Multiple Units #109

"You get that? I need a couple of Tums," Randy asked, scurrying past Kirsten. "Your coffee is killing me."

The peephole showed a young, attractive blonde with an anxious face peering up at the peephole. Kirsten kept the chain on as she opened the door. She pulled her short terrycloth robe tighter about her waist.

"Yes?" she politely asked.

"Oh! I uh, I, Randy? Randy Bogdanovich? I, he live here?" the girl asked.

Kirsten could see an obvious baby bump under the girl's long dress. She could see the girl's ample chest and her long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes and knew that this was Deanna Bogdanovich, or whatever her married name might be.

"Hold on," Kirsten said, shutting the door.

"Who is it?" Randy asked, chewing on a Tums antacid tablet.

"I uh, it looks like your daughter," Kirsten said.

"Mm, I wondered when they would manage to track me down," Randy scowled.

"Yes?" he barked, opening the door as far as the chain would allow.

Kirsten couldn't hear the soft response. Not wanting to intrude on Randy's private moment with his estranged daughter, she busied herself with cleaning the non-stick pan she'd used to prepare the bacon and sausage links.

"Well, go see if your mother's fuck buddy will be the grandpa to your baby. I've got too much male pride to be bothered with it," Randy snarled and slammed the door as hard as he could, given that there were only a few inches to build his momentum.

"Randy!" Kirsten shrilled, horrified.

"What?" Randy screamed at Kirsten. "Oh, I suppose you're on her side?"

"Randy, that, that's your daughter," Kirsten gasped. "That, she came all this way looking for you. That, that doesn't get her a minute of your time?"

Kirsten was glad she'd put a robe on. She found herself being propelled to the door of the apartment. Shoving Kirsten outside, Randy slammed the door very forcefully.

Looking around, Kirsten did not see Deanna. She did see a door directly across open and the fussy old woman giving Kirsten a glare. Kirsten shrugged helplessly toward the woman, then turned and sat on the small step in front of her door.

A moment later, Randy jerked open the door of Apartment 110 and dropped Kirsten's purse onto the ground. He moved to slam the door again.

"My cell's on your charger," Kirsten called out.

Randy slammed the door forcefully. A moment later, he jerked the door open again and dropped Kirsten's phone onto the ground. Kirsten hoped that the natural fiver doormat prevented the phone from being damaged.

"Whew," Kirsten breathed a sigh of relief; the phone seemed undamaged.

Kirsten dug in her purse and found her keys. Unlocking the door, Kirsten entered and sat on her couch. She heard Randy's door slam again and opened her door and peered out. A substantial mound of clothing was sitting in front of Randy's door.

"Well, Jesus Christ," Kirsten snapped, angry now. "Really? Couldn't be bothered to bring them over? Couldn't be bothered to fold the damned things? No. Just got to be a big old titty baby."

"Go ahead, Randy, go ahead," Kirsten yelled through the door. "You're going to wind up all alone, hear?"

"Do you mind?" the old woman across the courtyard snapped.

"Yes, yes I do mind," Kirsten muttered, gathering up her clothes.

Inside of her apartment, Kirsten marched to her bedroom and began putting her clothes away. The outfit she'd worn yesterday went into the hamper in her bathroom. Then, going through her closet, Kirsten found some of Randy's clothing. She neatly folded his clothes, putting the two pairs of boxer shorts and his black socks on top.

That task completed, she marched out of her apartment and marched to his apartment. She knocked, forcefully on his door. When there was no response, Kirsten placed his clothing onto his doormat and returned to her own apartment.

At ten thirty, Kirsten had unpacked the three boxes that Randy had packed. She slit the tape and flattened the boxes. Then she carried the ten boxes, five at a time and leaned the boxes against his door. She noticed his clothes were no longer in front of his door.

When she put the tape and bubble wrap on his doorstep, she gave a hard knock to his door then turned and marched to her own apartment. She saw the young man that lived in Apartment #108 grinning foolishly at her. Kirsten just gave him a polite nod and entered her apartment.

Entering her apartment, Kirsten saw that her robe had worked slightly open. As she'd bent to put Randy's bubble wrap and tape onto the doormat, Kirsten had undoubtedly given the young man a good glimpse of her buttocks. Upon returning to Apartment #109, Kirsten had given him a good look at her bald pubic mound.

"Oh well," Kirsten gave an embarrassed giggle.

"Five three five six," Kirsten muttered, now bored with just sitting in her apartment.

"He-ee-ey!" Robin Theriot squealed.

"Hey," Kirsten smiled. "Got any pineapple skewers ready to go on the grill?"

"I can! They, oh, they are so good, they only take me about five minutes," Robin enthused. "Oh! Oh! And I got some black bean burgers, no, don't you dare say 'eww!' They're so yummy!"

