#ItDoesn’tChafe

Part XII

‘Iiieeeeeee! Baaaabes! Rub my leg! Rub my leg! Cramp! Cramp! Cramp! Oh my god, I’m gonna die!’

Max was on high alert when her girlfriend had started screaming in the middle of the night and now was having trouble keeping a straight face. ‘You wuss! No pain, no gain!’ She was rubbing the obvious hard knot in her partner’s leg muscles vigorously, whilst she saw her stretching out her big toe towards her nose, to make the tendon pull the calf muscle into submission again.

As she was rubbing the leg vigorously, she was tempted to tickle her between her legs and have a little fun. She was helpless currently.

‘Not fair! Don’t! Really, if I cum now and the leg cramp is still there whilst my belly starts cramping. .. oh my god. .. I’ll die!’ Max grinned at her evil-ly. And kept rubbing her leg. And between her legs with her other hand. ‘Babes!’ ‘What? I’m rubbing your legs! Like you asked. Begged me to even.’

Ronnie didn’t know whether she was coming, cumming or going. The pain, the tickling and sensuous touches, it was getting too much. She hugged her teddy, focused on the leg and prayed to god for it all to end soon. It did. Not in the way she expected though. She came. Massively. And the endorphines from the orgasm, calmed the cramp in her leg.

Max saw it had worked. She kissed Ronnie on the lips as she was still shuddering in the afterglow. ‘Who’s the best girlfriend ever?’ ‘You’re horrible!’ ‘But you love me?’ ‘But I do love you!’ Ronnie cuddled into her and turned around again to cuddle her teddy, so she became the middle spoon.

‘Did you eat enough proteins? Did you drink enough sportsdrinks? You did overdo it on the treadmill, didn’t you?’ Ronnie nodded. ‘I pushed 5 min’s at 10kph. It was so easy to get into the rhythm. It was so nice. My legs. .. oh my god. The cramp!’

Max hugged her tightly from behind and pushed her own groin into Ronnie’s bum. ‘So ehm. . now that we’re awake anyway. .’ ‘No no, I’m a wuss and no pain, no gain someone said. I’ll make you suffer.’ Ronnie giggled mischievously with her mouth on the head of the teddy. She wiggled her bum on Max’ crotch, only making things worse there. ‘You’re horrible!’ ‘But you love me?’ ‘But I do love you indeed!’ Max replied.

Ronnie turned around and faced Max, kissed her and then slipped down the single silk sheet they’d been sleeping under. Her tongue trailed from Max’ chin down to between her breasts and then to her right nipple. That one was a bit more sensitive then the left one. She played with it. Suckling it, stabbing it with her tongue. Her hands in the meantime were tickling Max’ clit that had popped outside the hood and wanted attention. Max bucked her hips into Ronnies hand, to get off faster.

As she did so, she hugged Ronnie closer and tighter into herself. When she squished her breasts into Ronnies’ Max noticed that it felt different. Despite being very close, she cupped Ronnies breasts and kneaded them. ‘Babe. . I think your breasts have gone down half a size?’ ‘Yeah. . blame the treadmill. Adipose tissue is the first to go. Not lactating, ya know. Easiest to strip and burn the fat away from there.’ ‘Oh noes, not the boobies!’ As she said that, she was just pushed over the edge and started cumming, whilst laughing at the inopportune timing of her earlier silly remark coinciding with her orgasm.

As she shuddered and was floating on a cloud of unfortunately temporary bliss, she looked Ronnie in the eyes. ‘I’m going to feed you. Make sure these beautiful boobies don’t go away. If I wanted a boy to make love to. ..’ ‘What? You’d ask Jim?’ Ronnie quipped. ‘He does have big packages. We’ve seen that.’ She grinned. Ronnie couldn’t keep a straight face and burst out in laughter. ‘You’re bad!’ ‘But you love me.’ ‘But I do love you.’

They cuddled into each other and luxuriated in the afterglow, till they fell asleep contentedly. The next morning Ronnie woke to the smell of baked halloumi, for breakfast. And a caprese salad with extra thick slices of mozzarella. ‘You weren’t kidding when you said you’re going to feed me.’ ‘Secretly I’m a chubby chaser.’ Max replied, tickling Ronnie’s non existent tummy fat. ‘I could get used to this. .’ ‘As long as your boobs stay in shape, I’m happy to bring you hearty breakfasts in bed every morning.’ ‘Gotta protect the boobies!’ ‘Yass!’

Concluded (for now) in part XIII