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Cynderella Princess Katie And Carl

Cynderella Princess Katie And Carl

by freyagersemi
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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

My Stories

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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.

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Cynthia heard the water turn off on the shower and quickly wrapped the towel around herself to hide her shame.

As she stepped out of the shower and took the folded towel that Cynthia handed to her, Katie looked at Cynthia's face. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Cynthia frowned. "What do you see in me?"

"Everything."

"No. I mean, physically."

Katie thought for a second, then told her, "Nothing."

"Gee, thanks."

"I'm attracted to you, of course, but I'm in love with

you

. I don't care what you look like."

Cynthia pursed her lips and looked away from Katie.

Katie knew that they had been through this quite a few times, but she also knew that every now and then, the normally confident and self-assured Cynthia needed to be reminded just how wonderful she was. "But if you need to know... you're beautiful. You're sexy." Katie gave Cynthia a lecherous grin. "You have awesome tits."

"I know. I know. So pretty," Cynthia said dismissively. She turned to the mirror and looked into Katie's eyes reflected in it. "But my body is fat and gross. How can you possibly be attracted to...

This

?" Cynthia motioned to her body.

"Do you want to know what I see?"

"Yes," Cynthia admitted.

Katie put her towel on the vanity next to the sink and reached for Cynthia's towel. As she unwrapped her lover, she looked deep into Cynthia's eyes. Without a word, Katie took Cynthia's hand. She led her into their bedroom, then closed the door. Katie turned Cynthia to face the full-length mirror mounted on the back of the door, stood behind her and snaked her arms around Cynthia's waist.

Peering from around Cynthia's upper arm, Katie spoke.

"Look at yourself."

Cynthia scowled at Katie in the mirror.

"Look at yourself," Katie repeated.

Cynthia reluctantly looked at herself.

"Look at yourself, but try to push any judgemental thoughts out of your head. I'm going to tell you what I see. And I don't want you to say anything, just listen."

"Fine."

Katie studied Cynthia in the mirror, then began. "You're everything that I'm not."

Cynthia opened her mouth, but Katie reminded her, "Don't say anything. Don't think anything. Just listen."

Cynthia closed her mouth and stood there facing herself.

"You have the most beautiful hair. It reminds me of the sunshine on that day that I finally told you how I felt about you. The very first time that I ever uttered aloud that I was in love with a woman."

Cynthia looked at her hair, wet and matted against her head and shoulders.

"Your eyes are kind and loving. Sometimes you're a jerk -- a lot of times you're a jerk -- but your eyes are always loving and kind." Katie sighed. "And so perfectly blue."

Cynthia's gaze moved to her eyes. She had to admit that she

did

have pretty eyes. She had heard them described as cornflower blue.

"And your smile is absolutely extraordinary. Every time you smile at me, I'm reminded that my life is perfect."

Cynthia couldn't help but smile at that.

"See?"

Katie continued. "And you're just so beautiful." Then she giggled. "Your face is very symmetrical, you know."

Cynthia chuckled silently and wanted to say how stupid that comment sounded, but just continued to stare at herself in the mirror.

Unclasping her hands from around Cynthia's waist, Katie brought them both up to cradle Cynthia's boobs. "And these," she gave them a slight shake. "Every time I even

think

of these things, I get wet." Katie released one of Cynthia's tits and brought her hand between her own legs. She pushed a finger into her moistening pussy, then offered that finger to Cynthia's mouth. Cynthia closed her eyes and sucked languidly on the finger, enjoying the taste of Katie's sexual excitement.

"You may see your body as fat and unattractive --"

"It is," Cynthia interrupted.

Katie slapped the side of Cynthia's hip. "Shh!" Then she continued, "What you see as fat, I see as cuddly and comforting... and incredibly inviting." Then, to Cynthia's surprise, Katie slipped the finger that had just been inside herself between the top of Cynthia's pussy lips.

Reflexively, Cynthia spread her thighs a little and moaned. With one of Katie's hands massaging her clit again, and the other rolling one of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger, Cynthia leaned back a little against Katie and closed her eyes.

"Keep your eyes open," Katie whispered. "I want you to see how beautiful you are when you have an orgasm."

This was easily the sexiest thing she had heard in a long time -- and Katie was

always

, unknowingly, saying sexy stuff. Despite her current self-loathing feelings, Cynthia took a deep shuddering breath and opened her eyes. She watched as Katie expertly manipulated both her tit and her pussy and knew that this time, she would come quickly.

Cynthia looked at her reflection in the mirror and marveled at her plump pussy lips, glistening as they engorged with her own arousal. She had never taken this intense of a look at herself, and it felt strange, but weirdly erotic at the same time. Watching herself become stimulated started to cause her to become even more aroused. Cynthia felt like she was watching someone else being fingered instead of herself.

She could almost imagine that this was a porn movie featuring a small, brown-haired girl finger fucking a beautiful, blonde bombshell of a woman.

Katie was increasingly rubbing Cynthia's pussy and tweaking her nipple. To steady herself, she repositioned her feet a little further apart and reached behind her to hold Katie's hips. Katie lightly bit the back of her arm and Cynthia swooned. Katie held her and reminded her to keep watching.

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"Okay," Cynthia replied. "But I need to hold onto something or else I'm going to collapse on top of you."

As one, they shuffled towards the closed door.

Cynthia brought her hands against the doorframe on either side of the mirror. Now, she was looking directly into her own eyes from just inches away. As Katie continued fingering her, Cynthia's labored breathing started to fog up the mirror. It obscured most of what she could see reflected of herself from her nose down, but Cynthia was really just staring into her own eyes watching herself rocketing towards an orgasm.

