Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27
Stella POV

"No," Mateo deadpanned as she broke egg after egg into the big glassbasin. She looked up from the dish. "No," she said.

I grumbled, "I heard you the first damn time, mom!" Mystatements were met with sarcasm. "Why can't I go?" The objective wasto get her to crash through the window. I was simply too irritated to fuckingconvince her. I just know it would not work.

I feel the pressure building. The same way I felt last night. I despise nothaving freedom or experiencing the absence of it. I feel as if she has put mein a tight box.

"I didn't bring you here to talk up with other people," She crackedanother egg, which plopped into the dish. "Nathalie, could you giveme a fork?"

"Mhm," the fearful girl said, going to the drawer and pulling out afork. She gave it to her.

"Thanks,"

"It's simply a communal thing. All I'll do is play a short tennis matchwith Nat and that's all." Even though I told myself it wasn't a hugeissue, I could feel myself about to lose it if I didn't get to go.

"No,"

She cracked one more egg before using the fork to break each yoke and thenbegan whisking softly. "No, No, No," she muttered, taking the bowlbeneath her arms and whisking with a little movement of her hips. It wentsmoothly, and I found myself staring.

I just realized she wasn't wearing her casual work suit and was insteadshirtless with her bra on and low-hanging sweatpants that exposed practicallyall of her boxers. Ugh! So freaking sexy!

I shifted my gaze away. She's a true dick, a large one that stretched myfucking patience. I glanced across to Nats, who was watching Mateo with interest,and something snapped in me. Jealous perhaps.

I firmly cleared my throat, drawing her focus away from Mateo.

"Say something!" I snapped impatiently and flipped my hair away frommy face.

"Mateo," she quietly called. Mateo paused her round circle dancingand whisking and focused her sight squarely on Nat. Nathalie's words appearedto have frozen solid in her throat, and she slammed her mouth shut.

Great! Absolutely fantastic! She has no balls.

"Are you going to say something, Natalie?" Mateo's voice deepened,causing the girl's chest to rise in terror. She looked like she was about topass out.

"You...I do not..." Nothing makes sense as it leaves her mouth.

"I simply want a vacation from the home," I told Mateo, but when sheturned around, I saw Nat let out a sigh of relief.

"Why?"

"I simply want to engage. I'd want to get to know the community. We willbe staying here for a long time?" I provide a good explanation, thinkingthat it is enough to convert her no into a yes.

"Where is the center?" she inquired.

"Nat," I gestured for her to explain.

"It's only three streets over. We can walk."

"We don't walk," Mateo stated.

"Or we could drive." She soon replied.

"Alright, let's all go." She remarked, returning to the basin andcontinuing to stir. However, I wasn't completely satisfied.

She noticed this because she didn't hear my excitement ringing out across thekitchen.

"What?"

"Do you have to come?

"Yes, to keep an eye on you."

"I am not a kid. I know how to stroll down the street and how toact."

"Not that; something different. I understand how you city girls are.Flirt with whatever you see!"

"I wasn't going to flirt." I lied.

"Either we all go, or you don't, Stella."

I growled, feeling my heated breath rise up a notch in my nostrils."Ok!" I snapped.
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One hand holds closely to the fuzzy material of my towel, as the other searchesfor a skirt and top. As I searched, I discovered I didn't have many whitegarments.

The only white shirt I owned was dirty and in the wash.

I have to do laundry? Great! I'll probably have to handle it tomorrow, withNat's aid, of course. My fingers ultimately chose a black polo t-shirt and afaded pink tennis skirt. It will have to do.

I walked to the bed and put on the suit. Nathalie was waiting below. Mateo wasbathing in the visitor's bathroom.

When, I went to the drawer to take my panties out, that when Mateo flauntsherself in. She was partially nude. Her face was obscured by the towel thatswished about on her head. When she drew away, she left behind a mess of blackcoal.

Her silver bullet eyes focused on my clothing choices. "Isn't this meantto be white?"

"Yes, but I don't own any white skirts or shirts. I do, but it is in thewash." I replied. I gazed back at her, having long forgotten to put onsome underwear. But her figure was a complete distraction. Her stomach and legswere defined and little pale, considering that she appeared to wear suits themost of the time. Her huge cock was difficult to tamper with because it alwaysgave the impression of revealing itself.

I had to draw my gaze away and concentrate on the work at hand. Get dressed.

"Well, as long as they don't mind it. The skirt seems short."

I gritted, could she have not expressed her thoughts about my skirt.

"It's the correct size. It is good to play tennis."

Her back was to me as she opened the shared closet. She slowly turned around,her gaze fixed on the skirt before focusing on me. "You leap while playingtennis, right?"

"So?"

"Your skirt will flare up."

"It is not a huge deal."

"I don't want anybody to see your panties, Stella, legs, body, or you forthat matter. That's why I married you: to ensure that everything is mine."

"It's arranged marriage. Grow Up!"

"Stella, put some long leggings on."

"No! It's hot outdoors."

"Put on mini shorts and don't leap too much."

"You control freak!"

"It's either that or we won't go." She explained, slipping a shirtover her Broadway shoulders.

"Ok! Now shut the fuck up." I give a lengthy grunt.