Ugly Ugliest Things

Looking around the room, Sage smiled at the few patients that were smiling at her. Then she saw Robin.

For a moment, Sage Smith froze. He was just as handsome as he'd been that first night she'd seen him. She'd been a cashier at Burns & Burns Groceries and a handsome young man with a mop of dark curly hair, dressed in a nice suit had come in.

Then the handsome man had come to her cash register. He'd asked her out, a breakfast after her shift ended. That date had led to another, then she'd crawled into his bed.

Sage was still holding onto Sable's hand as she looked at Robin Boudreaux. Sable dragged Sage to where Robin was seated, talking quietly with Julie Chamblee.

"Robin, doesn't she look good?" Sable asked.

Robin's smile widened and he stood. He pulled Sage in for a hug and kissed her on her forehead.

"You do, you really do look great," he said.

To Julie he said, "Oh my God; my wife calls me and says Sage is here and I hardly recognized her, looked like a drowned rat."

He smiled at Sage and hugged her again.

"Now you're looking like Sage again," he said.

"I'm here, I'm here, damned insurance people," Dr. Whitmore said, bustling into the room. "Anything make me drink? It'd be an insurance bureaucrat, I swear."

Sage let go of Sable's hand as Dr. Whitmore and Julie Chamblee pulled her to the center of the room. For the next few minutes, the two praised Sage's accomplishments, reminded the room what hellacious withdrawals Sage had endured, and spoke of their hopes for her future.

Then it was Sage's turned to speak.

"I uh, did a really stupid thing," Sage admitted. "I mean, a really stupid thing. My boyfriend didn't want me going to this party, but I went and got drunk and high and it just snowballed from there. Because of drugs and alcohol? I lost everything."

She looked at the smiling Sable and the no longer smiling Robin.

"Within a year of that horrible night? I'm shooting up and doing whatever I can get my next fix," she continued. "But when the two guys I was living with decided they was going rob this guy, I ran to the only place I knew I might find love; I ran to my old boyfriend's house."

Sable was now smiling broadly. Robin had a little smile on his lips.

"And this woman asked me; she didn't ask me once, she asked me like three or four times if I wanted help," Sage said and tears began trickling down her cheeks.

She wiped at the freely flowing tears.

"Well, I wanted help then, and I still want help," she declared.

"And we help you," Sable declared.

There was unsweetened punch and a chocolate cake for the ceremony. Sage was given a list of Narcotics Anonymous meetings in the St. Elizabeth and St. Ann parishes, and a list of Alcoholics Anonymous meetings in those two parishes as well.

"No kidding? They got meetings at that church on Kent." Robin said, reading through the list. "Sweetheart, that's just right down the street there."

"What you call her?" Sable teased, playfully pinching him on his buttock.

"All right; one of us has to go back to work," Robin said and handed Sage a key tag. Congratulations, Sage. I'm really proud of you."

Then Sage stepped through the smoked glass door for the first time in twenty nine days.

She was nervous, but Sable insisted she drive the Mustang to Robin's house. Then, at the house, she pulled Sage into the master bedroom and put Sage's clothing into the large walk in closet.

"But, where..." Sage asked and Sable pointed to the bed.

Sage saw that there were six pillows, two on the left end, two in the middle, then two on the right end.

"Robin sleep here," Sable pointed out, patting the side of the bed next to the alarm clock.

"He still get up at five every morning?" Sage asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes," Sable gave a nod of her head. "And I get up too and we make love, we fuck good. Then I go back to sleep, is too early."

Sage giggled and Sable smiled, then kissed her. Sage then patted the middle section of the bed.

"And then I sleep here, next to my husband," she went on, then patted the right of the bed. "And here's our Sage, right where she belong."

"I uh, but there's other beds in this house," Sage pointed out.

Sable kissed her again.

"Yes, but you belong in here," Sable insisted.

She combed her fingers through Sage's long pink tinged hair, then gave Sage a soft, lingering kiss.

"No, no, you belong right here," she said, then kissed Sage again.

Her arm went around Sage's waist while her other arm continued to play with Sage's long hair.

Sable opened her mouth slightly and Sage did as well. Sable gently pushed her tongue into Sage's mouth and tickled Sage's tongue. Then she gently sucked Sage's tongue into her own mouth.

The two young women kissed for a few moments. Then Sable sucked Sage's lower lip into her mouth and softly bit down on Sage's pouting lip.

"Come, come, you thirsty maybe?" Sable said.

