Unintended Intruder - 08
The hills were alive with the sounds of romance, and Abigale rested in the embrace of her lair. It had been a long time since the trappings of her human life had mattered to her, and this place allowed her a comfort she had never been able to experience in other places. From the base of her belly, a clutch of eggs nestled together in nest... her nest. Life was everywhere... life was...
The sound of birds chirped too loudly and then one flew away. Abigale opened her eyes and breathed deeply the scent of another. Another? A slight movement caused concern in her mind as she realized it was Marcy in her arms. Her slightly smaller friend had curled up into her, using Abigale's womanly features as a cushion.
For a moment, the thought of pushing Marcy away caused Abigale's muscle's to tighten, but the sound of her friend's breath, the smell of her hair, and the soft glow they shared stopped her. This moment was a strange one, but it was a pleasant sort of strange. Then, as her thoughts and emotions collected themselves, a single realization occurred to her. We're on the floor.
After taking a deep breath, Abigale strained to sit upright. The left side of her body hurt from the carpet and she discovered a dark stain had soaked into it. As she wondered what to do next, Marcy stirred and rolled onto her back.
"Morning, Abbs," Marcy barely whispered.
"Good morning," Abigale replied, a touch of confused concern swirling in her mind as she tried to remember the previous night.
"Kiss?" Marcy asked, and Abigale leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek. "Weak," the prone woman mumbled.
"Sorry," Abigale replied.
Marcy's body popped as she raised herself into a sitting position. "No regrets," she said with fire in her eyes.
"Right," Abigale replied, not knowing if she meant it.
"No regrets," Marcy said again, "now fucking kiss me." Unable to think of anything cleaver to say, Abigale closed her eyes, and pressed her lips on to the lips of her friend. A moment later, her lips were pierced by a slippery tongue and both women emitted pleased sounds. "Better."
"Yea," Abigale agreed, "better."
"Your breath stinks."
"Yours too."
"I'm hungry," Marcy said and then she took a sharp breath.
"Are you alright?"
"Wow... I'm really hungry."
"Oh, yeah," Abigale said with a slightly guilty look, "that happens."
"Yeah but... dang, I want a steak."
"I've been craving meat and protein ever since this started," Abigale said with a stretch. "Let's get something."
The next two hours became a montage of food and small-talk. Though old friends, they suddenly had new things to discuss.
"You want to run away together?" Marcy asked as she nibbled on her bacon.
"Can... can we really afford that?"
"Why not?" the business woman remarked. "I've only been sticking around this boring place because you wouldn't leave. I've been offered a mint for the store more than once... lets sell it and get out of this dead end place!"
"But... where would we go?" Abigale took a breath then added, "How would we live?"
"Maybe that video of yours will tell us."
"Maybe..."
Breakfast ended and the pair drove to Abigale's apartment.
"Have I ever mentioned how your place screams, 'fuck me I'm desperate?'" Marcy said as she looked at the leather furniture and a carelessly left out dildo.
"Sorry," Abigale muttered as she put the silicone object back in its drawer, "I've been kinda distracted."
"Distracted?" Marcy said, drawing herself up into her friend's personal space. Abigale wanted to pull away and tell her friend 'no' like she normally did, but the two of them had shared their fate and it was doing things to the both of them. When she did not say anything, Abigale draped her arms around her lover and pulled her close. Lips locked, tongues collided, and before a proper collection of thoughts could come together, their clothes were flying off and they were crashing into the leather couch.
Marcy pinned her lover down, pressing hard against the womanly curves while her hands found special places along the female landscape. Strong fingernails drug down the huskier woman's flanks, drawing throaty gasps. A trail of fiery kisses burned from top to bottom until the blond woman's teeth were nibbling on Abigale's lower lips.
"Ooohhh... gooohhh..." Abigale splayed her legs wide open as the skilled tongue lapped, darted, and teased. Work worn fingers ran through thick blond hair then gripped her tightly as a convulsion ripped through her and a jet of lady cream spurted into Marcy's mouth. "Ooohhh god... I'm sooo... that's never..."
"It's fine," Marcy said as she licked her lips and pealed her panties off. She adored the excitedly frightened look on her Abby's face as she moved closer. "I like your taste." Marcy teased, then she angled herself masterfully, and pressed their nethers together, beginning a special dance.
Abigale discovered her friend had a clitoral erection that dragged along her sopping walls, teasing and tickling in ways that drew gasps of pleasure from them both. Abigale wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, palmed her butt, and ground together. In moments they were both peaking again... and again...
The sun traveled across the sky, but they could not resist the needs of the other. Taste... touch... scent... all were an intoxicating mixture which fed a hunger which had build over a decade of neglect. The day past by as they moved to different rooms, but they never made it far.
"Wasn't there a video we were supposed to watch?" Abigale finally asked as they rested on the floor next to the kitchen table.
"Yeah," Marcy whispered as she laid across her Abby's lap and stretched.
"You need to get up."
"Why?"
"Because you're on top."
"Yeeeaaahhh..."
"I'm serious," Abigale said again, and she gave a weak shove that flopped Marcy onto the floor.
"Ow."
"I warned ya."
It took a few moments for their giggling to subside, but finally they moved across the room to the DVD player, and the video began. The FBI warning played, faded to black, and then the women drew together, holding each other close while they gained an understanding they never would have guessed on their own.