Down by her midsection, Penny grinned.
"Oh
my
Goddess."
Penny slithered her naughty hand beneath Cesse's bottoms and squeezed her naked thigh, brushing by Tigger's Howse. Cesse moaned in pleading desire, and a bit of hunny oozed out of her pot. Penny grew excited at the warm feeling on her hand, especially since Cessy didn't allow full pussy access every day. Penny had to respect her wishes, besides which, she understood. Much as she adored Cesse, for a host of reasons, they couldn't make love twenty-four hours a day. The act would lose spontaneity, for starters. But the girls were keen on taking each generous opportunity as it came. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes the afternoon, the evening...occasionally twilight. Sex after midnight lent its own air of mystic splendor. They liked to activate their red and blue lava lamps on these spicy nights, for a splash of hot and cool ambience.
The next thing Cesse felt was Penny kissing her pussy through the pajamas. Actually, Cesse couldn't tell for sure, but she seemed to be
French
-kissing it. Or holding her oral grip and sucking. Whatever she was doing, it felt divine. Cesse gasped again as her juices surged. One hand still under her p.j.s, Penny groped and fondled, all the while suckling on her angel's cunt through the fabric, turning her pink panties a nice shade of lavender, enthusiasm fueled by the groans of ecstasy behind her. Nothing made her happier than elating the queen of her heart. She was about to relieve Cessy of her jammie pants when she felt her feet being massaged.
It was Penny's turn to
melt
. She'd shared with Cessy the deep, dark secret that rubbing her feet in just the right way turned her to jelly. Her feet were actually one of her weakest erogenous spots. She was putty. She found it intriguing Cesse would choose this moment to exploit her literal Achilles' heel. In any event, she wasn't about to complain. Indeed dizzy and intoxicated with passion, Cecily decided to toss a little love back Penny's way, taking her feet one by one...rubbing...kissing...nibbling her toes...
...And transforming Penny James into a primal
animal
in the process. Penny went
so
fast from playfully turned on to ragingly blind horny, she was afforded no time to consider the effect. Only half-paying attention, Cesse too was unaware of the enormity she'd just added. Next she knew, Penny veritably
ripped
her pajamas and panties right off, in a single fell swoop. All four nipples twitched to rock-hardness almost instantly. Tigger and Lolita heated up and began bubbling like cauldrons. Ignited like wildfire, Penny went right in for the kill once she had Cesse's wet red cunt exposed before her.
Cesse shrieked as Penny devoured her. The electrifying sensation blew her mind to smithereens. Penny's brain had turned to gooey gray matter itself, but not so much that she couldn't focus on her task. Cesse let go of her delicate hind paws, so she scrambled to the foot of the bed and spun around. She lost as little precious time as possible having Cessy's pussy for breakfast, now with the privilege of seeing her face, the pleasure she was bringing. And
quite
the privilege it was.
Cessy whipped her head to and fro in passion-laced abandon. Each whip was accompanied by varying pitches of shouts. Wavy brunette tresses flew every which way. The ruffly pillows took plenty a wallop. Cesse grabbed one, twisting and throttling, just to give her crazed hands something to do. Penny now lay belly down between Cesse's legs, pinning her feet to the bed.
She hungrily sank her teeth again and again until that flesh was ripe, and
raw
. All the blood having rushed to her cunt and clit, Cesse's pussy had turned a beautiful shade of maroon. Penny gnawed and dug, as if squeezing fruit, draining more and more love juice from the deepest re-Cesses. Penny held her open with her hands, licking, eating, smearing her face in pre-cum. Cesse couldn't take much more. It was all getting to be far too intense. Her lungs cut off her ability to scream any louder. But it would be hardly any longer now. It was too much. It almost felt like torment. Finally, at
long last
...Cessy felt the tip of Penny's nose tickle her swollen clit...
...And the Earth exploded.
Cesse flung the pillow anywhere, and reached straight back with her hands to grasp the headboard. Her head tilted directly the same way. Verging on laryngitis, she gave her final feral shrieks, wordlessly singing Penny's praises to the heavens. Penny shut her eyes, proudly and joyfully feeling her girlfriend's cum spurt forth, christening her face. Sometimes they came on each other's faces, sometimes hands, toys, vibrators...Cesse had once even her toes caked, in the fruits of an amazing foot job. They loved trying all kinds of methods together. After settling in back in November, they took semi-frequent excursions to the novelty shop, for giggles, to see what they might find. So depending on their moods, sometimes they played with external toys, sometimes their own built-in machinery. This morning, Penny simply opted to take on the role of cunning linguist.