She put her arm around Sage's waist and walked out of the bedroom. They walked to the living room and Sage saw that the furniture had been changed. Before, it had been some ugly tweed couches, sectional furniture. Now it was tan leather couches, a large red leather cube ottoman and a few red and a few tan leather chairs.

Sable flopped down face first onto the leather ottoman. She pulled her khaki shorts up, exposing much of her buttocks. She smiled to Sage.

"Robin like this," Sable informed Sage. "It's his favorite."

She got to her feet. She did not pull her shorts back down as she walked toward the bar.

Sable walked behind the bar and pulled out two glasses.

"Robin say you like the vodka. Me? I like the rum, but here, I fix you a vodka, okay?" Sable said.

"Sable, no!" Sage said, horrified. "No! Sable! I'm an alcoholic; I can't drink that!"

Sable smiled a large smile. She walked back to where Sage was standing and hugged her happily.

"I know, I was checking on you," Sable confessed.

She kissed Sage happily.

"Now, you want cup of coffee?" she asked, pulling Sage toward the kitchen. I make good coffee."

"Yes," Sage laughed. "I want coffee."

Sable was quick, efficient as she prepared the pot. She did not measure, just eyeballed the grounds as she added them to the mesh filter.

They stood and waited for the coffee maker to quit gurgling. While they waited. Sable gently rubbed her hand up and down Sage's back. Every now and then, her small hand would cup one of Sage's buttocks

"I like touching you," Sable whispered, then softly kissed Sage.

"I uh, I kind of, I uh like you touch... It uh, it feels good," Sage confessed.

"Here, here, you touch me," Sable urged and placed Sage's hand on her exposed buttocks.

The coffee pot did stop its gurgling but both women were too busy making out to notice. Sable continued to play with Sage's buttocks; she did like the blonde's nicely rounded buttocks. Her other hand began to toy with Sage's heavy breasts, Sage's sensitive nipples.

Chapter 9

Sage drove home from the Happy Destiny Alcoholics Anonymous meeting that met Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays at the non-denominational church on Kent Avenue. It had been a really good meeting for three reasons. One, they met at six o'clock, not eight o'clock. Two, it was just right down the street. Truthfully, she could have walked there had she thought about it. And three, there had been nine women there. Three of them had even given Sage their phone numbers.

It had also been a good meeting because the topic was 'H.O.W' Honesty, Open-Mindedness and Willingness.

And, right after the 'Our Father' an African-American man had tried to hug her. Jared Tyler had walked up to her, pelvis tilted forward and had moved to put his arms around the diminutive woman. He had not asked for a hug; he had just walked up and moved to put his arms around Sage.

Sage had firmly placed her hand on his chest and stopped him. She had stood up for herself against an aggressive man.

And when he angrily tried to shame her, Sage had stood her ground.

"It's my body and I have the right to refuse anyone putting their hands on my body," Sage had said, a little loudly. "Sorry if you don't like it. Why don't you call your sponsor?"

"Way to go, young lady, way to go," one of the men said, glaring at Jared.

Because Trent, the man that had stood up in Sage's defense was also African-American, Jared could not claim that Trent was prejudiced.

Sage pulled the car into the four car garage, then walked from garage into the kitchen. Entering the kitchen, she was treated to the sight of Sable's nicely rounded, light brown buttocks as the woman stirred something in a cast iron pan. Sable's long black hair was twisted into a thick braid and the braid jerked from side to side as she stirred, humming happily.

Sable wore an apron and nothing else as she cooked.

"Robin, he coming home early dinner you first night here," Sable said, smiling at Sage.

"Need help?" Sage asked, coming up and putting her arm around Sable's waist.

"You apron right there," Sable nodded toward an apron on the kitchen island

Sage began to pull it on, then went into the hall bathroom, shrugged out of blouse, bra and shorts, then pulled the apron on. She washed her hands, then joined Sable in the kitchen.

I stop kiss you, I burn the roux," Sable explained and kept stirring, scraping the hot oil and flour with the wooden spoon.

So Sage cut up the chicken and browned the pieces in another cast iron skillet.

"Aw yeah, that's what I'm talking about," Robin said as he came into the kitchen.

"I stop I burn roux," Sable declared.

"Sage stop she going burn roux?" Robin asked.

"Hmm? Her? No, no, she kiss you," Sable decided as Sage scraped a large handful of chopped onions, and bell peppers into the second skillet.

Sage turned and looked at Robin. She smiled a nervous smile.

"You uh, you don't have to kiss..." she started to say, but Robin pulled her in for a tight hug.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. Robin then bent and kissed Sage on her lips. She opened her mouth and he did take the invitation.

"Oh God," she moaned into his mouth.

