The trip home from Chicago seems longer every time Jill drives it. Even though it was a very fun and successful trip, Jill and Rosy don't want to make a return trip any time soon. In many ways, the return trip to Des Moines symbolizes more major changes to their ever and always-changing lives.
The most significant change for Jill, of course, is that her full-sleeved arm tattoo is finally complete. This third session was much easier to endure than the first two times she was under Rita's tattoo needle. Thanks to Rita's magnificent design and expert needle skills, Jill's once ugly, burn-scarred arm has been transformed into a beautiful work of art. No longer will she wish she could hide her arm from the view of others, or feel pity from those who've felt sorry for her.
One thing they didn't expect was when Rita wore hip-hugger jeans and a halter top yesterday, revealing a beautifully jeweled body ornament, seemingly attached to her navel. She told them it was a belly ring, and that she also does body piercings along with her tattoo business.
Jill and Rosy were both instantly attracted to the beauty of it, and decided to have their own bellies pierced and fitted with a jewel of their own. Rosy, of course, chose a rosy-red ruby gemstone to go along with her name. And for Jill, she chose a dark-blue sapphire stone that will go so well with her raven-black hair; and the lavender, purple, and black lingerie colors that make Jill look so damn sexy.
As they get closer to Des Moines, the realization of another major change dominates their attention. With the remodeling of their new house finally complete, they were in the middle of moving everything from the apartment to the new house last week when they left for Chicago. With Allie busy getting ready to do a gang bang with Dani at the Club tonight, and with Carla working, they're not expecting much progress to have been made.
To their surprise, however, when they get home to the apartment, they immediately notice everything's gone, except for the furniture that belongs to the landlord. Their bedroom is completely empty, as are all the closets. Everything's missing from the kitchen as well.
"Wow," Jill exclaims, "they must have worked their asses off while we were gone."
"No way they moved all this themselves," Rosy observes. "Look... there's a note on the kitchen table.
"It's from Carla," she reads. "She wants me to call her at work."
She picks up the phone and calls the Melody Grill.
"Hey Carla, it's me. The apartment's empty. How did you get everything moved so fast?"
"Surprise, baby doll...! We found a couple handymen in the want ads to move everything for us. Allie thought of it. They finished everything this morning before lunch, and it only cost us $75."
"What about all our shit in the storage locker?"
"All moved, lover-girl. Everything we own is at our new house!
"Anyways, the reason I wanted you to call me, was to tell you I'm spending the night with Becky."
"Are you that horny...? You couldn't wait for me?"
"No, my little Rosebud. I'll always wait for you. It's just that Becky's all freaked out about what she's gonna do next month, when she'll have to start paying rent again. The reality that Sandy's never coming back is finally sinking in."
"And sleeping with you is gonna help her?"
"Well, since Dani is here this weekend, I thought if I could get her all sexed-up in bed tonight, I could get inside her head. You know how submissive she gets."
"Submissive as a rag doll," Rosy giggles. "Almost as bad as me."
"Exactly," Carla goes on to say, "so once I get her all worked up, I should be able to convince her that she really needs to consider hooking up with Dani. I'll bring her with me when we have brunch tomorrow, and make her sit next to Dani. We'll see how it goes from there."
"Carla, you're a goddess!" Rosy giggles. "We were just talking to Dani about it Thursday night, about how she needs to start acting if she wants to impress Becky. It's finally sinking into her head, cuz she's not wearing those shitty clothes anymore. Maybe they're ready to be with each other now."
"I hope so. They both need to be with someone the same way you and I are with Jill and Allie. Anyways, gotta run. See-ya in the morning, lover-girl. Keep your pussy wet for me, I'm hungry for you."
"Always, big sister, my pussy always belongs to you whenever Jill's not using it."
They end the call.
~~~~~
"Guess what, baby?" Rosy turns to Jill. "They hired some guys to move the rest of our shit over to the new house. We're done!"
"Whoa... that is good news! We should have hired someone from the start."
"Carla said Allie thought of it."
"That figures," Jill lets out a playful laugh, "Allie's always trying to get out of work, unless she's working to make her date cum, so she can come home to Carla."
"It's gonna feel weird not being here," Rosy sits on the couch. "We learned so much about ourselves in this apartment.
"Just think, Jill, right here, in this very spot, is where I laid eyes on my very first cock, your cock. It sure didn't take me long to fall in love with it."
"I fell in love with you that night," Jill reminisces, "even if I didn't realize it until months later."
"So did I," Rosy remembers, "the moment my tongue touched you, I knew it was the only cock I'd ever want. Of course, I came to love Allie's cock, too, but yours will always be my favorite."
"Come here, baby," she beckons with her finger, "let me suck you one last time in this hallowed spot."
Jill eagerly shuffles across the carpet to where Rosy's waiting to lean over and kiss the head of her flaccid cock. She grimaces with pleasure as Rosy easily engulfs her. Her sweet lips soon lock around the base with her lower lip touching her balls as her throat grips Jill's rapidly hardening shaft.
Breathing heavily through her nose, Rosy looks up at Jill with a distorted smile and twinkling eyes mischievously. She loves showing off the oral skills Jill and Allie have taught her since she first started sucking cock almost a year ago, in this very spot.