Sometime later the same morning, after the smoke cleared and all maintenance was taken care of, Penny took a wobbly-walking Cesse downstairs, to whip her up a hearty brunch of gravlax in lemon and dill sauce.
*****
Had it been anyone else the hospitable Penelope had taken into her extravagant home, she'd end up in a tricky situation. That enigmatic Wednesday just before Thanksgiving, Penny told Cesse she couldn't bear to turn her back out into the cold, and meant it. And with such a soft, giving heart, she'd have said—and meant—the same to any vagrant at her mercy. But while pleased to offer her roof, she wasn't running a shelter. The upside was that her wealth opened literal doors to many alternatives, from an actual shelter to a hotel. Any persons in need would find themselves fortunate at Penny's door, having arrived as Cesse did with the canine lad who'd become her best friend in the world.
Nine days before, on November 17th, she took Hollaweenie on an early evening walk. They were crossing at an intersection with a school on one side and a dense wood on the other. They started into the street when the sky abruptly went dark with stormclouds. A tremendous, torrential rain soaked them. The sudden deluge proved unnerving enough alone, but was joined one moment later by a vicious clap of thunder. It was too much for poor Hollaweenie, who yelped in fright and dashed off as fast as his little legs would take him. Penny was also caught off-guard, and lost hold of the leash. All she could see was him taking off in the direction of the woods, and she couldn't hear a thing. It was a terrible circumstance. She couldn't chase after him with so little visibility, and if she stayed out in this mess, she'd catch cold. She was forced to hurry back home, and spend the following days making calls and pinning up posters.
She was heartbroken. The next week was a seven-day anguish: lying awake in bed wondering if he was all right, coping with the solitude around the house, the sad feeling while out and about knowing she'd be returning to an empty home, her heartbeat the only one around. Now and then arose the consideration to get another pet, but she just didn't want to. She didn't want another dog or cat, fish or bird, bunny or rodent, reptile or amphibian. All she wanted was her beloved Weenie. She'd only had the dachshund pup three weeks, since the end of October (hence his name). And when she brought him home that Friday afternoon, he was so friendly and adorable, she had to show him off. So she put him on his new leash, and they sat on the porch to greet trick-or-treaters. Late that night, after the kids had come and gone, she plugged in her Christmas lights, sat with him in the multicolored glow, and they watched holiday specials.
A week and change later, when a disheveled Cecily Helmsley appeared at her door with the sweet young pup, her downtrodden state was the
last
thing Penny noticed. She was so thrilled, she welcomed the vagrant in with open arms, offering her a shower, food, and to launder her clothing. It crossed her mind that the woman was a stranger, and hypothetically a number of dangerous things, but...she'd returned her dog. And the little guy obviously liked her. People to whom dogs took a liking were trustworthy. And her instinct told her anyone honest enough to bring Hollaweenie back, homeless or not, deserved gratitude and hospitality. It was the least she could do.
It paid off. The homeless woman turned out to be a delightful guest and, surprise of surprises, an early short-lived friendship. As children in the mid-'80s, the two lived on the same street in Green Plains—until the Jameses relocated across town. Eighteen years later, Penny's luck had run down the drain. Her parents died when she was just nine. She was an only child with few remaining relatives, save for her Dad's sister Tracy, with whom she lived the next several years. When she grew up and gained access to her inheritance, she put herself through a few semesters of college. She was living with some roommates till the money started running out. She got a part-time job at the Juniper Mall, but quickly found there weren't enough hours to perform her job, keep up her studies and sleep. Something had to go. Sleep it was.
*****
And Now For A Not Quite So Brief Penny-Wise Flashback
Twelve years earlier: spring-autumn 2003
One night, a friend took Penny out to unwind. At 23, she enjoyed a drink or seven, and at some point went home with someone who wasn't her friend. Her drunken stupor led to a one-night stand of which she couldn't remember an iota. Worse yet, a few sleepless weeks later, approaching finals, she discovered she was pregnant.
She was so panicked she didn't know what to do. She had no clue who the father was—much less how to get in touch with him—and nor did the friend who'd taken her out. But she did have enough presence of mind to realize there were eight months to figure things out, so she went ahead and finished studying for her exams. Unfortunately, things weren't to look up yet. In fact, they'd get even worse before getting any better. As Penny knocked herself out studying, the lack of sleep took its toll. She could barely get herself to the mall, let alone perform her duties. And so it was goodbye job, hello unemployment. The meager benefits she received barely afforded food or gas after paying her roommates rent, and soon she couldn't scrape together even that.
