Lightning and Thunder

Welcome! This is the eighth story in the second "Freya and Friends" series. I try to write stand-alone stories so this can be enjoyed as-is, but 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 with the first series, click here:

The First Blowjob

Enjoy!

Love, Frey

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Eyes closed, arms hanging limply by her sides, her body slouched against the bathroom wall, Katie was lost in one of the most wondrous orgasms that she had ever experienced. It was almost ethereal. Somewhere in her clouded thoughts, she almost questioned if she was even orgasming, but the flood of moisture she could feel between her legs assured her that she

was

, in fact, cumming against Cynthia's unrelenting oral ministrations.

Words floated into her consciousness, flickering on the barest outskirts of her mind. "Good thing... Towels... Really soaked..." But they faded away again into the haze.

Katie felt like she was speaking to someone, but she didn't know who it was or what she was saying.

She heard, "Katie? Katie-bear?"

Sounds.

Someone calling her.

It was Cynthia.

Everything was Cynthia.

Of course.

"Yoo-hoo! Katie?" She heard it in a sing-song voice, but it sounded like there was the beginnings of concern there.

Katie thought that she opened her eyes, but only saw gray.

She concentrated on the voice as colors began to seep in under the gray. Shapes formed.

"I said: 'It's a good thing we had these towels down. You really soaked yourself.'" Cynthia repeated. "Were you even listening?"

"Yeah... No..." Still confused, Katie's words stumbled out of her mouth. "Sorry," she continued as her mind cleared. "I had an orgasm."

"You can say that again!" Cynthia declared. "You squirted so much that I'm afraid you could become dehydrated! Make sure that you drink plenty of water today."

Katie struggled to sit up and Cynthia helped her. "I love you so much!" Katie said as she wrapped her arms around Cynthia's neck.

"Oh, that's just the orgasm talking," Cynthia replied, but relished the feeling of Katie in her arms anyway.

"You know that I do."

"Yeah." Cynthia nodded towards the tub. "So, shall we get back to the hair washing thing?"

"Yes, please!" Katie told her as Cynthia helped her off the vanity. "But, you know... It could get pretty messy with all the water and shampoo... You should probably take off

your

clothes, too, and join me in the tub..."

"What about the 'no sexual touching' thing?"

Katie pursed her lips. "I'm pretty sure you've already broken that rule beyond repair."

"I couldn't help myself."

"Well, it was my pleasure!" Katie responded as she started undressing Cynthia. "I'm glad that Alex didn't turn you away from a life of lesbianism."

"Alex who?" Cynthia answered, as Katie helped her take her clothes off. "What giant, beautiful cock drilling me to multiple orgasms and filling me with gallons and gallons of cum? Why, I can barely remember the unbelievable feeling of the head of his magical dick poking my lungs from the inside over and over and over --"

"I get it," Katie interrupted, placing her hand over Cynthia's mouth. "You're a slut."

"I'm your slut," Cynthia stated. Then added, "Alex's slut on occasion." And then on top of that added, "And Freya's slut sometimes." Cynthia smiled. "But mostly your slut." She thought for a moment, calculating in her head. "I'm like seventy-six percent your slut."

"So... How about that hair washing...?" Katie said, bringing the subject of discussion back around to the reason they were both standing in the bathroom totally naked.

The two girls hopped into the tub with the new bottle of shampoo. Cynthia pulled the handheld showerhead down and adjusted the temperature. As she gently sprayed the warm water on Katie's hair and upper back, Cynthia reached a hand around her and lightly brushed a finger across one of Katie's nipples. Katie lost her footing when she shuddered and would have certainly fallen had Cynthia not had one arm already around her.

"Jeepers!" She exclaimed. "Okay. Back to the 'no sexual touching' rule!"

A little shaken by the near accident, Cynthia agreed.

Having thoroughly rinsed Katie's hair, Cynthia turned off the water and poured a little shampoo into the palm of her hand. As she started to rub it into a lather, Katie could smell the vanilla permeate the air.

"Oh, Cynthia. That smells lovely." Katie had to brace herself against the wall as Cynthia's fingers started to massage the shampoo into her hair. The feel of her fingertips running through her hair was spine tingling. Katie moaned as Cynthia worked the lather up, then gave a guttural groan when Cynthia began to use her fingernails to scratch her scalp.

Katie could feel something in her that almost felt like the stirrings of an orgasm and wondered if she could have a scalp orgasm. She knew that she could have a nipple orgasm -- she had discovered that amazing treat alone in bed many years ago -- but a scalp orgasm?

