Fantasy League
Week 13 — Marci @ Lenore
Her head was starting to hurt and that was just something that Lenore wasn’t accustomed to. Usually, she just floated through life and she let the chips fall where they may and somehow, things just seemed to work out and yet from time to time, times like they were now, she had the distinct impression that that wasn’t the way things had always been.
If she’d thought about it, she might have realized that about the same time as her head had gotten all fuzzy was about the same time as her boobies had gotten bigger and her hair had got blonder but really, she wasn’t likely to ever have those thoughts because having those thoughts would have meant that she would have had to think and Lenore didn’t like to think.
She shifted uncomfortably on the bench as she watched her son’s soccer game. But that was just it, she told herself. She had had thoughts before, hadn’t she?
Of course, sometimes it was just easier to let other people do the thinking for her. Like the other day when she’d been at soccer practice and Charlie Witherspoon had been there. He was looking at her kind of funny-like and he kept looking at her. “You’re Lenore, right?” he’d asked.
Well of course she was and she’d told him that.
“I thought you were but you’ve changed.”
“Me,” Lenore had said. “I don’t think I’ve changed.”
“You don’t, huh?”
Lenore shook her head. “Uh uh.”
“You seem, uh, if you don’t mind my saying it, you seem a little bit, um, a little distracted.”
“A little distracted?”
“Yeah, like you’re not, you know, like you’re not all there.”
Lenore just looked at the man blankly until suddenly, her face lit up. “Oh, I know what you mean. That’s my new thing. I’m not thinking anymore.”
“You’re not thinking anymore?”
“Nope,” Lenore said proudly. “I’ve decided that thinking just makes me worried so I’ve decided not to think anymore. It’s so much easier to let everyone else do the thinking for me.”
“So if I said that maybe the two of us should go off behind the concessions stand—”
“Why then of course, I’d do it, but why would we want to do that?” she asked. “The practice is still going on.”
The man seemed to consider that before he spoke again. “Let’s go behind the concessions stand.”
“Okay,” Lenore said and with that, she blithely followed Charlie Witherspoon behind the concessions stand. “Why are we here?” she asked when they were finally there.
“We’ll, you interest me,” Charlie said. “I’m interested in this new philosophy of yours. You know, I do a lot of thinking—”
“Thinking is bad,” Lenore said.
“I know. That’s what you said but its kind of hard to just stop thinking but you seem to have this not thinking down pat so I was thinking maybe you could help me.”
“I’d be glad to do whatever I could.”
“We’ll maybe if you could take my mind off of thinking.”
“How would I do that?”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe you could suck on this.”
Lenore looked down at where the man had his cock hanging out of his pants. “Mr. Witherspoon!”
“What?”
“I, um, I’m not sure I should.”
“Oh sure. I get it. You find something cool and you don’t want to share it. If you asked me, it sounds a lot like you were thinking to me.”
“No, no, I wasn’t.”
“Uh huh.”
“I wasn’t. I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking at all. Are you sure this would help?”
Charlie Witherspoon just chuckled. “Oh yeah,” he said. “I’m sure this is going to help me a lot.”
“Okay then. I’ll do it.”
“You will?”
“Sure. I like to help and with that,” Lenore got down on her knees and she wrapped a hand around the man’s cock. “Could we take your pants down, Charlie, ’cause it would make it a lot easier if we could.”
“Sure thing, Lenore. We can do whatever you want me to do,” and with that, Charlie lowered his pants.
That was all the invitation that Lenore needed. Her hand stroked Charlie’s cock a few more times but in no time at all, she hand her lips wrapped around his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” Charlie groaned. “Oh fuck.”
For her part, Lenore didn’t say anything at all. She just kept sucking away on Charlie’s cock.
“God damn, Lenore. You do that so well.”
Still, Lenore didn’t say anything.
“You know, um, you know, Lenore, I’ve been noticing your tits.”
Lenore still didn’t say anything. She just kept sucking.
“Lenore?”
