The next day, Charlotte came by and told Rose that her father would look into finding Rose an attorney, but it might take a while. Things started to return to normal. Rose went to work, Charlotte went to school, and then they came home to each other. It was a few days before Rose was in the right frame of mind for intimacy, but Charlotte’s saturating cute-ness wore down her defenses without the girl even trying. A week after the deputy had dropped by, Charlotte was over and had insisted on making breakfast burritos for dinner. The burritos were delightful, but they weren’t as nice as Charlotte’s outfit. She was wearing skintight terrycloth shorts and a pink tube top. This was what Charlotte liked to wear when she was over at Rose’s, and Rose never objected. She looked good enough to eat. As Charlotte did the dishes, Rose went over to her bag of toys and quickly removed her clothing before snapping on her favorite harness and strap-on. It was a seven inch red-jelly dong, and was good for all occasions. She crept up behind Charlotte and place the dong between her legs and up against the crotch of her shorts. She wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist so she couldn’t turn around.
“Ooh, what do we have here?” asked Charlotte as she reached down and felt the head of the dildo between her legs.
“I just thought that since you’ve been so patient the last few days that I’d reward you with a good, hard fuck.” She was kissing the nape of Charlotte’s neck, something which she knew drove the young woman wild. It worked.
“Are you sure? I mean I could . . . Oh God . . . we could wait . . .”
“Do you want to wait?” Rose returned. “Do you want me to do something besides stick this bright red cock into your wet, pink pussy?”
“Nuh . . . No. Please.”
“Then ‘shh!'” Rose reached over to the sink and made it so that the water was running cool. She had one of those hose attachments, so she grabbed it and proceeded to soak the front of Charlotte’s shirt, and the cool water helped the blonde girl’s nipples stand out against the cotton tube top. Rose released the hose and grabbed Charlotte’s tits through the shirt. “That’s more like it.”
“Great,” moaned Charlotte. “Now you’ve gone and gotten me all wet.”
“And that’s just for starters.” Rose retracted one hand so she could push her lover’s shorts down past her ass, and was delighted to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Now grab the counter, ’cause I’m taking you to town!” As Charlotte gripped the edge of the sink as if her life depended on it, Rose slipped the head of the dong into Charlotte’s inviting slit. She pumped gently at first until her lover was good and wet. Then she grabbed the girl’s hips and started pounding away. She scrunched the back of Charlotte’s tube top in her fist and used it as a handle. She released the young woman’s hips completely and ran her hand around the girl’s body, rubbing her clit and mound while she rammed that tight little pussy with her plastic dick. Charlotte pushed her shirt up above her tits in the front so she could tweak her own nipples while she got drilled from behind. Rose decided that Charlotte must have really been aching for sex, because it didn’t take long before the blonde girl was cumming all over the plastic invader. She arched her shoulders backward and her arms were actually trembling as she gripped the edge of the sink. Rose wrapped her arms around the beautiful girl’s waist to keep her from falling forward. She actually felt the girls juices creep down the dildo and onto her own legs.
“I really don’t think you could have waited much longer,” whispered Rose into her lover’s ear.
“I was about ready to burst. Which I have now done. But it’s my turn now, so take that thing off and get on the bed.
Rose turned toward the bed and, after receiving a slap on the ass, moved towards it while removing the harness. She lay on her back, enjoying the feeling of the fan circulating air over her already sweaty skin. Charlotte sauntered over to the back of toys and carried it to the side of the bed. Rose’s legs were draped over the side, and Charlotte placed herself between them. She started by kissing and licking Rose’s now-swollen mound before moving her tongue down the great divide. Rose had been with women before Charlotte, but none of them could do what the blonde girl could do to her body.
Charlotte licked and sucked for a while, then placed two fingers into Rose’s flowerbed, spreading her open and wiggling around. “Now what to do with you?” she murmured. She leaned in a licked Rose’s clitoral hood. How do I fuck you while still getting to eat your goodies? I know!” She reached into the back and grabbed another dildo. This one was only six inches long, but it suited her design perfectly. She took one end in her mouth, leaned in and pressed the head between Rose’s pussy lips. She pushed inward and when the length of it was inside, she released her mouth’s hold on it and licked her way around it with her tongue. Then she grabbed the end with her teeth and pulled it outward.
