Chapter 9

“Yes ma’am, I’m sorry Miss Tiffany,” Ashley shuddered.

Tiffany again softly touched Ashley’s face. She kissed Ashley’s lips, then her throat, then her chest.

“Oh,” Ashley moaned in pleasure as Tiffany began to suckle her other nipple.

Tiffany found the texture of Ashley’s areole, her nipple to be rubbery. With her tongue, she was able to feel each wrinkle, the bump of Ashley’s crinkled areole. Tiffany could feel Ashley’s hard nipple flick back and forth as she rasped her tongue over it.

Tiffany could taste Ashley’s perfume. From the doorway of the den, she had not smelled Ashley’s musk perfume. Now, in the confines of the bedroom, her nearly nude body pressed against Ashley’s nearly nude body, Tiffany could smell the intoxicating aroma of the perfume. She could taste the bitter alcohol and chemical taste of the perfume on Ashley’s flesh.

“Oh, Tiffany,” Ashley moaned, shuddering in pleasure.

Tiffany almost laughed. It was obvious that Ashley was hoping to have her nipple bitten. Ashley was hoping for punishment.

“What’d I tell you?” Tiffany barked, then bit down on Ashley’s nipple.

“Ugh, oh God, oh Miss Tiffany, I’m sorry,” Ashley whined as Tiffany pulled Ashley’s breast away from Ashley’s rib cage.

“No, no, that was twice,” Tiffany snapped.

But Tiffany didn’t know what to do to ‘punish’ Ashley. She was not a dominant personality. This was her very first time playing the role of dominant. This was her first time with another woman.

When she had been younger and had used a bad word, Tiffany’s ‘Uncle Conrad’ had pulled her shorts and panties down and had slapped her on her buttocks, hard. Her mother had watched, face hard.

“Need to learn, don’t be saying them words,” her mother had said when Tiffany complained about her allowing her boyfriend to spank her.

“No, no, you need to learn,” Tiffany snapped, tugging at the waistband of Ashley’s pajama bottom.

“Yes ma’am,” Ashley meekly agreed, wiggling out of pajama bottom.

Sitting up, a stack of pillows behind her, Tiffany pulled Ashley across her thighs. She softly rubbed Ashley’s compact backside, marveling in the softness of Ashley’s flesh, the tautness of Ashley’s buttocks.

Tiffany could feel the heat emanating from Ashley’s pussy as she dipped her hand lower, down to where buttocks and thighs met. She could also smell Ashley’s excitement, a heady, musky smell.

The slap stung Tiffany’s hand. Ashley let out a whimper, then tensed, waiting for the next swat.

Tiffany was sure her hand hurt much worse than Ashley’s buttocks after delivering her tenth blow. She gently rubbed Ashley’s heated buttocks, entwining her fingers in Ashley’s curly hair.

“What is my name? What is my proper name?” Tiffany asked, jerking on Ashley’s hair.

“Miss Tiffany,” Ashley murmured.

“That’s right, my little Ash,” Tiffany agreed, continuing to rub Ashley’s buttocks.

Tiffany then dipped her hand between Ashley’s thighs and found Ashley’s wet slit. Ashley screamed and shook in orgasm when Tiffany suddenly thrust three fingers into Ashley’s pussy.

“Oh, my little Ash, did you just cum? Did you just cum without my permission?” Tiffany cooed, finger fucking Ashley through her grunting, thrashing orgasm.

“Oh God, it was just, Tiff, Miss Tiffany, I didn’t expect you to do that,” Ashley defended.

“Mm hmm!” Tiffany cooed. “Well, what do you think we should do about that, hmm?”

“I, I don’t know,” Ashley groaned as Tiffany pulled her fingers from Ashley’s pussy.

Tiffany brought the coated fingers to her nose and smelled them. She knew what her own pussy smelled like, tasted like. She’d tasted her own pussy on the cocks of her boyfriends.

Tiffany sucked her fingers clean and nodded her head in satisfaction. Ashley’s pussy had a heady, musky taste, but it was not a strong taste, it was not an unpleasant taste.

“My little Ash, do you like licking ass?” Tiffany cooed.

“Oh no ma’am, ass is dirty,” Ashley whimpered.

“If I tell you to lick my ass, really lick it good, get your tongue way up in there, are you going to say your safe word?” Tiffany asked, combing her fingers through Ashley’s thick curly hair.

“No ma’am,” Ashley admitted.

“And you’ll do a good job?” Tiffany asked, now raking her fingernails along Ashley’s scalp.

“Mm, yes ma’am,” Ashley cooed.

Tiffany pulled Ashley up by a handful of hair. She kissed Ashley’s lips then lightly bit down on Ashley’s bottom lip.

“You better lick my ass good, you hear?” Tiffany snapped, releasing her hold on Ashley.

“Yes ma’am, Miss Tiffany,” Ashley promised as Tiffany rolled onto her knees.

Ashley reached out and pulled Tiffany’s panties down to her knees. Then she kissed Tiffany’s buttocks. She nuzzled each butt cheek for a moment, also using her hands to softly, gently rub Tiffany’s compact backside.