Lenore finally looked up but her hand still kept stroking Charlie’s cock. “Yes?”
“I was saying I really liked your tits and I was wondering if maybe you could show them to me.”
“You want to see my boobies?”
“Yeah, Lenore. I want to see your boobies.”
“Okay,” and that was all it took to get Lenore to remove her top and then to remove her bra and as she knelt there in front of Charlie, her hands fondled her firm, full breasts. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Charlie gulped. “Um yeah. That’s what I wanted to see.”
“Do you still want me to suck your cock some more?”
“Um no. I, um, I’ve got a better idea.”
“What is it?”
“I’d like for you to let me slide my cock in there.”
“In where? Oh wait. Do you mean between my boobies?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll let me do it?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Why not indeed. “Okay, let’s do it.”
Charlie couldn’t help but groan as he felt his cock slide in between Lenore’s tits. Fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good. In fact, if he didn’t watch himself, he’d ...
He’d ...
Fuck, he was doing it. He was cumming all over Lenore’s wonderful tits.
Fuck. What the hell was his wife going to say. “What was I thinking,” he groaned. “What was I thinking.”
“See,” Lenore said proudly. “It worked.”
“Shut up,” Charlie said irritably and then he was hastily pulling up his pants before he turned and stalked away leaving Lenore to watch him go. Well, some people, she thought. You try and help them out and they get all huffy. She hoped she’d helped him out. She was sure she had but then maybe next time, maybe she could help him even better and Lenore nodded to herself. She’d do better next time because she really liked helping people.
She sure did like helping people. Up until recently, it had only been men that she helped but maybe that was just because men needed more help or maybe she just hadn’t realized that women needed help, too. It was probably because she wasn’t thinking that she hadn’t realized it but then Heather had helped her. Heather was so nice to her that way and Lenore had realized that she could help women out, too.
But now her head was starting to hurt again.
“Your head’s starting to hurt again, isn’t it?”
It took Lenore a moment to realize that the man sitting in the stands was talking to her. “Huh?” she said.
“I said your head’s starting to hurt again. You know why that is, don’t you. Your head is starting to hurt because you’re starting to think again.”
“I’m not ... hey, wait a minute. What are you saying to me? Are you saying I don’t think?”
“Not at all. I’m saying you don’t want to think because thinking makes you feel sad but you know, not thinking is hard work.”
“Huh?”
“Sure. Just think about it. On second thought, don’t think about it. Just listen. Thinking makes your head hurt so you try not to think but as much as you try not to think, thoughts keep coming into your mind and as much as you want to make those pesky thoughts go away, they keep coming back and really, it would be so much better if those pesky thoughts would just go away and stay away.”
“Yeah,” Lenore agreed. “Wait a minute. I mean no. I mean ... what?”
“Thinking makes your head hurt and it’s hard not to think all by yourself. What you really need is to find someone who can not think with you.”
“Yeah,” Lenore said dreamily. “Someone who can not think with me.”
“That way you won’t ever have to worry about what anyone else thinks because the two of you will have each other and neither one of you will ever have a thought in your fuzzy wuzzy heads.”
“Yeah,” Lenore said dreamily. No thinking. That was cool. But wait! “Hey, Mister—”
She looked around but the man was gone. Darn it. Where the heck had he gone? She’d wanted to ask him something but already her question was fading away. No wait a minute. She knew what her question was. Where was she going to find her no-thinking buddy? That was what she’d meant to ask him.
But grrr, he’d left before she’d had a chance to ask him that herself. Lenore supposed that meant she was going to have to find her no-thinking buddy herself but really, it would have been so much easier if someone would have done the thinking for her.
The next morning, Lenore woke up and almost before she realized it, she’d almost had a thought. That had been close, Lenore told herself even as she vanquished the stray thought. It was just so hard. It was so hard not thinking.
She really needed to find someone to not think with her but where was she going to find someone like that?
