7 comments/ 81509 views/ 69 favorites Bed of Rose's Ch. 01 By: Evil Alpaca Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (or undecided), is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. ---------- ------------------------------------- "This Bed of Rose's . . ." Part 1 ---------- ------------------------------------- "Oh, fuck," she muttered as her fingers traced her vaginal lips. Rose was as turned on and looking for release. She was sitting in her traditional spot overlooking the college soccer fields, watching the girls' soccer team practice. Rose had realized back in high school that she was sexually attracted to girls, and she had a definite preference for athletes. She had discovered this spot a while back. The university wasn't that far from where she lived, and was suitably overgrown so that no one down on the field without a set of binoculars had a chance in hell of seeing her. And she like to watch those girls play while she played with herself. She leaned back in her lawn chair, cupping one of her breasts while she fingered her pussy with her free hand. She would occasionally run the breast-hand down her rock-hard, sculpted body so to double the effort on her moist sex. She noticed the goalie was taking shots, and Rose redoubled the speed of her fingers. You see, Rose REALLY liked the goalie. Her name was Charlotte Webb, which had gotten her teased quite a bit in high school because of the its association with the story and with an old Statler Brothers song. The two of them had sort of known each other back then. But Charlotte was the kind of girl that was supposed to leave town for an Ivy League school and a get a frat-boy boyfriend/husband-to-be and a degree in accounting after she graduated. It wasn't like the university she was going to wasn't prestigious, which in fact it was; it just didn't fit the story Rose had created in her head. The two girls had played on the soccer team together for a year, until Rose's "coming out" with the young English teacher caused problems with her for the other girls. Rose heard that Charlotte had actually stood up for her when no one else would. Rose had wanted to thank her, but she had transferred to another school so she wouldn't have to deal with the constant string of acidic attacks. Thinking of Charlotte made Rose even more aroused. She slid her tight, well-worn jeans all the way down to her knees so she could work on of her fingers into her ass while teasing her clit with her thumb. She pinched one of her nipples, then the other, then started rubbing her mound, wishing it were Charlotte. Charlotte was one of those girls who was just intrinsically cute. She wore her medium length blonde hair up in pigtails all the time and her blue eyes sparkled underneath long lashes. She wasn't cut like Rose was; rather she had just a little of baby fat to fill out her very delectable curves. She definitely had some muscle there (as most soccer players did), but she still had a look of softness to her. She had a nice set of boobs and a lightly rounded but still firm butt. Rose's fingers were working frantically towards the goal of achieving orgasm. All the girls but Charlotte had headed for the showers, and she was just doing a few last-minute stretches. The sight of her bending over and hugging her legs was enough to put Rose over the edge. When Rose achieved release, she did it with gusto. Her body tensed up and started shaking. She let out a series of low, gasping noises before her body arched itself in the final stages of her ecstasy. She sat back into her chair, letting the breeze roll over her sweaty body and waiting for her energy to recover a bit. She looked out onto the field, and Charlotte was still there. She had her stuff in hand, and actually seemed to be looking towards the hill where Rose was sitting. Rose didn't move. It was not likely she could be seen, much less identified from this distance through the terrain but she wasn't going to take any chances. Finally, Charlotte turned and headed back to join the other girls. Rose quickly got dressed and headed back through the woods to her house. It wasn't much of a house, but it was hers. Her father had run off with a county-fair queen a number of years ago, while her mother had waited until Rose had turned eighteen before jumping in a big rig with a nice trucker she had just met and hadn't been heard from since. Apparently, whatever maternal instincts she might have had diminished when she found out her daughter was gay, and hence unlikely to find a rich husband who would support them both. That was almost two years ago. The house (using the term "house" loosely) had been handed down to her father by his crazy father and by default to Rose. They had basically stuck a barn over a large basement and had attached a garage with an overhang next to it. The storm cellar was actually a very comfortable apartment, so that was where she actually lived. Her grandfather had converted it into a fully self-sufficient bomb shelter back in the 50's. It had its own shower, kitchen and phone line. And it was pretty much sound proof. You could get in by going down the concrete stairs at the side of the house or, when it was raining, using a spiral staircase that opened up into a closet in the house. Her grandfather had been paranoid, but Rose thought those stairs were really cool! The upstairs house was both her personal gym, with a punching bag and full weight set, and her office. After her mom took off, she needed to support herself. Her dad had left his tow-truck behind, so Rose had started working for a couple of repair-shops. Some of them were initially reluctant