Two and a half hours ago, Sadie was praying to God, Buddha, and Mother Earth that she’d make it through the night without having a panic attack of epic proportions.
And now, here she was at the local Waldbaum’s, the McCormick family Honda parked haphazardly in the sprawling concrete lot outside. Sadie was pacing through the aisles in search of a package of extra firm tofu when her brunette lover brushed up against her shoulder playfully.
“Aaaand here we have fresh mushrooms, peppers, onions, broccoli and string beans,” she said, dumping the haul into Sadie’s shopping cart. “What else do we need, love?”
“Er—rice,” the lanky blonde replied, snapping her fingers as she realized that the tofu was sitting on a shelf right in front of her.
Though Sadie was a happy omnivore, she figured that tofu was the safest choice. She knew how to whip the bean curd into a crisp brown, oil-and-soy-sauce-coated explosion for the taste buds. And besides, she didn’t want to poison Abby’s immediate family with under-cooked chicken.
As Abby ran off to pluck a package of rice from the shelves, Sadie turned down the next aisle and dropped a bottle of soy sauce and a bottle of vegetable oil atop the pile.
“Do you trust me, Abby?” she asked as her older girlfriend returned with two packets of Uncle Ben’s two-minute rice (hungry times called for desperate measures). The 28-year-old brunette was a vision in her little black dress and smokey eyes, though she did have a knot sitting on the side of her head, which Sadie thought best not to mention right now.
“Only when there’s no alcohol around,” Abby responded with a wink.
Sadie rolled her brilliant emerald eyes at the cheeky remark and wheeled the increasingly populated cart down the baking aisle. “The Pillsbury Doughboy always comes through,” she said as she grabbed a box of cake mix and chocolate frosting and sprinted toward checkout.
Later that night:
“Sadie, that was délicieux! Delizioso! Gostoso!” Abby exclaimed as she nestled her head in Sadie’s fleshy shoulder nook.
“Oh, Abby, it was nothing,” the thinner woman said, running her fingers through her short golden locks.
In reality, it was most definitely something. When Abby returned to her parents’ house with Sadie, the blonde got straight to work slicing and dicing veggies, greasing pans, and sprinkling soy sauce over everything as she assigned Abby the task of preparing batter and lining cupcake trays.
A mere half hour after they started, Prue and Penny were fighting over the last scoop of stir fry as Sadie and Abby rose from the polished glass dining room table to frost and sprinkle cupcakes in the kitchen.
“You know, my family devoured that meal,” Abby replied, planting a firm kiss on Sadie’s cheek. As Sadie wiped red lipstick off her face with the back of her hand, Abby continued, “My family adores you as much as they enjoyed your food. You were incredible tonight, love.”
Not to mention incredibly sexy. It took all of the willpower Abby could muster up not to mount her green-eyed lover right on her mother’s antique dining room table.
“Where did you learn how to make that, and why haven’t you made any of it for me?” Abby asked, pouting.
“I watched my mom cook when I was younger,” Sadie said, not meeting Abby’s eyes, a signal to Abby not to press further. Sadie’s mother had been killed in a tragic car accident when Sadie was just 11, and she still had trouble opening up about it.
“You know, Abby, you don’t have to be so perfect all the time,” Sadie said, massaging her lover’s neck. “I know you’re probably still beating yourself up over being late and forgetting to call in dinner, but it happens. It’s understandable. You work so hard and you put so much pressure on yourself. You need to relax, okay?”
“Yeah,” Abby responded, pressing her ear against Sadie’s chest to catch the rapid pounding of her lover’s heart through her racer-back tank.
“I mean it,” Sadie said, gently nudging her bra-and-panty-clad lover off of her chest. She pinned Abby down by her shoulders and ran her pink lips over the shorter girl’s full breasts and up to her neck, where she kissed, licked, and sucked the delicate skin.
“Mmmh,” Abby moaned as she brushed her fingers over her throbbing pink clit.
“Rub it,” Sadie commanded, momentarily removing her hands from Abby’s shoulder to remove the older woman’s lace thong and bra.
Abby mumbled in protest, but Sadie pressed an index finger against her girlfriend’s pursed red lips and said, “Relax, love. Let me take the helm for once.”
Abby sighed and did as she was told, massaging her delicate clit as Sadie squeezed, bit, and sucked her hard nipples.
Five minutes later:
Sadie struck her curvaceous girlfriend’s exposed clit with a leather fly swatter. Now that the tables were turned, she was going to make her love plead for a thorough fucking— and plead she did.
