"For God's sake, T, quit finding excuses to not take the weekend off," Jon said to Trish as they were closing down the bar on Thursday night, "We've got it; we have it covered; the world will continue to spin on its axis if you take a weekend off," laughing at his boss, and, friend.
"Yeah, I know it will, smartass, but..." Trish responded to Jon as she began the cash count for the night.
"But, my ass," Jon retorted, "There's no reason not to enjoy the fruit of your labors."
"Well...if you're sure..." Trish finally said, knowing that Jon was absolutely right. She's worked her ass off for the past fifteen years, building her business, securing a really good income for herself, and her employees, and in all that time, she's taken exactly eighteen days off. So, yeah, she'll take the weekend off and spend it with her girls...
Her girls. Jil and Ellie. Oh yes, Ellie, she was definitely Trish's girl, now, but not in a clingy way. No, nothing like that at all. Ellie was so much like Trish in most ways that they could have been twins. Ellie, make no mistake about it, was firmly on-board the Sapphic Express and not looking back either.
Trish thought about all of that as she made the night deposit a few blocks away, at her bank. Waving to Jon the 'O.K.' signal (never just one person makes the night drop), she found her way to the interstate and settled in for the twenty minute drive to her home. Trish thought back to the morning after she had sucessfully seduced Ellie...
"Coffee?" Trish asked as she walked from her bathroom, glowing and fresh from her shower, directing the question to Ellie, still in bed, naked and with her face showing the remnants of Trish's pussy juices around her mouth.
"Coffee, yeah, that'd be great," Ellie said, still somewhat groggy from just waking up, "But, I seriously need to shower before I do anything; I smell like pussy," laughing a bit when she said it.
"Can't imagine why," Trish teased, "I mean, it's not like you've been eating pussy or anything like that."
"Yeah, I know," Ellie teased back, "I mean, I did tell you that I've never fucked a woman, didn't I?"
"Yep, that's what you said, but this morning, you can't say that anymore, now can you?" replied Trish, pausing at the door, her eyes on Ellie's gorgeous nakedness as Ellie finally got out of bed.
"No, I can't," Ellie said, somewhat seriously, "and for what its worth, I'm glad that it happened."
"Me too, sugar-britches, me too; now, towels, robe and new toothbrush and whatever else you might need are all laid out. Get a move on and I'll start the coffee," Trish smilingly replied.
Ellie joined Trish in the kitchen a very short time later, her skin pinkish from the hot shower, her hair glistening from being freshly washed.
Over coffee that morning, they rehashed yesterday, last night, and Trish admitted that she had planned on seducing Ellie that evening, that she had been thinking about it almost from the day they met.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you did; that's the most fun I've had without clothes in...well, ever," Ellie replied, she and Trish laughing together at her remark.
Two cups of coffee later, they were back in Trish's bed, locked into a passionate sixty-nine embrace, not leaving the fun and games until the sun had set that evening.
And since that weekend? Their friendship remained as strong as ever, only now, it had a FWB 'status'. Because of their individual work schedules and such, they got together for pure sexual release once or twice a week, sometimes less. Neither were looking for 'love', neither were wanting a long-term-relationship; no, what they had was just perfect for the both of them...
Turning into her driveway, Trish noticed that her deck's ropelights were on, casting a soft glow across the driveway near the garage.
"Don't shoot, Trish, it's just me," Trish heard Ellie's voice say from the hot tub area of her deck.
Walking around and entering the deck from the backyard steps, Trish was greeted by the sight of Ellie, in all her naked glory, lounging in the tub.
"See, I told you not to trust me with your house keys," Ellie teased.
"Better you than some hardleg," Trish joked back.
"Join me?" Ellie asked.
"Yeah, think I will...let me drop off my purse and shit and I'll be out in a jiff," Trish said, asking further, "Want something to drink?"
"Cervasa, chickie," Ellie replied.
Settling into the tub, Trish felt the troubles of the world slip off of her body, from her soul, as the warm, bubbling water caressed her body, her cold beer held above the water.
"So, are we on for this weekend with Ms. Jil?" Ellie asked after Trish settled onto one of the sculpted seats, "Am I finally going to meet this young thing that, according to you, just loves to lick pussy?"
Jil's schedule at the University made weekends with Trish a difficult thing to arrange, but when they could, they did. When, during a phone conversation with Jil, Trish told Jil of her new playmate, Ellie, Jil's response was simply, "Can I play with her, too?"
"Yep, you will; should be a fun weekend, in and out of bed," Trish said, thinking about the planned trip into the mountains for dinner, after picking up Jil at CU, in Boulder, on Friday afternoon.
"Will you have to work?" Ellie asked, moving to sit next to Trish.
"Nope; Jon's got it all handled. I'm free and clear until Monday morning," Trish smilingly replied, leaning her head back to rest on the side of the hot tub, closing her eyes in relaxation.
Feeling Ellie's fingertips softly creeping between her legs, Trish smiled and slightly parted her legs for Ellie's fingers. In the few short weeks that they had been lovers, they discovered that Ellie 'really' liked finger-fucking another woman and that Trish 'really' liked being finger-fucked by Ellie.
Win-Win, one could say.
