I Guess Im Just A Freak For Podcasts

 ~A Red Delicious to Share~

A chipper collection of chirps and clicks come from the birds outside the crack in Kelesy’s window and the school marm stirred under her old quilts. Her eyes squinted against the warm light of a Sunday morning filtering through her window. She felt the familiar weight of a book resting on her chest and her hand drifted to a familiar aged paper back. The teacher picked up the book and glanced at the cover: “Her Stolen Kiss”. Kelsey let out a blissful sigh and flipped to a dog-eared and tattered page. Her eyes trailed over the first paragraphs and landed on the third. The words collided, weaving a romantic tapestry depicting the two female lovers embracing and sharing a perfect, quiet, and passionate moment together. The scene ended with a fervent kiss between the two and Kelesy felt a blush rise to her cheeks for the hundredth time retreating back under the covers feeling giddy.

“One day-” Kelsey whispered, leaning back and letting a dreamy sigh fall from her lips.

There was a sudden and sharp knock on the door of the back house and the school marm shot up like a rocket and immediately fell unceremoniously onto the floor with the sheets flopping onto the ground with her. Kelesy flung the old blankets off and jumped up and into her slippers. She hesitated just before the door, hand inches away from the handle. She hurriedly shouted a quick“Be there in a minute!” snatched the book off her mattress and tossed it under her bed. She glanced at the still open page of “Her Stolen Kiss” and then turned begrudgingly to the door and opened it.

“Roz, if this is about the casserole for tonight, I’ll start it in a minute-”

“Kelsey!” A red haired and wiry woman shouted at the sight of the teacher.

Kelsey stopped abruptly and stared at the disheveled housewife in front of her. Trudy Trout stood in a rumpled shirtwaist dress with her bright red hair slowly falling out of her ponytail in fiery strands. Trudy was huffing and leaning forward into the doorway, pushing her hands against the door frame to keep herself up right. The marm stared on and ogled in shock, she felt her heart sputter to life like an old jalopy roaring to a start. She attempted to force her mouth into forming a sentence, any sort of sentence- but the only thing that would come out of her mouth was a strangled, “W-what are you? H-here-? IT'S SUNDAY?” Kelsey grimaced at her own yelp.

The housewife nodded in a frazzled way and gulped down another heavy breath, Kelsey felt her own breath catch violently in her throat as she noticed how close their faces were to each other. Trudy seemed to breathe easier now and brushed her hair out of her face while plastering a rictus grin on her face and supplied an answer a little too loudly, and a little too quickly, “I- I know. But can I come in? I really need to talk to you about something. I- I have an important question.”

Kelsey felt herself nodding frantically before she could stop herself long enough to ask Trudy what she needed to speak about. The red head’s grin grew genuine and she walked past the school marm and into the sunlit backhouse. Her white heels clicked against the cold oak floor in a calming, rhythmic, pattern. Kelsey found herself astonished at how easily Trudy seemed to fit in this space, like she was meant to spend Sunday mornings in the house with the marm. Trudy started to speak but as she gazed around the room, her mouth fell shut. Her eyes peered at the space before her and tracked to the center of the room where two plush chairs and a short coffee table gathered together. After that came the kitchen, a small cook top, a sink, a tiny oven, and a few pitiful cabinets lined the wall. Her eyes trailed to the back wall right in front of her and saw two doors: one, a closet, and the other was what she could only assume was the bathroom. Finally her eyes locked onto the bed. It was bathed in sunlight and covered in quilts of every size and color along with pillows piled haphazardly on the mattress, and… books. So many books, they were spread all across the bed, it was like Kelsey was trying to nest in them.

