Chapter 5

Using thumbs, Cindy opened Alana for her tongue. She drove two fingers into Alana’s depths and began searching for Alana’s G-spot while flicking her tongue along Alana’s inner lips.

Cindy reached Alana’s clitoris and batted the sensitive nub a few times with her tongue. She then sucked Alana’s clitoris into her mouth.

“Aaieegh!” Alana screamed, clamping her thighs around Cindy’s head.

As Cindy manipulated Alana’s G-spot, Alana squirted her ejaculate onto Cindy’s face. With another shriek, Alana shuddered violently, then lay still.

With a giggle, Cindy kissed Alana’s slack mouth, then wiggled out of the bed. Walking into Alana’s bathroom, Cindy found a washcloth and wet it in the sink. She wiped her face clean of Alana’s ejaculate, then wet the cloth and wrung it out. She returned to the bedroom and wiggled into the bed next to Alana’s prone form.

“Huh?” Alana weakly asked as Cindy gently sponged Alana’s face with the cool rag.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” Cindy softly cooed.

“I, oh my God! I, I’ve never, I mean, oh my God!” Alana babbled.

Frantically, Alana clung to Cindy, raining kisses on Cindy’s laughing face. Finally, Cindy gently pushed Alana away. She brought the washcloth to the bathroom and placed it next to the deep bowl sink.

“I, can, can I do you?” Alana shyly asked when Cindy returned and slid into the bed next to Alana.

In answer, Cindy gently kissed Alana’s lips. Alana twisted around to lie half on, half off of Cindy. Alana brought her lips to Cindy’s lips and kissed Cindy. Then Alana kissed Cindy’s throat. Alana kissed her way down to Cindy’s left breast and captured Cindy’s nipple in her mouth. She suckled Cindy’s nipple for a long moment, then brought her mouth up to Cindy’s mouth again. Alana thrust her tongue into Cindy’s mouth while Alana’s hands toyed with Cindy’s breasts. Alana again brought her mouth down to Cindy’s nipple but after a moment, Alana again brought her mouth to Cindy’s mouth.

Cindy laughed a happy laugh. She remembered the first time she and Chrissy had made love. At that time, Cindy could not decide what she wanted more; to kiss Chrissy, or to taste Chrissy’s flesh, or to kiss Chrissy or to lick and suck Chrissy’s nipples.

And just as suddenly as the laughter bubbled up, Cindy felt the pangs of loss. She felt the horrible, sinking emptiness inside from losing Chrissy, losing Chrissy’s love and friendship. Gently, Cindy pulled Alana against herself.

“I, I do want you, but not tonight,” Cindy whispered softly into Alana’s ear. “Please, please, for right now? Just, just hold me, okay? Please?”

“I, I do something wrong?” Alana asked, beautiful eyes wide with worry.

“No, oh no Sweetheart,” Cindy whispered, the emptiness inside threatening to burst.

The morning sun was high in the sky when Cindy woke up. Facing her was a soundly sleeping Alana. The nude girl clutched the bedraggled teddy bear tightly to her chest. Cindy smiled at the innocent, peaceful look on her hostess’s face.

The need to pee was urgent but Cindy took a moment to admire Alana’s beauty. Finally, she could not tarry any longer and wiggled over to the far side of the bed; Alana was boxing Cindy in. Walking around the bed, Cindy saw that her clumsy maneuvers had roused Alana.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” Alana worried, sitting up in the bed.

“Need to pee,” Cindy assured Alana.

“Oh. Oh! Me too,” Alana realized and wiggled out of the bed.

Cindy did her business and washed her hands. Faintly, she heard another toilet flush. Patting her hands dry, Cindy wondered where her purse was; she had a horrible case of bed head. She used her fingers as best as she could and finally shrugged at her own reflection.

“Now, how you give a teddy bear a lap dance?” Alana demanded, standing at the foot of the bed, looking at Cindy’s teddy bear.

“Okay, let’s see,” Cindy said and fiddled with Alana’s clock radio.

Cindy found the hip-hop station from Baton Rouge and turned the volume up slightly. She then jerked the teddy bear out of the bed and positioned him against the tall dresser in the bedroom. The bear’s bottom had been weighted down with several pounds of sand in some plastic bags so it balanced fairly well. Alana sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Cindy danced, wiggling her nude buttocks against the bear. Another hip hop song began and Cindy whipped around and rubbed her breasts across the bear’s velour torso. With a sassy smile, Cindy again whirled around and rubbed her bare buttocks against the front of the bear, slowly lowering herself until she was sitting in the bear’s lap. Just as she hand done to Alana, Cindy ground her buttocks against the bear’s crotch. Twisting around again, Cindy wrapped her legs around the bear’s waist.

