Vodka: Green Apple

*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.

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Terri Combs stood in front of the Burns & Burns grocery store. The June heat was brutal enough, but the sun was shining right on her and Courtney, making the wait an unbearable one.

She wished she could wait inside of the store, in the cold air-conditioning of the grocery store. But the manager had already chased Terri and Courtney out once that morning.

"Ain't buying nothing? Then don't need be in here," the man had spat, hustling Terri out, hand firmly gripping Terri's bare forearm.

A car pulled up in front of the grocery store. Terri looked at the car hopefully as the rear passenger door popped open.

"All right, thank you," Eli Perry said, stepping out of the automobile.

Terri thrust her 34C chest forward. Her halter top was made of a long bandanna she'd looped around her chest. The material showed the tops of her breasts, showed that her chest was a little bit more than a handful.

"Sure you don't need no help?" the driver asked.

"Customer service helps me here," Eli said, extending his white cane.

Terri's hopes plummeted when she realized that the man was blind. If he couldn't see her chest, see her sleek belly, her tapered legs, if he couldn't admire her juicy bubble butt sticking out of her nearly obscene Daisy Duke shorts, what hope did she have of enticing him?

He was tall, with a full head of brown hair. His face was not a handsome face; there seemed to be something wrong with his features.

His clothes were of good quality even if they were rumpled looking. His arms were spindly looking as he tapped toward the sliding doors of the grocery store.

"Hey Sugar," Terri said as the man drew parallel with her.

The automatic doors slid open. Terri almost sighed as the cold air wafted out of the store's interior.

"Uh, hey," Eli agreed cautiously.

"Hey I uh, listen, need help with shopping?" Terri offered.

"Uh, maybe," Eli agreed. "Depends. What's it going cost me?"

"I uh, I just need you buy me couple bottles of Cormican's Apple, the wine," Terri said.

"Couple bottles; that's what? About four bucks?" Eli asked. "Yeah, sure. Come on."

"I told you..." the manager said, rapidly approaching as Terri followed Eli into the store.

Terri stopped pushing her stroller and glared hatefully at the man. She pointed to Eli.

"I'm helping my boyfriend do his shopping, all right, butt...ercup?" Terri snapped. "That's who I been waiting on when you chased me out last time."

"Mike? There a problem?" Eli asked, hand resting on a grocery buggy.

"Uh, no, no Mr. Perry," Mike said, glaring at Terri. "Good to see you again, sir."

"Butt...ercup, huh?" Eli chuckled as he pulled the buggy behind himself. "That was cute. Going have remember that one."

"Yeah, call him what I really want call him, he calls the cops and I get to spend couple days in jail for assault," Terri muttered darkly.

"So, what did you want call him?" Eli asked. "Okay, first on the list is some Fuji apples."

"Butt face," Terri admitted. "Apples are right here. Fuji, Fuji, those any good?"

"They're nice and crisp. Hate mealy apples; why I steer clear of them Golden Delicious," Eli said. "Get me a bag?"

Terri ripped a bag from the roll and even opened it for Eli. He deftly selected seven of the fruits, twisted the bag and put it into his cart.

"How the bananas look?" Eli asked.

"Like they was in a fight and lost," Terri said. "Oh, wait, here's a bunch looks okay."

"Green? Slightly green?" Eli asked.

"Slightly green," Terri agreed.

"Let me see," Eli asked.

Terri handed the bunch to Eli. Up close, she saw that his face had been burned, which was why, when he got out of the car, she could tell something wasn't quite right with his features.

"How'd you get burned?" Terri asked, not shying away from the question.

"Was working at Dime's when it caught fire," Eli said, not offended by Terri's question. "That's how I went blind too."

"Oh, God; that's horrible!" Terri gasped.

"Could have been worse; bunch of people died. I need anything else in produce?" Eli asked, reading his list.

"The Dimes' fire? My mom was in labor with me when that happened," Terri said. "Almost gave birth to me in the waiting room 'cause they was rushing all y'all in there."

"Then you turned nineteen, not too far back?" Eli deduced.

"Uh huh, three weeks," Terri agreed.

Checking his Braille list, Eli had Terri find the Russet potatoes, a yellow onion and two green peppers. At the edge of the produce section, he paused.

"You uh, you getting anything? I hear your buggy there," Eli asked, again checking his list.

"My...Oh! No, this is my stroller," Terri said, giggling.

"Stroller? You got a baby with you?" Eli asked, slightly surprised.

"Uh huh, Courtney Ellen Combs," Terri said. "And she's three months old today."

"Oh well now!" Eli said, bending toward the stroller. "Hi! Hi pretty girl, hi."

