The next few days were hard, Debbie returned home from mum's place, upset that John and I had fallen out. I saw no point in lying to her or building false hope. When I recalled the horrid hateful look on his face after his last visit, it wasn't hard to see any road back together would be hard. He did not seem to be handling the situation well, and I suppose I couldn't blame him.
Debbie and I were always so close, but now this ever-widening gulf developed between us and we argued over everything. The only time she was remotely pleasant was if Lyndsay or Brianna were around.
At the moment it seemed, I worked all day and in the evenings, Debbie came home from school and moped around, giving me no peace or space. So, spending any time with Brianna was difficult... Brianna and I were cast into the friend zone. She came for dinner, and we spent some time together in the evenings and weekends, but anything more seemed impossible. Brianna did her best to mediate between Debbie and I and at first Debbie seemed happy to have Brianna to talk to. She loved the fact Brianna was mad about fashion and Brianna let Debbie raid her wardrobe, but I could see she was becoming worried about her fathers continued absence.
After he had been gone for a couple of weeks she announced one weekend at breakfast, "I'm going to spend the rest of the weekend with dad, he called this morning and asked if I wanted to go out somewhere with him."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement, as if I had no say in the matter.
Oh well at least I could spend some time with Brianna, my mind started to wander as Debbie mumbled away. I was already in the arms of my love, well at least mentally. There had been no sex for days apart from frantic pillow biting masturbation.
John turned up to pick her up and didn't even come in, he sat in his car and tooted the horn. Debbie ran past me with her bag, god knows where they were staying. As they drove off, I noticed how long the lawns were and decided I better figure out how to start the bloody lawnmower... It took several long sweaty minutes before I figured it out but there was a warm smug feeling of satisfaction as it roared into life.
An hour later and bathed in sweat I looked up to find Brianna staring with a comical expression on her face. As I turned off the mower, she sauntered up looking spectacular in her yoga tights and skin-tight braless tank top T-shirt.
Taking me completely by surprised she slipped between my sweaty arms and kissed me, her body plastered wetly against mine.
Panicking I tried to push her away, "Brianna stop it, somebody will see!" I snapped, glancing quickly up and down the street to see if anybody was watching.
She laughed totally unconcerned, oblivious to my anxiety, "Stop being a worry wart, who cares what they think?"
"I bloody do." I grumbled.
She dragged me inside leaving the mower where it was. Her luscious lips returned to our earlier kiss, oh god how I had missed her kisses, the feel of her wet pouty lips sliding over mine, the slippery smooth texture, the lush warmth, ahhhhhh god I felt it immediately, my tummy doing summersaults as her pointy little nipples rubbed over mine. She lifted my shirt up over my head, her fingers quickly unhooking my saturated bra as she kissed her way down leaving slippery wet trails of her saliva over my glistening sweaty skin.
"Brianna, I smell."
She giggled, "Yes you do and god it's wonderful, who knew sweaty dirty bitches could be so hot."
Her mouth closed over mine and our boobies massaged each other as our mouths slid sexily openly together.
Brianna quickly slid her hand between my legs cupping my sweaty mound. Her furious rubbing made me quiver and I could smell my arousal, her hand squeezing my kitty.
Before I could argue she snapped open my jeans and dragged them down my trembling legs, I helped her by frantically kicking away the flapping material.
I could do nothing but hold on tight and she wasted no time in forcing her hand back between my legs and her fingers slipped easily into my slippery aroused slit, "Oh fuck...Brianna."
Her fingers probed and plunged in and out ferociously leaving me trembling, my arms around her neck moaning, "Brianna.... oh god." It was frantic, feverish and violent.
Squishy sloppy embarrassing sounds exploded from my body, my ears filled with the liquid sounds of love as she worked me into a passionate frenzy, I was going to cum and she knew it. I crushed my lips back against her sucking her lips into my mouth as I sucked and kissed her pouty mouth.
Her palm mashed my clit as she sank her whole hand into my kitty lifting me off the floor as I clung on as tightly as I could. Writhing and wriggling I rubbed my boobs on hers using her teats to massage mine.
As my sticky gooey thighs trembled, I collapsed to the floor dragging her with me.
Right there in the foyer we lay cuddled together in a sweaty pile on the floor. She wriggled out of her yoga pants and we were naked rolling together in a sweaty twisted combination of love and lust.
It wasn't fair that she gave me that much pleasure, I wanted her to feel the ecstatic delight I felt in her arms, I wanted her body, her mind, I wanted to see her face contorted in desire, in orgasmic bliss. I moved my hand down between her legs, her sweet sexy kitty welcomed my caress, her legs parted and I found her succulent pulsing lips already open, her juices tacky and the aroma of her arousal assaulted my nostrils.
I worked quickly, she was well past the requirements for foreplay, her kitty swallowed three fingers as if they were nothing, I plunged them in and out in a rapacious frenetic attack, my thumb rubbing and molesting her clit, I added my little finger to the all out assault on her spasming sucking slit.
God my whole hand was inside her thrusting in and out like a ravaging madwoman.
Her hips bounced on the hardwood floor as I fucked her rapaciously driving my hand in and out of her sweltering kitty, my hands covered in her glutinous hot sticky juice, her goo clung to my hands as my mouth bit and sucked wantonly on her perky nipples.
"Fuck you dirty bitch, god you are a fucking tease."
Smiling happily, I intensified my plunging assault.
Her fingers dug into my flesh as she gave up her body, her palpating gasping kitty gulped wetly and she screamed, "Fuck, I'm Cumming, oh you bitch, you fucking bitch!" She moaned loudly.
She laughed, giggled and babbled incoherently as we held tightly recovering in each other's arms.
Later we retired to the bedroom, and took the opportunity to make love properly, slowly and gently. We slept the sated sleep of two lovers, with her head on my shoulder, it was perfect.
In the morning we woke slowly, just laying together, kissing softly and showering together before taking on the world.
Debbie returned Sunday evening and the uncomfortable relationship seemed to be now open warfare. She Hardly spoke to me and went directly to her room, where she locked herself away till dinner time.
I tried to open some sort of dialogue, but she declined, preferring to eat in silence, even helping do the dishes we did in silence.
Day by day she became more deeply insular. It was after the second week when Debbie complained, "Why does Brianna spend so much time here, she's always hanging around, and the way she clings on to you it's freaking me out."
Frowning tightly, I mumbled, "She is trying to be supportive, she is my friend."
"Friend!" She snorted derisively, "Mum you need to see the way she stares at you, god the other day I thought she was drooling...Yuck, it was gross."
