#ItDoesn’tChafe

Part VII

Ronnie was seated on the floor, on a thick blanket, sitting between Max’s legs. They were watching some Netflix series, or rather they were supposed to be watching it. Max’ attention was in Ronnie’s hair, brushing it and making a long braid. Ronnie was playing with the dogs, disappearing tennisballs between the two of them, confounding the dogs.

When the braiding was finished Max leaned forward and hugged Ronnie. ‘I’m so tired. Wanna go to bed early tonight?’ Ronnie leaned back into Max and nodded her head in silence. ‘OK kids, time for beddy bye bye.’ The dogs knew the drill, they went to the yard and did their business and were ready to join their moms in the bedroom quite fast after.

Max had the honor of having to clean up, fortunately they all had dry stools, so it wasn’t so bad. Good food mattered. When she came to bed, Ronnie was already laying on top of the duvet. It was still too hot to sleep under them. The bear was as per usual stuck between her legs and her chin. She was reading something on the tablet.

‘Whatchadoin?’ She asked with the uptick like from Phineas and Ferb. ‘I’m checking the weather forecast for tomorrow. I want to take Ronin to the sheep. See how they’re doing, check on the lambs.’ ‘You sure? I mean, sure you should, but driving? On your own? To the middle of nowhere?’ Max looked at Ronnie worried.

‘I promise to take it easy. No strenuous stuff. Just a quick inspection.’ ‘You know how that goes. You’ll find a hole in a fence. It’ll need mending. And then 20 minutes later I’ll find you lieing under a generator, covered in oil AND sheep poo. Cause as long as you were there anyway.. .’

‘I’ll check in with you once I get there and update you 20 minutes later? OK?’ Max relented. Ronnie needed this. Despite her being a free spirit, her life did revolve around the dogs. And by extension the sheep, which they basically kept for the dogs. She was a frigging legal scholar. Had her own clientbase. And if any of them ever found out she spent the last six weeks traipsing around naked, they’d never take her seriously again. For now they were in awe of her intellect and legal opinions.

‘You’re a smart cookie. I trust you.. . Just not with teddybears though.’ Max tugged the teddy out from her legs and ran to the living room. Ronnie chased her. The dogs chased them both. The poor cat.. . who thought he had the living room to himself climbed on the cupboard on the wall. He complained. You scared me!

Max threw pieces of clothing that she got out of whilst running circles around the couch in Ronnie’s face. She dodged her when she got close, vaulting over the couch, much to Ronnie’s chagrin as she wasn’t back at that level of balance yet to do full on runs and vaults over the couch. ‘Kinsey! Look! I got mommy’s teddy!’ ‘Don’t you dare! Kinsey lie down! Good boy! Don’t ruin my good boy! If you ruin him, I’m.. I’m.. . I’m feeding him your favorite black panties!’ ‘You wouldn’t!’ ‘Wanna find out?’ Ronnie had used the temporary shock in Max to stalk her and dove headlong over the couch and grabbed Max and her teddy. She forced her down and pushed the teddy’s crotch in her girlfriend’s face. A muffled: ‘That smells lovely, a bit rank, but definitely like you.’ escaped from near the crotch of the bear. Ronnie looked at her mock offended. ‘Rank! Rank! I’m rolling in sheep poo tomorrow with Ronin! I’ll show you rank!’

They got up. Max noticed Ronnie wasn’t exhausted. This was good. She grabbed her hand and lingered on her pulse, to do a four second measurement. ‘Hey! You’re not my doctor! We’re related. You’re not allowed.’ ‘I can think of other ways to get your pulse, that would get me stricken by the disciplinary board.. ’ ‘Do tell?’ The dogs saw their moms cuddling on the blanket on the floor and knew this was going to take a while. They settled down.

Max pushed her index finger inside and found a vessel. It was very easy to locate. The pulse rate was strong and healthy. She told Ronnie that. Ronnie just looked at her with glassed over eyes. ‘What?’ ‘I said your pulse is OK.’ ‘Don’t stop.’ ‘OK.’ She tickled Ronnie at the spot where she’d just measured her a second ago. Ronnie clamped on her and thrust her hips in response to the tickling. She grabbed her bear and put it between them. The tickling, exhilaration of the chase and silliness and to be fair, the sheer amount of love between them, made her boil over soon. She hid her face in Max’ hair and shuddered as she floated on a sea of electrical impulses firing off in her lower body. Max held her tightly and enjoyed seeing and feeling Ronnie floating on the orgasmic waves.

‘Babes?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘What about going to bed early?’ ‘I think we succesfully failed at that task.’ They giggled as they curled into each other on the fuzzy blanket. They were too awake and too horny to go to bed.

(continued in part VIII)