Tiffany’s head was whirring, buzzing. There was a roaring in her ears that had been there from the moment she’d pulled Ashley to lie in bed with her. The pleasure Ashley’s touches and kisses were bringing to her had drowned out the buzzing and whirring in Tiffany’s head.

With Ashley’s hot breath blowing across her overheated flesh, though, with Ashley’s tender touches to her backside, the roaring was back with a vengeance.

“Ah!” Tiffany gasped out as Ashley’s tongue lapped at her tightly crinkled rosebud.

“Oh,” Tiffany moaned as Ashley used her hands to pull Tiffany’s buttocks apart, worming her tongue into Tiffany’s anus.

“Mm,” Tiffany moaned as Ashley’s tongue pushed into her.

“Mm,” Tiffany heard Ashley moan as Ashley’s tongue slobbered all around Tiffany’s anus.

Tiffany let Ashley lick and slobber over her anus for a moment before sitting back.

“My little Ash, have you learned your lesson?” Tiffany demanded.

“Yes Miss Tiffany,” Ashley agreed.

“No coming until I tell you, right?” Tiffany said, wiggling her panties down and off her legs.

“No ma’am,” Ashley said.

“Then come here, my little Ash,” Tiffany said and hugged Ashley.

Even though Ashley’s tongue had just been lapping at her back door, Tiffany still gave Ashley a passionate kiss. Her fingernails raked over Ashley’s large breasts, over Ashley’s concave belly, toward Ashley’s triangle of fur.

“You may come, my little Ash,” Tiffany whispered as she found Ashley’s wet pussy.

“Thank you, Miss Tiffany,” Ashley keened in orgasm as Tiffany fingered her wet pussy.

Tiffany fingered Ashley’s pussy through Ashley’s orgasm. She gently kissed Ashley’s gasping mouth, Ashley’s throat and shoulders.

“May I lick your pretty little pussy, Miss Tiffany?” Ashley gasped out.

“No, my little Ash,” Tiffany said. “We’re going to lick each other’s pretty little pussies.”

She pushed Ashley to lay on her right side, feet at the head of the bed. Tiffany lay on her right side, feet toward the foot of the bed. She used her hands to raise Ashley’s left thigh.

“Oh, and my little Ash?” Tiffany cooed as she blew warm breath over Ashley’s pussy. “You better not cum before I do, hear?”

Tiffany drove three fingers into Ashley’s pussy, corkscrewing the three fingers in Ashley’s tight pussy. She located Ashley’s fat clitoris and bit down lightly on the nub.

“Ugh, oh God, Miss Tiffany,” Ashley whined and began lapping frantically at Tiffany’s pussy.

Tiffany knew what pleased her; for all his faults, Glen was a good pussy eater. So, she did those things to Ashley’s pussy.

“Ugh, oh my God, yes,” Tiffany screamed out when Ashley sucked forcefully on Tiffany’s clitoris.

Ashley then drove two fingers into Tiffany’s spittle wetted anus and Tiffany screamed in orgasm.

A moment later, Tiffany felt her face become quite wet with Ashley’s forceful orgasm. She licked and sucked Ashley’s pussy, enjoying the texture, the taste, the smell of Ashley’s pussy.

After her second orgasm, Tiffany weakly shoved herself away from Ashley. She rolled onto her back, gasping.

“Was, did I do good, Miss Tiffany?” Ashley meekly asked.

“Oh yes, my little Ash,” Tiffany agreed.

After a long moment, Tiffany patted the bed next to her.

“Come here, my little Ash,” Tiffany quietly ordered.

Ashley quickly complied, Tiffany gathered the woman in her arms and gently kissed Ashley’s forehead, then nose, which made Ashley giggle, then Ashley’s lips.

“You did wonderful, my little Ash,” Tiffany purred.

Ashley woke up. She reached out and was disappointed to find out that she was alone in the bed.

“Oh. Of course,” Ashley said bitterly to herself as she plodded, nude from bed to bathroom. “It’s all right when it’s all dark and no one can see, huh? But in the light of day? ‘Oh, that was just, I was just curious, that’s all. It didn’t mean anything.'”

Ashley smelled bacon and coffee, so hurried through her morning routine. She found her pajamas and pulled them on, jammed her feet into her slippers and turned to leave the bedroom.

Then, cursing herself, Ashley paused to make the bed. She simply was unable to leave a bed unmade.

Ashley steeled herself for the rejection that was sure to come and marched down the stairs. Striding briskly across the hardwood floors, she ignored Lady as Lady prepared to pounce on a ball of yarn.

“Hey,” Tiffany smiled, turning from the stove.

“Hey, I don’t need…” Ashley went on the offensive immediately.

Tiffany wrapped her arms around Ashley and pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed Ashley’s lips, then opened her mouth and licked Ashley’s lips.

A thoroughly confused Tiffany held Ashley while Ashley sobbed. Ashley clung to Tiffany, soaking Tiffany’s camisole top with her tears.

