What Was I Thinkin'? (Nadie and Mim)

Madam Mim

Madam Mim

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Damn this heat, she thought as she cranked the windows of her old Chevy down. Damn this AC and damn this heat.

Bobbi's rusted out old pickup rumbled down the main drag, only a mile or two long, as she crept along going thirty. It wasn't that she had much respect for the speed limit so much as it was there were more people than usual out and she didn't care to add vehicular manslaughter to her already country-mile-long rap sheet. Whether it was the color of her skin or the fact that she had been the lead resident juvenile delinquent throughout high school--a trait passed on from her own parents--she didn't know, but the sheriff had always seemed to have it out for her. She hadn't spoken to her parents for months and had kept her nose relatively clean, despite hanging out with the same old group of friends, but Sheriff Jackson still didn't seem to believe she truly was staying out of trouble.

There she was, looking sweet as southern honey in her sundress. Bobbi grinned and catcalled, teasing her new friend from the window of her beaten up old truck. She wasn't the type of person she usually made friends with, but she was sweet and cute and Bobbi enjoyed spending time with her.

"Where ya goin'?" she called. "Sun's almost down, shouldn't you be runnin' on home like a good girl?" Fireflies danced around the girl in the gloaming light.
 
RE: What Was I Thinkin'?

Abigail Jackson, or AJ for short, walked along the main drag with her two best friends Carly and Rachel. They chatted about what they will do for their final summer before heading off to collage this fall.(she is 18 btw xD) They also talked about the boys in town and who was the hottest. AJ stayed silent during that conversation. She never had any interest in dating or really cares who was the cutest. She focused mainly on her school work and she never wanted to subject any of her male friends to her father's pre-date interrogation. Even if she wanted to date the boys where too scared to ask out the sheriff's daughter. But just as well. As the conversation went back to their future she heard a whistle and turned in the direction of the sounds and smiled warmly at the woman driving up next to them. Her two other friends just scoffed. They where not too fond of AJ being friends with a delinquent like Bobbi but for the sake of their friendship they kept it from her father.

"We where just heading that way." she said with her signature southern twang that all girls who was raised in the south had as she lightly shooed a firefly that flew too close to her ear.
 
Bobbi saw the look on AJ's friends' faces but ignored them. All she saw was the pretty brunette with the country twang. The speedometer read 5 and she was a little afraid the truck--affectionately called Bertha--would crap out going so slowly. She needed to speed up.

"Hop in I'll take ya," she offered. With a glance over at the two other girls she added reluctantly, "Yer hoity-toity friends can come too, if they don't mind a bit of dirt in the back."

The two young women had gone to school with one another only in the sense that they attended the same school. They had seen each other in the halls, but had never spoken to one another before this summer. Bobbi had graduated two years ago and the twenty-year-old was still scratching out a living doing odd jobs around town, not having enough money or interest in school to go to college. More often than not she was sore and tired in the evenings from manual labor, but she always made time to hang out with AJ.

Bobbi hocked a lugie, aiming it away from AJ but not caring if it came near her stuck-up friends. "Well?" she asked expectantly. She shifted her legs to unstick the backs of her thighs from the warm seat, pulling her Daisy Dukes down enough to try and get some protection between her skin and the leather.
 
Carly and Rachel quickly stepped away as Bobbi spat and one can be heard muttering. "Scumbag" under her breath. "ummm..we can walk" Carly said, disdain in her tone. AJ just rolled her eyes and wordlessly went around and hopped in the pick up. "Your loss guys" she called out.

The two other girls just ignored them and began heading to their homes before it got too late. A part of their conversation can be heard. "why does she hang out with that loser? Maybe we should tell the sheriff...." The rest of the conversation was lost due to the distance.

AJ just sighed. "Sorry about that" she said to Bobbi. She never understood why people looked down on her. She had gotten in trouble before sure. But she was at heart a good person AJ could see it. She just wished others did.
 