"Where are you?" Kirsten laughed, feeling a wave of happiness wash over her.

On the way to the Spanish Armada apartment complex in Pinoak, Kirsten went over her relationship with Randy. They'd been together just under four months, and at first, their relationship had been loving, and fun. Randy was a good lover, physically. Emotionally, though, Randy had some very high walls.

"Hey," Robin laughed happily when Kirsten knocked on her door.

"Hey," Kirsten said and gave the slightly pudgy red head a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Come on; I've already lit the grill," Robin said, pulling Kirsten out of the apartment and onto the landing between the second and third floor.

"That?" Kirsten smiled, seeing a tiny charcoal grill that measured approximately one foot by two feet.

"Hey, it's perfect for two people," Robin smiled up from her squatting position.

"True that," Kirsten agreed as Robin worked quickly.

"You want cheese on your burger?" Robin asked, dropping two patties onto the grill.

"Real cheese? Not that soy crap?" Kirsten verified.

"Real cheese; I told you, I'm not vegan," Robin huffed.

"Then, yes, real cheese," Kirsten agreed.

Robin scampered down the stairs and entered her apartment. A moment later, she reappeared with two slices of thick American cheese. She squatted down and flipped the two burger patties, then slapped the slices of cheese onto the patties.

"Okay, okay, it's not the worst thing I've ever eaten," Kirsten teased Robin as they sat at Robin's miniscule little table.

"Shut up; it's good," Robin laughed happily. "I bought that goofy thing like two months ago; you're the first person come by to see it."

"How long you been living here?" Kirsten asked, looking around at the tiny apartment.

"Four months; ever since I got the job at the courthouse," Robin said. "Go ahead. Say it. It sucks."

"Oh, come on; it's not that bad," Kirsten smiled.

"Kirsten, it sucks. I didn't realize how itsy bitsy tininsy it was until I dragged my furniture in here," Robin said.

"Tininsy? Is that even a word?" Kirsten teased. "Mm, I do like the skewers."

"Tininsy, means tinier than tiny but bigger than microscopic," Robin said, pretending that she was reading her phone.

"Let me see that," Kirsten demanded.

Robin leaned over and kissed Kirsten on her lips. Kirsten had expected this and returned Robin's kiss. When Robin opened her mouth, Kirsten thrust her tongue into Robin's mouth.

"Just like last time," Kirsten warned Robin. "I'm not gay. We can play a little, but this isn't love."

"I know that," Robin agreed. "Shit, I'm not gay either. Remember? I almost married Tommy?"

"Tommy Campbell? Thank God you didn't," Kirsten said, unbuttoning her blouse.

"And you noticed? I didn't give you no beer," Robin said. "That way, I don't have listen to that 'Oh, I was all drunk' stuff out of you."

As the two women fell onto Robin's unmade bed, Kirsten couldn't help but think, Randy would have been quite upset at the squalor in Robin's apartment. There were piles of clothing; Kirsten didn't know if they were clean clothes or not. The bed was unmade. In order for them to sit at Robin's table, Robin had to clear off her stack of bills and sales flyers.

"Mm, oh!" Robin gasped and grunted as Kirsten's mouth suckled on her hard nipple.

"I love your titties," Kirsten murmured, squeezing Robin's 34C breasts in her hands.

"Mm, oh, oh Kirsten," Robin gasped out as Kirsten's teeth gave Robin's left nipple a little bite.

Kirsten wondered how Robin's pubic hair was so soft. Kirsten had shaved her own pubic region; she liked the way a bald pussy looked, and she had not cared for the stiff curls that had covered her mound.

"Mm, oh yes," Robin hissed as Kirsten's fingers slid into Robin's very wet sex.

Robin took Kirsten's beautiful face into her hands, looked deep into Kirsten's deep brown eyes, then pressed her lips to Kirsten's lips. The two lovers kissed while Kirsten plunged two, then three fingers in Robin's pussy and Robin lovingly stroked Kirsten's face and hair.

When Kirsten fingered Robin to orgasm, Robin pushed Kirsten onto her back and straddled Kirsten. Robin kissed Kirsten's lips, then took Kirsten's nipple into her mouth. Kirsten combed her fingers through Robin's thick red hair, once again marveling at how soft and silky Robin's hair was.

"Mm, oh, oh yes, oh Robin," Kirsten cried out when Robin's hot breath blew across Kirsten's wet lips.

"Think I'll shave my pussy," Robin commented just before gluing her mouth to Kirsten's mound.

"You do and I'll kill you," Kirsten moaned. "Yours is too pretty to shave."