When Eli smiled, a genuine warm smile, his whole face scrunched up into a mass of wrinkles. It actually made Eli Perry look somewhat cute. Terri smiled down at her infant daughter, sleeping peacefully now that they were in the cool building.

"She's sleeping right now," Terri said to Eli.

"Well, at three months old, I really wasn't expecting a lively discussion on renewable energy sources," Eli admitted. "Now, in the canned vegetable aisle, we're looking for diced tomatoes. I actually like the store brand."

Eventually, the trio reached the beer and wine aisle. Terri asked Eli how many bottles she could get, informing him that the price was one dollar, ninety eight cents per bottle.

"Three enough?" Eli asked. "Know, if you really like Apple, ex-girlfriend gave me a fifth of Nulough's vodka, this Green Apple flavored."

"Green Apple flavored, vodka comes in flavors?" Terri asked, putting the three bottles of Cormican's Apple wine into Eli's basket.

"Nulough's does," Eli said. "Think she was just being a bitch when she gave me that stuff. She knows I'm a gin drinker."

"Gin any good? All I've ever had is wine," Terri said.

"I like gin 'cause, you drink gin? You know you're drinking. That other stuff? Either too weak, or too sweet. But gin? Nothing weak about it. Nothing sweet about it," Eli declared.

They completed the shopping when Terri located a packet of Swiss cheese for Eli. While Eli again checked his list, Terri steeled herself.

"I uh, I get a box of diapers too?" Terri blurted out.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Eli shrugged.

In the check-out lane, Terri thrust her chest out at the bag boy and asked him to please double-bag the bottles of wine. The cashier frowned, but did not stop the blushing young man from double bagging Terri's bottles of wine.

"Okay, going get an Uber out here," Eli said as the bag boy now pushed Eli's buggy toward the door. "You going be okay? You need couple bucks?"

"Where you going?" Terri asked, actually resting a hand on his scrawny arm.

"Home," Eli said.

"That, uh, you said you had some Low's green apple stuff?" Terri said.

"Nulough's. Nulough's Green Apple vodka," Eli agreed. "Want come on, see if you like it?"

"Sure," Terri agreed readily.

If Terri went home, her father might also be home. She would have to somehow smuggle the three bottles of wine into the house, into her bedroom. Terri's father would interrogate Terri relentlessly, where had she been, who had she been with, what was in the bag?

Terri watched with interest as Eli's phone chattered to him. He swiped his fingers across the phone's face, responding to a question with 'three' then swiping the phone's touch screen with his thumb.

"And Jackie will be here in about six minutes," Eli said when the phone chattered something at hyper-speed.

"You, you can understand all that?" Terri asked, fascinated.

Again, Eli's face scrunched into a mass of wrinkles when he smiled. Terri returned the smile, even though Eli couldn't see her smile.

Courtney woke from her brief nap and she was cranky. Terri busted open the box of disposable diapers and quickly changed Courtney's diaper. She dropped the soggy diaper into the overflowing garbage can in front of the grocery store just as a car pulled to a stop.

"Eli? Hi, I'm Jackie," an African-American woman called out. "Said y'all got three?"

"Yes ma'am," Eli agreed.

"Here, let me help y'all with all that," Jackie said cheerfully, popping the trunk of her car.

Courtney fussed when she was put into her stroller. Terri and Jackie hurriedly loaded the groceries into the trunk.

"I'll do that," Terri said when Jackie moved to assist Eli into the car.

Terri didn't know why it had bothered her when Jackie moved to help Eli, but it had. She guided Eli to the front passenger door, keeping her eye on Courtney's stroller. Then Terri quickly scooped Courtney out of the stroller, folded the stroller, and climbed into the rear of the car.

"Law says got have that baby in a car seat," Jackie said.

"I know; it's at home," Terri lied.

Eli kept his mouth shut as Jackie drove. Courtney continued to fuss; she was hungry. Terri tried to distract the infant, rubbing her back, crooning to her.

"One at the very end," Eli said when Jackie pulled into the parking lot of the Eastlawn Condominiums.

Terri looked around as Jackie backed up to the condominium. If Terri's sense of direction was correct, her home was about nine blocks southwest from Eli's condominium. Terri could drink one bottle of Cormican's Apple wine, get a good buzz going and secrete the other two bottles in Courtney's diaper bag.

She'd have a good buzz going, but wouldn't be stumbling drunk, triggering a rage in her father. She'd have a good buzz going, would be happy when she got home from her walk, then could keep the buzz going after their supper.

"Terri, why you pinching that baby, huh?" Eli teased as Courtney's crying reached a new level.

"She's hungry," Terri apologized.