Bobbi couldn't help but grin and chuckle at the 'scumbag' comment. It was the very least of what she had been called in her lifetime. She sped back up once AJ was in the truck and shrugged at the apology on her friends' behalf.

"Ah, don't worry Sugar. Ain't the worst of it, trust me," she said lightly. "They daddies ain't in the local chapter of the Kill All The Darkies And Jews Club, far as I know, so the rest is just sticks and stones."

The Rebel flag flew freely in the tiny map-splat town and Klan rallies were not an uncommon sight. Some were open about their affiliation with the hate group, others more discreet, but in general most people knew who were and weren't a part of the group. The remnants of spray paint where "MOSSHEAD CUNT" had been tagged across the side of her truck were still somewhat visible. Bobbi had lodged a complaint with the sheriff's office but, suspiciously enough, an official investigation had never been launched. That was when she'd started keeping a gun rack with a loaded and scoped 30-30 on her truck and her open carry permit in the glovebox. Words weren't something she had ever cared about: they were just words and if she let them get to her she would have never made it out of childhood. When it came to her property, however, Bobbi would have none of it.

"Hey what're you doin' tonight?" Bobbi said after a few moments silence. Even the main road was a dirt one and dust swirled about the truck as they bumped along. She didn't give AJ much time to answer. "Pick you up at ten," she said, glancing sideways at the girl with a smile. "Found this honkytonk next county over, it's the tits man. Tell yer folks you're goin' to a girlfriend's house or something." They bumped down the gravel drive to AJ's house and she threw old Bertha into park.

"Hope you don't mind I don't walk ya in," she said with a glance toward the door. "Yer daddy ain't too fond of me." She was, in fact, looking forward to getting out of the sheriff's drive as quickly as possible before he looked through the window and recognized her truck.
 
AJ frowned at Bobbi's comment. Ever since she was young she was exposed to the blatant racism in the small town however, she never got sucked into that nonsense. She remembered the graffiti on Bobbi's truck and her father commenting on it. "Well if she leave and live with her own kind something like that wouldn't happen." Her father's voice echoed in her mind and she just sighed. She had been wondering for the past few years if he was a member of the clan.

Her train of thought was broken by Bobbi's voice. "Oh that sounds like fun" she said with a wide smile. Having lived in town all her life she would use any excuse to leave the county limits. "I'd love to go" she said then opened the door and stepped out. "Yeah. I reckon it'd be safer if you not be seen." she sighed then waved to Bobbi before heading up to her house.

She spotted the police cruiser in the driveway as she headed in. She knew he would be here at this hour since almost nothing keeps the sheriff at the station after sunset. After kicking her shoes off she headed in through the screen door. "I'm home" she called out as she headed through the house and to her bedroom, wondering what she should wear tonight.
 
Bobbi smiled at the accepted invitation and watched as her friend slid out of the truck. She tilted her head a little, trying to catch a glimpse up her skirt at her panties before the skirt fell. No such luck, but it had been worth a try. She pursed her lips in disappointment before sticking her head out the window.

"Hey AJ!" she called with a wry smile. "Wear somethin' sexy. Drive the boys wild. Yer legal now, after all!" With a laugh she threw the truck in reverse and backed out of the drive. That was as close as she ever got to asking a straight girl on a date, if nothing else because she didn't like giving anyone yet another reason to lynch her. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, wondering just how exactly the night might go, Bobbi drove across town to her trailer in the woods to shower off the grime of the day before picking up pretty AJ for a fun evening.

"Well hey pumpkin!" the sheriff called from the living room as his daughter passed. His boots were already off and his shirt already open, he was sitting in his favorite chair in a wife beater and uniform pants, watching TV with a beer in his hand. At the commercial he heaved himself out of his easy chair and followed his daughter down the hall where he saw her looking through her closet.

"What, goin' somehwere?" he asked, taking a sip of his beer. The sheriff knew his daughter didn't date, though he also knew he was most likely the reason for that, which was fine by him. She could date plenty in college where he didn't have to watch. If she was planning on sneaking out with a boy, however, well...that was a different story. Not under his roof.
 