After her second orgasm, Kirsten gently pushed Robin's mouth away. She urged the red head to lie next to her. The two lovers lay, side by side and held each other in a comfortable embrace.

"Mm," Robin purred as Kirsten gently kissed her lips.

At four, Kirsten roused and wiggled out of the bed. She found Robin's bathroom and turned on the light. Seeing Robin's bathroom, Randy would have thrown a fit. Kirsten could hardly see the countertop; Robin's cosmetics and hair dryer and curling iron and electric toothbrush and tube of toothpaste were scattered about.

Returning to bed, Kirsten smiled at Robin. Robin wiggled out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom.

"Wish I was a red head," Kirsten thought, looking at the pretty triangle of reddish orange between Robin's thighs.

Robin returned and allowed Kirsten to pull her back into bed. Both Kirsten and Robin had availed themselves of Robin's economy sized jug of mouthwash; their kiss was minty fresh.

Kirsten allowed Robin to take charge, allowed Robin to pull them into a sixty nine, with Robin on top. After another orgasm, Robin wiggled around and the two girls again cuddled together.

"Hey, Hop Kim's?" Kirsten asked, softly kissing Robin's lips.

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"Yeah! They got a great vegetable stir fry," Robin enthused.

Watching Robin hop from pile of clothing to pile of clothing, Kirsten admired Robin's fleshy buttocks. She and Robin were the same height; five feet, four inches. But Robin had at least twenty pounds on Kirsten. Kirsten knew Robin hated her fleshy buttocks and stubby legs, but to Kirsten, it just added to Robin's beauty.

Kirsten gave Robin a soft kiss, then wandered to the living room slash dining room to retrieve her own clothing. She wiggled into her panties and shorts and soft tee shirt.

"Hey, why don't you grab some clothes," Kirsten suggested. "You know, come spend the night; you can go with me to church tomorrow."

"Y'all still go to St. Patrick's?" Robin asked, returning to her cluttered bedroom.

"You know, that's one thing I really love about you," Kirsten thought as Robin prattled happily from her bedroom. "No matter what, you're happy."

Randy's car was not in his parking space when Kirsten and Robin returned to Venice Apartments. Seeing the pool, Robin slapped Kirsten on her arm.

"Why you didn't tell me y'all got a pool? I'd brung my bathing suit," Robin said.

"Hey, Robin, we got a swimming pool," Kirsten said, unlocking her apartment door.

"Oh shut up; I know that now," Robin laughed.

"You make me a rum and coke? You got diet coke?" Robin happily asked as Kirsten finished the grand tour of the apartment.

"Yeah; I got diet Coke, but Robin, you know how much sugar rum's got?" Kirsten smiled, fixing them a drink apiece.

Sitting together on her couch, Kirsten leaned against Robin. They kissed softly, and enjoyed their drinks. Robin leaned her head on Kirsten's shoulder.

"I need hire you come clean my place," Robin admitted.

"You couldn't pay me enough," Kirsten laughed, kissing Robin on the top of her head.

A few days after the fight with Randy, Kirsten realized, she'd not missed him. She had not seen his car parked in his parking space, but then again, she had not looked for his car.

"Potato soup. I haven't had a good potato soup in forever," Kirsten thought as she pulled off that day's clothes.

"On my way," Robin texted when Kirsten invited her over.

"Oh, wait, shit," Kirsten remembered, she made the soup with low-sodium chicken broth.

"It won't kill me to eat it," Robin said when Kirsten called her to warn her.

"You sure?" Kirsten asked. "I can do a vegetable soup instead."

"Potato. Kirsten, don't worry," Robin cheerfully said.

"That, Randy, that is compromising," Kirsten thought as she peeled then diced the potatoes. "Might ought try it every now and then, ass hole."

"When that pool closes?" Robin asked when Kirsten let her into the apartment.

"Nine and believe me, the woman in one oh three? Nine oh one? She's on the phone to the apartment manager," Kirsten said. "Got your bathing suit?"

"Uh huh; and my lotion; your lotion's too stinky," Robin smiled, kissing Kirsten.

"Wat. Ever. Its lavender," Kirsten smiled. "You spending the night?"

"Uh huh. That okay?" Robin cheerfully asked as she prepared a rum and Diet Coke for herself.

After supper, the two women put on their bathing suits and grabbed two big towels. Robin playfully complained when she had The Lion King beach towel until Kirsten screamed at her to shut up and handed Robin the towel that had The Little Mermaid printed on it.

"You are such a pain in the butt," Kirsten laughed as she opened her door. "I swear. Like it matters what towel..."

"Oh. Hello," Kirsten said, seeing a slightly older blonde woman standing in front of Apartment #110.

When the woman turned to look at Kirsten, Kirsten saw Randy's daughter just to the side of the woman. She deduced, this must be Leslie, Randy's wife.