Trudy giggled warmly at the scene and suddenly Kelsey found herself very self conscious. She was still dressed in her pajamas with hair curlers wrapped in a bandana. She was just about to say something about getting dressed before the women could sit down but the sound of a sudden gasp made the schoolmarm lock up completely. Kelsey was hit with the memory of a certain, semi errotic and horrendously queer paper back book on the floor. The marm’s head snapped in the direction of “Her Stolen Kiss” and watched with dread as the housewife crouched down to pick up the book. Before Kelsey could process at all what she was about to do, she found herself flinging her body towards the paperback - sliding across the floor and snatching up the novel from Trudy’s hands before she could get a good look at it.

There were two identical thunks and a sudden realization that Kelsey’s slippers were missing. Now Kelsey found herself in an even worse position than before. She was splayed out on the cold floor of her sister's back house, smut clutched in her hands, and in a flustered heap at the foot of her very charming and attractive bowling teammate. To make matters worse, her bandana had loosened off her head and three curlers fell out of her hair and formed a humiliating bright pink halo. And as the cherry on top- Kelsey realized that when she flew across the floor her slippers launched themselves over head and hit the side of the housewife’s face. ‘So that’s what that thunk was’

The academic felt her face explode in a fiery blush. Kelsey wanted nothing more than to implode and turn to dust right here on the wood floor. There was silence in the room. After what felt like a million years Kelsey finally found herself brave enough to raise her head a little and meet Trudy’s gaze. The red head stared at Kelsey in a mangled lump on the floor and reached a hand up to massage the place where she had been slapped with a slipper. At first she felt the intense heat of anger welling up inside her but it was replaced with an odd sort of adoration as her green eyes met Kelsey’s hazel. Something about those big brown down cast eyes made her heart flutter in her chest- like a spark starting to catch into real fire. All at once Trudy found herself falling backwards onto the floor with Kelsey, laughing. Real, loud, snorting, laughter. Kelsey was stunned. Here she was, an errotic novel clutched in her fists, hair curls rolling off to god knows where, having just pelted a helpless housewife in the face with slippers and now she was hearing a laugh equal to that of an angel's.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. All she could think about was how much she needed to hear that laugh again. She would fight any number of communists, or cultists, or cryptids, just to keep her laughing. Kelsey at that moment found herself drawing up into a crawl, leaving the novel behind, and scuttling her way over to the red head rolling on the floor giggling. At first it had taken all her energy to even glance in Trudy’s direction, and now it’s taking everything in her not to pounce on the woman and kiss her until she was reduced to a wheeze.

That thought hit the schoolmarm like a freight train. ‘I want to kiss her.’ Kelsey had always been a little aware of this fact, but now laying on the floor across from the hollering housewife, it was like her lungs would collapse if she couldn’t kiss her.

A series of bird chirps outside broke up Trudy’s laugh and the two women found themselves still and staring at each other. Kelsey’s face was barely six inches away from Trudy’s. Her hair was hanging like a silver curtain framing her face, her glasses were skewed and crooked on her nose, and her eyes were darting from Trudy’s eyes to her lips every other breath. Trudy was in a similar state- her skirt was rumpled and gathered just below her knees. Her hair was painted as a red gold tapestry on the floor, her smile was softer now and she found herself drawn to the marm. Kelsey reached out to brush a strand of golden orange hair off Trudy’s cheek, her fingers were soft against Trudy’s face. They were warm, and kind, and all of the sudden Trudy could smell sugary cinnamon and crisp apples. Trudy was fully convinced that this kind and ethereal woman swaying above her was just radiating the sweet smell of a baked apple pie. The housewife drew herself up and held up her weight on her elbows- She felt her heartbeat quicken and spark like a light circuit. Her breath was picking up, all she could smell and see was Kelsey, and some part of her recognized that this was all she wanted to see, now and forever moving forward. Trudy was leaning on one elbow now while her other hand was reaching for Kelsey’s face. Her heart was pounding in her ribcage. Her whole body felt like it was heating up like an overworked computer. Her fingers were just about to make contact with the nape of Kelsey’s neck when both the schoolmarm and the housewife heard a young voice call out.