"Oh well, we're almost there," Jackie said.

Eli unlocked the door and shut off his alarm. Courtney moved to help unload the car, but Jackie waved her away.

"Girl, need take care of that baby; we got this," Jackie said firmly.

Inside the condo, Terri sat on a comfortable velour couch and slipped the bandana up, exposing her right breast. Courtney's small mouth immediately began sucking at Terri's nipple.

"All right, Mr. Eli, that's all of it," Jackie cheerfully called out. "And got your girlfriend's stroller out the back, hear?"

"Oh, thank you," both Terri and Eli said.

"No problem," Jackie said cheerfully. "Y'all have a blessed day, hear?"

Eli took his phone out and rapidly tapped out something. A moment later, the phone chimed and he smiled.

"Gave Jackie a five star, and a five dollar tip," Eli informed Terri. "Wow, Courtney sure got quiet all of a sudden, huh?"

"'Cause she's got a hold of Mommy's boob," Terri said, giving her little girl's face a soft stroke.

"I uh, oh, um," Eli stammered and busied himself with putting away his groceries. "Now, what's...Oh! This must be that wine. Soon as I finish, you hungry? I can make us some pizza rolls. Sorry, I'm really not much of a cook."

"Kind of figured that," Terri giggled. "All that frozen stuff."

Now satisfied, Courtney again went to sleep. Terri strapped the girl into her stroller and went into the kitchen. Her three bottles of wine sat on the counter next to the coffee pot.

"I have some ice?" Terri asked, unscrewing the top from a bottle.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, right here," Eli said, reaching up and getting a glass from a cabinet.

His refrigerator gave a loud 'clunk' and spit a few chunks of ice into the glass. Eli reached out with the glass and his hand came in contact with Terri's bare belly.

"Oops!" Terri said.

"Um, uh, here you go," he stammered.

"Thanks," Terri giggled at his heavy blush.

She poured herself a hefty amount into the heavy glass. She liked the weight of the glass, the shape. These weren't the cheap glasses her dad had bought from the local Discount Store.

The microwave gave an anemic chime and Eli pulled a plate out. Terri followed him as he carried the plate to the living room, whistling with pain as his hand came in contact with the scalding hot plate.

"Eat up," Eli said, placing the plate onto a straw mat. "Like I said, I'm not much of a cook."

"I'm not either," Terri admitted, grabbing one of the smoking dough balls.

"So uh, Courtney, she uh, she get to see her dad much?" Eli asked, chasing a steaming hot bite of pizza roll with a gulp of ice cold beer.

"Hmm? Oh, oh no, he uh, shit, went to his apartment let him know I was knocked up and this guy answered, said Cole or Colt, whatever, told me he'd moved out," Terri admitted.

"Cole or Colt?" Eli asked. "You uh, you don't know?"

"Well, it, he was just this guy my friend Anna Lynne knew, wanted get him buy us some wine," Terri admitted.

Terri took a hefty gulp of the wine and grabbed another pizza roll. The soft material of Eli's couch rubbed her nearly bare buttocks. Her bandana was wet, soaked where her left nipple had leaked while Courtney suckled from her right breast. She could smell her own sweat.

Terri realized, her pussy was also getting very wet. This was the usual reaction whenever she thought of that day when she and Anna Lynne and Skeeto had stood in the parking lot of the Burns & Burns grocery store, the same one she'd been in front of earlier and had first met colt...

"Colt. His name was Colt. And come think of it, shit, what the fuck ever happened to Skeeto?" Terri blurted out.

"What? Who?" Eli asked. "Oh, hey, want try that Nulough's now?"

The green apple stuff? Yeah, here, here's my glass," Terri said, draining her wine in a big gulp.

Eli put a few more chunks of ice into the glass, located the vodka and poured a hefty mount into the tall glass. Terri watched as he returned, glass in hand.

"Speedo?" Eli asked, again settling on his couch.

"Skeeto. Used call her Mosquito Bites; that's all she had up there," Terri said, even thrusting her bandanna clad breasts toward Eli. "Got shortened to just plain old Skeeto."

"Hmm," Eli nodded, feeling around for another pizza roll.

Terri shoved the last two pizza rolls toward Eli's searching hand. She twisted on the couch, pulling her feet up underneath herself. She took a hefty gulp of the vodka and almost coughed. The liquid burned its way down Terri's throat.

And when it hit her belly, Terri shuddered with pleasure. Usually, it took two or three glasses of Cormican's Apple wine to produce this shiver. The Nulough's had done the trick in just one gulp.

She took another gulp, remembering that day, the day the three friends had stood in the parking lot of the Burns & Burns grocery store.