Marci couldn’t believe it but she’d done it again. This time, it was at her apartment complex. She’d just come home from work and she was picking up her mail when she felt as if she were being watched. That was hardly a new feeling for her. She’d never been unattractive but now that she had her new butt, it seemed as if her bottom was a guy magnet and for its part, her bottom seemed to love the attention it was getting, more so now than ever, more so now that she’d discovered guys would pay to stick their cocks in her pussy.
Marci had cringed at that last thought. She wasn’t supposed to be thinking that way and more than that, her bottom wasn’t supposed to be reveling in the fact that it was such a tease but she couldn’t deny it. Her bottom did seem to pick up a little extra wiggle when she felt guys were looking at it.
It wasn’t hard to identify the guy. He’d just come in from the pool area and he was just standing there looking at her and Marci couldn’t help but groan to herself as she told herself that he was only half dressed and it wouldn’t take that much more to get him out of the rest of his clothes.
No, she told herself. No. She wasn’t going to do that.
Maybe not, but if she wasn’t going to do that, why was she sauntering up to him. “Are you looking at me?” she’d demanded.
“Maybe.”
She’d put her arms around the guy’s waist as she drew herself in even closer. He was like ten or fifteen years older than her, she told herself. What if he had a wife and a kid? “What about now?” she’d asked. “Are you looking at me now?”
“Yeah sure. I guess.”
“I’ll bet you’d like to see more of me.”
Marci’d felt the man quiver just a little. “I ... I yeah.”
Marci’s voice had dropped even lower. “Maybe you’d like to see my ass,” she’d said.
He’d quivered again and that was when Marci was sure. He definitely did want that.
God, he wasn’t wearing anything more than a shirt and a pair of shorts and some flip flops. It wouldn’t take hardly anything to get him out of those. “Maybe we could go back to your place,” she’d suggested.
“I, uh, I, um, I—”
“If we do, maybe you can get an even better look at my bottom.”
That certainly got his attention. “You think so?”
Marci’d let a hand slide down the front of his shorts if only for a moment. Oh my God. He was hard. “Yeah,” she’d said. “I know so.”
He’d gulped at that. “Um, okay. Um, let’s go.”
His name was Robert and she’d let Robert take her back to his place and she’d groaned to herself when she’d seen the pictures. They were pictures of a woman and a little girl. Fuck. She felt like such a heel. He was married.
Robert saw Marci looking at the pictures. “Divorced,” he said bitterly. “Divorced and God damned support’s eating me alive.” He was looking at the girl now and his voice mellowed. “But she deserves it,” he said. “I fucked things up good.”
She should have left. Marci’d told herself. She should have turned around right then and there and she should have left ... but she didn’t.
“What’s her name?”
“Ellen.”
“She’s pretty.”
“Yes, she is.”
She should pull back, Marci told herself. He didn’t have any money but a whore like her wasn’t going to pull back but she could give Robert a discount. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to suck your cock?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s going to cost you, you know.”
“Huh?”
“It’s going to cost you to have me suck your cock. It’s what I do.”
“You’re a ... you’re a whore.”
“There’s no need to go around calling people names. Do you want me to suck your cock?”
“How much is it going to cost me?”
Marci smiled to herself. He might have been surprised at first but he was starting to get with the program. “I’ll give you a discount this one time only. Blow jobs are ten dollars.”
“Ten dollars?”
“I’m giving you a discount and its for a limited time only.”
He was wavering. “I haven’t had any since ... since you know.”
“You poor guy. You must be so hard.”
“Yeah.”
“Come on. You know you want to.”
“Ten dollars, huh?”
“Ten dollars. That’s it.”
“Okay, I’ll take it.”
He gave her the money and Marci sucked his cock into her mouth.
In and out his cock went. Sometimes, Marci would look up at him and sometimes, she wouldn’t but there was little doubt that Robert loved what she was doing with his cock but before he could cum, Marci pulled her mouth free from Robert’s cock. “Do you like me?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s going to cost you though.”
“What?”
“It’s going to cost you.”
“How much?”
“Fifty dollars but you can fuck me however you want.”