"That's her; that's the woman I saw in Daddy's apartment," Deanna said.

"Her? She can't be, she can't be any older than you," the woman said, looking at Kirsten.

"If you're looking for Randy, I don't think he's here," Kirsten said. "I'm pretty sure he moved out last weekend."

"Oh. I, well, would you happen to know where we could find him?" Leslie asked, voice tight, weary.

"Probably at his house; I wrote the address down," Kirsten said and went into her apartment.

Leslie took the United States Post Office 'Change Of Address' card from Kirsten. She cocked an eyebrow, but made no comment to Kirsten.

"Thank you, ah, Ms. Landry?" Leslie said, punching the address into her phone.

"Welcome. And, good luck," Kirsten said, locking her apartment door.

Kirsten knew Randy had blocked her phone number. When she and Robin returned to Kirsten's apartment, water logged and shivering slightly in the cool evening air, Kirsten saw that Randy had unblocked her phone number long enough to leave her a very angry message. How dare she give that evil bitch his address? How dare Kirsten have anything to do with that evil bitch and her no-good, selfish daughter?

"You know what, ass hole? I honestly can see why Leslie could cheat on you," Kirsten thought, deleting the message without waiting to hear the entire four minute rant.

She did not bother to call Randy's number; Kirsten was sure that he'd blocked her again. She just shrugged, then laughed when Robin demanded to know what Kirsten had done with her bottle of unscented lotion.

At the end of the month, Kirsten's one year lease was up. Keisha, the apartment manager stuck an index card in Kirsten's door, inviting Kirsten to renew her lease. If Kirsten renewed for another year, Keisha would only go up twenty dollars a month. Should Kirsten decide to go to a six month lease, Keisha would raise her rent by thirty dollars a month.

"That weird couple next door are moving out of one oh eight," Robin suggested, looking at the card over Kirsten's shoulder.

"And?" Kirsten asked.

"One oh eight's a two bedroom," Robin said.

"Robin, we don't need a two bedroom apartment," Kirsten smiled. "For two women that swear they're not gay? We sure do spend a lot of time in each other's beds."

"Well, you're more gay than I am," Robin smiled, then laughed when Kirsten delivered a hard slap to Robin's buttocks.

Kirsten called Davis Realty and asked to speak to Tammy Hale. Kirsten and Tammy agreed to look over some houses on Saturday.

"For what we'd spend renting one oh eight? We could get a pretty nice little house out in Pinoak, or Kimble," Kirsten explained. "Now, you do that cashew rice thing?"

"With the mushrooms?" Robin agreed, getting out the large cast iron skillet. "Hey, we get a gas stove?"

"No kidding? God! I hate that stove," Kirsten agreed.

Since Kirsten let Keisha know she would be month to month, Keisha raised the rent by forty dollars. But the fourth house Tammy showed to Kirsten and Robin had everything Kirsten and Robin wanted, and was priced to sell. Kirsten let Tammy know that the newly formed law office of Banks, Chastaine, Greene & Associates would be handling the closing.

"Congratulations," Robin smiled happily as they entered Apartment #109. "Your new house is gorgeous; you going let me come over?"

"Robin, that's our new house. Ours," Kirsten said, pulling the girl into an embrace.

"Oh? But, uh, you're not gay," Robin asked.

"Uh huh, and you're not either," Kirsten giggled.

"Well, I'm not as gay as you," Robin giggled, squeezing Kirsten tightly.

The End

**Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I sincerely thank you for reading my stories. I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that 'Favorite' my works.

Randy Bogdanovich is a character first introduce in 'Multiple Units #105' in the Lesbian Sex category.

Myra's Boutique, Leslie's place of employment is featured in a few of the stories centered in and around the Benhurst, Colorado area.

Nicole Banks, Kirsten's immediate supervisor is a character that has appeared in a few stories, most notably 'Eyes Like The Ocean' in the Anal category, and the 'Edge Of Breaking' series in Lesbian Sex. In those stories, Nicole is an attorney with Coutre & Associates. Well, it's about time for her to branch out, especially with the passing of Sophia Coutre.

Tammy Hale, Randy's first real estate agent is a character first introduced in the 'Yapping Dogs' series in the Loving Wives category. Her career as a real estate agent is more fully fleshed out in 'Writing It Down' in the Anal category.

Victor Roberts, Randy's second real estate agent is a character first introduced in 'Icky Vicky Roberts' in the Gay Male category.

Daniel Eichenbach, the attorney that borders on incompetent is first introduced in 'On The Couch' in the Gay Male category.

Tommy Campbell, Robin Theriot's former fiancé mentioned in this story is a character introduced in 'Multiple Units #103' in the Mature Category.