Skeeto had run off the moment Colt had arrived. Terri couldn't blame Skeeto; Colt looked dangerous. He had a bald head, a nose that had been broken, muscled arms and chest, and a large cobra tattoo on his muscular back.

Terri would have gladly fucked the handsome, dangerous looking Colt for a bottle of wine. Anna Lynne had confessed to Terri and Skeeto that she had already fucked Colt; that he had taken her virginity and she had loved every minute of it.

But Colt wanted something else. He wanted to fuck Terri, fuck Anna Lynne up their asses. Looking at the sizable lump in Colt's snug jeans, Terri's anus had clamped tight. Her guts actually tightened at the thought of this man shoving that large, blunt cock up her tight little ass. Surely that would hurt.

But she desperately wanted the wine. Anna Lynne had promised that she'd get her new boyfriend to buy them some wine and the craving, the desire had been building in Terri all morning, and into the early afternoon.

Terri hesitated a moment. Anna Lynne whined, promising her boyfriend she'd fuck him, with her pussy. But when Colt turned to leave, Terri made her decision; she would do it. She would give up her ass for some wine.

The apartment had been filthy. It had smelled bad. There was almost no light; Colt had a weak bulb in his floor lamp that cast an eerie light in the dank room.

Colt had not been gentle with Terri as he stuffed a sliver of soap into her unprepared rectum. She had grunted when his finger had twisted and thrust into her tightly clenched anus.

The soap did its trick and soon Terri had to void her bowels. That had been quite painful; her guts had cramped horribly as she sat on his disgusting, filthy toilet.

The spittle striking her anus had made Terri feel sick to her stomach. The fingers thrusting in and out had been painful as he stretched her anus.

The first thrust of his cock had sent pain radiating throughout her body. Terri cried out, begged him to stop. But Colt just pushed himself deeper into her struggling rectum.

Then the pain washed away. Warmth, a different warmth than was created by the wine began to radiate throughout her body. Terri drove herself back, taking Colt's thick cock into her bowels. Her orgasm was intense.

She came to, two hours late. Her father had told her specifically to be home by seven, and it was nine o'clock before she came home.

And when she took off the sarong style wrap she'd worn to the beach, Terri's father saw that Terri's bikini bottom was on inside out. The look of disgust on his face was repeated a few months later, when Terri confessed to being pregnant.

"I uh, so uh, this Colt, damn! I got suckered," Eli stammered, his jeans tented significantly as Terri finished her tale.

"What you mean?" Terri asked, eyebrows raised at the sight of his tented jeans.

"I bought you not one but three bottles AND half a box of pizza rolls? And all I got was someone helping me do my groceries?" Eli half-joked.

"Well, what you want?" Terri asked, leaning over, resting her hand on Eli's scrawny chest.

"I uh, I mean..." Eli stammered, clearly caught off guard.

"Want fuck my little bitty shitter?" Terri asked, pressing her lips to Eli's stunned lips. "Huh? Want stick that big old thing up my tiny little hole?"

"I uh, yeah," Eli admitted.

"Oh, hey, I get some more of that green apple stuff?" Terri said, getting to her feet. "I use your bathroom?"

Eli swallowed nervously and pointed to a small doorway. Terri giggled as she dropped shorts and bandanna to the couch, then sauntered, nude to the small half bath.

Inside the bathroom, Terri pumped a line of liquid soap onto her index and middle fingers. Leaning forward, looking at her pretty face in the mirror, Terri ran the fingers into her rectum. She shuddered slightly; this was always the painful part of it. The soapy fingers irritating her sensitive tissue.

Then would come the cramping inside, her guts roiling, them emptying. She shivered as she waited. Her bladder relaxed, and she took the time to do her pelvic exercises. Squirt, stop the urine flow, squirt, stop the urine flow, squirt.

"Ugh, God damn," Terri grunted as her stomach knotted up.

She hoped Eli knew how to do anal sex. Since kneeling on that filthy musty smelling carpet in Colt's living room, Terri had developed a love of, a need of anal sex. But nothing could kill the mood as much as someone who didn't know that a girl's ass wasn't like her pussy. A girl's ass needed to be lubricated.

"Shit, bet I forgot my cream," Terri said, washing her hands.

She usually carried a small jar of Vitamin E cream; it helped minimize her stretch marks from her pregnancy. But Terri just remembered, she'd used quite a bit of it that morning and had put the jar on her small nightstand.

"I uh..." Eli stammered when Terri exited the bathroom.

Terri knew the man couldn't see her so didn't bother with a seductive walk. Instead, she walked right up to the man, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her nude body. She opened her mouth and licked his lips, then thrust her tongue into his mouth.