Charlotte withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue again. She would alternately suck Rose’s pussy lips into her mouth, then lick the slit from bottom to top. She had a single finger acting like a piston in Rose’s puckered sphincter. It was all too much. Normally, it took a lot longer to get Rose off, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She locked her arms with the weight above her head. If she brought it down again, she didn’t think she be able to lift it again. Meanwhile, she felt her pussy walls clamping down on Charlotte’s tongue, and her asshole gripped the girl’s finger. Her body arched off the bench as every other muscle in body clenched itself. She quickly moved the weight back to the rest position before she dropped it across her neck.
“Ah . . . ah . . . aaaahhh.” And it was over. Her body sunk to the bench. Her skin was coated with sweat, and her crotch was coated with her own cum. Charlotte moved down, still on her knees, and rested her head on Rose’s chest.
“You’re heart is beating so loud. Did little old me do that?”
“You don’t fool me for a minute. You know perfectly well what you did.”
“Yeah,” she said coyly, “but I wanted to hear I from you.” She kissed Rose. Their tongues touched, then started exploring each other’s mouths. Charlotte broke the kiss somewhat reluctantly. “Now come back to bed.”
For one of the few times in her life, Rose was too tired to even argue. The two girls went back downstairs and fell back to sleep.
Rose had to start work early the next day, so she and Charlotte kissed goodbye. Neither was sure what to say, so Charlotte asked if it would be okay if she dropped by the next day. Rose hugged her, gave her ass a quick squeeze, kissed her, and said that would be just fine.
That whole day was kind of a blur, and she spent a lot of time sitting in her truck. Most of the college kids were away on vacation, so business would slow down a little, but nothing to worry about. One of the mechanics at one of the garages actually asked her if she was o. k., because she actually looked happy. She had taken a playful punch at his arm that landed harder than she expected, but those guys were tough. He laughed and she laughed back. Most of the guys she worked with hadn’t seen her laugh much before.
The next day, she actually found herself worrying. What if Charlotte had changed her mind? She tried to shake off the unease by reminding herself it wouldn’t be the first time she was alone. But she couldn’t dismiss one fact; it would be the first time she could remember not wanting to be alone. So her heart skipped a beat and she sighed with relief when she saw that little blue Beetle sitting in the drive after her last run.
Charlotte was sitting on the storm doors when Rose drove up. Her hair was back up in pigtails, and she was beaming a brilliant smile. She had on some of the tightest, flimsiest jogging shorts (pink, of course) that Rose had ever seen, and tight, blue-pastel t-shirt that was tied off above the midriff. She was so fucking cute! She stood up and literally bounced down to meet Rose at the truck. Rose was wearing grease-covered overalls and a work shirt. She suddenly felt a little disappointed in her appearance. Charlotte seemed not to care as she gave Rose a big hug and kissed her square on the lips.
“Missed you!”
Rose smiled. Charlotte wasn’t just a girl: she was a cheerful phenomenon. “Hey, hands off! At least let me get cleaned up and change clothes.”
Charlotte began to pout somewhat extravagantly. “Oh, all right. But put on ‘yer finest outfit ma’am. We be going to be goin’ to McDonalds!” she finished in an outrageous Texas drawl.
“McDonalds?”
“Yeah. Your fridge is empty. I checked.”
The two girls laughed. Charlotte looked on appreciatively as Rose got undressed. Rose made sure to take her time. When she got done showering, she found Charlotte had rooted through her closet and laid out some clothes for her. Black leather pants and a red leather vest.
“Do you even own underwear? I looked everywhere and couldn’t find any.”
“I think so. I couldn’t tell you where it was if my life depended on it. Could be in a box somewhere.”
“We’ll have to do something about that. No, I’m not going to force you into a complete makeover. But you have some fine assets, with an emphasis on ‘ass.’ You should show them off sometimes.”
Rose was sliding into her pants. “Show them off to who?”