As AJ was searching through her closet for something to wear Bobbi's words went through her mind. "Wear something sexy." She was shocked when she felt her face flush in embarrassment. She didn't have time to process her reaction before her father came in. She went over and gave him a proper greeting, a kiss in the cheek. "Yah, A friend invited me out later. She will pick me up at around ten" she said, emphasizing on 'she' to let her father know she will be going out with a female friend. He didn't need to know it was Bobbi who was taking her out. What doesn't know won't hurt either of them she figured.

She decided on a yellow spaghetti string tank top pair of worn jeans that had a tear on the left leg just below her butt. She paid no mind to it since no one is bound to notice. She grabbed the clothes and headed for a quick shower to wash off the days activities and was fresh for the night's fun. She had time to make dinner for her and her father and they made small talk as they ate then watched alittle bit of tv together before AJ was to head out.
 
The sheriff raised an eyebrow. "Well midnight's yer curfew, just remember that. You wanna go out earlier you can, but ain't no comin home after that, ya hear? And no boys!"

The sheriff was a family man, very protective of his daughter. He wanted her to have fun and be a typical teenager, not just "the sheriff's daughter," but at the same time he wanted boys to understand that she was the sheriff's daughter and he will shoot them. With a pat on the shoulder he smiled and returned to his post in his easy chair, going through this beer and another before dinner was done. At a quarter to ten there was a horn out in the driveway.

"I'm gonna be right here when you git back, so don't even think about tryin' to sneak in past midnight," he warned AJ. "Have fun princess."

Bobbi had changed into a clean pair of Daisy Dukes and a plaid button-up. She had left most of the buttons undone, opting to show off her ample cleavage and tie her shirt tails in a knot just below the underwire of her bra. Perhaps it was that she was a trouble maker, or maybe it was the fact that she had never liked men, but she loved showing the boys what they couldn't have. Regardless of color, there were men in the town who had made it abundantly clear just what they would do to her if they ever got her alone, which was why she kept a knife in her pocket at all times. With eager eyes she watched AJ come out of the house and traipse through the headlights before getting up into the truck.

"Damn girl you clean up nice," Bobbi said with a grin once the door was closed. "Not that you didn't look purdy in a dress, but the boys'll be all over you tonight." It helped that Bobbi was a "T&A" kind of woman and this new outfit showed off all of AJ's assets. Her smile dropped when she heard the screen door slam again and looked through the windshield.

"Aw sheeit...Hang on, girl."

Just as the sheriff recognized the truck in his driveway and had grabbed his gun from his belt, Bobbi slammed the old Chevy into reverse and floored it. Through the open windows they could hear Sheriff Jackson shouting but his words were indistinguishable. What was distinguishable were the sounds of a 9mm pinging off of the tailgate as Bobbi reached the road and started speeding away from the angry father. As they roared down the road she laughed and whooped almost joyously at the brief adrenaline rush.

"Tell yer daddy I made you go if you gotta," she called over the whistling wind to AJ. She glanced over at the pretty girl in her passenger's seat, glad she'd gotten a chance to become friends with her even if they could never be anything more. "Train tracks, watch yer head." Bobbi herself slid down in the seat as they went over them. The old truck had no seatbelts, but the 'oh shit' handles were both intact and well-used.
 
"Yes daddy" AJ said, rolling her eyes slightly at her father's protectiveness. She headed out and down to Bobbi's truck. She felt her face heat up again at the woman's remark. She was glad for the darkness since Bobbi would most likely notice her blush. When she heard the door slam her heart jumped in her throat and she gripped the seat as Bobbi sped away from her father's shots.

"Christ! Why does he have ta overreact like that?" she said as she gripped the seat tighter when Bobbi went over the train tracks. As the truck went over the tracks AJ's breasts bounced and damn near popped out of her tank top. She didn't think to wear a bra. The less layers of clothes the more comfortable she was in the hot summer night air.

