{"sf1_id":720512,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Unintended Intruder - 06","author":"Little Red Wolf","words":1533,"posted_at":"2014-06-21T00:56:00.000Z","tags":["F/F","Human","Humor","Pheromones","Pregnant","Romance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/720512-unintended-intruder-06","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/720512","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=720512\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The hills were\nalive with the sounds of romance, and Abigale rested in the embrace of her\nlair. It had been a long time since the trappings of her human life had\nmattered to her, and this place allowed her a comfort she had never been able\nto experience in other places. From the base of her belly, a clutch of eggs\nnestled together in nest ... her nest. Life was everywhere ... and the world was\ntheirs.\n \nThe sound of\nbirds chirped too loudly and then one flew away. Abigale opened her eyes and\nbreathed deeply the scent of another. Another? A slight movement caused\nconcern in her mind as she realized it was Marcy in her arms. Her slightly\nsmaller friend had curled up into her, using Abigale's womanly features as a\ncushion.\nFor a moment,\nthe thought of pushing Marcy away caused Abigale's muscle's to tighten, but the\nsound of her friend's breath, the smell of her hair, and the soft glow they\nshared stopped her. This moment was a strange one, but it was a pleasant sort\nof strange. Then, as her thoughts and emotions collected themselves, a single\nrealization occurred to her. We're on the floor.\nAfter taking a\ndeep breath, Abigale strained to sit upright. The left side of her body hurt\nfrom the carpet and she discovered a dark stain had soaked into it. As she wondered\nwhat to do next, Marcy stirred and rolled onto her back.\n\"Morning,\nAbbs,\" Marcy mumbled.\n\"Good morning,\"\nAbigale replied, a touch of confused concern swirling in her mind as she tried\nto recall all of the details of the previous night.\n\"Kiss?\" Marcy\nasked, and Abigale leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek. \"Weak,\" the\nprone woman spoke with an edge of disappointment in her voice.\n\"Sorry,\"\nAbigale replied.\nMarcy's body\npopped as she raised herself into a sitting position. \"No regrets,\" she said with\nfire in her eyes.\n\"Right,\"\nAbigale replied, not knowing if she meant it.\n\"Say it and\nmean it,\" the order came, and Abigale searched inside of herself for its truth.\n\"No ... regrets,\"\nshe stated and the power of the words seemed to prop her back up.\n\"No regrets,\"\nMarcy repeated with a firm nod. \"Now fucking kiss me.\" Unable to think of\nanything cleaver to say, Abigale closed her eyes, and pressed her lips onto those\nof her friend. A moment later, her mouth was being invaded by a slippery tongue\nand both women emitted pleased sounds. \"Better.\"\n\"Yea,\" Abigale\nagreed, \"better.\"\n\"Your breath\nstinks.\"\n\"Yours too.\"\n\"I'm hungry,\"\nMarcy said with her usual smirk but then she took a sharp breath.\n\"Are you\nalright?\"\n\"Wow,\" Marcy\nblinked, \"I'm really hungry.\"\n\"Oh, yeah,\"\nAbigale said with a slightly guilty look, \"that happens.\"\n\"Yeah but ...\ndang, I want a steak.\"\n\"I've been\ncraving meat and protein ever since this started,\" Abigale admitted with a\nstretch. \"Let's get something.\"\nThe next two\nhours became a montage of food and small-talk. Though old friends, they\nsuddenly had new things to discuss.\n\"You want to\nrun away together?\" Marcy asked as she nibbled on her bacon.\n\"Can ... we\nreally afford that?\"\n\"Why not?\" the\nbusiness woman remarked in her professional tone. \"I've only been sticking\naround this boring place because you wouldn't leave. I've been offered a mint\nfor the store more than once ... let's sell it and get out of this dead end\nplace!\"\n\"But ... where\nwould we go?\" Abigale took a breath then added, \"How would we live?\"\n\"Maybe that\nvideo of yours will tell us.\"\n\"Maybe ...\"\n\"Hey,\" Marcy\ntold her as she took her lover's hand and gave it a squeeze. \"You're not alone\nin this. We are in this together,\nnow.\"\n\"I ... yeah,\nthat's true,\" Abigale blushed as she gave her new girlfriend a bashful look.\n\"It's going to take some getting used to.\"\n\"Well, I've\nonly been imagining this moment in my head for ten years, now,\" Marcy told her\nin a casual tone, \"so you can let me drive while you get your baring.\"\n\"Thank you,\"\nAbigale half-whispered and the two of them stayed that way for a time as they\nlistened to the clock tick on the wall. \"So ... what now?\"\n\"Now, we go to\nyour place,\" Marcy told her.\"\n\"Why?\"\n\"Research!\n \n*****\n \n\"Have I ever\nmentioned how your place screams, fuck me\nI'm desperate?