“Okay, what was that all about?” Tiffany asked when Ashley’s tears were slightly under control.

Ashley chewed her way through her very well done omelet and tried to explain her fears to Tiffany. More tears came when Tiffany bent and kissed the top of Ashley’s head.

“You fired me,” Tiffany said, putting her own plate on the table.

“”Oh Jesus, Tiffany, I had no choice,” Ashley said.

“And I started to pack up my shit,” Tiffany said, using her fork to cut a corner of the omelet. “And I’m about half way through.”

Tiffany had emptied her closet into one large garbage bag and had started on the chest of drawers. The clown figurine wobbled slightly and Tiffany reached out to steady the clay statue.

The figurine wasn’t hers. She didn’t know if it was Amelia’s, or Amanda’s, or Ashley’s little clown figurine.

“I’ve got nothing,” Tiffany realized, sitting on her neatly made bed.

She had no towels. She had no plates, or bowls, or coffee mugs. She had no towels, or wash cloths; Tiffany didn’t even have her own laundry detergent.

In the ten weeks she’d been living in Ashley’s condominium, Tiffany had not been asked to contribute one penny to any of the bills. Ashley had even bought a jar of salsa that Tiffany had said she liked, but would not let Tiffany pay for the salsa.

“I got my pillow,” Tiffany told herself, reaching out and stroking the pillow.

“And I’ve got my Lady,” Tiffany said as the cat jumped up onto the bed.

She had nearly four thousand, five hundred dollars saved up as a result of Ashley’s generosity. But that forty five hundred dollars would not last long. First and last month’s rent, pet deposit, furniture, pots, pans, plates, forks and knives and spoons.

“I started packing all my shit,” Tiffany repeated.

“You did?” Ashley asked, finishing her omelet.

“Mm hmm,” Tiffany admitted. “But the clown on my dresser told me I needed to stay.”

“What? Oh, that clay thing?” Ashley asked. “That was, I made that when I was a little girl.”

“Mm hmm, and it told me I needed to stay; you’re my only friend, even if you did fire me,” Tiffany whispered.

She linked fingers with Ashley, looking into Ashley’s brilliant blue eyes. The two women leaned together and shared a kiss.

“And now, you’re my friend and my lover,” Tiffany whispered when their lips parted.

After cleaning the pan, after drinking the last cup of coffee, Tiffany pulled Ashley to the stairs.

“We, I want the curtains open this time,” Tiffany asked as they walked up the stairs.

“Oh yeah? Why?” Ashley smiled, opening the door of her bedroom.

“Because you’re so beautiful,” Tiffany whispered, suddenly shy. “I, I just, I just want to see you.”

With the curtains open, Miss Tiffany and Ash did not come into the bedroom. Instead, Tiffany and Ashley crawled onto the bed and kissed. Tiffany and Ashley undressed each other, kissing and nibbling as each inch of flesh was revealed.

“Tiffany! What, how’d you get that?” Ashley asked, seeing a bruise just under Tiffany’s left breast.

“Last night, when you were telling me to get out,” Tiffany whispered.

“Oh no! Oh Tiffany, Ashley wailed.

“Shh, shh, you didn’t do it on purpose,” Tiffany assured Ashley.

“I, I,” Ashley tried to say.

Tiffany pulled Ashley in for a hug. They kissed softly.

Neither woman was in charge as they touched each other. Neither woman was the dominant as they kissed, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Oh, Ashley,” Tiffany sighed as Ashley’s hot mouth suckled Tiffany’s nipple.

“Oh, Tiffany,” Ashley moaned as Tiffany’s fingers thrust into Ashley’s pussy.

They swung into a side by side sixty nine. Tiffany used her fingers to open the petals of Ashley’s pussy, then dragged her tongue through the wet folds.

“Oh,” Ashley shuddered as Tiffany’s tongue lapped at her pussy.

“Oh,” Tiffany shuddered as Ashley’s tongue rasped at her pussy lips.

With fingers and tongues, Tiffany and Ashley pleasured one another. Their orgasms were nearly simultaneous and they both cried out loudly.

Afterward, Ashley cradled Tiffany in her arms. She kissed Tiffany’s forehead, then pointed nose, and smiling lips.

Tiffany woke Ashley with a soft kiss and a gentle nudge. Ashley released Tiffany and watched as Tiffany’s cute little butt scampered away.

A moment later, Ashley heard Tiffany’s toilet flush, and realized, she had a half of a pot of coffee demanding release.

Ashley left her bedroom and found Tiffany again lolling on her bed. Ashley smiled and crawled onto the bed.

“You about ready go grocery shopping?” Ashley asked.

“Oh God, that?” Tiffany whined.

“Hey, we don’t have to,” Ashley said. We can do it tomorrow.”

“No we can’t,” Tiffany said, combing her fingers through Ashley’s thick hair. “I used the last of the eggs this morning. And we’re just about out of toilet paper.”

“Eggs, no big deal,” Ashley said, kissing Tiffany. “But toilet paper? Oh no, we need to go grocery shopping.”