Welcome! This is the second 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
Love, Frey
My Stories
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"Last night was fun," Katie said as she placed a small bowl of yogurt and a plate of fruit in front of Cynthia.
"The steak was delicious," Cynthia replied. "And I didn't overeat."
"I'm very proud of you. We want to save that for special occasions." Then Katie added, with a wry smile, "And somehow -- I don't know how -- Alex was able to keep his dirty man paws off of you."
"I'm sure it was hard!" Cynthia laughed. "Get it?"
Katie rolled her eyes. "I get it. You're a pig."
Cynthia gave her a smirk from across the table.
Katie nibbled on a strawberry and watched Cynthia eat. "You know," she started, almost wistfully, "we could trust someone like Alex."
With a spoon of yogurt halfway to her mouth, Cynthia stopped. "Huh?"
"I mean, for you to have sex with a guy."
"Katie!" Cynthia exclaimed. "You're a genius! I should fuck our best friend's husband practically on their honeymoon!"
Katie looked hurt. "You're mean. And a real jerk. I was just saying --"
"I know what you were saying, but I don't want to have sex with a guy!"
"You do."
"No. I love you, Katie."
Katie looked at Cynthia. "I know you love me. But this has nothing to do with love."
"Shut up." Cynthia said, hoping to close the subject.
"Oh, I love it when you talk down to me."
"Then shut up,
bitch
."
"That's definitely the way to make a woman feel special," Katie replied, but she smiled at Cynthia.
"Speaking of that, let's go for a ride today."
Katie looked at her warily. "Where?"
"You'll see! I decided how I wanted to spend my work bonus." Cynthia answered.
After breakfast, the girls went to the bedroom to get dressed.
"Uh-uh," Cynthia said when Katie pulled out a pair of shorts.
Cynthia rummaged through Katie's drawers and pulled out a long flowing skirt. "I want my woman to wear this today."
"Fine." Katie reached for a pair of panties and Cynthia pulled them out of her hand.
"Nope."
"Seriously?" Katie complained.
"Seriously," Cynthia told her. "We're both going 'bare beaver' today. It'll be fun."
Cynthia may be bold and brash, she may be loud and obnoxious, she may be a perverted pig, but she was almost always fun. After a life lived carefully and prudently, Katie was learning to allow herself to push her own comfort level and to follow Cynthia's lunacy. She knew that she was strong enough to handle most anything Cynthia could come up with, but more importantly, she had complete faith that Cynthia would never hurt her and that she would always be there to protect her. Katie was always safe with Cynthia. So, she shrugged and pulled the skirt up over her slim hips.
"Bra?" Katie asked.
"No bra for you." Then Cynthia shook her shoulders causing her massive mammaries to jiggle wildly and said, "But I kind of need one."
When they were both dressed, Cynthia looked at Katie. "You're beautiful."
Katie blushed. "I wish."
Cynthia gave her a quick hug. "One of these days, if I keep telling you how beautiful you are, you're going to finally believe it's true."
"I doubt it," Katie mumbled.
Cynthia ignored that comment. She didn't like it, but she was used to Katie's constant self-deprecation. "Come on, let's go."
After a fifteen minute ride, they arrived at their destination.
"And we're at the sex shop," Katie stated simply and looked at Cynthia. "Of course."
"Of course," Cynthia repeated and smiled.
They were inside the shop for less than two minutes when Cynthia suddenly bellowed, "What the fuck is this?"
Wide-eyed and mortified, Katie spun around and shushed her, then turned to the cashier who had disapprovingly looked up at them from his crossword puzzle. "Sorry!"
Katie walked over to Cynthia. "How come every time we go anywhere at all, I end up apologizing for you?"
"We're in a sex shop. I don't think anyone's offended by a swear word," Cynthia told her. "But check this out!"
They both looked at the wall display.
Almost in awe, Cynthia read the words on the package. "Remote-controlled vibrator."
Both girls stood there staring.
In the same tone of reverence, Cynthia said, "Katie, we need these in our lives." Then added, "and in our pussies."
Before Katie could even think of a response, Cynthia grabbed two of them off of their hooks and almost ran to the cashier. As Katie walked up next to her, she heard the cashier ask if they needed batteries.
