If Eve ain't in your garden...Part 1 (SFW)
Content Warning (for both parts)
Religious discussion, racial fetishization, adultery, description of nude vagina-having bodies, vaginal fisting, references to Roxy and Rose's childhood trauma
[This story uses he/him pronouns for Rose Eight and it/its pronouns for Roxy Nine]
Dappled sun broke through the treetops as the young housewives Mrs. Eight and Mrs. Nine lay on a blanket in the grass. Rose was in a white t-shirt branded with his husband’s business, promising “ship-shape” haircuts, and long blue jeans that went down to his ankles. Roxy wore a light blue blouse and cut-off denim shorts that showed its disproportionately long legs, unshaved over this summer trip. The uneven sun made their skin tones equally uneven. Roxy’s naturally pale skinned had been tanned during this summer. Rose had been avoiding the sun, but he decided to lay in it now to be with Roxy. Every moment spent together was precious.
It was the last day of July, the last Friday. On Sunday they had their first injection of “vitamins”, a scary experience for Rose since he remembered his mother’s injections of heroin. However, he was feeling wonderful now. Stronger, more powerful even. Perhaps he had been lacking in vitamins, with his aunt-in-law always drinking his blood. Perhaps it was the presence of Roxy.
Roxy felt like its time with Rose had felt spiritual. The experience felt more spiritual than its Sundays at the Saint Sophia, where everyone spoke and sang in a language that was literally all Greek to Roxy. It was afraid when it had gone to this Appalachia camp in Garrett County that the experience would bring up memories of the trauma that ended its girlhood, but instead it felt like it was in a prelapsarian paradise.