June was exhausted.
After spending much of the day running around town doing various errands, she'd met some friends for a late lunch before going to the grocery store to pick-up some lamb chops for dinner tomorrow. Tired...feet aching...she had no desire to do anything but take a bath and crawl into bed.
Still, she knew she'd have to get dinner started first. Something simple, like a hamburger casserole. Maybe they could order out this evening?
She was just reaching for the door...when it was opened for her...by a complete stranger.
She was a bizarre creature. A tiny - yet gigantically fat - little black woman, dressed in the uniform of a domestic servant. Her hair was twisted and styled like a tumbling mass of black, beaded ropes, and her oddly cute face was spread in an open and engaging smile. She beamed at June, her teeth almost unnaturally white, as she maneuvered her bulk about to allow June to pass.
"Oh, Miss June!" she exclaimed in a lovely sing-song accent that sounded very Caribbean. "An', how dids you day go, hmm? Ah sees you bought lamb chops. Those gonna make a fine dinna tomorrow. Why don' you let's Marqessa take dose an' gets dem in th' fridge. Dinna be almos' done, an' ah gots a hot bath waitin' fo' you. Jus' let Marqessa take dat coat, an' you jus' relax fo' awhile."
The fat, black matron bustled about, fretting and fussing over June like a mother hen, while she hung Junes coat in the closet and waddled into the kitchen with the shopping bag. June stood there for several seconds, before saying "Um, Marqessa? Did my husband hire you? He didn't speak to me about employing a cook."
Marqessa answered back "You could say dat, Miss June. Mark, he's de reason ah'm heah. Him an' dat sweet ol' Ty-boy of youse. He sho' is a wunnerful young man, ah feels. Dinna be ready in about twen'y minutes, maam. You bes' get yo bath."
June was still confused, but the bath did sound wonderful. With the sound of Marqessa singing from the kitchen - a lilting, liquid song she couldn't understand - June undressed in the bedroom and took her bath.
"Hi, Ty-boy..." Marqessa smiled as her beloved foster son entered the kitchen. "...mah wife be home now. She sho is gonna love what ah mades fo dinna. We got all her favorites."
Ty gave Marqessa a quick kiss on the cheek - which made Marqessa giggle and smile (Ty was such a sweet and wonderful boy!) - before glancing over the dishes June's former husband had prepared. Cabbage soup, sausage-stuffed peppers, buttered leeks and fresh cornbread. Still in the oven, a raspberry crumble waited to be served with a scoop of Vanilla Bean ice-cream. Just as she's said, these were June's favorite dishes.
"I'm sure she'll love it, Marqessa. And soon...she'll love you as well. This should be amusing, don't you think?"
Marqessa giggled again, and her thighs quivered at the thought. This was for the best.
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When June smelled the food, she smiled. She was freshly garbed in a lovely white dress that Marqessa had apparently laid out for her. Once the obese, little woman pulled out her chair and started to serve her (the food smelled heavenly!), June asked "Where's Mark?"
June took a spoon-full of the wonderful soup and sighed. It was so good...so flavorful...
Marqessa turned back towards the kitchen - her thunderous buttocks wobbling hypnotically - before glancing back (coquettishly?) and saying "Oh, he ain' commin' back neva, Miss June. But don't worry 'bout it. You got's me."
June didn't understand what the delightful creature was saying. June didn't care. June continued to eat, and as the cabbage soup vanished...the stuffed peppers (so delicious!), leeks (wonderful!) and buttery cornbread (TO DIE FOR!) soon followed. She felt full...and empty as well. She watched Marqessa maneuver her bulk about - fascinated and intrigued by her every swell and ripple. She wanted to take the fat, black girl in her arms and snuggle her close. She fantasized about how soft her body was. How the folds were textured and even how her naked sex would smell...and taste. What was wrong with her? And where was Mark? And why should she care...when she had Marqessa?"
She finished with the desert...before taking Marqessa'a soft, plump hand in hers...and leading her into the bedroom. She was having a hard time remembering what Mark had looked like...
As she passed hers and Marks wedding photo...the photo shifted. In it now, June and Marqessa stood. She'd never married - or even known - anyone named Mark. Now, June was a lesbian who lived alone with her two foster sons (Dustin and Ty) and her live-in housekeeper who'd become her life partner, Marqessa.
Ty (who'd been invisible to June the whole night) listened to June and Marqessa begin to make love for the second time. They both now thought they'd been together for years, and that they were deeply, patiently in love.
Boy, won't Dustin be surprised when he gets home? The poor fellow was out with friends, and wouldn't be back till well after midnight. Ty decided that everyone EXCEPT for Dustin would think that this was perfectly normal. Poor Dustin would be shocked to find out that now he too was a foster child.