to work with a woman, particularly one as young as Rose, but her automotive knowledge impressed them into giving her a shot. The one thing her otherwise useless father had done was to teach her about cars. She had rebuilt her first engine when she was 13 years old, and she had never looked back. She had been a good student, but the sudden vanishing act of her support system had left her unable to attend regular college, so she took the tow-truck gig. Her goal was to eventually open her own garage, specializing in domestic cars. When she wasn't on call, she took classes from the community college on how to run a small business, and she picked up tips from some of the guys she worked for. It wasn't the glamorous life little girls dreamed of, but she got by. Since the weather was nice that day, she took the quick route to the cellar through the outer doors. She needed to get cleaned up after her little "session" on the hill. She shirked her clothes and headed for the shower. She took a moment to look over her body to see if anything was getting flabby. It wasn't. She took great pride in her appearance. She had long been a workout fanatic, even back in middle school. She was five foot seven inches of lean muscle. She wasn't overbuilt like a professional bodybuilder, but she had clearly defined muscles in places where most people didn't know they had places. After she had gotten kicked off the soccer team, she had started taking boxing lessons at the community center, and took an immediate liking to the sport. She hit the heavy bag at least a half an hour every day, which helped keep her toned. And she liked being able to see the definition, so she had shaved almost all the hair from her body. All except her mohawk. She had naturally red hair that she had grown long until high school. At that point she had shaved both sides of her head, leaving a two-inch streak running straight down the center of her skull. Because the hair that remain was long and because she never used hair spray or anything like it, her hair almost resembled the mane of a horse, which was just fine with Rose. The end of it almost reached her belt-line. Her wardrobe consisted mostly of faded denim or leather pants and she had a bunch of single color, sleeveless cotton shirts. Her breasts were firm enough that she really never war bras, or underwear for that matter. The only clothes she actually took pride in were her biker boots and a long leather duster that ended right above her ankles, which she had inherited from her grandfather. But she only took that out for special occasions, like when she was looking for some action. Action had not come to her often. It wasn't that she was unattractive. Even with the haircut and her style of dress, most people thought she was quite a looker. But she had developed a somewhat distrustful attitude towards the world, which is why her isolated life didn't seem that bad to her. She would occasionally bed some well-built but dumb-as-a-post trailer park wife who was looking to spice up her meaningless existence by having a bisexual fling with a bad girl like Rose, but they never meant much to her. She was content to have her periodic affairs and her afternoons on the hill overlooking the soccer fields. And she had a lot of toys she used when she was at home. She was on call in the evenings that week. School was letting out, so students who had abused their cars all semester were trying to get out of town and their overloaded vehicles were always breaking down. She made pretty good money that week. Enough to pay the bills, put food on the table, and put a little away in her savings account. Someday, she was going to open that garage. On the last day of her workweek, she was headed home when she got a call. While normally she would ignore it, it was raining hard and the thought of someone being stranded out there in the rain bothered her just a bit. The caller had reported a street name that wasn't far at all from her house, which is why they had called her. It didn't take her long to find the vehicle. It was one of those cute little new Volkswagen Beetle convertibles. Call her a purist, but Rose liked the older ones better. She backed up to the front of the car and grabbed her cheap umbrella and made her way out into the storm. She knocked on the driver's window. When the window rolled down, Rose found herself looking at cute blonde girl with very distinct pigtails. "Rose? Rose McGuire?" "Ch . . . Charlotte?" "Holy shit! It's been forever!" The blonde girl lunged through window and gave Rose a breathtaking hug. "Hi . . .breath . . .crushing umbrella . . . getting wet." "Oh, sorry!" Charlotte withdrew into her car. Rose felt her heart beating awfully fast. "You're the tow? That is so cool!" Weird. Charlotte didn't actually sound sarcastic or condescending when she said that. But she had always been a bit bubbly. "Yeah. So what happened?" "When?" Rose chuckled. "With your car." "Oh, that. I don't know. The lights started dimming, including the headlights, so I pulled over. The car stalled, and I couldn't start it again." "Well, could be battery problems, but I can't really look at it out here. I could tow you back to the house where I've got a garage. It's just down the road, so I wouldn't even have to charge you." "That would be so cool! Do I just sit here?" "Nah. You're supposed to sit up with the driver." "Cool!" she said again. "We can catch up." She grabbed her purse and rolled up her window. Rose felt a pang of regret at that. Charlotte was wearing a low cut shirt underneath her fashionable jacket, and Rose had enjoyed the view. When the door opened, she held the