"Sage you chicken," Sable warned.

"Oh!" Sage said, pulled away from Robin and began to scrape the onion, bell pepper and chicken with her wooden spoon.

"Need go away, you distracting me yeah," Sage ordered Robin.

He laughed at how easily she slipped into the Cajun accent she'd picked up from his mother. He gave his wife, then his girlfriend light slaps on their beautiful buttocks and left the kitchen.

"See?" Sable whispered. "He forgive you. He still love you."

"I still, I still love him," Sage admitted.

The women finished making dinner, and the three of them sat down to eat.

"Sage went to a meeting," Sable said after they'd prayed.

"Oh? Good one?" Robin asked.

Sage told them about the meeting, and even told them about the brash black man that had tried to hug her. Robin nodded his head in approval at the way Sage handled it. Sable put her small hand on Sage's thigh and patted her leg.

"Man, its still daylight outside," Robin said as he put his plate into the dishwasher. "Can't believe I'm already ready for bed."

"Too tired we fuck?" Sable demanded as she finished her own meal.

"Said I'm ready for bed," Robin said, playfully pulling her thick braid. "Didn't say shit about sleeping."

"Oh, then I'm ready for bed too. Sage?" Sable agreed as she put her own plate into the dishwasher.

Sage followed Sable and Robin up the stairs. In the bedroom, she and Sable kissed and played with each other's breasts while Robin undressed. Then he lay down on the bed.

Sable and Sage lay down, one on either side of him. They took turns kissing him; Sage let Sable go first. This was, after all, Sable's husband.

Robin groaned happily as two hot mouths licked and sucked on his nipples. Then two tongues trailed a wet stripe down from his nipples to his hard cock.

Sable again went first, taking the head of Robin's cock into her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily. Sage wiggled herself down and began to tongue Robin's scrotum. The two women made oral love to Robin's cock and balls for several long moments. Then Sable urged Sage to start sucking Robin's cock while she licked and tongued Robin's slick, slippery balls.

"Mmph!" Sage grunted as Robin began pumping his hot semen into her mouth.

Sage held all of Robin's thick sperm in her mouth, then brought her mouth to Sable's mouth. The two women kissed, sharing Robin's semen.

"I love you," Sable whispered to Sage.

"I love you more," Sage declared.

Is impossible," Sable smiled. "I love you much much more."

They kissed, then bent and began to suck and stroke Robin's cock to full hardness again.

Then Sable swung her leg over Robin's waist and took his cock into her wet pussy.

Sage continued to lick and stroke Robin's testicles, then she began tonguing his cock where Sable and he were joined.

"Oh," Sable sighed as she felt Sage's small tongue dabbing and her pussy lips.

Then Sage began tonguing Sable's sweaty, spicy anus.

"Oh yes!" Sable cried out as pleasure rippled through her body.

Sage continued to tongue Sable's anus while she rubbed her own pussy. Then she got onto her knees behind Sable and kissed Sable's neck and shoulders and back. She continued to rub her own pussy as she reached around and began toying with Sable's breasts.

"Oh yes, oh shit," Sable grunted in orgasm.

"Yes," Sage hissed into Sable's ear as she brought herself to orgasm.

Then she trailed her hand down and began teasing Sable's furry pussy.

Sable twisted her head around and the two women kissed frantically.

"Oh yes!" Sable groaned into Sage's mouth.

"Aw fuck," Robin whined and began to pump his semen into his wife's clutching pussy.

When his soft penis slithered out of Sable's pussy, Sage rolled Sable onto her back. Then Sage glued her mouth to Sable's pussy and began sucking Robin's semen from Sable's splayed pussy.

After Sage cleaned Sable of Robin's spunk, then Sage began tonguing and sucking on Sable's pussy, searching blindly for Sable's clitoris.

"Aieegh!" Sable screamed in orgasm as Sage began lightly gnawing on her clitoris.

Sage sucked Sable to two orgasms before Sable gently pushed her away. Then the two women kissed, entwining their limbs around each other.

"How long you like girls?" Sable whispered.

"That, that was my first time," Sage admitted.

Robin's cock had revived, watching his girls make love. He wiggled around behind Sage and lifted her leg.

"Yes!" Sage hissed happily as her lover's cock slid into her wet pussy.

Sage and Sable continued to kiss while Robin slowly drove himself in and out of Sage's tight pussy. Sable then leaned and began to suck and lightly bite Sage's sensitive nipples. Sage twisted her head and kissed Robin.

