'Creeaaakkk'
Debbie sat bolt upright in bed.
What was that? Is someone downstairs?
Did someone break in?
She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, it was midnight; midnight, she was alone and there was someone in the house.
Vikki isn't due back until Friday. What if it's a burglar?
I'm sure I locked everything before… I'm scared!
She pulled the blankets around her bare body as a shiver ran through her. If only Vikki was here. She would be downstairs by now, flashlight in hand, her warm contralto voice proclaiming she was turning the pit bull loose and she had a gun. Debbie grinned at the image in spite of her fear. Throwing a blanket around her shoulders, she stepped cautiously onto the cool wood floor, undecided as to what to do.
Should I call 911? What if it's just the house settling? They'll think I'm just another hysterical woman…
Debbie's heart sank as she looked at the empty cradle of the cordless phone. She had left it downstairs when she watched TV waiting for a call from Vikki, and her cell phone was downstairs in her purse on the kitchen counter.
I'm trapped up here…I'm trapped…get a grip, woman…what would Vikki think of me? I must be strong, like her. Protect myself, protect our home...
Debbie paced back and forth uncertainly, moving to open the bedroom door, backing away, pulling the blanket tightly around her. There had been break-ins and a home invasion in the redeveloping neighborhood where they lived, leaving them slightly on edge. Now trouble had come knocking and it was up to her to meet it head on.
Debbie opened the bedroom door slowly and peered out. Seeing no movement, she stepped back in the room. She took a robe from the closet and slipped it on, not wanting to confront a burglar naked. She hadn't heard any other noises than the squeaking floorboard, but she was determined to look around downstairs. She suddenly felt in charge, not dependent on Vikki to help her.
I need a weapon…I know…Vikki's golf clubs...
She went into the closet and rummaged in the golf bag, removing a large club she remembered as a 'Driver', and began creeping down the dark hall towards the stairs, swinging her weapon experimentally.
Look out Mr. Burglar, here I come.
Debbie barely stifled a shriek as she saw a shadowy figure coming up the stairs. She hefted the golf club in her hands, pulled back and swung wildly at the intruder. Her bare foot slipped on the stairs, the club missing its target and smashing into the plaster wall. Strong hands gripped her arms and a familiar voice screamed, "It's me, babe, It's me."
"Vikki, is that you?" Debbie squealed as her lover pulled her from the stairs into her arms. "I almost killed you. What are you doing home so early? What the hell do you think you're doing frightening me like that? If this is your idea of a joke, I don't think it's very funny. You scared the shit out of me. I oughta…"
She stopped for breath and saw the shocked look on Vikki's face. Tears welled in her eyes as her anger turned to relief. "Oh love, it's so good to see you…I was so scared. I missed you so…" She buried her face in Vikki's shoulder and began to cry.
"It's okay, darling, it's okay," Vikki said soothingly, stroking her hair. "I left the seminar early. I wanted to surprise you. I wanted you so much…" Debbie's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, her tongue seeking and gaining entrance in Vikki's mouth. Debbie lay back on the stairs, pulling Vikki to her as they kissed wildly, hands caressing the bodies they had longed to hold for so many days.
Debbie clawed at Vikki's blouse and bra as Vikki wiggled out of her skirt and panties, seeking the warmth of her partner's skin. Vikki pulled Debbie's robe open and rubbed her stiff nipples against her lover's, their tongues dueling and hips grinding together. Vikki tore her mouth away and gasped, "Baby…our bed…I want…"
"Nooooo," Debbie moaned, "Want you now…can't wait…please…"
Vikki growled deep in her throat, sliding down the steps between Debbie's spread legs, gripping her lover's firm ass. She fastened her mouth on the bare pussy and began to suck and tongue it greedily, purring in a frenzy of pent-up lust. Debbie clutched the railings with white-knuckled hands, thrusting against her lover's mouth, emitting little cries of pleasure as Vikki devoured her.