umbrella over it so Charlotte could mostly avoid getting wet. Once her passenger was inside the truck, Rose got very drenched hooking the little car up before climbing in herself. "I REALLY hate the rain." "I'm sorry for all the trouble." "No trouble. Just my job." Once back at her little garage, she lowered the Beetle and had Charlotte pop the hood. Both of the battery cables were loose, and one wasn't even touching the battery. There was some other loose wiring, but it only took her a few minutes to get everything straightened up. "There you go. Whoever installed your battery or mucked with it last probably just didn't tighten everything up enough. You should be good to go." "Excellent! How much do I owe you?" "Don't worry about it. You were literally on my way home, and it took me all of two minutes to fix everything." "Thank you. You are SO wonderful!" She paused. "Man, it is really beginning to pour out there!" She was right. The rain had turned it up a notch. Rose half expected an ark laden with two of every animal to come drifting into view. "Listen, if you want to hang out for a bit until this calms down, you're welcome to. We could just chill . . ." "Great. I'd love to! Just let me call my folks and let ‘em know I'm running late. Yes, I still live with my parents. But I got to move into the pool house, so at least I have SOME privacy." She pulled out her cell phone and wandered towards the house. Rose enjoyed watching her butt move. She was wearing a fairly short skirt that didn't even make it halfway to her knees. "O.k. Thanks again for the offer. My mom said that a lot of the roads are flooded anyway, so she'd rather I wait it out." "Cool," said Rose, trying to sound nonchalant. Privately, she was thinking how weird it was. Just a week ago, she had masturbated while thinking of this girl, now here she was. She led Charlotte into the house. Charlotte looked perplexed by the lack of furnishings. Rose tried to put her at ease. "This is my gym. And sometimes my office. I live downstairs." "Downstairs?" "Check this out. I think it's cool." Rose opened the door to what Charlotte thought was a closet and revealed a winding staircase. They descended into the basement, which was a little less sparse. Rose had a huge, king-sized bed that wasn't made. The comforter was black, while the sheets were red satin. She had a plush red sofa, a large comfortable looking rug (with a picture of the signs of the zodiac on it) covering the concrete floor, and various other accoutrements one might expect. "I love your house!" Charlotte practically shouted. "Or should I say your lair!" She grinned. Rose smiled back. Smiling felt strange to Rose. She didn't remember doing that much of it for a while. The two girls talked for hours. Charlotte talked about her university experiences thusfar, her courses, her soccer stories, and her dreams of becoming a doctor. Rose talked about the history of the house, her business ambitions, her workout routines, and some unusual things she had found under the hoods of cars she had towed. There seemed to be no end to the amount of laughter the blonde girl could produce. And the fact that she leaned forward and put her sizeable tits on display whenever she was listening intently didn't hurt matters either. Unfortunately, the rain died down noticeably. Charlotte looked up the stairs. "Well . . . I guess I'd better get going while I've got a break in the weather." She sounded a little disappointed. "Yeah. Listen, it was great talking with you again." And she meant it. Her isolation was mostly self-imposed, but she found it was nice to have at least one person to talk to. "Hey, mind if I drop by again? I'm not doing summer school, so I've got some time to kill. If you're not too busy." "No, that'd be great. I work evenings next week, but I start a month of morning shifts the week after. Besides that, I'll be around." Rose escorted Charlotte up to her car, and waved pensively as she drove away. Rose wondered if she would actually see the other girl again. She went inside and pleasured herself, all the while thinking of a blonde-haired girl with pigtails. She didn't have to worry. Charlotte dropped by several times a week for several weeks. Rose still enjoyed her quiet moments alone, but her friend's visits gave her life a little sense of balance. And with the weather warming up, Charlotte's clothing was getting smaller. The girl seemed to enjoy short shorts and skirts, as well as tight, low-cut shirts and blouses. Sometimes they would go out for dinner, sometime they would eat in. Rose showed Charlotte how to hit the punching bag without breaking her wrist and Charlotte brought tapes of some of her team's away games. And after every visit, Rose would go back to her room, break out one of her many sex toys, and masturbate to images of Charlotte. One evening, Charlotte was over and had been there for a while. It had started raining again, giving the two unlikely friends more time to talk. Rose was sitting on the sofa drinking hot chocolate when Charlotte sat down fairly close to her and propped her legs up on Rose's knees. Rose finally worked up the nerve to say something she'd meant to say years ago. "Hey. Got a question for you. Remember when I got kicked off the team back in high school?" "Yeah." Rose noted some disdain in her voice. "Well, I heard you actually stood up for me." "Fat lot of good it did. What a bunch of narrow-minded . . ." "It was nice that you tried, though." Charlotte stood up. "I didn't do what I should have done." She put her cup on the counter and wandered into the bathroom. "What do you mean?" "It's easy to stand up for what's