“God,” moaned Rose. “You’re the most creative lover I’ve ever heard of.”
“Thmph mvoo.” She kept it up for a few minutes, then pulled the dildo out, grabbed it with her hand and positioned the head at Rose’s asshole. Rose was an anal fiend, and Charlotte planned on using that. The dong was nice a slick, so she pushed it slowly inward. She loved watching Rose’s rosebud spread to accommodate the toy. They had done this often enough that it provided little pain to the redhead, and that pain quickly turned to pleasure. Charlotte left started pumping the dong in and out of her lover’s ass while she returned to her oral pleasuring. She concentrated on Rose’s clit, but took several opportunities to tease the tender area around the asshole every time it the dildo was on an outward stroke. Then, with one hand working the toy, she brought her fingers from the other hand to bear on Rose’s pussy while continuing to tease her clit with her tongue. Rose was completely at the blonde girl’s mercy, but there wasn’t any place she would rather be. When her orgasm rocked her body, she wrapped her legs around Charlotte’s head and held on for dear life. Her lover tried licking up as much girl-cum as she could handle, but she still wound up with her face coated in the stuff.
Rose looked down, and all she could see were those big blue eyes and blond pigtails popping up between her legs. As Charlotte crawled down the length of the bed, she left a drip-trail of Rose’s own juices all along the way until Rose was able to taste them on the blonde girl’s lips. Then Charlotte looked her straight in the eyes.
“Say it. Please.”
Rose pulled the girl’s head close until her lips were touching Charlotte’s ear. “I love you.” Charlotte’s body seemed to flush even more and her skin lit up with goose bumps. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” The two of them headed to the shower for their typical post-sex activity, which was to have sex again while in the process of getting cleaned up. But when they were drying off, they heard voices upstairs. Rose looked alarmed. She threw on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt before grabbing her shotgun (loaded with rock-salt) and headed upstairs. On her way up, she told Charlotte to call the police. Charlotte had put her shorts back on, but was naked from the waste up.
Rose slowly opened the door at the top of the stairs. She saw a man in a three-piece suit standing next to the door, and there seemed to be someone on the other side of him. They were the only ones up there. She moved towards them and leveled her weapon at the man in the suit.
“Hold it. You are trespassing on private property and the police have been called. Get the hell . . .” She stopped in mid-rant. The person on the other side moved around. It was a very tackily dressed woman in her forties. Rose knew that woman.
“Sweetie!” she said with a voice that reeked of alcohol and venom. “Is that any way to greet your mother?”
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The stand off had been tense. Her mother had apparently found out about her “husband’s” death and had come up to claim whatever she had coming to her. The man who had come with her was her lawyer, a sleazy man named Robert Jones. Her mother felt she was entitled to everything her husband had left since they had never formerly gotten a divorce. Unfortunately, that meant she had a legitimate claim to the house and the tow-truck, along with other assorted odds and ends.
The police arrived and attempted to diffuse a tense situation. Luckily, Dan Smith was one of the officers who arrived at the scene. Eventually, Rose’s mother and her pet rat were told to leave. As far as they were concerned, Rose was the only one who had proof of residency, so if Mrs. McGuire wanted the house, she would have to go to court.
“I plan on doing that.” The bitch looked at Rose. “See you soon, DEAR.”
Soon, everyone had cleared out except for Deputy Smith and Charlotte. Charlotte had come up the stairs after making the phone call and finishing getting dressed. Rose’s mother, Beatrice, had obviously wanted to make some crude comment about her daughter having a woman in the house, but had decided against it. Rose still had her gun in hand at that time.
Dan spoke up first. “Listen, as soon as she proves she is who she claims to be and shows proof of marriage, she’ll go to court. At the very least, she’ll probably be able to get at least half of anything that technically belonged to your dad.”
Rose was sitting on her workout bench, staring at the front door with a blank expression. “All he had, to my knowledge, was this house and that truck. How do you take half of that?”
Dan looked apprehensive. “I’ve seen some family squabbles over inheritance. One thing that could happen is the court could order his assets be liquidated and the profits be divided somehow amongst surviving family. Particularly since he didn’t leave a will.”