In the morning, it was the jostling of the bed that woke Sage from a deep, peaceful sleep. She watched as the bedside lamp illuminated the two lovers. Robin lay between his beautiful wife's legs, driving himself in and out of her wet, squelching pussy.

Sage leaned over and began to suck on Sable's large nipples.

"Oh yes!" Sable enthused as her girlfriend suckled her breasts.

Robin finished, shooting into his wife's pussy. Then as he got out of the bed to go shower and shave, Sable twisted around and pushed her slimy pussy onto Sage's face. She began to suck and lick at Sage's pussy.

Sage cleaned Sable's pussy of Robin's semen. Then the two women shuddered in orgasm.

Robin came out of his shower and saw the two women sleeping as they lay, entwined.

He went downstairs, made himself breakfast, and made himself coffee. Then, knotting his tie, he walked back into the bedroom.

He kissed Sage's forehead.

"Go away," she mumbled. "I know I'm dreaming and I'm afraid to wake up."

"Si, we dreaming," Sable agreed when Robin bent and kissed her. "You don't wake us."

With a laugh, Robin left the bedroom.

Robin came home at lunchtime and saw a beautiful sight. Sable was bent over, scrubbing the baseboards in the kitchen. Her denim shorts rode high, exposing her beautiful buttocks. Some tendrils of her black pubic hair escaped out of the sides. Her half shirt billowed open, revealing that she wore no bra.

Sage was on her knees, scrubbing the baseboards in the large pantry. Her denim shorts rode up, exposing much of her pale buttocks. Some tendrils of her pink pubic hair escaped the sides of her shorts. Her half shirt billowed open, showing that she wore no bra.

"You lunch in oven, we busy," Sable ordered.

Even as she said this, Robin could see that the crotch of her denim shorts was quite dark with her excitement. Sage's light blue denim was also growing quite dark.

Robin pulled the warm plate from the oven and brought the plate into the living room. He turned on the noon news, Performance 12 news out of DeGarde, Louisiana. The one thing he did admire about Performance 12, they didn't seem to have a political axe to grind. They simply reported the news, did not give any opinion.

"What you watching?" Sable asked, walking into the living room.

Her denim shorts were ridiculously short; Robin knew she'd never wear them in public. The two halves of her buttocks were nearly completely exposed.

She flopped down on the large cube ottoman, buttocks gleaming up at him.

"I'm watching the news; mind getting your butt out of my face?" Robin teased.

In answer, Sable rolled over onto her back. She unzipped the shorts and began lightly running her fingers up and down her wet slit.

"This better?" she asked, smiling.

"Uh huh," Robin smiled.

He pushed his plate aside, then knelt on the floor between his wife's thighs.

"Oh, Robin," she sighed as he pulled her shorts down and off, then began tonguing her wet slit.

He brought her to orgasm, then she rolled back onto her belly and wiggled her buttocks.

"Is ready," Sable announced.

Robin tested and found that Sable had indeed already lubricated her anus for him.

"Oh!" both husband and wife sighed as Robin drove his thick cock into her rectum.

"Sage, Sage, you come too," Sable ordered.

"What you want me to do?" Sage asked.

In answer, Sable patted the ottoman in front of herself.

Sage dropped her jean shorts to the floor, then sat on the ottoman, legs spread wide. Sage threw the half shirt on the floor and tugged and twisted her own nipples while Sable licked her pussy.

*.*.*

Sage was horrified to learn that D'Eric and D'Angelo both perished that fateful day. It did sadden her to hear that Vernon had perished as well. She drove to their gravesites and knelt down and begged each man for forgiveness.

With Nicole Banks, the attorney that Robin hired for her, Sage Smith did go to the Kimble Police Department and did tell them what had transpired that day. She was booked, and arraigned the very next morning. Four months later, she had her trial. Judge Jesse Johnson sentenced Sage Amy Smith to time served and one hundred hours community service. She did her community service at the DeGarde CDU.

Amy Smith and Duane Jones did accept Sage's amends, then asked her if they could hold a couple of hundred bucks.

Sage asked Precious Jones, an African-American woman with nearly twelve years clean and sober time to be her sponsor. Precious is a real hardline, by the book sponsor.

And her stock reply whenever sage calls is to ask her, "Sage, did you pray about it?"

Both Sable and Robin came to the open AA meeting when Sage picked up her one year chip, and the open NA meeting when she picked up her one year NA medallion.

Precious had told Sage not to make any major decisions until she had at least one year clean and sober. Now that she had one year, Sage decided it was time to make a major decision. Upon arriving home after picking up her 1 Year NA medallion, she sat on the tan leather couch between Robin and Sable. She took both of their hands into hers then took a deep breath.