“Fuck me! Please, fuck me,” Abby cried, panting heavily, her brow slicked with sweat and arms tugging against the furry red handcuffs that bound her to the wooden bedposts.
Sadie ran her tongue down Abby’s chest and stomach, landing on her pulsating pink bud, where she licked, sucked, flicked, and massaged until Abby flooded the bed with warm juices.
“Oh my god. Mmmmh. Sadie, oh my god,” Abby cried as her legs spasmed and her body shot up toward the very height of pleasure and then glorious release.
Abby shook as she processed the aftereffects of her orgasm, then quieted and drifted into a euphoric daze. Sadie bit Abby’s inner thighs, snapping her back to reality.
“Oh god, Sadie,” Abby squealed in shock and pain as her girlfriend’s bites got progressively harder as she moved toward her neck.
“I don’t know about you, but those cupcakes weren’t nearly as satisfying as I thought they’d be,” the boxer-clad blonde said playfully.
Sadie reached over to the dresser and grabbed Abby’s favorite navy silk scarf. She tightened it around Abby’s head and rummaged through the nightstand for a pair of handcuffs.
Once her bare lover was properly bound, the blonde lead her into the kitchen, dodging a sleepy Zane on the way. Sadie pushed Abby over the kitchen table and stared at her girlfriend’s tan bottom. She cupped her hands over Abby’s perky ass and knelt down, determined not to let nerves get the best of her. She could do this, she decided. She had longed to do this, ever since a past flame named Melissa positioned the blonde on all fours atop their Queens motel room mattress, where she’d lick, suck, and penetrate Sadie’s exposed asshole with her tongue. Sadie was a mere 22 to Melissa’s 40 at the time, but M always made it a point to offer Sadie a generous supply of pot and chips.
But this time, there was more at stake than a week’s worth of dope.
“Abby, I’m going to try something different tonight,” Sadie said, carefully separating Abby’s cheeks to expose her tender hole. “If anything feels wrong, say ‘pineapple’, okay?”
“Mmmmh,” Abby mumbled, loosening her muscles as she felt the tip of Sadie’s tongue circle her opening. Sadie tickled and sucked her pink asshole, finally inserting the tip of her tongue into it.
Abby hadn’t felt so defenseless and so free in a long time. Sadie continued to lick and flick as she squeezed and smacked her lover’s fleshy bottom.
Abby moaned in pleasure. Though she wished she could toy with her wet pussy, she enjoyed being completely at the mercy of her leggy blonde lover.
After licking Abby’s opening one final time, Sadie rose, picked a pillow off the sofa, unlocked the handcuffs, and turned her gasping girlfriend over. She lovingly placed the pillow beneath Abby’s head and stroked the trimmed black hair over her pussy.
“I think someone liked that,” Sadie said as she pulled her middle and index fingers—now slicked with juice—out of Abby’s warm pussy. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, Sadie, please give me more,” Abby responded, squeezing her erect nipples and feeling the wetness between her legs.
“I can’t hear you,” Sadie teased as she chuckled with delight. Being dominant was a lot of fun—she could get used to this.
“YES, Sadie. Please fuck me.”
“Where?” Sadie asked playfully, inserting her wet index finger into Abby’s tight asshole.
“Mmmh, in the pussy,” Abby responded, her hole enveloping Sadie’s finger.
“I’ll be right back,” Sadie said.
Zane gave her a curious look as she darted off into the bedroom, wondering how his blonde owner could find anything else more exciting than paying attention to him.
Sadie pulled opened the bottom dresser drawer and sifted through their plastic toy chest, removing a sterilized black dildo and the harness that Abby typically used to fuck her after an erotic spanking. The black dildo was fat and long, but Sadie knew that Abby, who typically preferred a trio of fingers to a silicone dildo, was horny enough to take it.
Sadie returned wearing the strap on, which she adjusted several times for fit, and stood over Abby. The taller girl pinched her exposed girlfriend’s nipples and ran her fingers along the toned woman’s flat stomach before carefully inserting the dildo into her lover’s expanding pussy. Sadie held Abby’s left hand with her own and grasped the older woman’s hip with her right hand as she thrusted—slowly at first, and then with a steady pounding.
“Faster! Faster! Oh my god,” Abby screamed with pleasure as Sadie pumped.
Sadie spread her lover’s labia and massaged her erect pink clit beneath.
“Ohhh. Mmmh. Ahhh!” Abby cried as her body tensed, tightened, and climaxed for the second time that night.
“Oh my god, Sadie Ann Sawyer,” Abby said, removing the blindfold to meet her lover’s eyes. “What would I ever do without you?”