Jill keenly watches her lips moving up her cock, revealing more and more of it until she kisses its head, then swallows it whole once more. It's fascinating how she's learned to speed up or slow down to find a rhythm that suits them both.
Holding both hands-on Rosy's bobbing head, Jill closes her eyes and thrusts herself in and out of her wife's loving mouth. Rosy goes down on it one more time, holding Jill in her throat before backing off and standing up to kiss her husband.
"Let's get something to eat and finish this in our new bedroom, in our new house," she tells Jill.
"Mmmm, yeah," Jill swoons, "I'd like that a lot."
They take a quick walk through the apartment to see if anything was left behind. In what was once Allie's bedroom, Jill notices the full-length mirror still attached to the door.
"We're taking this with us," she tells Rosy.
"Is it yours...? or the landlord's?"
"This is a magic mirror, and I'm claiming it as mine. Roger won't say anything about it if he ever wants to fuck me again."
"Why is it such a magic mirror?"
"Because... I first saw myself as a girl in this mirror. Sarah saw the woman she could be in this mirror. So did Dani, the first time you dressed her up to go to the Club. When girls look into this mirror, they see all the potential inside of them, just waiting to bust out."
"As long as you won't get in trouble," Rosy cautiously approves.
"I'll tell Roger I took it the next time we're in bed."
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After a nice, relaxing dinner, they walk up to the front door of their new house, with Jill's magic mirror tucked under one arm, and Rosy's hand holding on to the other. Fresh, wonderful smells of newly-painted walls excite them the moment they walk through the door.
Taking off their shoes, their feet feel the luxury of soft foam padding under newly-laid shag carpeting. The living room is full of packed boxes, virtually everything they own. The boxes from Carla and Rosy's old apartment, mixed together with all of Jill and Allie's belongings, represent four separate lives, blending together as one.
They turn towards each other and immerse themselves in deep, heavy kisses as they realize it's finally happened. This is home now. This is where they'll likely live out the rest of their days as two couples, joined together in one marriage.
"Oh God," Rosy hugs Jill so tight, "it feels like home already! When you first brought us out here before we were married, I just knew I'd be living here one day."
"Your intuition is strong," Jill smiles, "I've learned to trust it."
"I wonder if our beds are put together yet?"
"Let's go see."
"Oh, look what Carla did," Rosy giggles. "She's already claimed her bedroom."
They both laugh when they see sheets of paper taped to all three bedroom doors. Carla wrote in magic marker, 'Jill and Rosy's bedroom' on the first bedroom door. The one next to it she wrote, 'Allie and Carla's bedroom', and on the door to the big bedroom across the hall she simply wrote, 'Sex Room', which makes them both laugh out loud.
"I just love everything Carla does," Rosy says to Jill. "The day I fell in love with her was the second-best day of my life. The best day was when I fell in love with you!"
"That's how I feel too," Jill agrees, "I love Allie and Carla with all my heart and soul, but you're my legal wife, and I'll always have deeper love for you than them."
"I'm sure that's also how they feel about us," Rosy adds, "and that's just the way it should perfectly be."
~~~~~
Later that evening, Becky's nervously excited about Carla following her home from work. She's been a bundle of frayed nerves the past two weeks, waiting in vain for Sandy, her lover, to come back to her.
She's finally realizing the futility of that shattered hope. Most relationships eventually come to an end, and she's just now coming to terms with the fact that her relationship with Sandy has met that fate.
"Thanks for coming home with me," she tells Carla as they lie naked, kissing in bed.
"Oh... it's my pleasure, little one. I've known how horny you've been lately. I was hoping we could do something about that."
"I've been more lonely, than horny. I just don't do well by myself," Becky's holding back tears, "I just knew Sandy was coming back to me, and now, it's not looking good for that to happen."
She breaks down in Carla's embrace. "Go ahead and cry it out," Carla comforts. "You've been holding on to her far too long. It's time to let Sandy go, and move on."
"But I don't know what I'm gonna do," Becky buries her face between Carla's bare breasts as torrents of tears flow from her eyes.
"Ya know, Becky...?" Carla hugs her tight, like a mother comforting a child. "Sometimes we get so narrowly focused, we blind ourselves to what we can be."
"You think I'm blinded?"
"Well, all you've been focused on since Sandy left, is having her come back. She's never coming back, Becky. It's time for you to move on and find someone new, because like you said, you just don't do well by yourself."
"I've thought about it, Carla, I really have. But finding another lesbian girl is hard to do. The three other lesbians at work already have girlfriends."
"Nothing against our lesbian sisters at the diner," Carla says as she presses her palm into Becky's mound, "but you need to set your sights higher than that."
"What do you mean...? I love those girls."
"I love them too," Carla agrees, "Especially Linda. Fuck... I'd love to get my tongue into her, but I'm not talking about just sex. I'm talking about finding someone who can provide for you, who can take care of you."
"That's what I had with Sandy. She's a supervisor at her job, and she makes good money."
"Yeah, you had that with Sandy, but Sandy's gone. Get Sandy out of your mind, Becky, forget about that bitch, once and for all!"