"Of course!" Cynthia told him. "And you know what? You better double up on the batteries. We have a big day planned!" She draped an arm around Katie whose face was turning red. "We wouldn't want these things dying on us. Or
in us
! Right?" Katie was practically sweating because she was blushing so hard.
Back in the car, Cynthia ripped the first box open. "While I put the batteries in, you start fingering yourself to get ready."
"You're not putting that in me right now!"
"Oh, yes I am!" Cynthia told her. "And the other one in me! This will be a blast! Start juicing up that snatch or I'm pushing this thing into you dry."
Knowing that Cynthia almost always got her way -- and it actually did kind of sound like fun -- Katie started rubbing her clit while Cynthia put batteries into the first vibrator and controller.
Cynthia looked over at her. "You ready?"
Katie rolled her eyes.
"Great!" Cynthia said and reached over between Katie's legs. "Scoot forward and spread those luscious lips, baby!"
Cynthia swirled the small vibrator against Katie to coat it a bit, then wormed it into her. Cynthia watched as it pushed in and then as Katie's cunt swallowed it and closed up around the pink oval. The only thing left was the rubber coated antenna sticking out between her legs.
"It's small," Katie commented. "I can feel it in me, but barely."
Cynthia smiled, pushed a finger into her own pussy, and pressed the button on the remote control.
"Aahh!" Katie's legs slammed shut. "Oh!"
"Nice?"
Katie took a breath. "Yeah... I wasn't expecting that!"
"I think that's the point of it." Cynthia said. "You're just minding your own business and --" She pressed the button again.
"Oooo!" Katie moaned.
"Okay. Me!" Cynthia started tearing open the second unit. When she had the batteries in, she handed that vibrator's remote to Katie. Cynthia spread her legs as best she could in the driver's seat and started to work the vibrator into herself.
Katie pushed the button and Cynthia yelped. She looked over at Katie and scowled. "It's not even in yet."
"You're right!" Katie was grinning from ear-to-ear. "This is fun!"
With a quick push, Cynthia had the vibrator lodged in her twat. "Okay -- Whoa!" As Katie pushed the button again.
She grabbed the remote for Katie's vibrator off the dashboard of the car and said, "Fine! If that's how --" She bolted upright as Katie pressed the button yet again. "Aahhh!"
Cynthia held her thumb on the remote for Katie's and watched as Katie squirmed in her seat.
Katie pushed the button for Cynthia's vibrator and held it down.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!" Cynthia moaned with her lips pressed tightly together.
Both girls were now engaged in a game of chicken to see who would relent first.
Katie, always the "easiest," came first and gushed fluids all over her skirt. When she did, she released the button on the remote. Cynthia gave Katie another couple of moments, then her thumb also came off the remote.
"Truce?" She asked Katie.
"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Katie gasped. "Truce."
When the girls calmed down a bit, Katie looked over at Cynthia with a twinkle in her eyes and gave her a super sexy smile. "This is really fun!"
"And it's going to get even more fun." Cynthia told her. "We're going to the mall!"
Astonished, Katie looked at her. "With these things in?"
"Yup! We're heading to the mall! Buckle up Katie-bear!" And she started the car.
"Uh..." Katie looked down between her legs. "We need to go home so I can change."
Cynthia looked over. "Whoops. Sorry."
While they drove back home, they discussed some ground rules for their game of "Zap," as Cynthia started to call it. The rules they agreed on were pretty simple. Basically, neither girl could zap the other at any time that it would be dangerous -- like while Cynthia's driving -- or extra embarrassing -- like holding the button for a long time while the other is talking to someone or anything like that. And, of course, they had their safe word, "nitrogen," as a fallback.
At their apartment, Katie ran in to change. She pulled the wet skirt off and threw it into the tub to deal with later. She stood in their bedroom in her shirt, sandals, and a pink antenna sticking out from between her legs. She thought for a minute and went back into the bathroom. She grabbed a few sanitary pads, then went back into the bedroom and put on a pair of panties with one of the pads inside. Katie pulled on one of Cynthia's skirts and wrapped a belt around her waist to hold it up. On the way out, she grabbed a shoulder bag and stuffed the extra pads inside.
When she got back into the car, Cynthia said, "What's with the bag?"
"I grabbed some pads."
Cynthia raised her eyebrows in admiration. "Smart thinking."