“There’s only one way I want to fuck you.”
“So?”
It didn’t take Robert long to hand over his entry fee and that was how Marci found herself up on her hands and her knees with Robert’s cock buried deep in her pussy.
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
“Robert?”
“Huh?”
“Do you love my ass?”
“I fucking love your ass,” Robert said as he continued to fuck her pussy.
“What do you think about when you see my ass?”
“I ... I—”
“Come on. You can say it.”
“It makes me want to fuck you.”
“Oh, Robert. You say the nicest things. I know you’re about to cum.”
“Yeah,” Robert groaned.
“You’ve got a choice to make,” Marci told him. “You could cum in my pussy but then anyone could do that.”
“Or?”
“Or you could pull your cock out at the last moment and you could shoot your load all over my nice, round ass so what’s it going to be?”
“Fuck,” Robert groaned as his cock continued to pound her pussy.
“Robert?”
“Fuck,” the man groaned again but then he was pulling out of Marci’s pussy and suddenly he was shooting his load all over Marci’s ass and Marci loved it. Marci loved her ass but she loved it even more when guys showed her jut how much they loved it, too.
It really had been as easy as that. She hadn’t even meant to whore herself out like that but she’d done it anyway. What the hell was the matter with her?
Whatever it was, Marci was sure she didn’t have the answer for it and more importantly, she didn’t really care what the answer was either.
A couple of days later, Marci received a notice in her mailbox. There was a package for her and it required her signature and since it required a signature, it couldn’t be left for her. The package would have to be picked up at the post office. It was a frickin’ pain in the butt, the brunette thought. Why couldn’t they just leave the dumb package and besides, it wasn’t like she’d ordered anything so who the hell was sending something to her.
All that day, she tried to answer that question and every time she tried to answer it, the answer was always the same. She had no idea who’d sent her the package but the more she thought about it, the more the anticipation grew. There was only one thing to be done for it. She was just going to have to stop by the post office on her way home from work.
By the time she got there, there was already a long line of patrons waiting their turn to get to the clerks behind the counter. Was it really worth it, Marci asked herself yet again.
She’d never know unless she got that package, she told herself.
Still she held back from joining the line and that’s when she noticed a blond looking forlorn and unhappy. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I need help,” the blond whimpered.
“Maybe I could help you,” Marci told the witless blond. “What do you need to do?”
“I have this package I need to pick up,” Lenore said.
“Me, too,” Marci said. God the blond sure was dumb but sure, she could help the blond out. If anything, it might make the time spent in line go a little bit faster if she had someone to talk to. “Here,” she said. “You can stand here with me.”
It had only been meant to be a light touch, nothing more really than a gentle nudge to get the blond moving in the right direction but as soon as her hand had touched the blond, it was as if she’d felt a surge of energy that left Marci feeling dazed and confused.
“Is something wrong?” Lenore asked.
“Huh?” Marci asked dumbly.
“I was asking if something was wrong.”
“Oh, um, oh, I don’t know.”
The blond giggled at that. “I get that way sometimes, too.”
“Get why way?”
“I sometimes get the way where I feel like I can’t think straight but you know what I do when I get that way?”
Marci shook her head.
“When I get that way,” the blond said, “I just tell myself not to think and that makes all the difference in the world.”
“It does?” Marci asked and yet even as she was asking it, she could hear some part of her mind telling her no that that wasn’t right, only ...
Only it did kind of seem right. Not thinking was so easy to do.
The blond nodded. “It works wonders,” she said.
Maybe she could do it, Marci told herself. All she had to do was relax and ... oh yes. The blond was right. That really did feel better.
“Felling better?” Lenore asked and Marci nodded. Lenore couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s such an easy thing, you know. You’d think more people would do it but they don’t.”
Marci nodded knowingly. She wondered why she hadn’t realized it before but the blond was really smart. She looked around her now. There were so many people here and it was all so confusing. “What are we doing here?” she asked.
“I came here to pick up a package,” Lenore said. “I thought that was why you were here, too.”
