#ItDoesn’tChafe

Part VIII

‘Oh my god. .. so it’s going to be one of those days. ..’ Ronnie muttered to herself. ‘Floofs! Out! All of you! Git!’ The floor was littered with shards of glass. She wasn’t even sure what had exploded. It was the square type of glass shards, so not overly sharp in all directions. Still sharp enough on some of the edges and points. The dogs looked guiltily whilst they slunk out of the kitchen. She’d check the Furbo later to see who was the culprit.

The next thirty minutes was spent vacuuming the whole floor and moving everything to make sure she’d gotten all the cracks and nooks and crannies that glass splinters could be hiding in, ready to slice up their feet or the dogs’.

And then. .. to add insult to injury, when she went outside to empty the bagless receptacle of the vaccuum it decided to disassemble midshake and fall into three sections. .. in the bin. . that was filled with a certain amount of dog poo. ‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck my life!’ The next five minutes was spent hosing off the receptacle part. And herself. To get rid of errant suspect splashes.

‘Mommy loves you gits, but if I find out who did this. ..’ She said threathening the subdued pack. Some nervous tails were swished. By the time she’d cleaned the kitchen, herself, the garden, she was an hour on. When she dropped exhausted on the bed, she apped Max. She’d found the clip on the Furbo feed and identified the culprit. She sent the video to Max. ‘Guess how I spent my last hour?’ ‘Oh no bbs. U all OK?’ ‘Yeah, no one got hurt. Just loooots of cleaning. Going back to sleep now. I’m bushed.’ ‘Sweet dreams. Love U.’

Later that evening, during dinner Ronnie told Max: ‘Babes, I’m going to jail tomorrow.’ Max stood up and started running to the bedroom. ‘I’m going to kill him!’ ‘Nooo! Don’t hurt Teddy!’ It was one of their running in-jokes. Max’d blame Teddy for having filed charges against his mom, for abusing him. And then Ronnie’d defend him. ‘Nooo, don’t hurt Teddy! He’s an innocent soul.’ ‘I’ll show him! Locking up my girlfriend. If he thought his life was hell between your legs, just wait and see what I’ll do to him.’ And then Max usually tended to get descriptive, about lurid sex acts that she’d perform on the teddybear. She had a very active imagination. Ronnie hadn’t yet caught her on a repeat performance.

Then came the victim blaming. She’d say that the teddy had liked it. She’d seen him. The sheen in his glassy eyes. The grin on his face. Ronnie ate it up, sitting with the teddy defensively in her lap, crosslegged on the bed. In another life Max would have made a good criminal lawyer or prosecutorial advocate. She certainly had the fervor. And the sexy body. She’d likely melt some ice cold stern judges’ views on what was or wasn’t permissible.

Ronnie continued what she started earlier. ‘I asked Fred to check in on the dogs, if I’m not back or have given him a call by 14:00. You’re home at your regular time right?’ ‘You expecting trouble?’ ‘No, not with mine. But when I spoke to the warden about bringing my meds with me and having a guard keep an eye on me, in case I do conk out, he said the atmosphere was heating up. He’s usually happy go lucky. But he sounded tense.’ ‘Do you have to go?’ ‘Yeah, his hearing is in three days. Best to get this one done. I’m not expecting trouble from his end.’ ‘I don’t like it when you go there.’ ‘I know.’ Ronnie bumped her head against Max’. ‘I’ll be OK. I’ve seen enough prison exploitation movies. I won’t bend over in the shower.’ She giggled. ‘You better not! That ass is mine!’

‘So. . what you wearin?’ ‘Can I borrow your silk shirt? And skirt?’ ‘Want my panties too?’ ‘Only if they smell of you.’ ‘You’ll have to wear something over that shirt. If you don’t your bra will show.’ ‘Yeah, got that covered. Just doing the jacket and not taking it off. Unless I meet a nice girl. Or guard.’ Max fake swatted her head. ‘Don’t go raping your client pool. You still make more then me. We need your income to pay for the vet bills and massive food bills.’ ‘I’ll try and contain my ardour. It’s hard though. So many unkempt, hard-staring, leering faces. Not sure if I’ll manage.’

‘So ehm. . should we finish dinner?’ ‘I’m staring at my dessert right now.’ Max eyed Ronnie hungrily. ‘What about the dogs?’ ‘They can wait till mommy’s finished eating out their real mom.’ Ronnie giggled as Max pulled away the teddy and attacked her venus hill like it owed her money. ‘Ooh Babes. . that’s so good.’ Ronnie trilled as Max lapped her with her hot flat yet very wet tongue on both sides, each time ending on her clit, tickling it with the tip of her tongue. She couldn’t resist pushing Max’ head deeper and forcing her to lick inside. She kept teasing though. The amount of self lubrication increased. It was slowly dripping out. Ronnie was acutely aware of this. It felt hot and lurid.

‘Think your prison girlfriend can do this?’ Max asked Ronnie between laps. ‘Shush! Lick me and I’ll pay your bail. I’ll suck the judge’s cock. I’ll get you out of jail. Just keep licking!’ ‘You have the best rates any lawyer ever quoted me.’ Max had propped herself up and kissed Ronnie on the nose and then dove back down, pushing Ronnie’s knees up, to get better access. She moaned. And squealed. And squeaked. ‘So close. Don’t stop. Please.’

Max put in some additional effort and made sure to stab her tongue as deep as possible. She used a finger as well. The inside of Ronnie’s pussy was all wet, hot and very pink. Definitely a lot of bloodflow going. As she felt Ronnie grind her mons into her face, she knew she’d hit her orgasm. She could feel the cramping and spasming in her vaginal walls. She relented and played gently, just stroking and blowing puffs of air to add to the excitement, but no harsh thrusting or anything. It sometimes overpowered Ronnie, who’d then literally started crying from sheer joy. When that happened Max always felt kind of awkward. Not sure how to react to a person crying in the throes of passion and weeping from love at the same time.

She went up and when Ronnie came down, breathing normally, she blew gently in Ronnie’s face. ‘What about second breath-fast?’ she said mimicking and simultaneously slaughtering the line from The Lord of the Rings. Ronnie started laughing out loud. ‘What? A fish course followed by another seafood course? What insanity is this?’ ‘This is Sparta!’ ‘You haven’t got the abs for Sparta!’ ‘Shush! Lay back or I’m getting the cuffs!’ ‘Oh noes officer Max. Please do not cuff me. I’ll be a good girl.’

(continued in part 9)