As Cynthia continued to shampoo Katie's hair, Katie reached a finger down between her legs. Even having already been rinsed off, she could tell how wet she was becoming inside. Katie dragged her finger up against her clit, but this time was prepared for the reaction and stayed stable on her feet. She reached behind her and felt around for Cynthia's pussy.

"So, we're back to sexual touching?" Cynthia asked, amused. "That didn't last very long."

"It's my day and I can do whatever I want."

"And my job is to make sure that your day is exactly how you want it. So, let me help." Cynthia put one foot on the side of the tub, spreading her legs and opening her own drenched pussy for her lover to explore.

And explore she did!

Katie was fingering Cynthia so furiously, that Cynthia completely forgot about washing hair and just wrapped her arms around Katie's shoulders holding the little girl against her enormous tits. Slick with water and shampoo, Katie sloshed back and forth along them for a few moments as Cynthia raced towards an orgasm.

Cynthia was almost there when Katie suddenly pulled her fingers out. She frantically wriggled in Cynthia's slippery arms, yelling "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"What's wrong?" Cynthia asked.

"I got shampoo in my eyes!" Katie bawled. "Turn on the water! Hurry!"

Cynthia turned the water on and started rinsing Katie off.

"It's cold!" Katie hollered.

Cynthia turned the faucet hotter.

"It's too hot! It's too hot!"

Finally, Cynthia had the water at a comfortable temperature and was able to rinse Katie off.

"So, where were we?" Cynthia prodded.

Looking like a drowned rat, Katie stared at her with bloodshot eyes. "You're kidding, right?"

"Yeah." Cynthia frowned and shrugged. "I guess I was kidding."

As Katie stepped out of the shower, Cynthia pulled the curtain back into place and told her, "I'm going to rinse off real quick, then I'll start lunch."

"Okay," Katie replied, reaching for a towel, then ripped the curtain aside. "No sexual touching!" Katie bellowed.

"Fine!" Cynthia shouted back as she pulled the curtain closed again.

Katie's eyes were stinging much less by the time they sat down for the lunch that Cynthia had so lovingly made for them. It consisted of: grilled cheese sandwiches (slightly burnt), tomato soup (from a can), and french fries (also slightly burnt). Katie ate lunch and raved about how delicious everything was, much to Cynthia's delight. But Katie did make a mental note to be sure to assist with the dinner preparation that evening.

After lunch, Katie took Rio out front to do his business while Cynthia cleared the dishes, then they settled at the kitchen table, in their pajamas, to play Gin Rummy. Katie won handily and Cynthia was surprised that she actually did enjoy playing the game with Katie. Even though she lost all but one of the hands.

"So, now what?" Cynthia asked, putting the cards away.

Katie sat at the table thinking. "I don't know."

"Is the 'no sexual touching' edict still in place?"

Katie smiled to herself for a moment, then looked at Cynthia who had just sat back down opposite her at the table. "You know," Katie's eyes sparkled, "I've always wanted to try role playing..." She trailed off as her face turned red, but she maintained eye contact with Cynthia.

"If it leads to sex, then I'm in!" Cynthia declared. "But what? Pizza delivery lady?"

"It's always food with you."

"I like to eat," Cynthia said, then added, "And luckily for you, huh? Imagine a lesbo that wasn't into carpet munching?"

"You have quite a way with words. You really know how to turn a girl on."

Cynthia shrugged. "Hey, if it works, it works."

Katie thought for a minute, then said, "Well, a lot of pornos have the repairman and the lonely housewife thing."

"What do you know about porn movies?" Cynthia asked, a little shocked.

"Oh, I know a little," Katie slyly told her.

"You perv."

Proudly, Katie answered, "Yes. And you made me this way." Then mused, "So... You could be a repairwoman or something."

"Oh, yeah," Cynthia said sarcastically, then in a gruff voice, "Hey lady. I'm the plumber you called. I'm here to clean your pipes."

Katie covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

"And two minutes later you're stripped naked doing a handstand in the middle of the living room with your legs wrapped around my neck as I munch on your bald beaver."

Katie started to outright laugh at the image.

"And I keep stopping to uncomfortably look directly into the camera and say things like: 'Oh, lady, your pussy is so wet' and 'Your twat is so tasty' and stupid shit like that."

By now, Katie was howling uncontrollably. Cynthia was just about to say something else, when a loud clap of thunder struck and shook the entire house. It startled Katie and, although she wasn't afraid of thunder, it did give her an interesting idea.

Katie decided to play up the scared little girl role. She picked up Rio and curled up in the chair hugging the small dog.

"Cynthia? That frightened me."