"But how do you just forget about someone you've been in love with for so long?"
"You can start by opening up those legs for me, and becoming my bitch!"
"Oh... fuck...!" Becky pants, "I need to be someone's bitch."
"You're my bitch tonight," Carla takes charge. "Tomorrow, we'll work on your longer-term problems."
She sixty-nine's Becky, putting a pillow under her ass as she pushes her pussy into Becky's face. Spreading Becky's legs wide apart, she buries her tongue between her moistening lips.
"Do as I do, bitch!" Carla orders.
"This bitch already knows how to do this!" Becky eagerly pushes her tongue into Carla's wet hole.
Like mirror images, they run their tongues and fingers all over each other's private places. Carla's natural dominance is just what the submissive Becky needs in this moment. Feeling Carla's wet finger pressing her into her asshole makes her shudder at the sudden, unexpected penetration.
It doesn't take long for them both to screech that a mutual orgasm is on the way. They lick and suck at each other's swollen sex-buds, enjoying the flow of emotions and tingling sensations meandering through them both.
Awash in the effects of orgasmic afterglow, Becky remembers having orgasms like this every night with Sandy, and wonders what's going to happen to her if she doesn't find another lover, and fast. Her rent will be due in three weeks, and she barely makes enough money as a waitress to pay the utilities and buy food.
She realizes she wants and needs another lover so badly, but right now, all she really wants is another orgasm. She wraps herself around Carla, who's giving her all the pleasures she needs, and more. Even if Carla's someone else's lover, she's her lover right now.
Light kisses between Carla's thighs turn into lingering smooches on her clit. Carla reciprocates Becky's advances with gentle caresses, like butterfly wings tickling her thighs and lips. She relaxes herself to let Becky just enjoy the erotic sensations of sexing with another girl.
After a short while though, she can't lie still and pulls Becky's crotch to her lips. As Becky's doing to her, she teases her wet pussy, then buries her face in the heady mixture of scent and musk.
They lick, caress, bite, scratch, and finger each other for an hour, then they do it some more. Many orgasms soak them like a bubbling brook. Quiet and constant, little shudders of pleasure shimmy their way through tummies pressing tightly together. Their bodies shake in unison, as if they share the same nervous system.
Afterward, they lie cuddling in sweat and happiness.
"I think you needed that," Carla runs her fingers between Becky's still-engorged lips, gently teasing her emerged clit.
"Phew...!" Becky says breathlessly, "I haven't had sex since the last time you and Rosy were over."
"You know, you're the kind of girl who isn't happy unless she gets her sex, like all the time."
"You're right about that. And you're right about me needing to forget about Sandy. It's just hard to give her up, because I don't know where to find someone else."
"Well, if you'd just forget about that bitch and open your damn eyes, there's someone out there right now who wants you."
"Who...? A girl at the diner?"
"No Becky... I'm talking about someone who'll love you and provide for you. And quit acting like a dumb bimbo, you know who I'm talking about."
"Not Dani."
"Yes, Dani, I think you'd like her once you got to know her."
"She/He isn't a real girl. I'm a pure lesbian, you know that."
"Me and Rosy are lesbians too, in case you haven't noticed, and look who we married. Do we look happy...? Damn right we are! After being with two t-girls for over a year now, I can honestly tell you that t-girls are the best lovers for lesbians like us.
"Yeah, maybe Jill and Allie are, but Dani acts so gay all the time. She doesn't act like a girl at all."
"I told you to quit acting like a stupid bimbo. The reason Dani acted gay was because she lived with an older gay guy, and he trained her that way. Rosy's been working with her, and she's getting a lot better. T-girls are like little sponges around girls like us. They're eager to soak up everything we tell them.
"Jill and Allie have turned into the sweetest girls, because me and Rosy trained them that way. You can train Dani the same way. Learn how to show her what to do, and she'll obey everything you say. And she's starting to make a lot of money, so she'll be able to provide for you better than if you hooked up with a lesbian girl who's as poor as you are."
"I'm sick and tired of being poor, that's for sure. Sandy spoiled me that way."
"Dani's going to be making enough money to spoil you like Sandy did. She might seem a bit clumsy, because she still needs female guidance in her manners, but she's not a bitch like Sandy was. Dani's really a sweetheart, and I promise... she'll absolutely spoil you in bed."
"Spoil me with a cock...? Ewwww..."
"Ha...! Her little cock is more like a big clit. Me and Rosy just love it."
"What...? You've had sex with her?"
"Almost every time we see her. If you hooked up with her, you'd still be able to have girl-sex with me and Rosy. She'll probably even be okay with you having sex with any girl you want. I'm telling you, Becky, having a t-girl lover is the absolute best of both worlds."
"Well, she wouldn't be quite so bad, if she'd just change her gay ways."
"She not gay, you bimbo-brain! She used to think she was gay, because she didn't know she was actually a girl, born in a male body. She's very eager to learn.
"If she was with you, she'd be watching you and listening to you. Pretty soon, she'll be acting like you and thinking like you. It's like training a dog to be your perfect pet. You can train a t-girl to be your perfect companion and your perfect lover.