\" Marcy asked as she looked at the leather furniture and a\ncarelessly left out dildo.\n\"Sorry,\"\nAbigale muttered as she put the silicone object back in its drawer, \"I've been\nkinda distracted, lately.\"\n\"Distracted?\"\nMarcy asked with a sly smile.\n\"I've been\nflopped on the floor like a cat in heat,\" Abigale pouted and her friend moved\ninto her personal space with mock concern on her face.\n\"Oh dear ... well\nwe simply cannot have that.\"\n\"No,\" Abigale\nsaid sternly as the instincts of routine pulled away. For a moment the two of\nthem just stood there and she could see the hurt in her friend's eyes. \"Sorry ...\nuhm ... old habits die hard.\"\n\"Right,\" Marcy\nsaid in unconvincing acceptance.\n\"Damn it,\"\nAbigale cursed as she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman and pulled her\nclose. \"I'm sorry,\" she whispered, and. Marcy's smaller arms came up around her\nand the two of them stayed that way for several seconds.\n\"How sorry are\nyou?\" Marcy asked with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Then their lips locked,\ntongues collided, and before a proper collection of thoughts could be knit into\nsomething coherent ... their clothes were flying off and they were crashing into\nthe leather couch.\nMarcy pinned\nher lover down, pressing hard against the womanly curves while her hands found\nspecial places along the female landscape. Strong fingernails drug down the\nhuskier woman's flanks, drawing throaty gasps. A trail of fiery kisses burned\nfrom top to bottom until the blond woman's teeth were nibbling on Abigale's\nlower lips.\n\"Ooohhh ...\ngooohhh ...\" Abigale splayed her legs wide open as the skilled tongue lapped,\ndarted, and teased. Work worn fingers ran through thick blond hair then gripped\nher tightly as a convulsion ripped through her and a jet of lady cream spurted\ninto Marcy's mouth. \"Ooohhh god ... I'm sooo ... that's never ...\"\n\"It's fine,\"\nMarcy said as she licked her lips and pealed her panties off. She adored the\nexcitedly frightened look on her Abby's face as she moved closer. \"I like your\ntaste.\" Marcy teased, then she angled herself masterfully, and pressed their\nnethers together, beginning a special dance.\nAbigale\ndiscovered her friend had a clitoral erection that dragged along her sopping\nwalls, teasing and tickling in ways that drew gasps of pleasure from them both.\nAbigale wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, palmed her butt, and ground\ntogether. In moments they were both peaking again ... and again ...\nThe sun\ntraveled across the sky, but they could not resist the needs of the other. Taste\n... touch ... scent ... all were an intoxicating mixture which fed a hunger that had\nbuilt over a decade of neglect. The day past by as they moved to different\nrooms, but they never made it far. In their wake they left a trail of mess and\ndiscarded sex-toys, which, to Marcy's amusement, were hidden in nearly every\ncorner of every room.\n\"Wasn't there a\nvideo we were supposed to watch?\" Abigale finally asked as they rested on the\nfloor next to the kitchen table.\n\"Yeah,\" Marcy\nwhimpered as she lay across Abby's lap and stretched.\n\"You need to\nget up.\"\n\"Why?\"\n\"Because you're\non top,\" Abigale reminded her.\n\"Oh ... yeeeaaahhh\n...\"\n\"And I gotta\npee!\" Marcy snorted but did not move. \"I'm serious,\" Abigale warned again, and then\nshe gave a weak shove that flopped Marcy onto the floor.\n\"Ow.\"\n\"I warned ya,\"\nAbigale chided as she wobbled to her feet and then stumbled to the bathroom.\nMarcy flung the door open just as her girlfriend was finishing which elicited a\nsurprised shriek from her. \"Hey!\"\n\"Oh, sorry,\"\nMarcy apologized as her eyes studied the other with a possessive edge, \"old\nhabits die hard.\"\n\"Touché,\"\nAbigale snorted as she flushed and then washed her hands. Then she turned and\nchecked Marcy on the arm. \"Tag, you're it.\"\nMarcy laughed\nand then took her turn. Abigale took the opportunity to kick over an untidy\npile of media and then seize the DVD she was looking for. It went into the\nplayer and the video was beginning just as Marcy returned.\n\"Oh, so we're\nfinally going to watch the video?\"\n\"Well I can't\nfeel my legs,\" Abigale teased, \"so yeah ... let's do something else for a while.\"\n\"Suit\nyourself,\" Marcy shrugged as she flopped down onto the couch and seized a throw\npillow. Abigale looked upon her fondly, for a time, before she too settled into\nplace and cuddled up next to her girlfriend. Before them, the FBI warning played\nand faded to black. The women one the couch drew together, holding each other\nclose while they gained an understanding for their children and the people who\nthey could become."}