Monday morning finds four people waking up in states of complete joy. Saturday morning, they were just close friends looking forward to getting together and having some fun. Sunday morning, they had become lovers, especially Jill and Rosy.
After giving their virginity to the opposite sex with each other, they shared things between themselves they never shared with anyone else before. They've become more than just lovers, they're sisters now. Or as Rosy defined it, girlfriends who sometimes will have sex with each other.
Carla and Rosy don't have to be at work until two o'clock, so when they wake up kissing, they spend an hour rolling around in bed having more sex. They fell asleep last night rubbing each other's pussies, and this morning their hunger is still strong.
Rosy can't control her desire as she shimmies between Carla's legs to lick her luscious folds of feminine flesh. Carla lies on her back with legs wide apart, amazed at how horny Rosy is this morning.
After Rosy gives her a glorious orgasm, she lays Rosy on her back, eager to take her turn as pussy licker. She's eaten Rosy so many times, she knows exactly what turns her on the most. Since they have plenty of time, her tongue slowly works its way into her secret garden until it finds the entrance to her womb.
She flutters the tip her tongue around Rosy's glory hole, warming her up before diving in as deep as her tongue will allow. With her tongue in her hole, her nose presses against Rosy's clit, which is beginning to swell. At just the right moment, Rosy feels Carla's flat tongue pressing against her pussy as it glides upward to rest against her clitoris.
Rosy remembers Carla eating her out like this many times and she moans to the the thought of what she knows is coming. Carla slowly works her tongue around the shiny knob hiding under it's little sheath. Rosy's hips can't hold still as Carla coaxes her clit to come out from its hiding place.
With Rosy's chest heaving deep breaths, Carla rolls her tongue in little circles around the shiny little nob of sensitive nerves. She lets out erotic whimpers when Carla sucks on the little girl-cock she knows so well.
"Mmmm... does my little Rosy like what I'm doing?" Carla teases.
"You know I do, big sister, no one can do that like you."
With her hips bouncing around and Carla's lips latched onto her fully erect clit, Rosy loses it. As the orgasmic juices flow from her pussy, Carla eagerly licks her pulsating cunt, lapping up the juices of Rosy's orgasm.
As they kiss a few minutes later in the shower, Carla tells her, "You're a lot hornier now that you've had cock. I thought you might be."
"Oh my God, Carla," Rosy realizes, "I'm horny for more. No one gets me off like you, but now that I've had real cock, I just feel so complete."
"You feel complete, baby, because you are complete," Carla says, "I feel complete too. It's cuz we've both had cock. As much as I'm a committed lesbian, there's no denying that our bodies, both of our bodies, need some cock now and then. It's just nature's way, we can't stop it."
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Allie's alarm goes off at five-thirty like it always does on a weekday. She grumbles and stumbles into the shower like always, but as she starts waking up, she notices a calmness inside she hasn't felt before. A calmness that tells her things are exactly the way they should be.
Drying herself off, she smells the aroma of coffee brewing and walks into the kitchen where Jill is singing a Joni Mitchell song as she cooks breakfast. "Good morning, my sweet Jill," she says as she kisses her.
"Good morning to you, too, my lovely Allie. I feel so good this morning!"
"So do I, babe. It's like waking up in a new life. I don't know if I've ever felt this good before."
"I know I haven't," Jill says, "I feel so girlish. I feel like I'm your wife, and if you didn't have to go to work, I'd suck your cock right now."
"You're the best wife when you're my wife. And you're the best husband when you're my husband. You're the best of everything, and I love you more than anything," Allie tells her.
Their conversation goes like that as they eat breakfast and Jill kisses her husband goodbye before he leaves for work. She's almost jumping up and down with joy as she takes her shower and cleans the kitchen. She doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she knows she loves it.
She grabs her diary, sits down at the kitchen table naked, and starts writing. She writes about about everything they did this weekend, as well as the feelings and conversations she shared with Rosy. As she writes, her words express what she's feeling inside. She giggles as she reads them back to herself.
She ends up writing five pages before realizing she needs to get ready for work. There isn't enough time for meditation, but still plenty of time to get dressed and make her lunch.
She feels a let-down when she gets into Jerry's work clothes. Like the time she was getting dressed after her last date with Gary and Steve, she's starting to resent the time she has to spend being a boy. It's simply not her anymore, and she feels like a fish out of water; like she did her whole life growing up, trying unsuccessfully to make it as a boy.
Her work day flies by and she doesn't know how she got so much work done. All she can think about is Allie and Rosy and Carla. Her body automatically performs her duties at work while Jill's mind is off in another world.
Allie's waiting at the door when she gets home. "Welcome home, my love," Allie says as they kiss, "Get out of those boy clothes. I have something to show you."
"What?" Jill asks.
"Something I just did. Get your girl clothes on before you come in the living room."