"Heh ok I'll tell him you held me hostage" AJ said with a giggle as she headed down the road. She finally took notice of Bobbi's attire. "And you think the boys will be all over me?" she said "I'm sure you will get plenty of attention too."
 
"Why's he gotta overreact?" Bobbi laughed at what to her was a foolish question. "His cracker ass don't like black folks, that's why. After all, I may be affiliated with a gang." She looked over with her most serious face before it split back into a grin. "He don't want his little girl hangin' round with a sister like me. Can't blame 'im to be honest: I seen the inside of his holdin' cell more'n anyone else in town I reckon."

Bobbi tried not to stare when AJ's breasts damn near fell out of her shirt. Her thighs shifted a little as she imagined just burying her face in those creamy white tits, sucking on pretty little pink nipples. In the dark her eyes lingered over AJ's breasts then slid slowly down the rest of her body. Her mouth watered and she swallowed hard before smiling at her comment.

"That's what I'm countin' on," she replied. "I'm in a fightin' kinda mood." Her gaze was drawn to the speedometer, which read 90, then to the rearview mirror. "Fuck."

Behind them were three cruisers and Bobbi was almost certain AJ's father was in one of them. Rather than pulling over, she floored it down the dirt road. They were almost to the county line, which would put them out of his jurisdiction. Without warning she shut off the lights and veered hard right into a cornfield. Grinning, Bobbi whooped in excitement as they cut a line through the field where the cops would be unable to see where they had gone at least until morning.
 
AJ frowned at Bobbi's remark. She hated the thought of her father possibly disliking a friend of her just because of her skin color. Rap sheet aside she wondered if her father would still dislike Bobbi if she didn't frequent the holding cell.

"You always seem to be in a fightin' mood" AJ giggled then looked back at the three cruisers following them then saw the speedometer and looked at Bobbi with concern. She was going to jail again because of her.

She was about to say something then gripped the seat again as Bobbi went faster. She was scared at first then she found herself hooting and shouting with excitement. This is why she liked hanging around Bobbi. There was never a dull moment when she was with her friend. As they bumped along the cornfield she used one hand to brace herself on the seat then her other hand traveled to Bobbi and landed on her thigh. Her skin was so smooth and warm she felt her body heat rise from the contact.
 
Bobbi grinned at the implication that she was always in a fighting mood. It was true. Through the first half of the corn field she could tell AJ was scared. She was always scared at first but then loosened up and this was no exception. In no time she was shouting and laughing along. Bobbi's heart jumped when she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked down then back up, trying not to crash into anything that wasn't corn.

On the other side of the cornfield it was safe enough to flip the lights back on and she did. They bumped along the dirt road, twisting and turning down this road or that. Bobbi reached over and pulled AJ up next to her, keeping an arm around her ribs and lightly resting against the side of her breast. The speedometer was tapped out at 120 until they turned down an even darker road.

"Well, here we are." Bobbi threw the truck into park. "Wait a sec." She slid out of the cab and left the door open before pulling AJ down out off of her seat and carried her bridal style across the parking lot.

The dive bar was already thumping with music and people shouting to be heard above the music. Halfway through the parking lot Bobbi set AJ down and pulled her by the hand to the door. Grinning enthusiastically the sheriff's daughter was pulled through the crowd to an empty space on the floor.

"Let's dance, and we can get some drinks. Or get some guys to buy them for us." Bobbi's wallet was in her back pocket, attached to her belt loop by a chain, but she rarely intended to pay for her own drinks. Pulling AJ closer, she put her hands on her hips and swayed with her across the worn wooden floor.
 
AJ's heart fluttered when Bobbi pulled her closer. She could feel her heat and smell her scent and she felt an odd tightening in her stomach. Her skin flushed and tingled at the sensation. She was relived when they finally arrived but also felt a twinge of disappointment from the loss of contact. Geeze, what was happening to her? AJ looked at Bobbi quizzically when yelped when she was pulled out of the cab and carried to the door. She was liking being this close to her friend more and more.