“Oh yeah,” Marci said.
“But when I got here, I just got so confused.”
“Oh I know,” Marci agreed. “There’s like totally so many people here. It’s like totally confusing.”
Lenore giggled with her and Marci knew right then and there that she liked the other girl. It was like the two of them were like totally in sync with one another.
“You want to go somewhere?” Marci asked.
“Go somewhere? Go where?”
“We could go back to my apartment.”
“Okay but wait. What about our packages?”
“Do you really want to stand in line?” Marci asked.
Lenore shook her head. She certainly didn’t want to stand in line.
“They’ll be here tomorrow,” Marci said. Actually, she wasn’t sure if that was true, but the post office was so confusing and she really did want to spend some time with her new friend.
“If you really think they’ll be here tomorrow ...”
“I sure do. Come on. Let’s go.”
That was all it took to get Lenore moving with her and in no time at all, they’d arrived back at Marci’s apartment. Marci fumbled with her keys as she tried to find the right one. “You know I’m not usually this clumsy,” she said with a giggle.
“You don’t have to explain it to me,” Lenore said. “I forget things all the time.”
Marci couldn’t help but giggle at that. She wasn’t sure why. It really wasn’t funny and yet it was funny. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go.”
Lenore couldn’t help but feel comfortable as she let the other girl drive them to her apartment. The other girl’s name was Marci, Lenore had learned, and Marci was a clerk at a store. That sure sounded like an impressive job to Lenore although she was sure it probably involved a lot of thinking so she was sure it was something that just wasn’t right for her. After all, she tried to avoid thinking whenever she could.
“We’re here,” Marci announced as she pulled the car into a parking lot.
It was a small place with cheap furniture and not much else, Lenore noticed. It looked like the sort of place that a person might live in if that person didn’t have a lot to spend.
“I know it’s not much,” Marci said apologetically, “but it’s all mine.”
“Who said there’s anything wrong with that,” Lenore said.
“Would you like some wine?”
“Oh, I probably shouldn’t,” Lenore said. “Wine makes me giggly. Well actually, it makes me more giggly than I already am,” and with that, both girls giggled.
“I’ll get some wine,” Marci said and once more, both girls giggled and once again, Lenore decided that she really liked her new friend.
They shared some wine and they talked and it seemed as if the more inane the subject, the more the both of them liked it.
“Whoo,” Marci said when they’d finally come to a lull in the conversation. “That wine really got to me. I, um, I’ve got the feeling I can’t really think straight.”
“Anything wrong with that?”
Marci thought about it or at least she tried to think about it but it was as if her mind had just given up thinking so finally, she gave up trying and she just nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Lenore almost seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s what I think, too,” she said. “You know what? I have to go pee.”
“Oh, the bathroom’s down the hall,” Marci said.
“Okay thanks.”
While Lenore was away, Marci took the opportunity to move the dishes they’d used from the living room to the kitchen but she was sitting on the couch when Lenore came back and flopped down beside her.
Lenore was looking at her new friend. “You know, I was with a girl once.”
“Huh?”
“I was with a girl.”
“I don’t understand.”
Lenore leaned over so she could look at her friend and she stroked a hand over Marci’s tummy. “I was with a girl,” she said again.
It took Marci a few moments before she finally got it. “What? You mean like sexually?”
Lenore nodded. “But you know what, I’d kind of like to be with you, too.
“What? No way,” Marci said in shocked disbelief. “I could never do that.”
“Oh I don’t know,” Lenore said. “Maybe you could. Maybe you just haven’t been with the right woman.”
Marci shook her head. “I like guys,” she said.
“I like guys, too, but I think I like girls, too. Hey, I know. You want to try something?”
“What?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Ooh, I like surprises,” Marci giggled. “Is it a good surprise?”
“If I told you that, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
Wow yeah. Her new friend sure was smart, Marci thought. “What do I have to do?”
“You just have to close your eyes.”