"Ahhhhhh…eat me baby…yesssss…" Debbie shrieked as her orgasm ripped through her body, her thighs closing against Vikki's head, pulling her face closer to her gushing pussy. Vikki's mouth opened wide as the warm juices squirted down her throat, gulping and swallowing the rich flow of love honey from her sweetheart as she ate her to another orgasm. Debbie collapsed on the stars with a long sigh of satisfaction as Vikki laid her head on her partner's belly, licking the last tangy juices from her lips.
"Mmmm…so damn good…" Debbie purred, "I have wanted that for so long. I love you. Now get up here and sit on my face. I want to welcome you home."
Vikki scrambled eagerly up the stairs, kneeling on the step and lowering her dripping pussy to her companions wiggling tongue. Hips bucking, Vikki sighed in ecstasy as Debbie sucked and licked her bare pussy, hands gripping her ass, pulling her harder against her busy mouth.
"Ooooohhh…oooohhh…mmmm…" Vikki moaned as Debbie nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips, working two fingers into her partner's slick folds, twisting about in the velvet walls. Debbie's hot mouth found her partner's engorged clit, lashing it with her tongue as her fingers pumped in the gushing pussy. Debbie took a slippery finger and worked it into Vikki's puckered asshole, forcing a shriek from the auburn-haired woman's lips. Humping wildly on her lover's tongue and fingers, Vikki's back arched as she reached orgasm.
"Ooohhhhh…fuck meeee…" she howled, flooding her partner's face with waves of warm cum; filling Debbie's mouth as Vikki climaxed again, shuddered and slumped forward. Debbie embraced her as her breathing slowed.
"Now we go to bed," Debbie chuckled, helping Vikki to her feet. Spooned together under the blankets, Debbie said, "Don't you ever scare me like that again Vikki Gianella, I could have hurt you."
"I just wanted to surprise you, sweetie," Vikki replied tiredly. "Besides, you're great fuck when you're scared. My pussy still tingles."
Arms and legs wrapped together, the women were soon asleep. Vikki's last thought was of the fun they would have tomorrow with the toys she had bought.
***
Vikki's eyes fluttered open as the rays of the morning sun filtered through the drawn blinds, bathing the room in a soft glow. It felt wonderful to have Debbie in her arms again, their legs entwined and their bodies together. Vikki looked lovingly at the face of her sleeping partner; her blonde hair tousled, lips parted and her nose whistling as she breathed. Vikki resisted the urge to wake her with a kiss, already wanting her again.
I'll make her breakfast. That will be a nice surprise.
She carefully disentangled herself from Debbie, slipped on a robe and padded barefoot down stairs. Humming to herself, she prepared a meal of poached eggs, sausage, rye toast and coffee. Placing it on a bed tray, she returned to the bedroom to find her partner sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes.
"Vikki, you are here," Debbie said delightedly, "When I woke up alone, I thought I dreamed you'd come home last night…Ohhh, breakfast, that's so sweet."
Vikki set the tray before her lover, dropped her robe and slid in beside her. Chatting happily, they soon finished their meal and sat back against the headboard, sipping their coffee. "Now what about that surprise you talked about on the phone," Debbie said with a grin. "You were being so mysterious; I can only imagine what it could be."
"Imagine no longer," Vikki replied. "It's in my suitcase." She rose from the bed, set the bed tray on the bureau and opened her suitcase. Removing two large purple bags, she carried them back to the bed, sat down and placed them before Debbie. "Surprise," she purred, "I think you'll like these toys."
Debbie "ooohed" and "ahhhed'" at the assortment of vibrators and ticklers she removed from the one bag, grinning as she turned on each one and ran it along Vikki's leg, making her jump and squeal. Then she opened the other bag and removed the strap-on dildo. "Vikki, it's wonderful…and so big," she gasped, stroking the phallus, feeling the bumps and ridges on its length, pulling experimentally on the harness and the shorter dildo. "One for both of us," she murmured, "Let's try it out right now."
