With you…

NOTE: This was inspired by Jessica Simpson’s song by the same name. Again, thanks Jess! Don’t blame me, the damned CD is on auto-play on my computer. Don’t poke fun! I mean it!

NOTE2: And this doesn’t follow the song, nor does it make real sense. So let me explain a little…The song is about being yourself and making someone so comfortable that they can be themselves around you. That’s what this story is all about. That comfort of knowing someone so well that you can do anything with them.

In slow motion Sue reaches up and wipes the sweat from her brow. She takes a deep breath and bends over. Didi’s hands slide between her legs. The tension is unbearable. Determined to make good on her promise to make Didi scream with delight, Sue focuses on the task ahead. Didi’s hands come to rest between Sue’s legs as she gets into place.

Her heart is pounding hard against her chest. This is it, it’s now or never. With the sun on her back, tanning her shoulders, she can smell the grass all around her. She looks down at Sue’s back and wiggles her fingers. She anxiously awaits the word and stares straight ahead. She knows what’s coming and she’s ready. With a quick flick of her wrist and a mumble, they’re off.

Didi’s head is swimming with thoughts, “Find it, find it. Where is it? Come on, Didi. Fuck!” Without a second thought, her fingers instinctively find their target. “Now I know what I’m doing. Slow, take your time.”

Sue’s heart is pounding, her head is tossing from side to side, her toes gripping the ground under her feet with urgency. Her mind is reeling, too, but on a more repetitive phrase, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

And then Didi feels it, the release. She sucks in a breath and waits. Seconds that feel like years pass before she hears Sue’s scream.





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