Rose’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “I . . . I . . . I” she stuttered.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said smiling. “And no, I’m not being patronizing. If you’re half as good as you seem to be, I might even get a discount there next time I’m looking for a vehicle. Nah, Jerry’s too much of a tightwad to . . .” He was cutoff as Rose gave him a great big (but somewhat awkward) hug. She quickly sat back in her seat and stared out the window. “You’re welcome,” he said with a smile.
They got to her place, and they both got out. He asked to see the car before she left. She showed it off with the pride someone might display their newborn child. She showed him the house and the apartment. He told her he would check into that job opportunity and would call her in the next day or two, and then he left.
Rose wasn’t sure how she felt. It had been one of the most tumultuous evenings of her life since her mother left her. She went down to her bedroom, flopped down face first on the bed, and fell to sleep almost instantly.
She hadn’t been asleep long when she was awoken by the sound of the upstairs door slamming. It had to be Charlotte, as she was the only other person who had a key. Rose just lay on her stomach, enjoying the feeling of satin sheets against her skin. At some point, she had apparently gotten undressed, so she was feeling very comfortable. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Rose wondered what her friend was up to.
“Rose,” came the girl’s voice from behind her, “I am SO sorry about tonight.”
“It’s not your fault, lover. Your dad said you had some words for your mother after I left.”
“You could say that,” said Charlotte tiredly. “She really isn’t normally like that. I think you’ll be getting a BIG apology from her in the next few days.”
“I dunno. She seemed awfully . . .”
“No, I don’t think you get it. She WILL apologize in the next few days.” Charlotte’s voice sounded as forgiving as cold steel. “I think it’s safe to say tonight didn’t go as planned. So I thought we might do something special to make up for it.”
Rose felt the girl’s legs on either side of her as Charlotte climbed onto the bed and straddled her back. She felt hands on her knotted shoulders, and lips on the back of her neck. She made noises of contentment as Charlotte started working the knots out of her shoulders with her skilled hands
“It’s okay, sweetie. Tonight wasn’t your fault. It had to happen eventually.”
“Maybe, but I still want to make it up to you. And if you want to turn over, I’ll show you how!”
Rose opened one eye, again wondering what Charlotte was up to. She felt the girl lift her body up enough for Rose to turn over, which she dutifully did. “My oh my!” she said appreciatively. So that’s what you were up to upstairs!”
What had piqued Rose’s interest was Charlotte’s outfit. Her girlfriend had changed into a baby-doll nightgown that barely even reached her crotch. When she moved, Rose could clearly see the pink, satin v-string panties she was wearing underneath. Her breasts seem to be swinging freely under the translucent, gauzy material, apparently unhampered by a bra. And her hair, pulled up in her traditional pigtails helped the image quite a bit, as did the lollypop swirling around her mouth.
“You like?”
“Oh, I like very much. You are a naughty little girl!”
“Am I naughty?” Charlotte asked with an almost childish pout playing across her face. “Then I should probably be disciplined!” She turned sideways and lay across Rose’s naked legs with her panties pressed securely again the girl’s knees. “Will you discipline me?” The blonde girl had a feigned look of such child-like innocence that Rose felt her energy levels returning with a vengeance. And when Charlotte reached behind her and slowly pulled the flimsy material of her outfit above her ass and leaving only the partially covered cheeks exposed, Rose willingly accepted that she wasn’t getting anymore sleep anytime soon.
She raised her hand and gave Charlotte’s ass a solid smack. Charlotte gasped and ground her crotch into Rose’s knee. There was an imprint of Rose’s hand on one of the girl’s ass cheeks and with another quick smack, there was a matching imprint on the other side. And more grinding against Rose’s knee.
“Oh please,” Charlotte moaned. “I’ve been SO bad!” Several thwacks later, her beautiful butt was a lovely shade of red. Rose didn’t want to do any serious damage to that ass, as she had plans for it somewhere down the road. Fondling would be involved.
“Maybe instead of punishing you, I should get you to work it off.”
“Whatever do you mean?” asked Charlotte, who had gone wide-eyed again. She was so adorable when she did that.
“Turn this way,” she responded. As Charlotte shifted, Rose split her legs apart and pulled Charlotte headfirst towards her bare pussy. “Now if you don’t eat your dinner, you don’t get dessert.”
“If this is my dinner, who gives a damn about dessert.” Charlotte started by kissing every square inch around the outside of Rose’s swollen lips. She sucked on the skin and then touched it lightly with her tongue before moving on to another spot. After doing a complete circle, she started lapping at the slit from bottom to top, over and over again. Rose grabbed on to both of her pigtails and hung on for dear life.
Charlotte was able to worm her hands forward to get them into the action. First she used her thumbs to spread Rose’s pussy lips open a little wider so her tongue could probe a little deeper. Then she inserted three of her fingers deep inside her friend’s cunt and started to pump them in and out. She raised her head briefly to look at Rose. The girl’s eyes were close and her mouth was open in an “O” shape. She was panting heavily, her small firm breasts were heaving and her skin was coated in sweat. Her trademark red mohawk had shifted over to one side. The muscles of her torso were flexing powerfully underneath her skin. She was beautiful. Charlotte stopped finger fucking Rose and crawled up her body until her breasts were in line with Rose’s crotch, and she slid the nightie up far enough that her breasts were expose. She took one of her nipples, which was hard as a rock, and started rubbing all over Rose’s pussy. She snaked one hand back and inserted into her friend’s box.
Rose had opened her eyes and enjoyed what she saw almost as much as what she felt. Charlotte was rubbing those magnificent tits into her crotch while fucking her with those talented fingers. Her ass, still slightly reddened, was stick up, and her panties had been pulled in as to somewhat resemble a g-string. Then she looked up and the two girls locked eyes. Rose breathing was becoming more rapid. Charlotte saw the girl’s body start to tremble and tense, but the two of them never broke eye contact. Charlotte wanted to be looking at her lover’s eyes when she came. She was using her fingers frantically as Rose came. Charlotte was turned on more than usual, mostly because of the expression on Rose’s face. It was pleasure, pure and unadulterated and simple. Charlotte’s fingers were covered in the redhead’s juices, but she didn’t let up with her fingering until the orgasm was completely over.
“So, is all forgiven?” Charlotte asked lovingly.
“I could never stay mad at you. Particularly since I was never ACTUALLY mad AT you. And that outfit . . .”