“Huh,” Alana let out a long grunt as Cindy simulated humping herself on the bear’s crotch.

“Pretty much it,” Cindy smiled, standing and giving her bear an affectionate hug.

“I, let’s see,” Alana said and approached her nightstand. “This, I turn this off? I, I really don’t like…”

“Please,” Cindy agreed. “Got to listen to all that noise every night.”

Alana did turn the music off. Then she rummaged around in her nightstand’s top drawer.

“I, I seen this in a video?” Alana babbled an excuse as she dug a box from the drawer. “So I ordered it? I, it’s never, look, the box ain’t never been opened and…”

Cindy’s eyes widened at the sight of the box in Alana’s hands. The box’s plastic window showed Cindy the flesh colored strap-on vibrator. Alana ripped the tape securing the lid of the box and she struggled to remove the phallus from the box.

“Here; swear, you got to be a rocket scientist get those things out,” Cindy said and took the box from Alana’s hands.

“And, why are you showing, what are you going do with this: Cindy wanted to ask Alana as she managed to untwist the sturdy plastic tie that held the large web belt from the plastic backing.

“Okay!” Alana crowed and grabbed the now freed phallus from Cindy’s hands.

Cindy looked at Alana’s very cute buttocks as Alana squatted down in front of the humongous bear. She then gasped as Alana wiggled around, affixing the cock to the bear’s waist and legs.

“And…” Alana said, standing and presenting the bear with a flourish of her hand. “…now you can really give Mister Big Bear a lap dance!”

Alana had cinched the web belt around the bear’s waist while the two shorter web belts around the bear’s legs held the phallus in place at the bear’s crotch.

“I, oh my God; Robert Brown would have a fit I showed up with that!” Cindy enthused.

Humming an approximation of the hip hop song, Alana now danced, rubbing her nude body against the large bear. Cindy smiled; Alana was a terrible dancer. Her movements were jerky, not erotic at all as she rubbed her breasts then buttocks against the brown fir. With an elated giggle, Alana ceased her clumsy dancing and grasped Cindy’s hand.

“Oh, it’s a good thing I Scotch-guarded that thing,” Cindy said, her crotch becoming wet at she gaped at her sexy bear and her bear’s large cock.

“You like pineapples?” Alana asked suddenly, pulling her long sleeved tee shirt on. “And grapefruit?”

“I yeah, they, that thing what sized batteries it take?” Cindy asked, picking up the small remote control device.

“I don’t know; there’s a whole bunch of them in the junk drawer,” Alana said, pulling some flip flops onto her small feet.

Cindy wiggled into her half shirt and denim shorts and followed Alana from the room. Her pumps made a ‘click clack’ accent to the ‘slap-slap’ of Alana’s flip flops on the wooden stairs.

“My first night here?” Alana said as she reached the bottom landing. “Had socks on? They’d just waxed the stairs? My feet went out from under me and I went down a whole flight of stairs on my butt.”

“Ow!” Cindy said in sympathy.

“Ow is right!” Alana agreed, entering the kitchen. “I usually just have a big bowl of this; I really don’t know how to cook or I’d do us some omelets or waffles or something.”

“You want waffles?” Cindy asked, looking around the kitchen with interest.

“You know how make waffles?” Alana asked hopefully.

“Nothing to it,” Cindy smiled. “For a kiss, I’ll make you the best waffles you ever had.”

Alana did not hesitate in giving Cindy a deep, passionate kiss. Alana giggled when Cindy’s hand caressed Alana’s buttock before giving Alana’s buttock a gentle slap.

“Ow!” Alana playfully complained.

Twenty minutes after entering the kitchen, Cindy and Alana sat to eat their warm waffles. Cindy had located a bag of frozen blueberries in the freezer and had made a blueberry syrup to go with the fluffy waffles.

“I need hire you come be my cook,” Alana said, spooning the blueberry syrup onto her waffles.

“Uh huh; think you can afford me?” Cindy teased.

“Not if I had pay what you’re worth,” Alana said. “Um! Oh, this, this is so good.”

“You are just too sweet,” Cindy thought as she watched Alana eating the breakfast.

Alana was a messy eater; Cindy had noticed this fact the first night they’d met. Getting to her feet, Cindy wet a paper towel in the kitchen sink and returned to gently dab at Alana’s face. She softly kissed the top of Alana’s blonde head before returning to her own seat.