Marci closed her eyes and she waited when suddenly she felt something pressing up against her lips and when she opened her eyes, there was her new friend, kissing her. Lenore pulled back. “How was that?”
Marci knew what she’d said before but there was no denying what she’d felt. “It was good,” she said.
“You want to try it again?”
“Okay, but this time I want to keep my eyes open.”
“Fair enough. Let’s do it.”
“Yes, let’s,” Marci agreed.
The two friends kissed and then they kissed again and then it wasn’t long before the two girls were helping each other out of their clothes and they kissed again.
“What should we do now?” Marci asked.
“I think you know what we should do next but for now, why don’t you just sit back.”
She could do that, Marci told herself. She could do that and it was so easy to do when she had someone else doing the thinking for her.
Her friend was kissing her way down Marci’s body and it was clear she intended to slide in between Marci’s thighs and incredibly to Marci at least, she was letting her new friend do exactly that.
There was little doubt where Lenore’s lips were going and then incredibly, they were right there, and for just a moment, Lenore stopped and she looked up at Marci. “Do you want me to keep going?”
The answer was obvious. “Yes,” Marci moaned. “Keep going please.”
Lenore’s tongue pressed up against Marci’s lips and then she was working that tongue inside those lips and Marci couldn’t help but gasp as she finally felt another woman’s tongue in her pussy. Oh my God. That felt so good. That felt so good and she’d been so stupid to have waited this long to try it out.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned as her body writhed under the ministrations of Lenore’s tongue.
And Lenore wasn’t about to stop. Now that she’d gotten her tongue there between Marci’s legs, she wasn’t going to let up until ...
“Oh my God,” Marci screamed. “Oh my God.”
And still Lenore’s tongue kept working Marci’s pussy.
“Oh my God.”
“You liked that, did you?” Lenore asked as she pulled her face from between her new friend’s legs.
“Oh my God, yes,” Marci gushed. “I loved it. Come on. Come up here.”
“Why?” Lenore asked even as she snuggled close to her new friend. “Do you have something you want to show me?”
Something she wanted to show her? What did she mean by that, Marci wondered and yet even as she wondered that, she already knew the answer. She could do this, she told herself. She really could do this. “Yeah,” she said. “I’ve got something to show you.”
“What is it?” Lenore asked eagerly and guilelessly.
Could her new friend really not know, Marci wondered. No, she had to know, but it was cute, too, her new friend pretending that she didn’t know. “You just sit there and I’ll show you.”
Even if she didn’t know, Lenore couldn’t help but know what was going to happen as her new friend flashed her a sly grin and then as she watched Marci slide down in front of her and then slip in between her thighs and even if that wasn’t enough, when Lenore felt her friend’s tongue on her pussy, then there was absolutely no doubt as to what her friend was going to do.
As Marci continued to eat her pussy, Lenore couldn’t help but look down at Marci’s bottom. Lenore loved her new friend’s bottom. It was so full and round and ... and juicy. She wished her bottom was more like Marci’s.
Oh but geez, as much as she lied Marci’s bottom, it was what Marci’s tongue was doing to her that really had her attention. Oh my God. What that tongue was doing to her ...
And what made it even more amazing was the way Marci would amp her up until she was almost on the verge of cumming and then and only then would she back only to come back even stronger the next time.
Her body was twitching now. Oh fuck, she wanted this. She wanted it so bad.
Just a little more, she told herself.
And then, Marci would back off yet again. No, Lenore wanted to say. No, keep going.
And then Marci’s tongue would come back yet again only this time ... this time, she was cumming so good and so hard.
“You know you’re not the only one with a secret,” Marci said after Lenore had started to come down from where Marci’s tongue had launched her..
“You’ve got a secret,” Lenore gushed. “Tell me. I want to know.”
Marci was suddenly pensive. She hadn’t meant to brag like that. It had just come out but now that it had, well what would her new friend think of her if she actually found out that Marci had sold her body for money.
“What is it?” Lenore said again. “Tell me. I want to know.”
“We’ll, um, I uh, I actually sold sex for money.”