"Thunder?" Cynthia asked, then smiled in realization. She liked where this was going. "Oh, don't worry. I'll protect you, little girl."

"My name's Katie."

"Well, I'll protect you from the scary thunder, Katie," Cynthia repeated.

There was a sudden knock at the door that startled all three. Cynthia answered it.

"Hey guys, I'm going to grab Rio, okay?" Freya told them. "He can get kind of freaked out with thunder and we're supposed to be getting quite a storm this evening."

"You don't say?" Cynthia commented, turning to Katie with a giant smile. "Let's give this nice lady her doggie back," she said in a saccharine-sweet voice.

Freya looked at them both like they were crazy.

Cynthia winked at her and whispered, "We're role playing."

"And using my poor dog as a prop? I can only imagine the psychological damage you're inflicting on him."

"Think of it as unavoidable collateral damage," Cynthia replied.

Freya took Rio from Katie. "Come on, let's get you out of this madhouse."

"Hey!" Cynthia called down the stairway after Freya, "We have a very healthy sexual relationship."

"Too healthy," Freya shot back. "We can hear you downstairs all the freakin' time!"

"You can come up and join us any time," Cynthia offered before closing the door.

"They can hear us?" Katie asked, thoroughly embarrassed.

"Does it really matter anymore? We've all been in bed together."

Katie considered this. "No. I guess not."

Another flash and crash of lightning and thunder ripped through the sky again bringing the girls back to their game. "Thank you, Mother Nature," Cynthia said to the ceiling. "So, little Katie, you're scared of the thunder?" She walked towards Katie with her arms outstretched.

In a tiny voice, Katie answered, "Yes."

"Well, come here," Cynthia held Katie in her arms. "Let's sit on the couch and you can cuddle up on my lap in case there's any more thunder."

"Okay." Katie followed Cynthia to the living room couch and curled up on Cynthia's lap with her head resting on one of Cynthia's soft, comforting tits. She stayed like this for a few minutes as they both listened to the rain outside. The sound of raindrops on the windows and on the roof created a white noise lullaby as Cynthia cradled the love of her life on her lap.

Cynthia reached a hand up under the back of Katie's shirt and casually rubbed along her spine, feeling the slight bump of each vertebrae in the slender girl's back.

"Mmm. That feels good," Katie purred.

A distant clap of thunder hit. "Don't worry, honey. I have you," Cynthia told Katie, holding her closer.

"It's scary."

"I know. I know." Cynthia's hand slid around Katie's ribcage and came to rest just under one of her breasts. Katie smiled to herself as two of Cynthia's fingers reached up to graze against one of her nipples.

"What are you doing?" Katie whispered. "That's my boobie."

"Shhh. This is just to distract you from the frightening storm outside," Cynthia explained.

"Okay." Then Katie added, "I trust you."

"Good." Cynthia continued to tenderly play with Katie's nipple. Katie squirmed, twisting slightly on Cynthia's lap, giving Cynthia a little better access to her small tits. Cautiously, Cynthia rubbed around the nipple shield. Katie shuddered and moaned as she felt her nipple twist slightly. "Did you like that?" Cynthia asked her.

"Mm-hmm."

"Maybe we should get more comfortable?"

Katie looked up at Cynthia. "I'm very comfortable right here."

Cynthia smiled at Katie's attempt to play 'hard-to-get.' Katie smiled back at her with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"But if we were in bed, we could close the door and hide under the covers," Cynthia suggested. "We would be safe from the storm there."

"I feel safe here," Katie replied. "And anyway, I don't think you should be in my bed with me."

"Then who would protect you?"

Katie pretended to mull it over in her mind. "Oh, yeah. That makes sense."

"So, we should get you right into bed, Katie!"

"Okay. If you think that's best."

"I do," Cynthia assured her. "We should really both be in bed hiding from the scary thunder and lightning."

"Will you carry me?" Katie asked, her voice sounding hopeful.

"Sure!" Cynthia stood up holding Katie in her arms. Katie wrapped her legs around Cynthia's waist.

"This is fun!" Katie said as was being carried down the hallway to her bedroom. She nuzzled her face against Cynthia's neck.

Cynthia took a deep breath. "Your hair smells wonderful."

"It's a new vanilla shampoo," Katie told her, trying her best not to laugh at how silly this game was becoming. "A very special friend bought it for me."

"That special friend must really love you, Katie."

Katie squeezed Cynthia with her legs and answered, "She does. She loves me very much."

"I'll bet that special friend is very pretty, too."

"Eh. She's pretty average," Katie giggled.