“Okay, let’s see what batteries…” Alana said when she finished eating.

Wash your hands,” Cindy ordered.

Alana skidded to a stop and grabbed the wet paper towel. Dutifully, she wiped her hands then jerked open a kitchen drawer.

“Think, that thing’s not big enough take D’s, huh?” Alana asked, pulling out a package of D Cell batteries.

“No, sincerely doubt it,” Cindy said, gathering their plates. “Either C or double A,”

“Hmm, okay,” Alana said, digging out three packages of batteries. “Oh! Got some nine volt too; you don’t think…”

Alana impatiently helped Cindy clean the kitchen. A soft kiss did quiet Alana’s complaints for a moment. Then they trooped up the two flights of stairs to the third floor bedroom.

“Might as well leave these up here,” Alana admitted, putting the three packages of batteries onto her night stand.

“Oh? How many toys you got?” Cindy asked, half-teasing.

“I got…” Alana said, pulling the top drawer of her nightstand open.

“Alana, I’m kidding. I don’t need to know how many toys you got,” Cindy said, putting two C Cell batteries into the remote control of Mr. Bear’s cock. “And…”

“Oh!” Alana let out a groan as the eight inch phallus hummed and buzzed to life.

“Oh is right!” Cindy agreed, gripping the buzzing toy in her hand. “Damn! Makes me wet just…”

“You want to?” Alana asked hopefully.

Cindy looked at her friend for a moment. She then dropped her shorts to the floor and lay the bear on the carpeted floor of Alana’s bedroom. Flinging her half shirt to the side, Cindy straddled the bear and brought her wet slit down to rest on the buzzing, humming toy.

“Oh, oh yes!” Cindy hissed as the fat toy speared her inner lips, pushing them apart.

“I, oh, oh I got to…” Alana hefted the hem of her tee shirt up, exposing her own blonde pussy.

Cindy shuddered as she managed to work all eight inches of the strap-on phallus into herself. She heard a second buzz begin and looked over to see Alana working a fat vibrator into herself.

“Oh, oh my God, this, oh man,” Cindy grunted, coming close to orgasm as she watched Alana’s puffy inner lips parting to accept the fat toy in Alana’s hand.

After her second orgasm, Cindy switched the control for the strap-on phallus to ‘Off’ and weakly dismounted from her bear. She knee walked to where Alana bounced up and down on her own vibrator. Cindy groped Alana’s breasts through the tee shirt and kissed Alana’s gasping mouth.

“Need, you need, I want do you,” Alana panted, then screeched in orgasm.

Cindy pulled Alana onto the bed and helped Alana out of her tee shirt. After sucking a passionate kiss from Alana’s lips, Cindy arranged them into a side by side sixty nine. When Cindy raised her left leg, Alana’s mouth descended onto Cindy’s splayed, puffy lips.

“Mmph! Augh!” Cindy grunted as Alana’s fingers opened Cindy’s lips and Alana’s tongue probed deeply into Cindy’s depths.

Cindy also parted Alana’s lips and waggled her tongue. She thrust two fingers into Alana’s sex and lapped at Alana’s essences while Alana’s tongue and fingers produced ripples through Cindy’s body.

“Mm augh, oh God!” Alana screamed out when Cindy sucked on Alana’s clitoris.

“Ack! Augh yes!” Cindy cried out when Alana’s teeth and tongue tickled Cindy’s clitoris.

“Oh God yes, oh, oh God!” Alana whooped when Cindy shuddered in orgasm.

Alana licked and sucked at Cindy’s drooling slit as Cindy bucked and grunted in orgasm. Each time Cindy was about to cease, Alana would again tease Cindy’s clitoris while thrusting three fingers deep inside of Cindy. The constant stimulation was driving Cindy mad.

“I love you,” Cindy heard Alana whisper.

Cindy came to, lying with her head on Alana’s naked breast. Alana’s fingers combed through Cindy’s tousled blonde hair. Cindy felt Alana’s lips at the top of Cindy’s head, then another declaration of love.

“Love you too,” Cindy smiled and kissed Alana’s lips.

Showering together was wet, soapy fun. Neither one became very clean, but it was fun. Alana learned how much pleasure her soft washcloths could produce when rubbed across excited nipples and along an unsuspecting anus.

With Cindy’s insistence, Alana put together an outfit of simple pink blouse and jeans. Cindy nixed the long sleeved black tee shirt and gray sweat pants Alana first put on.