Krista drove. Lorene sat beside her. Jackie sat in back. Krista did not pull out until Janets car left them space to pull out. I bet those two don’t go right home,” said Lorene.
“What makes you say that,” asked Jackie.
“Because both of them are hotter than a firecracker from working your bottom.”
“I‘ll never live that down,” said Jackie.
“Don’t give it a thought,” said Lorene. “No one will escape it for long. We’ll all get a taste next week or the week after.”
“I had no idea it would affect me like that.”
“Stands to reason,” said Lorene. “All that hand slapping draws more blood to the area. It has to make you hotter than hell.”
“My butt still burns like fire.”
“I think something else probably did too,” said Krista from behind the wheel.
“I’m so ashamed. Nobody’ but my husband ever watched me climax before. I never dreamed I’d do anything like that.”
“I’d say we might have had a bit too much wine to start with.”
“It was a damn good idea,” said Lorene. Euchre, by itself, was getting dull.”
“I made a horrible spectacle of myself.”
“Hope I come next week as nicely as you did,” said Lorene, “with an accent on the come.”
“Amen,” echoed Krista, “I could handle one of those.”
“Couldn’t we all?” agreed Lorene.
Krista slowed as she neared Jackie’s house. “It’s been quite an evening. How about coming across to my place for some coffee or whatever and we can shoot the shit some more.”
“Count me out,” said Jackie. Maybe another time. I’m going to soak this tender bottom in epsom salts and sleep on my stomach.”
“You’ll be surprised how much it has eased up by morning,” said Lorene.
“I hope so. I sit at a desk all day.”
Krista pulled up in front of the house. “Don’t fret about it. You know Liz came louder than you did.”
“No shit! I guess I was making so much noise I didn’t know what was happening with the rest of you.”
“Liz made no bones about it. Said she worked up to a really good one,” said Lorene.
Jackie opened the car door. The dome light came on. Very gingerly she eased herself from the car. She paused at the open window where Lorene sat. ”Just between you two and the gatepost, I had a great one too. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”
Not even an hour on a hard cock?” asked Krista.
“Well,” said Jackie, “maybe that.”
Krista pulled into the street and drove to the next block and the apartment building where she and Lorene lived on different floors. “It was a strange night.”
“Very fulfilling for Jackie and Liz,” said Lorene.
“I could use a little fulfilling myself,” said Krista.
“I caught that bit about an hour on a hard cock.”
“I’d settle for an hour on my vibrator, but the batteries are dead.”
“The story of my life,” said Lorene, “I could use a little Poon in my Tang or is it a little Tang in my Poon?”
“I don’t think I heard of it either way.”
“Just made it up,” said Lorene.
“Fine,” said Krista, “But it’s a hell of an idea.”
“Yeah.”
“I was wondering, What kind of a Tang do you suppose your Poon has got.?”
“A gal could get her ass slapped pretty good for asking questions like that.”
“She also might get a taste of Tang from somebody‘s Poon.”
“That’s possible?”
“Yeah.”
Krista pulled into the garage behind their apartment building. They walked to the elevator. She pushed five for herself and seven for Lorene. Want to stop for some coffee like Jackie turned down because she’d already done her coming?”
“You could come on up to my place,” said Lorene.
‘I could,“ said Krista but we’d be going right past mine.”
“Your vibrator’s full of dead batteries.”
“And your’s isn’t.”
“It’s broke.”
“Ain’t that a damn shame?”
“You ought to have your ass slapped,” retorted Lorene.
“I might say the same for you.” “I’d bet ten to one that our friends are at it right now.”
“At what?”
“Slapping ass. You could tell they were both hotter that hell when they left.”
“That makes them different from us?” asked Krista.
“I already admitted I was hornier that a freshly fucked fox in a forrest fire.”
“That’s good.”
Yeah. You say freshly flucked flox three time with out flocking up,” Laughed Lorene.
“I’m horny as a fleshly floxed fuck,” giggled Krista.
“Come on,” said Lorene, “This is your floor, You can make the coffee even if your virbator is broken.”
“It’s not broken, I said the batteries are dead. You can use it with a little elbow grease. It just won’t go buzz, buzz.”
“I need a good buzz, buzz,” said Lorene. “My poon needs a good buzz-buzz.”
Krista searched for her keys, found them and unlocked her apartment door. “How did we get on this subject, anyway?”
“Because we watched a couple of bareassed friends get their rocks off and all we got was worked up.”
“Thats true.” Krista took off toward the kitchen. “I’ll put on the coffee and then make myself comfortable. You just drop your things anywhere and relax.”
Lorene settled on the arm of a big chair. “What things?” she called after the retreating figure.
“Anything you want to drop.”
“Don’t mind if I do. This could turn into a damn good coffee snatch, I mean coffee clatch.”
“Whose snatch are you talking about?” asked Krista from the a room beyond the kitchen.
“Whose do you want to talk about?”
Krista came through the door stark naked. “Well here’s one for starters.”
Lorene stood. dressed only in brief panties. “I thought I should wait for my hostess to set the dress du jour.” She lowered the panties to reveal a totally bare mons. “Well here’s mine.”
“And a fine one it is too,” said Krista, “Bare as a newborn babe’s”
“I like it smooth.” said Lorene.
Krista looked down at her own trimmed and neatly shaped pussy tuft, “And I thought mine was in fashion.” “It is darling, it is. I love it.”
“This a night for revelations,” said Lorene.
“Night’s not over yet,” retorted Krista over her shoulder as she went to the kitchen for the coffee and returned with a tray holding two full mugs, creamer and sweetner.
