Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... customer’s cup at the counter.

“Sick? Have you spoken with her... Yvonne?” Deeny asked, her voice taking on a worried tone of concern.

“No. I haven’t. I only know what Hank told me. Why?” Sally asked Deeny as she came back to the puzzle after replacing the carafe on the warmer plate.

“I’ve... I’ve never known Yvonne to get sick... I hope it’s not serious.” Deeny said distractedly, biting her bottom lip even as her heart turned painfully in her chest.

There must have been something in her voice that caused Sally to glance up and take a longer look at Deeny’s face. She tilted her head thoughtfully to one shoulder for a moment, then turned to look around the interior of the diner... the wheels turning in her head. Making a decision, she turned back to Deeny and reached out her right hand to rub Deeny’s left arm between her shoulder and her elbow.

“Hey... I don’t know if it would help or not, but we’re really slow today. Why don’t you go and check on her? I can cover by myself. I’ll square it with Hank if he says anything about it... if you want to that is.” Sally offered in a surprisingly warm and motherly tone that made Deeny’s heart melt a little.

“Really? Oh, thank you Sally... It’s just that... she... Yvonne’s not been answering her phone and I’ve been so... worried...” Deeny gushed.

“Then go! We girls gotta stick together, right?” Sally said with her motherly smile and winked before turning back to her crossword puzzle.

Deeny only paused for ...

... another moment or two before deciding to do just that. Off came the apron she’d just tied on and she was around the end of the counter and out the door faster than it takes to read about it. The all too familiar hazy cloud of blue smoke billowed out around the old Chevy as she restarted the still cooling engine and put the car into gear and slung a little gravel as she turned back onto the road and headed towards Yvonne’s rental house.

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Lee was dragging her feet, deliberately taking too much time to get to her first class because she was looking for Tom among the many faces of her fellow students in the hallways. Could he be avoiding her, she wondered? For some reason that possibility cut deeply into her heart. No! Tom wasn’t like that. Something else must be wrong, she thought even as she continued to search for his face. So intent was Lee in her searching that she was startled by an all too familiar voice behind her.

“Lee... you’re going to be late for class.” Sylvia stated in a voice that sounded strange to Lee’s ears... it wasn’t full of ridicule or malice.

Turning abruptly to confirm that she had indeed heard Sylvia’s voice and not that of someone else, she found herself toe to toe with her redheaded nemesis. Oddly, Sylvia was not looking at Lee the way she had grown used to. Instead, there was a look of grudging acceptance and... possibly... hope?

“Sylvia... you startled me.” Lee began, not sure really how to address this stranger before ...