Chapter 10

Just as they usually did, Ashley pushed the buggy, and Tiffany grabbed the items from the shelf. But this time, when they were traversing from aisle to aisle, Tiffany and Ashley touched one another. They linked fingers.

They did not kiss. They did not grope one another. But it was obvious to any casual observer that these two were romantically linked.

In line to check out, the two leaned against one another. Then they ‘raced’ to see who could empty the buggy the fastest.

“Oh, forgot one more thing,” Ashley said as they put the several bags into the trunk of Ashley’s BMW. “Be right back.”

Tiffany watched as Ashley scampered into the store. The yellow sundress Ashley wore looked good against her tanned skin, her rich, dark hair.

A few moments later, Ashley reappeared, single bag in hand. She put that bag into the trunk and slammed it. The two women got into the BMW and Ashley backed out of the parking space.

Home again, they trekked back and forth from trunk to front door. Tiffany was slower; she made sure to put the items that needed to go into the freezer into the freezer, rather than just leave the bags on the counter.

“And now,” Ashley said, taking the last bag off of the kitchen table.

“Hmm?” Tiffany asked, looking up from the package of deli ham.

“No offense,” Ashley said, taking the children’s paddle ball and paddle from the bag. “But Miss Tiffany? Spanks like a girl.”

“Miss Tiffany is a girl,” Tiffany pointed out. “But what’s she supposed to do? Hit her little Ash with the ball?”

“No,” Ashley said and snapped the thin rubber strand that held the rubber ball to the wooden paddle.

“Oh!” Tiffany said, clamping her thighs together.

“Hmm?” Ashley asked, noticing Tiffany’s odd reaction.

Tiffany didn’t answer, just shook her head. She then finished assembling their lunch.

After lunch, they both decided they needed to visit the swimming pool. They dressed in their bikinis, grabbed towels, and traipsed down the stairs again.

Vince, Monica, and Vinnie were in the pool, and Vinnie had a little friend with him. Vince introduced Ashley and Tiffany to Mathilda, the four year old daughter of a coworker.

Both Vinnie and Mattie squealed and giggled as the ‘kid shark’ came after them. Ashley also gave each child rides around the pool.

“Think y’all can keep an eye on them? Need fix lunch,” Monica smiled, getting out of the pool.

“Pregnant women need to eat all the time?” Vince teased his wife.

“Almost as much as their husbands do, Mr. Smarty Pants,” Monica smiled.

“Oh boy! Vinnie! You going have a baby brother or sister?” Ashley asked the boy.

“Brother,” Vinnie said emphatically.

Twenty minutes later, Monica called the Davis clan in. Tiffany and Ashley hugged each child before relinquishing them to Vince’s care.

The Bergerons did come out a little while later. Samantha introduced an emaciated looking girl as ‘Lili’ while her husband smirked, crotch thrust forward. Lili had short brown hair, almost no breasts, hips, waist or buttocks, and wore a vacant look.

Their arrival was the cue for Ashley and Tiffany to leave the pool area. They toweled off, with much bending, flexing, posing. Ashley and Tiffany also wore little smirks as they sauntered to their condo’s back gate.

“You are such a bad influence on me,” Tiffany accused when they were safely inside.

“Oh yeah?” Ashley giggled. “And what you going do about it?”

“Me? Nothing,” Tiffany said. “Miss Tiffany? Oh, I’m sure she’ll think of something.”

“Yeah, well, she’s not here,” Ashley sneered.

“You sure about that?” Tiffany asked, kissing Ashley’s lips.

“Uh huh,” Ashley taunted, walking away with a lot of wiggle and waggle in her walk.

Tiffany grabbed the paddle from the table and followed Ashley up the stairs.

Tiffany looped her bikini over her shower rod, then padded nude to Ashley’s bedroom. Ashley was looking in her closet when Tiffany walked into her room. Ashley watched as Tiffany marched to the window and pulled the blackout curtains shut.

“Come here,” Tiffany ordered, flicking on the bedside lamp.

“No,” Ashley defiantly said.

“No? NO?” Tiffany snapped. “My little Ash, I said, ‘come here.'”

“Please, Miss Tiffany,” Ashley whined, but did slowly walk to where Tiffany stood.

“Shouldn’t tell me ‘no’ my little Ash,” Tiffany cooed, grasping one of Ashley’s hard nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“Uh!” Ashley gasped out.

Tiffany kissed Ashley’s gasping mouth, thrusting her tongue into Ashley’s mouth. Ashley heatedly returned the kiss.

“No?” Tiffany cooed, running her fingers through Ashley’s hair. “Oh no, my little Ash, you do not tell Miss Tiffany no. Ever.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ashley gasped out as Tiffany again pinched Ashley’s nipple.

“Oh, my little Ash? Miss Tiffany has a new toy,” Tiffany said, guiding Ashley to the bed.