She smiled widely when she was led into the bar. She had never been in a bar before and wondered if the two where even allowed in. AJ just figured to let Bobbi handle that. "Sure, we can see you will buy us drinks after a dance" she giggled then started dancing close to her friends. The two girls where already getting looks from the men in the bar.
 
Bobbi grinned, enjoying as AJ relaxed to the new and strange situations. Unlike her friend she had been in plenty of bars and knew how to spot the kind that didn't card. Come winter she'd be able to buy her own drinks, as well as those for anyone she chose. With any luck, she'd be getting drunk with AJ.

She leaned in to AJ's ear so as not to have to shout over the music. "You know how to move, girl." Her breath was warm against the brunette's ear as her body pressed against hers. "Show 'em what they're missin'," she laughed, moving her hands to AJ's firm rear and eliminating any remaining space between their bodies.

When the song was over she pinched her rear playfully before grabbing her hand and leading her over to the bar. "Jack'n'coke on the rocks," she shouted over the music to the bartender before looking over at AJ. She probably had never had a drink before. "Make it an appletini for my friend."
 
AJ was having a blast dancing with Bobbi. It felt amazing being so close to the girl. Not only amazing, but it felt right touching her, pressing against her. "Thanks" she said, her face flushed with excitement. "You can move pretty well too" she added then jumped as she felt Bobbi's hands on her butt. She had no clue what to do about it. It didn't feel wrong. Exactly the opposite and AJ began to wonder about her friend. She had never asked since it wasn't her business.

AJ was breathing heavily after their dance and hurried over with Bobbi to the bar. She let her order since she has never had a drink in her life. She looked at the glass then took a small, appraising sip. "Hey, not bad" she chuckled then leaned against Bobbi to stay close and feel her against her own body.
 
"Yeah that was my first drink." Noticing AJ leaning against her, Bobbi made a bold move and pulled her into her lap. "Tastes like a goddamn Jolly Rancher don't it?" The bartender set her own drink on the counter and she took a long drink, shaking her head vigorously. "That'll wake ya up! Wanna try?" She held up the drink for AJ to try, not convinced she would like it. She had ordered the drink because Vodka was an easy taste to hide.

"So whaddya think?" she called over the music. "About this place I mean. Pretty tight huh? Won't find no place like this in town." She rested her chin on AJ's shoulder and bounced her knees a little, playfully, while keeping an arm wrapped around her waist to hold her on. She was being obvious now, but if she got rejected then in the morning Bobbi could just blame it all on the drinks skewing her perception.
 
"Oh I se-" AJ said then yelped when Bobbi pulled her on her lap. She made no move to get off. It was comfortable on her friends lap. "Yeah it does" she giggled then took another sip of her drink then looked at Bobbi's glass questionably. "hmmmm sure" she said then took one sip and immediately regretted it. It burned all the way down and she coughed hard. "Christ! How can you drink that" she said after getting her breath back then took another sip of her own drink to get rid of the taste.

"It's a fun place to hang" AJ said then looked down at her friend, studying her actions. She wasn't sure what she was doing but she had an idea. "Hey Bobbi? I got a question" she said, a light shade of red spreading on her cheeks.
 
Bobbi threw her head back and laughed as AJ spluttered and coughed. She thumped her friend's chest with the flat of her fist to try to get it all the way down. She took another long sip of her drink and smiled into the bottom of the glass as she demanded to know how she could drink it.

"Years of practice," she said with a chuckle. "Smooth ain't it? Maybe we can getcha a beer after this drink. Ain't gonna stand by while you keep on girly drinks. Gonna teach you to drink right, but beer before liquor getcha sick quicker."

Bobbi raised an eyebrow when AJ seemed ready to pose a question. She was pretty certain she knew what the question was, but let it come anyway. "Yeah? What's yer question?"
 
