This is the fourteenth story in the second "Freya and Friends" series. Getting near the end of this series. Time to start planning the next one!!
Anyway, I do want to mention that
RowWithFlow
has been helping me with health and fitness research (thank you so much for all of your assistance so far!). I also finally have an editor/sounding board,
Figjamkiss
. He has been filling my grammatical and spelling deficits. I cannot thank him enough. So, please give them both a huge round of applause for helping to bring this story to life!!!
If you'd like to start at the beginning of this series, check out:
I Will Love You Forever
If you'd like to begin at the very start of my Literotica journey, please click here:
The First Blowjob
Enjoy!
Love, Frey
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"I'm going to take Rio out to pee," Katie told Cynthia when they got home from the gym -- Cynthia's first official workout. "You go take a shower. Warm, but not too hot."
"Ugh. My arms and legs are starting to feel sore."
"That's why I want you to take a warm shower. Too hot can exacerbate any inflammation." Katie poked Cynthia's side. "And you're smelly."
"Is this my life, now? Working out and 'exacerbating inflammation' and sweaty smelliness?"
"It should have always been
our
life, but I let things slide," Katie answered. She hooked Rio to the leash and as she walked out the door said, "You'll grow to enjoy it."
Cynthia harrumphed and trudged towards the bathroom. She took off her damp clothes and threw them onto the floor, then turned on the shower. With stiffening legs, she carefully stepped under the warm water and sighed. She soaped herself up, rinsed off, and then stood there for a few minutes, eyes closed, head under the cascading water, thinking about how sore she was going to be and how unfun working out was.
She didn't even hear Katie slip into the shower behind her.
Cynthia was startled when she suddenly heard Katie ask, "Hey, sexy, do you need a hand?" Then she felt Katie's fingertips slowly slide down her tummy. "Or do you just need a finger or two?"
"Hmmm," Cynthia mumbled, with her head still under the shower. Cynthia spread her legs a little and Katie curled her middle finger in and slightly up. Standing behind her, Katie had a handful of Cynthia's plump pussy and started to caress her clit with her fingertip. Cynthia moaned lightly and leaned forward a little more, causing the water to splash down her back. Katie closed her eyes and simply relied on feel.
Her other hand navigated the familiar territory of Cynthia's small potbelly. It was cute and sexy, Katie had always thought, but it had to go. Cynthia was still young and not in any immediate danger of weight-related medical issues, but good habits needed to be instilled now for a lifetime of healthier living. Barely into her twenties, it may have been a slightly morbid thought, but Katie wanted both of them to live to a ripe old age together. And while Cynthia's cute little tummy
was
there, there was no sense in not enjoying it.
Feeling the pliably plush flesh, Katie softly massaged Cynthia's belly and could feel Cynthia's entire body shudder against her. Katie's left hand could feel Cynthia getting wetter, too, even under the rushing water of the shower. She laid her head against Cynthia's back and listened to the quiet moans vibrating through her as she flicked her lover's clit a little more forcibly.
"Oh, Katie-bear," Cynthia's words were slightly garbled under the running water. "Working out sucks, but I'm really enjoying the aftercare you give me."
Katie gave Cynthia's belly a little squeeze as she pressed her fingers against her lover's clit. "Anything to keep us both on track."
"This feels great, but I don't think I'm going to cum anytime soon."
"There's no rush," Katie assured her, holding her tighter under the soothing spray of warm water. "There's no rush at all."
"It has been nice having a little alone time as a couple," Cynthia mumbled, enjoying the feel of Katie's hand on her body and the feeling of Katie's pierced nipples pressing against her back. "I mean, I miss Freya and Alex, but they deserve their little getaway."
Eyes still closed, Katie smiled. "And you want to have sex with Alex again?"
"No..."
Slowly massaging Cynthia's pussy, Katie said, "I know that you do." Then a few moments later, added, "And you know that it's fine with me for you to think that." She smiled again. "And to actually do it."
Cynthia sighed. "You are an amazing woman, you know that?"
"You deserve anything that I can give you."
"Well, thank you for everything."
Katie fingered Cynthia's belly button. "Thank
you
. You know that you're the world to me."
Cynthia's tummy was always a huge erogenous zone for her, and she loved having it touched. She gave a tiny moan, then answered, "Same."
After another minute or two, Cynthia said, "Katie, hon, I hate to stop you, but the water's getting cooler."
"Okay. Have you washed up?"
"Yeah."
"Hop out, then. I think a cool shower may be good for me." Katie withdrew one hand from Cynthia's belly and the other from between her legs, then gently caressed her ample ass. "You have me pretty fired up."
While Katie washed, Cynthia carefully dried herself off. As she did, she looked at herself in the steamy mirror over the sink. She was pretty. Wavy, blonde hair. Clear and sparkling blue eyes. Her skin had a natural dark golden glow, more so in the summer, but even in the dead of winter, Cynthia had an almost vivid radiance to her. Her eyes moved down a little and her eyebrows knitted together at what she saw.
If she was feeling good about herself, which was the norm, she thought of her tits as simply magnificent. In a word, they were gigantic. Plump and slightly oval, gravity pulling their massive weight downwards somewhat, but still tight and firm, with fat nipples protruding out from large, dark areolas. She knew that their youthful perkiness was nearing its end and time would eventually take, what she thought of as her crowning glory, away from her, but for now, her tits were amazing.
And, of course, a woman couldn't have tits Cynthia's size without a little extra "padding" here and there. She had always been a "big" girl -- "curvy," "pleasantly plump," and "full-figured" were some terms that she had heard describing her -- but Cynthia wasn't necessarily "fat." She didn't have saggy rolls or a double chin. She was classically Reubenesque. She was voluptuous in the sexiest of ways.
But every now and then, she looked at herself and only saw a disgusting fat pig.
And that's what she was seeing in the mirror's reflection, now.