“A toy? What is it?” Ashley asked as Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed.

“It’s a pretty little paddle, for that pretty little bottom of yours,” Tiffany cooed.

“Oh, Miss Tiffany, no, oh no, please don’t spank me,” Ashley begged, draping herself over Tiffany’s legs.

Ten swats into the spanking, Tiffany was alarmed; Ashley’s bottom was reddened. When she put the paddle aside, though, Ashley was hugging her and kissing her, promising to be good from now on.

“Miss Tiffany, may I lick your pussy?” Ashley begged, rubbing her own legs together.

“No you may not,” Tiffany snapped.

“Miss Tiffany, please,” Ashley begged.

“I said no,” Tiffany said firmly. “But since you did take your spanking like a good little girl, my little Ash may lick my ass.”

“Oh thank you, Miss Tiffany,” Ashley enthused.

Tiffany positioned herself on hands and knees and Ashley hungrily began tonguing Tiffany’s tight little anus. She used her hands to pry Tiffany’s slender backside open and forced her tongue into Tiffany’s rectum.

Ashley then drove two fingers into Tiffany’s blonde pussy. Tiffany squealed in orgasm and Ashley fingered Tiffany through the orgasm.

“Did I say you could do that?” Tiffany shrilled when her orgasm subsided. “Did I? Did I say you had permission to touch me?”

“I uh, no, no Miss Tiffany,” Ashley stammered. “I just thought…”

“No. No you didn’t. You didn’t think,” Tiffany snarled, crawling out of the bed.

Tiffany lifted the comforter and peered underneath the bed. She stood up, angry face glaring at Ashley.

“Where is it?” Tiffany demanded. “The strap on? Where is it?”

“It, I put it in the drawer, Miss Tiffany,” Ashley quaked, pointing to the bedside table.

“On your hands and knees,” Tiffany snarled, jerking the drawer open.

Ashley got onto her hands and knees, stomach knotted up. She watched as Tiffany fumbled about, but finally figured out how to cinch the device around her waist. She fastened the thigh straps on, then fumbled with the controls for the device.

“Oh,” Tiffany let an involuntary moan escape when she figured out how to turn the base, then shaft vibrators on.

The shaft and head of the phallus jerked and hummed noisily as Tiffany approached the kneeling Ashley. The base pressed firmly against Tiffany’s wet pussy, humming at a maddening rate.

Tiffany knelt behind Ashley and took a moment to admire Ashley’s beautiful buttocks. She could see Ashley’s pussy lips, plump with excitement as they peeked through the dark curls.

Tiffany gripped the vibrating instrument and put it to Ashley’s wet opening. Then she lunged forward, driving more than half of the eight inches into Ashley’s pussy in one thrust.

“Ugh! Oh, Miss Tiffany, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” Ashley cried out.

“I know you won’t,” Tiffany snarled, thrusting forward again.

Tiffany had to pause for a moment as her orgasm rippled through her. Then, with another lunge, she pushed all of the phallus into Ashley’s pussy.

Tiffany grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair as she struck bottom. Tiffany pulled on Ashley’s hair while swiveling her hips.

The paddle was within reach and Tiffany grabbed it. She delivered a stinging blow to Ashley’s left buttock and Ashley cried out in surprise.

Tiffany paused, but when Ashley did not say ‘Superstition,’ Tiffany struck Ashley’s right buttock with the paddle.

“Oh Jesus, oh shit, Miss Tiffany, please, please may I cum?” Ashley begged, body shaking.

“What?” Tiffany shrieked. “May you…? Oh no ma’am, you certainly may not cum!”

Tiffany jerked the strap on out of Ashley’s pussy. Ashley grunted and groaned, shaking with need.

“May you, oh no ma’am, my little Ash, you had better just wait,” Tiffany growled, gripping the shaft of the slick instrument.

“Oh no, oh please no, Miss Tiffany, not, oh please, not in my ass,” Ashley screamed out as Tiffany put the buzzing head of the phallus to Ashley’s tightly crinkled rosebud.

“No?” Tiffany giggled and pushed a fraction of an inch into Ashley.

“Oh Jesus, oh, Miss Tiffany, I’m sorry,” Ashley cried out and shook in orgasm.

Tiffany forced nearly half of the instrument into Ashley’s protesting bowels. Ashley shook and screamed in a second orgasm when Tiffany jammed three fingers into Ashley’s pussy while her other hand jerked at Ashley’s hair.

“Well, I can see you’re not learning your lesson very well,” Tiffany screamed, grabbing the paddle again.

She gave each buttock three firm strokes and Ashley bucked in orgasm. Tiffany then gripped Ashley’s hair.

“Oh Miss Tiffany, I love you,” Ashley cried out, arms no longer able to hold her up.

“What?” Tiffany asked pausing in her thrusts.

