Quest for Normal Pt. 02

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

Also, if female bisexuality offends you, kindly hit the backspace key now.

This is Part 2 of two parts. If you have not read Part 1, Part 2 will not make sense.

Chapter 6

Home again, Jessie picked up her Parasols magazine and read through it. Jenny went onto the Internet and quickly read what she could find about running a diner.

"See? Like this," Jessie said, coming into the office.

"Mm-hmm, cute," Jenny agreed, looking at a large photograph of a woman's hairless pubic mound. "Bald beaver, um smooth snatch, bare uh..."

"Or... You like this?" Jessie asked, showing her a woman's pussy that had a landing strip just barely covering her slit.

"No! No, this one," Jessie said, showing Jenny the next photograph.

"Hmm," Jenny mused, looking at the heart shaped thicket of blonde curls covering a woman's pussy.

"Need scissors, moisturizing shave gel and a fresh razor," Jessie said, leaving the magazine on the twin sized bed in the office. "Which one you like?"

"First see if we got what..." Jenny said.

Heloise Decker had a business in Alec come out and install triple pane windows after the last freeze Stepping Stone, Louisiana had endured. The two girls screamed as they heard a loud 'bang' as the outermost pane of their kitchen window shattered.

The Molotov cocktail shattered and a sheet of fire erupted on the inner core pane of glass.

They then heard a second 'bang' as Mrs. Thibodeaux discharged her twelve gauge shotgun at Dirk Bannon's Kia.

"God damned fucking fat ass bitch!" Dirk screamed as he threw his car in reverse and sent a cloud of clam shells spraying everywhere.

Jason Thibodeaux, Mrs. Thibodaux's grandson grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed the burning vinyl siding of the trailer. Less than two minutes after the first 'bang' the crisis was over.

"Meet again, Ms. Decker," Officer Buster Michaels said, not smiling. "Now, Mrs. Thibodeaux, you one hundred and one percent positive it were Dirk Bannon's car y'all seen?"

"I am one thousand percent sure it were Dirk Bannon's little Kia I shot," the gray haired woman said. "When you find him? Going see he ain't got no passenger window no more."

They would have to wait nearly ten hours before they could examine Dirk's Kia. After tossing the incendiary device, Dirk had to drive himself to Alexandria, to the hospital to get shotgun pellets and glass dug out of his arm, neck and face.

The business that had installed the replacement windows had a crew out repairing window and siding before Dirk had been located in Alexandria. After the crew finished, Jenny and Jessie travelled to the grocery store.

"Well, hear y'all had y'all selves little excitement there," the old woman at the grocery store said as she rung up a pair of short scissors, a can of moisturizing shaving gel, a packet of disposable razors and a large bottle of unscented skin lotion.

"Ma'am?" Jenny asked. "Jessie, quit looking at the candy."

"Had y'all selves a little fire?" the woman suggested.

"No ma'am, don't believe so. Jessie, you know anything about a fire?" Jenny said, not missing the surprised look on the cashier's face when she denied any fire.

"Fire? No, trailer don't have no fireplace," Jessie played along.

"Must have been someone else had them a fire," Jenny said.

"Huh," the cashier said.

"How the hell she know about that?" Jenny asked Jessie the moment they got into the safety of the truck.

Heloise Decker would have been outraged that her microfiber couch was being subjected to such immoral activity; two girls kissing, touching each other was just as sinful as sinful could be. But she would have been pleased that her great-granddaughter had the wherewithal to put three of her threadbare towels underneath Jessie's naked buttocks.

"Here, Jessie, scooch your butt up, huh?" Jenny said, kneeling on a throw pillow on the floor.

Jessie slid her pelvis forward, putting her feet onto the couch. Jenny picked the scissors up and looked at Jessie's tight curls, looked at the pink slit, Jessie's inner lips beginning to peek out.

"Ugh!" Jessie cried out as Jenny suddenly put her mouth to Jessie's wet pussy.

The smell of Jessie's pussy had been of sweat, of muskiness. The taste was an intoxicating blend of sweat and musk. Jenny dropped the scissors to the floor again and put both hands on the backs of Jessie's thighs. Jenny rubbed Jessie's smooth, soft skin, then brought her hands toward Jessie's sweet little slit. Jenny used her thumbs to open Jessie's pussy as she delved her tongue deeper into Jessie's folds.

"Mm, oh Jessie," Jenny moaned and continued to lap at Jessie's pussy.

Jenny located Jessie's fat little clit and swiped the small bud with her tongue. Jessie shuddered, then grunted in orgasm. Jenny reached a hand up and began to toy with Jessie's heavy breasts, pinching and twisting Jessie's nipples. Jenny wrapped her lips around Jessie's clitoris, then gave Jessie's clitoris a forceful suck.