Jill does what she's told, and when she gets in the bedroom, she notices Allie's made up the bed with clean sheets and everything looks like it's been cleaned. She feels so good, she puts on her tits, just because she likes the way they feel. Walking into the living room, everything seems so much brighter and cheery.
Then she sees it. Allie's put up their new curtains. Not just curtains, but fancy female curtains... draperies, to be exact. So much was going on last night she didn't think to look at the curtains Allie bought, or the pictures she bought either.
She stands in the middle of the room speechless, as she gazes upon their beautiful semi-sheer linen curtains. They're off-white with a beautiful yellow-gray tree branch pattern. They match their newly painted walls perfectly, and the blinds behind them allow light to come in while still giving them complete privacy.
"Oh Allie! They're so beautiful!" she says, "You picked the perfect curtains for our home. Look at this place. New paint, clean carpet, new drapes. This is our home! And it feels like a home!"
"Look at the picture on the wall," Allie tells her.
Jill turns around and sees a beautiful large picture of different colored daisies hanging above their stereo and TV. "I love it!" Jill shouts.
She runs over to Allie, hugging her and covering her face with kisses. "Thank you, Allie! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Whoa, babe," Allie says, "I didn't do this by myself. Carla is the one who picked this stuff out. All I did was hang it up. I didn't even know what the fuck I was looking at. Carla picked it all out and I just shelled out the cash."
"She's so good, Carla is. She has a real talent," Jill says, "I'm so glad they spent the weekend with us. I feel like our lives have changed. Our lives are changing so fast, I can hardly keep up. All I know is every time something changes, we're in a better place. I love being in love with you!"
"Come over here and smoke a joint with me, you excited little girl," Allie says.
Jill puts Joni Mitchell on the stereo before sitting down with Allie to relax with a joint. She starts getting silly as the pot goes to her head and Allie runs her fingers through her hair.
She looks at Allie and says in a girly tone of voice, "Haw-yeee babeeeeeee, what would you like me to cook you for din-din, babeeee?"
"You silly thing!" Allie laughs, "I'll eat whatever you want to cook."
She tickles Jill's armpit and keeps tickling her as she giggles and rolls around in her lap. Pretty soon they're both tickling each other and laughing up a storm. When things settle down, Jill gets up and cooks dinner while Allie puts their sex-stained sheets in the washer. Times like these, she's glad they have an extra set of sheets.
While they eat at the table, the conversation turns to more serious matters. Not really serious in a bad sense, but serious if they don't take care of business. "I've got to call Gary tonight about our finances," Jill says.
"I remember you saying something about that. I forgot all about it with everything we did over the weekend."
"I didn't think about it either, cuz we didn't have to. But the weekend's over, it's time to handle our money."
"We sure spent a lot of money this weekend," Allie says.
"I know," Jill replies, "I can't believe how much I've spent on clothes. It's expensive being a girl. Now I can see why you haven't saved any of your whore money. Allie has a lot of clothes back there compared to what I have."
"It adds up," Allie says.
"I know. Shit... I spent almost six hundred on my whore outfit, but I needed those clothes."
"You sure did," says Allie, "But a lot of that six hundred was the wig and your tits. A whore can't work without a wig and a nice set of tits," she laughs.
Jill starts laughing too, "Is that what they call the cost of doing business?"
"I dunno," Allie says, "But you're a hot looking whore in those clothes and you deserve to have 'em."
"I spent almost three hundred at the mall yesterday," Jill remembers, "But I got two dresses, three pairs of shoes, two purses, a wallet, and two pairs of really cool jeans. Oh... and I bought Rosy two pairs of jeans the same as mine."
"You needed all that stuff, Jill. Once you build up your wardrobe, you won't be spending so much on clothes."
"Well, it's nice we have the money. Speaking of money... I'm gonna call Gary right now so I don't forget. And after that, I'm going to work on a baby I'm gonna have."
"A baby?" Allie asks.
"Yeah, remember last week after we read in the book about being the Virgin Mary and getting pregnant with an idea?"
"Oh yeah, now I remember. Like we're both pregnant right now with the desire to quit our jobs and own our own house?"
"Exactly. Well, when I was trying on jeans with Rosy, none of them fit. They all were baggy from my waist to my knees, cuz I'm so skinny. Rosy said I couldn't wear them cuz I don't gave a girl's body. And then I got an idea and made myself pregnant with it."
"What idea did you have?"
"I'll show you after I call Gary and we clean up the kitchen."
"I'll clean up the kitchen," Allie says, "that's my job. You cooked."
While Allie's doing dishes, Jill dials Gary's number and a nice female voice answers.
"Hello?" the lady says.
"Oh, um... hi... I'd like speak with Gary Savato, please?"
"Sure, Gary's home. Who shall I say is calling?"
Without thinking, she says, "Um... My name is... Jill."