“I said I love you, Tiffany,” Ashley murmured

“You love me? Or you love Miss Tiffany?” Tiffany asked, needing clarification.

“You, Sweetheart, I love you,” Ashley murmured.

“I, I love you too,” Tiffany admitted, slowly pulling the strap on cock from Ashley’s bowels.

Tiffany turned the buzzing instrument off and uncinched it. She gingerly balanced it on the nightstand, then crawled into bed again.

They kissed, laying on the bed. Ashley lay her head on Tiffany’s chest, safe in Tiffany’s arms.

“I love you, Tiffany,” Ashley murmured again.

“I love you, Ashley,” Tiffany agreed, combing her fingers through Ashley’s hair.

“I, I’m safe with you,” Ashley whispered.

Ashley had finally found a dominant that she could trust. Part of the reason she knew she could trust Tiffany was because, to a degree, Tiffany was dependent on Ashley.

“And, I’m safe, I’m not being used with you,” Tiffany said, pressing her lips to Ashley’s head.

Tiffany had never had a relationship where she was in charge. She’d always been dependent on the other person, subjected to their will.

Even though she was, to a degree, dependent on Ashley, Tiffany was also independent. She was in charge of herself, in charge of her feelings.

The next time they awoke, they made love. Ashley and Tiffany licked and sucked and fingered each other. They pleasured the other woman rather than seeking their own pleasure.

With a final ‘I love you,’ the two again drifted to sleep.

Monday morning, the two stepped out of their condominium together. Ashley smiled as she locked the door, then turned to wish Tiffany a good day, good luck on her new job.

“Good bye, Sweetheart; have a great day,” Tiffany said, giving Ashley a soft kiss.

“I uh, yeah, good bye; good luck,” Ashley stammered.

When she and Penny had lived together, their affections were limited to the bedroom, and only when they were both sure that Mealy and Mandy were sound asleep. Even hand holding seemed to bring out Penny’s insecurities, so, outside of the bedroom, there was little hand holding, few displays of affection.

Penny certainly never kissed Ashley, out in front of the condominium, where anyone could see.

“Love you,” Tiffany smiled, climbing into her car.

Penny never called Ashley ‘Sweetheart’ out in public, never said ‘love you’ in public. Ashley felt the sting of tears, tears of happiness at her eyes.

“Love you too, Sweetheart,” Ashley called out as the Nissan backed out.

Arriving home, after having to fire Jason Kern for falsifying a client’s records, Ashley felt the first smile of the evening crease her face. Tiffany’s car was already there.

“There she is, there’s Miss Ashley,” Tiffany said when Ashley entered the condo. “Tell her you want a treat.”

“Oh, is Mommy abusing you?” Ashley cooed, fishing out a few treats for Lady.

Over dinner, Ashley listened as Tiffany described her day. She furrowed her brow as Tiffany talked about the employee benefits.

“Tiffany, I studied that in college,” Ashley interrupted Tiffany. “But half of what you’re saying isn’t making a bit of sense to me.

“Okay, on the first tier, good God, why would anyone even go for that plan? You are covered for basic, but catastrophic? Oh well, too bad so sad,” Tiffany again tried to break it all down.

“Wait right here,” Ashley interrupted, getting to her feet.

Ashley found her own insurance plan and carried it to the table. Tiffany flipped through the booklet, then pointed out where Ashley had been overpaying.

“This tier three plan? Ashley, when’s the last time you went out of the network?” Tiffany asked. “God, whoever sold this plan to you, twenty three dollars and eighty four cents? Oh my God; you’re putting, hmm, Janice Greene’s kids through college, you hear? In November? You need to drop down to the level two.”

“Told you, diabetes runs in my family,” Ashley weakly defended.

“And tier two covers that, even covers experimental drugs,” Tiffany said.

She continued to read the thick pamphlet while Ashley sat, chewing her meal. Tiffany then flipped backward through the book. After a moment, she flipped to the appendix and read quickly.

“However, tier three? It covers one hundred percent of in vitro fertilization, minus your co-pay,” Tiffany said. “And if you have a spouse and she wants to get pregnant? Co-pay plus deductible and…”

“What?” Ashley screeched.

“Oh think about it,” Tiffany said, getting to her feet.

She stepped behind Ashley’s chair. With a soft kiss to Ashley’s neck, Tiffany reached around and cupped Ashley’s breasts.

“Tummy getting all big?” Tiffany cooed into Ashley’s ear. “Titties getting all big with milk?”

“Oh, shut up,” Ashley demanded.

“And my little Ash would have a baby to love, a baby to nurture,” Tiffany whispered.

“Tiffany, I’m not playing this game with you,” Ashley demanded, trying to push Tiffany’s groping hands away from her heavy breasts.

“You been paying all that money all this time,” Tiffany reminded Ashley, giving Ashley’s cheek a soft kiss. “About time you got your money’s worth.