AJ blushed deeper. She wasn't sure just how to ask. It's not unheard of but in a small town like this she wouldn't want anyone to overhear and cause Bobbi any problems. She thought about backing out asking but knew Bobbi would keep pushing her to. To keep other's from hearing she leaned down and against Bobbi's ear.

"Are you....." AJ said in a low tone so only Bobbi could hear. "I mean do you....prefer women?" her heart was pounding in her chest. If she was wrong, it would be quite the awkward moment.
 
Bobbi chuckled warmly at the question. She appreciated that AJ hadn't shouted it within hearing range of others. She squeezed AJ's waist gently and rested her chin on her shoulder.

"That obvious huh?" she said back in her ear. "If it makes you uncomfortable I can take ya home. I just ask that you don't...y'know...tell anyone. I'm not ashamed but I ain't keen much on gettin' hung high just coz boys ain't my bag."

She looked at AJ, searching for a reaction. Was she disgusted? Was she okay with it? Was she more than okay with it? Was she interested? Bobbi was surprised to find herself holding her breath in anticipation of the sheriff's daughter's reaction.
 
AJ wasn't shocked. Bobbi just confirmed her long suspicions. She was not at all homophobic. I fact, sometimes she wondered about herself. Perhaps Bobbi could help her figure herself out. She just shook her head. "No, it's ok" she said as she gently placed her hands on Bobbi's shoulders to balance herself. She was silent for a moment as she tried to get the right words out.

Leaning back into her friend she asked. "How....I mean....how did you know? How do you realize something like that?" AJ hoped she wasn't giving too much away but another part of her didn't care much if Bobbi began to suspect her true intentions.
 
Bobbi looked over her friend. She had an idea of where AJ was going and it was, clearly, a direction she liked very much. Rap sheet notwithstanding, she did have her own sort of moral code however. She wasn't going to force herself on a confused or drunk girl. Well, she wouldn't force herself period, but she didn't want to confuse AJ either.

"Well, it's different for everyone," she said after some thought. "Some are born, some just realize one day. Some girls even date a bunch of guys before they figure out that's what's been wrong with every relationship they've ever had. For me, well it was when I realized Mulan was my hero and I wanted to sweep Angelina Jolie off her feet. Of course I was seven, so it wouldn't have worked very well...but I woulda tried dammit!" Bobbie grinned and took another sip of her drink.
 
AJ laughed warmly at Bobbi. "I'm sure you would have" she said as she took a sip of her drink. "So do you have a specific preference in looks or would you go for any cute girl?" she asked. She hoped she wasn't asking stupid questions. It was just so intriguing to find this out about her friend. Also she wanted to know more about women who like women. Since she might be one herself. The music kicked up again.

"Oh I love this song!!" AJ said then hopped off of Bobbi and took her hand. "Let's dance more" she smiled widely as she lightly pulled her friend to the dance floor. Men continued to leer at the two women and AJ just pulled Bobbi close, not wanting any unwanted attention from the men of the bar.
 
Bobbi shrugged. "Eh...I have a certain type that I prefer, but I'm open to just about anyone so long as she's cute. It's the same as liking boys, y'know. Not gonna rule anyone out, but there are certain types. I love a woman with a fantastic rack. Love me some white chocolate, too, or Latinas. They're a pain in the ass though, Latinas. Folks round here wouldn't want me goin' with a white guy, never mind a white girl, so I just keep things to myself."

The young woman laughed at her friend's exuberance. She wondered if that small amount of alcohol had lowered her inhibitions or if she was genuinely curious. She held AJ's hand out onto the dance floor and put her hands on her friend's hips. The night was beginning to take a very interesting turn. Bobbi pressed their hips close together and leaned her forehead gently against AJ's.

"See them guys over there?" she said quietly. "Betcha dime to a dollar they'd pay to watch us kiss, but they'd try to beat the shit out of us if they thought we was real lesbians. Well, key word try. I can handle my own."
 
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