“You know who that is?” the young girl asked, nodding with her head toward the ceiling’s speakers.
“Mm hmm, Siouxsie and the banshees,” Holly smiled. “You ever heard any Cocteau Twins?”
“Who?” the girl smiled, shaking her head no.
“Heaven or Las Vegas is my favorite cd of theirs; I also got the box set of all their Eps,” Holly suggested, stepping a little closer to the girl.
“Hi, Holly, what you getting today?” Trish smiled and handed a small bag of stone ground wheat to the Latin girl.
Holly placed her order. She turned to see the other customer waiting, just cradling the two pound bag of flour to her chest.
The girl’s crop top showed off a concave belly with tiny dent of a belly button, and nicely rounded breasts. The tight denim shorts showed a plump pubic mound and delicious camel toe.
“I uh, where you staying?” the girl asked, pretty face colored by a heavy blush.
“North Terrence, ’bout four blocks from here,” Holly said, pulling out her cell phone. “Give me your number and I’ll text you the address.”
“Here you go. What else?” Trish asked, placing the three bags onto the counter.
“You always say ‘what else’ like I’m being cheap or something,” Holly joked and Trish shot her a wide smile.
On impulse, Holly also grabbed a large jug of organic red wine. Rosa, the Latina girl followed Holly, her single bag of flour clutched tightly to her chest.
“Oh, you going love that,” the cashier enthused, ringing up the bottle of wine. “My husband? Makes a real spicy curry? He does these plantain chips go with it? This wine’s perfect for that.”
“How is it with a nice thick medium rare steak?” Holly smirked and the cashier lost her smile.
“Well, I wouldn’t know,” the cashier snapped.
Outside, Holly shot her new friend a wide smile. Rosa still blushed prettily, but returned Holly’s smile.
“Any time they say stupid shit like that? I always ask them about meat,” Holly admitted. “God, just ruins their whole day.”
“Huh?” Rosa asked, confused.
“They’re all vegan,” Holly explained. “Where’s your car?”
“Huh? Oh! Oh, I don’t got one; I live only couple blocks that way,” Rosa pointed.
“Okay, I’m in the Lexus over here,” Holly said, turning toward her vehicle.
“Girl! A Lexus?” Rosa asked, looking at the gleaming automobile.
“Client’s wife died; he didn’t want it,” Holly explained, popping the locks.
In her comfortable apartment, Holly quickly sliced a small loaf of rye and wheat bread, then scooped a spread she’d made with shredded cheddar cheese, mayonnaise, olives and garlic into a small bowl. She placed two small knives on the cutting board with the four hunks of the hard crusty bread and carried that to where Rosa sat, ramrod stiff on Holly’s blush couch.
“And, here we go,” Holly said, selecting ‘Heaven or Las Vegas’ and pressing ‘play.’
Striding quickly to the kitchen, Holly found two wine glasses and poured the organic red wine into the glasses.
Rosa still sat ramrod stiff when Holly sat down next to her on the comfortable couch. The girl tried to smile as she accepted the glass of wine. Her nervousness was very apparent.
“Go ahead,” Holly nodded toward the bread. “Try some of the spread. With red wine? It’s a truly delicious pairing.”
Rosa did smear a good amount of the soft spread onto a piece of the bread. Holly likewise prepared a piece of bread.
“Mm! Oh! How you, how you get the crust like this?” Rosa asked, washing the mouthful of bread and spread down with a gulp of wine.
“Brush it with milk; you have to kind of scald the milk,” Holly admitted, swallowing her own mouthful. “Mm, I do love their wine.”
“You can show me?” Rosa asked, stuffing another bite into her mouth.
“Sure; I’m wanting try something kind of new,” Holly agreed. “But come on, finish this first, okay?”
The small kitchen was Holly’s only complaint about the two bedroom apartment. The small room had miniscule counter tops, limited cabinet space and barely enough floor room for two people to cook together. The two girls crowded into the small room.
Holly quickly measured out some stone ground wheat. She prepared the yeast with some warm water and a teaspoon of sugar, located the olive oil, then pulled some leaves of oregano from her window herb garden.
“Best kitchen appliance ever made?” Holly said, standing behind Rosa and grabbing Rosa’s two wrists in her hands. “These two hands of yours.”
Standing directly behind the beautiful girl, Holly could smell Rosa’s sweat. It was a light aroma, hidden beneath Rosa’s soap and lotion. Holly could also smell the shampoo that Rosa washed her thick hair with. Some of Rosa’s hair tickled Holly’s nose.
Holly could feel Rosa’s soft skin as she ‘accidentally’ brushed her hand over Rosa’s taut belly. Her thighs pressed momentarily against the backs of Rosa’s legs; Holly could feel their smoothness, feel their warmth.
As Rosa began to incorporate the wet and dry ingredients with her hands, Holly drizzled in some olive oil. With her free hand, Holly chanced a gentle brushing of Rosa’s left buttock. The skin was soft, the muscles underneath the skin were tight and firm.
Rosa laughed as they mixed together all of the ingredients. Holly never moved from behind the Latina beauty; Holly kept Rosa trapped between her two arms as they mixed the dough.
“Mm,” Rosa did shiver slightly when Holly braved giving a soft kiss to Rosa’s slender neck.
“Mm,” Holly concurred, giving Rosa’s neck a soft bite.
“And now, we just let it rise,” Holly finally declared when the ingredients had been mashed and threshed together into a firm, moist ball of dough.
Rosa twisted around in Holly’s arms and pressed her full lips against Holly’s lips. The two women thrust their tongues into each other’s mouths, tasting the rye bread and cheese and red wine on the other’s tongue.
Holly’s 34D breasts pushed firmly against the girl’s breasts. She could tell Rosa wore no bra underneath the very short top; Holly could feel Rosa’s hard nipples pressing against her bra covered breasts.
“Need wash our hands,” Holly murmured, indicating her kitchen sink with a nod of her head.
“Okay,” Rosa husked.
Holly quickly covered the ball of dough with a dishtowel. She was not sure what the purpose of the towel was, but her grandmother had always covered any type of dough with a dishtowel.
“Oh, your soap, it’s black,” Rosa complained.
“Coffee grounds; gets the smell of onions and garlic out of your hands,” Holly explained, watching Rosa’s delectable buttocks shimmy and shake as Rosa vigorously scrubbed her hands.
Holly availed herself of the grainy soap, then quickly patted her hands dry. She turned and found Rosa right behind her, waiting.
“By the way, how, you are old enough drink wine, right?” Holly suddenly thought to ask.
“I been drinking wine my whole life,” Rosa laughed. “I’m nineteen; just graduated from Sacred Ascension.:
Ever since moving from DeGarde, Louisiana to Oakleaf, Texas, to attend Connelly College, Holly had heard quite a few disparaging jokes about the all-girl Catholic School. For example, ‘What do you call a virgin at Sacred Ascension? A visitor.’ Or, ‘How does a Sacred Ascension student hold her liquor? By her habit.’ Holly didn’t think Rosa would find any of those jokes particularly amusing, though.