Katie knew her lover well, and right at the perfect moment, she pushed her fingers as forcefully as she could against Cynthia's clitoris, pulled Cynthia's nipple almost painfully hard, and bit the soft flesh of her upper arm so ferociously that it left marks even weeks later.

For a brief moment -- almost just a flash -- Cynthia saw a truly beautiful woman staring back at her in the mirror as her body trembled with a powerful climax.

Gasping for air, Cynthia continued staring at her reflection while Katie tenderly licked the spot where her teeth had just been and softly caressed the top of Cynthia's pussy, helping her to come down gently from her orgasm.

Looking into her own eyes, Cynthia knew that she would never look at herself the same way again. She finally had gotten a glimpse at how beautiful she had always been.

"Wow," was all that Cynthia could mutter, still reeling from her truly mind-altering orgasm as Katie led her to the edge of the bed. Cynthia sat down heavily and looked up at Katie.

Katie looked lovingly down at Cynthia. "Get into some comfy pajamas. I'm going to make us dinner."

Cynthia smiled. "Nude?"

Katie gave her that "you're a pig" look that Cynthia knew all too well and answered, "No."

"Poop."

"You're much too worn out to handle me right now, anyway," Katie told her as she pulled on an oversized nightshirt. "Take your time, but when you're ready, I have some sugar-free electrolyte mix for you to drink before dinner."

"Oh, yummy," Cynthia commented dryly as Katie left the bedroom almost skipping. Cynthia watched her go and realized that she hadn't seen Katie this... happy in a long time. Not that Katie was unhappy normally, she just seemed extra vibrant today. Actually, maybe "vibrant" was a better word. Cynthia, on the other hand, felt pretty beat up.

She slowly stood and as she walked to the dresser against the wall, she looked over at the bedroom door. Turning, Cynthia shuffled over to the door and slowly closed it, watching as her body came into view in the mirror behind it. For a few moments, she just looked at herself -- damp hair, no makeup, and naked.

Just Cynthia.

She noticed something curious. She looked different. She knew that a fitness regimen would help her lose weight and feel better about herself in general, but she also knew that these changes wouldn't happen overnight. Certainly not after one morning walk and a single workout. But as she studied herself in the mirror, she was convinced that she looked different.

And then it hit her.

Maybe she was starting to see herself the way that Katie saw her. All rose-tinted with unicorns and rainbows and crap like that.

She stood up a little taller as she scrutinized her reflection. She looked at her tits, almost glowing with the dark golden shimmer that her skin always had. Not Katie's olive skin tone. Cynthia's was more of a honey bronze. She lightly ran a fingertip along one of the handful of faint, blue veins that traversed just under the skin of her breasts. Kind of sexy. Like her tits were pushing so far out that they could barely be contained. Stretching the skin to its limit. Her boobs were pretty nice. Katie was certainly infatuated with them.

Cynthia continued appraising herself. Her legs weren't half bad. Chunky, but smooth. No cellulite or anything. She had cute toes. She turned, trying to check out her backside. Her ass was big, but still shapely. Curvy. She did have a bit of a potbelly, but over the past couple of years, she hadn't gained so much weight that she had lost her well-defined waist. That was still there.

Everyone had always told her that her face was pretty, but she just assumed that was said as almost a consolation prize. Like "she has a great personality" or "he makes a very good living." She had never seen herself in any way other than through her own critical eyes. Now Cynthia was seeing herself from Katie's perspective.

And it was amazing.

Eye-opening even.

'That little girl is fuckin' magical,' Cynthia thought. Then got dressed and went to join the love of her life for whatever healthy garbage she had prepared for the two of them to choke down.

"So, what's for dinner?" Cynthia asked as she walked into the kitchen. "I'm starved."

"Here." Katie handed her a glass. "Sit down and drink this."

"What is it?"

"Electrolytes to help your muscles recover."

Cynthia took a sip and grimaced. "What flavor is this?"

"Lemon. It's good, right?"

"No." Cynthia looked at Katie in disgust. "It's not good at all." She took another small sip. "It tastes like whoever invented this flavor looked up 'lemon' in the dictionary and then just winged it from there."

"It's good for you," Katie said.

"Yeah. Yeah. I hope dinner's better than

this

stuff." Cynthia took a bigger sip of her drink. "What is for dinner? It smells great."

Without turning from the stove, Katie told her, "Salmon, quinoa, and roasted vegetables."

"It smells better than it sounds."

Katie turned around to face Cynthia. "You know, you could cook sometimes, too."

"The last time I cooked, you got burnt grilled cheese, burnt freezer fries, and canned tomato soup."

Katie looked at Cynthia sitting at the table. "Okay. I take that back. I don't want you to cook anything." Then added, "Ever."

Cynthia held up her half-empty glass of disgustingly-flavored electrolyte drink in a mock toast and grinned. "Fine with me."

They made some small talk while Katie finished cooking and Cynthia sat, waiting to be served, but nothing they said hinted at the deep and silly discussion that they would have during dinner.

"So, you know when I realized that I was in love with you, but when did

you

realize that you were in love with

me

?" Katie suddenly asked as she ate her dinner.

Cynthia, having just finished inhaling hers, leaned back in her chair, stifled a small burp, and casually rubbed her tummy. "Oh, you already know that."

"I know, but I like to hear it."

"It's not even a good story," Cynthia complained.

"It's a beautiful story."

Cynthia scratched the top of her left boob and sighed. "Fine."

Katie smiled. "Thank you for humoring me."

"Okay." Cynthia took a breath and said, almost as if reciting a boring quote in English class, "You told me you were gay and that you loved me, and that's when I realized that I was gay and loved you, too. The end."

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