The weed was almost tart, and clean, and Gloria wished she could handle it. She was easily addicted to things, and she worked hard not to smoke weed or tobacco. Debbie was more confident. Debbie had her feet up, and was watching some basketball game on silent. “Bitch it’s been a minute. How you been?” “Good. I been good. You ?” “Dibbling and dabbling. Just doing what I gotta do. What took you so long? I thought you got in last night?” “Well I had to make a stop.” Debbie raised her eyebrow. “You get paid?” “Well I did….my pussy is still sore.” Debbie burst into hysterical laughter, as did Gloria. “I meant did you get some money?” “He wants me to work for him.” “Makes no kind of sense. All you’re good for is pussy anyhow.” “Well thanks, friend..” “You don’t get it. All you actually want is to fuck. You don’t have some deeper goals in this thing. Don’t lead people along. Doesn’t work.” “So I give him back the money?” “Detail. Point is you need to know it’s not your plan to clock a 9 to 5.” “Ok. What do you do for bread?” “I still get my child support, and I still have that royalty money from the songs I did. And sometimes my friends are friendly.” “So you don’t stress?” “I make sure I’m focused on getting money, but sometimes you run out of fucks to give. You would be surprised how little people care about you. You have to do it. Make sure you get yours.” Debbie took another drag on her joint and stood up. She wore a golden silk sarong, wrapped under her armpits and over her breasts. She was bare footed. She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, swigged some mouthwash, took off the sarong and sat on the toilet. When she was finished she stepped into the shower. Looking at her Gloria marveled. Debbie was still the same. Thick mane of red hair, creamy complexion, still clear, tight waist, broad hips, big breasts, broad shoulders, long, jaunty stride. She was free. Or seemed that way. She never complained. But maybe Gloria complained first. Maybe. Debbie lived by herself, with her son, and in her earlier life she had been an effective songwriter, who had the good fortune to partner with a good man who sorted her out financially. That one decision had given her a degree of freedom which she took advantage of until today. In addition, she was good at keeping work and play separate. They had both played basketball together in high school, but Debbie was more point guard than a power forward like Gloria. She still maintained that thoughtful approach to life. Still careful, still plotting. Gloria always thought she could handle anything by hammering at it. Not true. “Do I have to ask?” Gloria walked over to the shower, and took her clothes off. She closed her eyes as they kissed. Debbie wasn’t as tall as her, but she was a great kisser, and she felt her head would explode. It had been a while, and somehow in this volatile world, a familiar tongue and body were sources of peace. It was going to be ok. For all Debbie’s brio, she was always gentle. Almost maternal, which was funny for the smaller woman. Gloria felt she could really relax. Like Debbie didn’t want anything from her but her affection. That affection was free. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy ached from the earlier ministrations of Tony and Jenny. After the shower they padded back into Debbie’s room, and lay on the bed, air drying. It was an old habit they had, of admiring each others bodies. Debbie still had a flat stomach, though her ass was a bit thicker than it used to be. Her pussy was waxed, and as she lay on her back Gloria came at her with some lotion, and started gently oiling her feet, then her shins, then her thighs. She opened her legs a crack, and Gloria started to work up, looking at her cleft, which slowly started glistening as Debbie got relaxed. Debbie pushed her legs all the way open. Her pussy was wine colored and thick, with a growing moisture as Gloria kept rubbing her inner thighs. “Ahhhh, keep sucking me there. Oh, keep that rough tongue on me. Oh God yes..” Gloria licked and sucked, lapping away at Debbie’s juices. “Tell me about your new man.” “I I I I don’t know why you assume I have a man.” Gloria reached into the bedside cabinet and pulled out a dark, polished wooden dildo. It was curved and lovingly oiled, with a rounded knob at the front, and a thicker body as one moved down from the front. She stroked it along Debbie’s left inner thigh. “I can tell you have a man, you’ve always loved dick.” She tapped Debbie’s clit with the dildo, first slowly, then faster. Debbie writhed. “This is torture, I mean… I have friends, I I have friends.” Debbie stuttered. This was the most fun. Trying to have a conversation when you wanted to just do anything other than talk. “ I try to stay in the flow of things, but I’ve….” She trailed off. Gloria had introduced the knob to Debbie’s pussy. She was slowly working it in and out of the pussy, an inch at a time. Debbie was writhing slowly, stroking her little red nipples. Her breasts were E cups, which on her 36 inch chest was a lot. They were firm but were true to gravity, and were a source of much attention for her. Gloria stroked the knob further inside, now stroking two inches at a time. “Bitch don’t torture me. Fuck me with that thing!” Gloria pulled it all the way out. “I’m just wondering what I’m missing out in Chicago. What would you do differently if you were me?” “Fuck.” Debbie sat up, reaching for the dildo. “No.” Gloria pushed her back down, and pushed it in again. Stroking her, rubbing its curved knob against the top of Debbie’s vagina. As she touched Debbie’s g spot Debbie froze, halfway sitting up. She lay back down again. Gloria sped up the pace, fucking her with the dildo. Debbie moaned. She writhed. She sat up and Gloria shoved her down. “Tell me you’ll never leave me.” Read more »