As soon as she says her name, Jill, she freaks out inside of her head.
'Holy fuck!' she thinks to herself, 'that's probably Gary's wife, and I just fucked her husband last week.... shit! I fuckin' blew it!'
All these thoughts run through her head in a split second. She's relieved when the woman says in a very friendly tone of voice,
"Oh... Jill... I know who you are. You were with Gary last week. He told me you might call. And listen, Jill, I know all about what you did with Gary last week. I knew about it before he even met you.
"He had my permission, and he told me all about it. Sounds like you two... I mean... you three... had a great time. We may meet one day. Just a sec... I'll get Gary for you."
Jill is speechless as she spoke. She doesn't know what to say, and she's glad Gary's wife did all the talking.
When Gary gets on the phone, Jill tells him she'd like to meet with him to talk about their money. Gary's glad she called and tells her he'll come over to the apartment tomorrow night to discuss things.
"Whew!" Jill says as she hangs up, "That started off weird."
"What happened?"
"His wife answered and asked who was calling, I said it was Jill. I freaked out cuz since I fucked her husband last week, I thought I really fucked up. But she said she knew all about the threesome I had with him and Steve last week. It was like it was OK with her that I was her husband's whore last week. Then... she said the weirdest thing... she said we might meet one day."
"Who knows what she meant? As long as she isn't pissed. I mean, he's coming over tomorrow night, right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe I worry too much."
"I wouldn't worry about it." Allie tells her, "You said you were going to tell me about that baby you're pregnant with. I wanna hear about it."
"OK, it's easier to show you than tell you. Wait here, let me change clothes."
In the bedroom, she strips naked and puts on a pair of the men's boxer briefs she bought. They fit skin-tight and the legs go half-way down her thighs. She puts on the jeans, grabs the sack with the quilt batting and walks back into the living room.
"Aren't these cool jeans, Allie?" she shows her, "But they don't fit worth a shit. See how baggy they are up here?"
"Yeah, they're nice jeans... if you had a girl's ass."
"Here's my idea," Jill says.
She pushes her jeans to her knees and says, "See how tight these underwear fit me? I'm gonna sew this padding on the underwear every place I needed to be bigger. When I get it just right, I'll wear these padded underwear under my jeans, and voila! I'll have a girl's ass, a girl's hips, and I'll fit in these jeans."
Allie looks at her for a moment and starts laughing. "You know what Jill? I think that might fuckin' work. You're a genius! If this works out, you have to make some for me!"
"If this works, I'll be happy to make you some. After yesterday, I want start going out more dressed as the girls we are. We just have to figure out how to do it."
Jill pulls the jeans back up, puts her hand inside, and says, "You show me where I need padding, and I'll hold my finger on the the spot. You'll pull the jeans back down and mark it on the underwear."
They go to work marking up the underwear and a few minutes later Jill has an idea how to cut the padding. She takes the underwear off, puts on her nightgown, and joins Allie back on the couch. As Allie rolls a joint, Jill gets her scissors and starts cutting pieces of batting.
"Do you know how to sew?" Allie asks.
"I've never actually done it, but I've seen my mom do it. It can't be that hard. I mean, just push the needle in and pull it out. This is pretty basic sewing."
"Well, take a break and smoke this joint with me."
As they get stoned, they talk about the fun they can have if one of them dresses as a girl when they go out in public. Even simple things like going to the grocery store will be fun going out as a couple.
While Allie watches TV, Jill gets the first layer of padding sewed on. It is slow going at first, but once she gets the hang of it, she uses wider spacing on her stitches, and it goes fairly fast. She puts the padded underwear back on along with the jeans.
"Wow!" Allie says, "What a difference. The legs down here on your thighs fit perfectly. You need more up here on your hips and a lot more back here on your skinny ass. But damn, Jill, this is gonna work!"
"Oh yeah! I knew it would... I mean... I hoped it would," Jill laughs.
"It's getting kinda late," says Allie, "Are you about ready to hit the hay?"
"I can't, Allie. I'm so excited, I don't think I can sleep. I wanna keep working on this. Is that OK with you?"
"Sure, I'll stay up a while longer. We can watch the news until you get tired."
Jill grabs her scissors and cuts new pieces of batting. By the time the news is over, all her pieces cut and she's sewing in the hip pieces. Allie's getting sleepy, but stays by her side as Johnny Carson comes on TV.
An hour later she's got her second layer sewed on. She knows the butt is still going to be loose, so she goes ahead and cuts pieces for a third layer on the ass. Allie's asleep on the couch, but Jill is still wide awake, sewing the third layer on the ass.
Half an hour later, she has it all sewed on. Allie's sleeping soundly and she doesn't want to wake her up. She goes into the bedroom to put everything back on. When she puts on her jeans, she has trouble pulling them over the padding.