"Ugh! Oh God, Jenny," Jessie keened in orgasm.

Releasing Jessie's clitoris, Jenny lapped at Dessie's pussy lips, tasting Jessie's orgasm. Her hand continued to twist, tug Jessie's hard nipples.

"Shit! Rug muncher," Jessie accused.

"Chewing up the carpet, eating at the Y, lickety-split, box lunch," Jenny agreed, giving Jessie's little pussy one last lick before picking up the scissors again.

"God, that was so, oh God," Jessie groaned, legs shaking.

"Yeah it was," Jenny quietly agreed. "Now, you sure you want do this? Looks so pretty as it is."

"Bet it'd look even better," Jessie offered.

Jenny shrugged before beginning to snip away at Jessie's curls. She had known Jessie wouldn't change her mind; once Jessie had something in her pretty head, it would not leave until Jessie had exhausted the idea. But, Jenny did think Jessie's pussy was a pretty pussy with the dark curls framing it.

In moments, the towel had a dusting of bark hairs and Jessi's plump pubic mound was covered in prickly stubble. Jenny looked at her handiwork and hoped that Jessie's pussy would look a lot better after the stubble was removed.

"Itches," Jessie complained.

"Looks itchy," Jenny agreed and applied a wet washcloth to Jessie's pubic mound.

"Ugh! Oh, rub it," Jessie grunted, then whispered.

"After, Jessie, shit, let me finish this, huh?" Jenny said.

Jenny applied a large amount of shave gel to Jessie's entire mound and wiped the excess foam onto the seat of her jeans. Then, with a silent prayer, Jenny began to drag the razor upward.

"Ugh!" Jessie shuddered, her excitement welling up in her guts.

Jenny continued taking short strokes with the razor until Jessie's mound to the left of her slit was bare. She dunked the razor into the small bowl of steaming hot water, waggled it, then began on the right side of Jessie's slit.

"How, ugh, how's it look?" Jessie whispered, forcing herself to remain still.

"Really? Looks pretty amazing," Jenny said, slowly, methodically scraping the razor over Jessie's skin.

Another pat with the now cool washcloth and Jenny gave the bald mound the 'tongue test.' She dragged her tongue over the hairless flesh, finding only one small patch of stubble. A quick pass with the now clogged razor took care of the errant patch.

Jenny then bent, looped Jessie's thighs over her shoulders and licked and sucked at Jessie's pussy. While Jenny's tongue delved in, tasting Jessie's excitement, Jenny's hands pinched and tugged at Jessie's hard nipples.

"Supposed, ugh, oh Jenny, ugh! Supposed put the lotion on it next," Jessie grunted and writhed under Jenny's ministrations.

"Uh huh," Jenny said, dropping one hand from Jessie's breasts and digging that hand into her own jeans.

Jenny sucked Jessie's clitoris into her mouth. Her hand dug frantically, rubbing her own clitoris. Both girls grunted and keened in orgasm.

Jenny wiggled forward and kissed Jessie's gasping, groaning mouth. Jessie grabbed Jenny in a fierce hug and kissed her, jamming her tongue into Jenny's mouth almost frantically.

Jessie then jumped up and scampered to the master bedroom. She slammed the door shut so she could look at herself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of the bedroom door.

"Oh my God! That, that's amazing!" Jessie whooped.

Jenny carefully folded the towels over, careful not to spill any of Jessie's pubic hairs onto the clean carpet. She then walked to the door of the trailer, and, with a flick of the wrist, sent Jessie's pubic hair to the four winds.

The razor was dropped into the kitchen garbage can and the bowl of hot water was dribbled down the sink.

"Where's the lotion?" Jessie asked, entering the living room again.

"Couch," Jenny pointed with her head as she put the bowl into the dishwasher.

"Put it on for me?" Jessie asked in a little girl voice.

Jenny squirted a palm full of lotion and cupped Jessie's smooth pussy. The two girls kissed as Jenny massaged the lotion into Jessie's mound.

"Mm-hmm," Jessie moaned as Jenny insinuated the tip of a finger into her wet slit.

Jenny stripped off her own clothing and pulled Jessie into their bedroom. The two girls hugged, their breasts mashing hard against each other as they kissed. Jenny rolled on top of Jessie and pressed her furry crotch against Jessie's bald mound.

"Ugh!" Jessie grunted as delicious feelings rippled through her body.

"Ugh!" Jenny agreed and mashed her pussy tightly against Jessie's pussy.

"Ugh, oh God, Jenny, oh!" Jessie babbled, thrusting her crotch upward.

Jenny reached a hand between their two pussies and gave Jessie's pussy a brisk rub.

"Shit, Jenny!" Jessie cried out, almost complaining.