“You did what?!”
Oh my god, Marci told herself. She’d known it. She should have just kept her mouth shut but no, she had to open her big, fat mouth. “There was um, there was this guy at work. His name was Todd and I kind of made him pay me for sex before I’d fuck him in the break room.”
“Oh my God.”
Marci knew it. She should have kept her big, fat mouth shut. Now all she could do was wait.
“Oh my God. You’re a hooker. That is so cool.”
“What?”
“Yeah. that is like so cool. Oh my God, we could be like bimbo hookers together.”
“Oh my God. That would be like so totally cool.”
It was the first time Lenore had ever thought of herself as a bimbo, she realized. There was a time, she thought, when she might have thought that was bad but suddenly calling herself a bimbo didn’t really seem all that bad after all. Bimbos didn’t think and she certainly didn’t want to think so did it really matter if she called herself a bimbo? Lenore didn’t think so.
“You’re sure it’s okay?”
“It’s like totally okay. Hey, do you have any hooker clothes?”
“I told you. I only did it once and it was when I was at work.”
“Oh. Well hey, maybe you’ve like got something, something we could try on.”
“Like what?”
“Like I don’t know. Like clothes we could wear if we were going to go out and be bimbo hookers.”
“I don’t know,” Marci said but even as she said it, she was thinking about her employee discount. It was cool working in a department store. You saw all kinds of cool stuff and sometimes you ended up buying stuff you didn’t even think you’d wear but you bought it just because it looked cool. “Maybe I do have a few things,” she said.
“I knew it. Come on. Let’s take a look.”
The two women spent the better part of the next couple of hours giggling and laughing as they tried things on. Of course, trying things on was only the start of it. There was touching and kissing and then more touching and more kissing and even if Lenore didn’t notice it exactly, she did like the way Marci’s hands felt every time they stroked Lenore’s new and burgeoning bubble butt.
The next morning, Marci woke up to find her head hurting. What the fuck!
She sat up in bed. She was naked and so was the woman in the bed next to her. Oh my God. It really had happened just the way she remembered it. What the hell had she been thinking?
Marci fought back the urge to groan. Whatever she did, she didn’t want to wake the other woman up until she’d figured out just what the hell she was going to do.
What the hell had she been thinking, she asked herself again. The truth was she hadn’t been thinking and the truth was she’d liked it.
She couldn’t see herself so she couldn’t see the silly smile that was starting to form on her face.
No, she stopped herself. No. That was wrong. She needed to think.
This time, she couldn’t stop her groan.
She looked at the blond and she looked at the silly smile on the blond’s face. Even in her dreams, Marci thought, even in her dreams, she still refused to think. Even in her dreams, the blond was still a bimbo.
Marci felt herself begin to smile again.
No, she stopped herself. No. She had to think.
But she didn’t want to think and besides, there was something else that she wanted even more. She leaned down and she kissed the blond next to her. “Hey,” she said softly. “Hey wake up, sleepyhead.”
Lenore’s smile got a little broader and then her eyes opened. “I am awake,” she said hazily.
“I can see that,” Marci said and she kissed Lenore again. “I hated to wake you up—”
“You can wake me up whenever you want.”
There was still some small part of Marci that was screaming at her. No, that part said. No, that was wrong. No, she shouldn’t be here waking the blond up.
But it didn’t feel wrong.
“I hated to wake you up,” she said again, “but I was wondering if I could do something for you.”
“What do you want to do for me?”
It was so easy, Marci thought as she laid down next to her friend and as she kissed her again. It was so easy to not think and she smiled sillily as that thought spread through her mind but her friend had asked her a question so Marci let a hand slide in between her newest friend’s legs. Oh my God, Marci thought. She was oreads wet. “This,” Marci said. “I’d like to do this for you.”
“Okay,” Lenore said as she opened her legs for her new friend. At last, Lenore thought as Marci moved in between her thighs. At last, she’d finally found someone who could be her fuzzy wuzzy buddy.