“Me,” returned Charlotte, who helped Rose lace up her vest. “There we go. Shall we?”
The two girls went off to dinner. Rose was a little taken aback by it all. Charlotte would occasionally grab and hold her hand. She would whisper conspiratorially in Rose’s ear or kiss her on the cheek or lips for no apparent reason. On the drive home, Rose brought this up.
“Hey, uhm, I’m not sure how to ask this but what was up tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it almost seems like you were trying really hard to make everyone knew we were together.” She moved to head off any misinterpretation. “Not that I mind people knowing we were . . . well, together, but you just seemed to making it super-blatant.”
Charlotte sighed. “Remember how I said I wish I had done more when you got kicked off the team in high school?”
“Yeah, but I’m cool with that. You weren’t ready.”
“Maybe. But I kind of want to convince myself I’m not going to hide this time. I’ve been with a couple of girls before, but I’ve never really ‘outed.’ I guess this is just my way of doing it.”
“Cool.” Rose reached out and took one of Charlotte’s hands in her own. She brought it to her lips and kissed the back of her hand. Charlotte was practically glowing.
When they got back to Rose’s place, she got an idea. “Wait here for a second.” Charlotte looked quizzical while Rose went inside. She grabbed a bag of toys and a spare blanket. “Follow me.”
Even though it was beginning to get dark, Rose was able to navigate to her favorite little spot on the hill. And since the moon was going to be full that night, they wouldn’t have any problem finding their way back.
“Holy shit! You can see the soccer fields from . . . Hey! Do you come up here often?”
You have no idea, Rose thought to herself. “Yeah. I enjoy it here. Actually, that has something to do with what I wanted to tell you. I actually come here to watch you.”
Charlotte looked flabbergasted. “Really?!? Why didn’t you ever come down and say hi?”
“I didn’t think you would even remember me.”
“Remember you? Hell, I wanted you to be my first . . . you know. But you took off right after the incident, so I never got the chance to ask. You know, about a month ago I could have sworn that I saw something red moving around up here. The first thing I thought of was you. That’s why . . .” Charlotte trailed off. Even in the dimming light, Rose could tell she was blushing.
“‘That’s why’ what?”
“That’s why I took the time to look you up. And find out where you lived and where you worked. And . . .” Charlotte was blushing furiously. “And why I loosened my battery cables in a place where you were most likely going to be the person who got called.”
Rose was speechless. She thought she had brought Charlotte out here to spring a surprise on her, and once again the tables were turned.
“You set me up? I . . . You . . .” Rose knew she wasn’t making any sense.
“Don’t be mad! I just didn’t know how else to approach you and . . .” Charlotte was cut off when Rose fell down, laughing her proverbial ass off. Charlotte just stared at the other girl incredulously. Then she started to giggle, then chortle, and then she was laughing just as hard as Rose. Soon they were both on the ground rolling around in the grass.
“Oh, man!” said Rose at last. “What a pair we make!”
“We don’t do very many things conventionally, do we?”
“No. No we don’t.” She looked over at Charlotte. “You know, I didn’t come out here all the time to just watch you. I, well, entertained myself as well.”
Charlotte rolled over on her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms and looked at Rose. “Really? So what are you going to do now that I’m here in the flesh instead of just in your mind?”
“I’ll think of something.” She unrolled the blanket and set her bag next to it. Charlotte lay down on the blanket much as she had been on the grass. “Close your eyes,” said Rose.
Charlotte did just that. Meanwhile, Rose got undressed. The moon was out now, and the sun had just disappeared below the horizon. She reached into her bag of goodies and pulled out two thin gloves, each of which had a small battery pack that tied to her wrists. She straddled Charlotte’s back, and with some help pulled the girl’s t-shirt over her head. Then Rose turned the gloves on. There were small pads in the fingertips that started to vibrate, and the pads in the palms produced a small amount of heat. The batteries only last for about an hour with these things, but that was usually plenty of time.