Jenny rolled over, pulling Jessie to lie on top of her. Jessie gave Jenny a fierce kiss, then brought her mouth down to Jenny's hard nipples.

"Ugh, God damn it!" Jenny cried out when Jessie gave a quite painful bite to Jenny's left nipple.

Jessie's thigh rubbed between Jenny's splayed legs, rubbed against Jenny's drooling pussy. Jenny began to hunch her pussy against Jessie's thigh as Jessie sucked, then bit Jenny's right nipple.

"Mm-hmm!" both girls moaned when Jessie placed her mouth over Jenny's wet slit.

Jessie reached one hand down and began to frantically rub her smooth pussy. She sucked and licked along Jenny's fat pussy lips, searching for Jenny's clitoris with a blind tongue.

"Ugh!" Jenny cried out when Jessie's hot tongue slapped her clitoris.

"Ugh!" Jessie agreed and began to suck on the nub.

"Ugh, Jesus, Jessie!" Jenny cried out and drenched Jessie's face with her orgasm.

"Ugh!" Jessie cried out in her own orgasm.

Jessie sucked Jenny's pussy to one more orgasm while rubbing her pussy to another orgasm. Then Jenny pulled Jessie up. They lay, side by side, gently rubbing one another. With one last soft kiss, Jenny announced it truly was bed time.

"Jenny?" Jessie asked quietly in the dark.

"Uh huh?" Jenny asked, nearly asleep.

"I, do, do you love me?" Jessie asked.

"With all my heart, with every breath I take, Jessie, Jessica Ann St. Martin, I love you," Jenny answered.

Jessie's light breathing a moment later told Jenny that the girl had fallen asleep. She shook her head, smiling.

Chapter 7

Harry's report showed Jenny that, after all expenses, including payroll, Great-grandmother Heloise may have been the richest person in Stepping Stone, Louisiana. Each month, she cleared a profit of nearly three thousand dollars and spent very little of that money.

Harry's report also showed that someone was helping themselves to quite a lot of money after Heloise Decker's passing. Jerry Chopin filed notice with Richard Benoit, the Attorney General of Penny Parish that he intended to file with the State's Attorney General's office.

"Aw now, Chopin, why you don't let me handle up on that, hmm?" Richard asked.

"Double Jeopardy, that's why," Jerry snapped. "You mean, let you somehow 'lose' the case against your mother and her friends and don't get a second bite of the apple?"

Jerry, know, lot of people 'round here ain't going cotton to you doing this," Richard then threatened.

"Uh huh, lot of folks 'round here don't cotton to memory of Miss Heloise Decker being taken advantage of neither," Jerry responded. "What them people doing? That's just wrong and you know it."

For the first time in nearly fifty years, the Stepping Stone Diner was closed and it wasn't Fourth of July, or Easter, or Thanksgiving, or Christmas.

"I'm being serious, Jenny, I'm be the waitress, you be the cook," Jessie said as she and Jenny stood in the dark diner, looking at years of built up grease and dirt and grime on the walls and floor.

"Uh huh," Jenny said. "But we going make couple changes, hear?"

"I can decorate?" Jessie asked, eyes wide.

"Uh, yeah. Need paint this place anyway," Jenny agreed.

The place that had installed the windows for Miss Decker's trailer sent out a crew. They knocked a large hole in the cinderblock wall, the part of the building that faced onto Highway 467. They put in a large polymer window and changed the door to be a clear polymer sheet as well. They also installed two switches; the door could be locked from the switch mounted next to the stove, or underneath the new counter.

The walls were painted a bright cardinal red and the floors painted a stark white. The back wall, where the doors for the two bathrooms were located was now laminated with the covers of Parasols magazines. Jessie had ordered copies of every Parasols magazine since their first issue. She then took an Exacto ® knife and slowly, carefully sliced the covers off of each magazine. Meticulously, Jessie glued the covers to the wall. Then she applied several coats of polyurethane over the entire wall.

Jenny looked at the wall, at the titillating covers and shook her head. But, she reminded herself, she had told a crazy ass looney tunes insane psychotic lesbian bitch that, yes, she could decorate. Perhaps she should have told the crazy ass looney tunes insane psychotic lesbian bitch to keep it family friendly.

The last act, as the new hours of 10:00 am to 10:00 pm Monday through Saturday were being applied to the door, was the new sign out front with the new name of the diner.

"Double J's?" Harry asked as he looked at the white sign with bright red lettering.

With no shame, Jessie cupped her breasts in the too short, too snug tank top and waggled them. Harry's cock grew trapped, painfully in his briefs. His face flamed tomato red as Jenny slapped Jessie's arm and Jessie smiled prettily.

"Size of our titties," Jessie cooed.