"Hey!" Cynthia cried. "You stink!"

"You said I smelled good."

"Your hair smells good. But

you

stink."

"That's not very nice," Katie pouted.

Just then another rumble of thunder shook the house and Katie pulled Cynthia tighter.

"We need to get right into bed, Katie," Cynthia told her. "Just to be safe."

In a tiny whisper, Katie mumbled, "Okay. Can we bring a flashlight?"

"Good thinking!" Cynthia said as she made a quick detour into the linen closet and grabbed the flashlight that was on a shelf in there.

Cynthia carried Katie into the bedroom and gently placed her sitting on the edge of the bed while she pulled the blanket and sheet down. "Okay. Ready for the steamroller?" Katie looked at her. "Lie down, Katie." Cynthia helped her to lie down along one side of the bed.

"Here's the steamroller!" Cynthia shouted as she rolled Katie onto the other side of the bed. Katie giggled as Cynthia pulled the sheet and blanket up over Katie. "Now, we have to tuck in the steamroller."

Clapping her hands, Katie screeched in a little girl's voice, "Yay! That was fun! Can we do it again?" She reached her arms out to Cynthia and pleaded, "Please? Please? Pretty please?"

"Katie, you sound like a baby. Don't make this weirder than it already is."

"It's not weird. It's fun." Katie crossed her arms. "And don't break character."

Cynthia rolled her eyes and climbed into her side of the bed and pulled the covers over them both. Katie huddled close to her. "You're going to protect me, right?" She asked Cynthia.

"Of course!" Cynthia replied, pulling her even closer. "But you know what would make you feel even more safe?"

Katie looked at her with wide eyes and in an almost reverential tone, asked, "What?"

"If we both took our shirts off."

"That doesn't make any sense," Katie said. "Why would taking our shirts off make us more safe. That's just silly."

"Don't you trust me?"

Cautiously, Katie answered, "Yeah..." Then added, "But you first."

In one quick motion, Cynthia pulled her shirt over her head and threw it off the bed. Back under the covers, Katie had turned the flashlight on.

"You have really big boobies," Katie said. "Can I touch them?"

"Of course. I touched yours."

"It felt really good when you did, Cynthia," Katie commented. "Hey! I have an idea," Katie said as she struggled out of her own pajama shirt. "We can touch each others' boobies."

"Oh! I like that idea!" Cynthia said as she reached for Katie's tits.

"Mmm. This feels sooo gooood!" Katie cooed as she tweaked one of Cynthia's nipples. Cynthia trembled at the feeling.

"Are you scared, too?" Katie asked.

"No," Cynthia replied. "You're just so beautiful. You make me quiver all over."

"No one has ever called me beautiful before," Katie shyly told her.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Honest."

"Well, you're very beautiful, Katie."

Katie blushed and thanked her.

Cynthia held Katie against her plush bosom. "Do you feel safer, now?"

"Yes." Katie absentmindedly flicked one of Cynthia's nipples with her finger. "Hey..."

Cynthia was enjoying the gentle pulse of pleasure from each of Katie's tiny touches. "Um-hum?"

"It might feel even better if we take our pajama bottoms off."

"Yes! Yes! Oh! It totally would! Right!" Cynthia almost tripped over her words. Both girls squirmed out of their bottoms.

"He he! Now, we're both nude!" Katie cried. She reached between Cynthia's legs. "Oh! You're really hairy down there!"

Slightly offended, Cynthia replied, "I'm not

really hairy

down there!"

"Hairier than I am!" Katie declared. "Do you wanna check?"

"Absolutely," Cynthia answered, already heading down.

"Here. Take the flashlight," Katie suggested.

"Spread your legs a little so I can see better," Cynthia told her and Katie did.

"Do you mind if I --" Cynthia started but was interrupted by the loudest peal of thunder yet. Katie screamed and pulled Cynthia's head forcefully against her crotch. With her cheek against Katie's moist heat, Cynthia smiled. Her tongue carefully snaked out and touched Katie's pussy lips. She could feel the almost microscopic stubble of Katie's shaved pussy and felt Katie shiver against her face.

"Don't be scared, Katie."

"I'm not scared anymore."

Cynthia shifted her head a little and her tongue found Katie's opening.

"That feels good," Katie sighed. "Have you ever done this to another girl?"

"No. Never." Then Cynthia added, "This is my first time."

"My first time, too," Katie said as she bent her knees and spread her legs further apart. Cynthia, pretending it was their first time again, slowly and methodically tongued Katie to a quiet, gentle orgasm perfectly befitting a young woman's first cunnilingus experience.