"Stands for 'Jessie and Jenny,'" Jenny corrected and looked at the door as it opened.

"Um, y'all looking for waitresses?" a stunning blonde asked, voice a throaty whisper.

Jessie looked at the attractive blonde woman and felt a shiver of hatred and a shiver of lust run through her body. She looked at the woman's large hazel eyes, the knee length light blonde hair, the shy smile and wanted to kiss the woman's pouting lips. She also wanted to pull the woman's hair out by the handful.

"Yes we are. Here, fill this out," Jenny said, tearing off a pre-printed application form. "Need a pen?"

"Brung my own," Darla Michaels whispered, showing Jenny her disposable ink pen.

Harry waved in parting and Jenny returned to her kitchen. Jessie stood and watched Jenny's juicy rear end waggle away. Then she turned to look at the newcomer.

Darla took a seat at the new counter, straddling one of the new chrome stools and sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. She slowly, meticulously scribbled her responses onto the application form.

Watching her through narrowed eyes, Jessie wanted to chew on Darla's pretty lips. She glanced over at Jenny, to see if Jenny was having a similar reaction, but Jenny seemed oblivious to the woman's beauty. Jessie glared one more time at Darla, then tried to busy herself.

"You Jenny Decker?" a handsome young man snapped at Jessie as Jessie squatted, checking that the soda canisters were hooked up properly.

Jenny looked over the counter that separated kitchen from dining area at the handsome stranger. Even though the man's face looked angry, Jenny felt her insides get weak.

"I'm Jenny. Help you?" Jenny asked.

"Hey, Herbert," Darla whispered, looking up from her application.

"Yeah, your grandfather? Killed my dad," Herbert spat angrily.

"Never met him; don't know anything about Melvin Decker," Jenny said. "Come back here and tell me about it, huh?"

"My dad got your momma knocked up; happened right after I was born," Herbert snarled. "My mother? Had lot of complications having me and your momma just up and spreads 'em for my old man."

"So, you're my brother," Jenny softly observed.

"I am not!" Herbert denied.

"If it was your dad got my mom pregnant, then that makes you..." Jenny pointed out.

"But it was your mom's fault," Herbert snapped.

"Yeah. Well, from what I understand, my mother was a bit of a free spirit," Jenny nodded. "You know anything about these stoves?"

"What?" Herbert asked.

"Markings all worn off, trying figure out what knob does what," Jenny said. Got the ovens figured out; thank God. We're going have cheesecake on the menu..."

"Because we're cheesecakes," Jessie said glibly, peering into the kitchen from over the counter.

"Because I know how make a cheesecake out of this world," Jenny corrected, waving Jessie away.

"Seriously, I'm sorry my grandfather killed your, our dad. Would have liked to meet him," Jenny said, unconsciously thrusting her substantial chest toward Herbert Whittens.

Jenny swiveled her hips from side to side as she looked at Herbert's light blond hair, clear blue eyes and kissable lips. His shirt was snug across his muscular chest and his jeans showed a nice lump.

"Yeah, well, never got meet him either," Herbert said, eyes on Jenny's large breasts in the snug tee shirt she wore.

"Got knobs on order but afraid they might be wrong ones," Jenny said, running a finger over the worn knobs.

"Also got new menus on order," Jessie interjected. "And, no, we ain't selling that sad ass chili."

"Good. Know what the secret ingredient was? Ketchup," Darla said.

"You always whisper?" Jessie asked, wanting to slap the blonde.

Darla Faye Michaels had been the first child of Eugene 'Buster' Franklin Michaels and Theresa Donna Bannon. Buster had looked at the tiny bundle in his girlfriend's arms and wanted to slap both mother and child.

Thankfully, the next three children all had penises, the next three children were the kind of children did a daddy proud.

When Darla was five, she'd complained of a sore throat. A shot of Daddy's whiskey made her cough and splutter and cry. A slap to her face stifled the tears and she went to school. The next morning, Darla didn't want to, but she complained of her throat hurting. She also felt hot, clammy. Another shot of whiskey and another slap and Darla went to school.

The third morning, she could not talk. So Buster grudgingly gave the child permission to stay home from school. When Theresa could not rouse the lethargic child, Buster grumbled about 'God damned useless fucking little bitches' but made the trip to Alex to take the child to the hospital.

The infection from her tonsillitis permanently damaged Darla's larynx and a throaty whisper was her normal speaking voice.

"So, you uh, you looking for a cook?" Herbert asked.

"Know how cook?" Jenny asked, again thrusting her chest out.

"Little," Herbert agreed.

"Worked at JFK's cafeteria," Darla whispered to Jenny.

"Worked? What happened?" Jenny asked as Herbert looked at the stove's fixtures.