right after the fact if you're not really risking anything. They gave you the boot because you're gay, right?" "Yeah. And for having sex with a teacher, but . . ." It was strange hearing it said out loud. "Well, I should have told them if they kicked you off for being a lesbian, they needed to kick me off too." Rose froze. Her cup was at her lips, and she found herself staring blankly forward. "Come again?" "Well actually, I haven't cum the first time, but we'll see how this goes." Charlotte came out of the bathroom clad only in a shirt, which was unbuttoned all the way. Rose could see the inside of her cleavage bouncing between the gap in the cloth, as well as her neatly trimmed pubic region. "You see," she continued, "after hearing about you and the teacher and after you got kicked off the squad, I stuck up for you because I was hoping they might accept me too. If I came out of the closet, I mean." "You're serious? You? Gay?" "I guessed you hadn't figured that out yet. That's why I decided to make the first move. I figured you had to be at partially interested, the way you're staring at my tits all the time. I just want you to know before you say anything that I'll be crushed but understanding if you turn me down . . ." Initially, Rose wasn't sure if this was all a joke or a dream or what, but she was face to pelvis with a girl she had fantasized about, and she had made up her mind already. When Charlotte got close enough, Rose leaned forward, reached under the other girl's shirt and grabbed both of her wonderful, round butt cheeks. Charlotte's skin lit up with goose bumps almost instantly. "So, you're not saying no then?" Rose looked up and saw genuine worry disappearing from Charlotte's face. "I wouldn't worry about that if I were you." She pulled the girl forward so that Charlotte was standing on the sofa, her moist sex just inches from Rose's face. Rose lifted her head a bit and began to lick. She wasn't sure how many partners Charlotte had been with, because the blonde girl was reacting to the most basic of Rose's oral skills. She started by just flicking the different parts of Charlotte's nether region at random spots, seeing what was the most sensitive. She darted in the direction of her asshole a few times, which made Charlotte freeze-up noticeably. Not everyone was into that sort of thing, which Rose respected. Besides, she had plenty of other delicious spots to work with. She buried her face in Charlotte's crotch, pushing her tongue as deep in as it could go. For her part, the other girl was beginning to grind her pussy as hard as possible against Rose's face. Rose brought her fingers into play, sticking two of them into Charlotte's pussy while rubbing her clit with the thumb. Charlotte was also becoming painfully aware of the tightness of her jeans and the quickly growing dampness of her crotch. She struggled with the buttons with her free hand, determined not to divert any more attention than necessary from the task at her lips. Finally she was able to fit her hand and start fingering herself, relieving some of the pressure. Bed of Rose's Ch. 01 "Huh . . . huh . . . oh shit . . . oh that feels good!" Charlotte was already panting, and had to put her hands on the wall to brace herself. One hand would sometimes drift down and rest on Rose's head, stroking her stripe of hair and pushing her face further into Charlotte's crotch. Rose didn't need any more encouragement. She had worked three fingers into Charlotte's pussy, and had wrapped her lips around the girl's entire clit area. With three fingers inside her, her upper mound engulfed in Rose's mouth and Rose's tongue dancing across her clit, Charlotte was already close. After only ten minutes of Rose's attention, Charlotte began to cum. She took a breath but was unable to exhale. Her legs were shaking, and then her torso got into the act. Rose's face was quickly covered in her friend's sticky stuff. It seemed to take all of the girl's physical and mental strength just to remain standing as her body came down from her sexual earthquake. Finally, Charlotte uttered "O.k. That was good. We can keep that!" As Charlotte started to back up, Rose stood up and wrapped her arms around the girl's midsection. Charlotte quickly wrapped her legs around Rose's waist. Rose was strong enough to hold her up, but not for long. She quickly moved towards the bed, engaged in a passionate kiss with Charlotte the whole time. She deposited the girl on the bed, and took a moment to look down at the gorgeous creature lying on her sheets. "Take off your clothes," whispered Charlotte. "Slowly. Please?" Rose started with her skintight jeans, which were already unbuttoned. She turned around and inched them past her ass and down her legs. "You're ass is amazing! It is so tight!" Charlotte reached out and grabbed Rose's butt, apparently marveling at its tautness. Rose enjoyed the groping as she pulled her sweat-soaked shirt over her head. "You are so beautiful," Charlotte whispered. "So tight. So hot. So fuckin' sexy!" Rose felt the girl's tongue on her back and her hands pulling Rose down to the bed. The two of them lay side by side, exploring each others body: Charlotte's being soft and voluptuous, while Rose's was lean and hard. Charlotte would fondle Rose's ass while Rose sucked on Charlotte's tits and made her moan. "I just want you to know," said the blonde girl after a few minutes, "I'm not sure how good I am at this. I've only been with a couple of girls, and neither of them were what you would call experts. Or even sober." Rose inverted her body so they were both face-to-crotch. "Just follow my lead." She started eating Charlotte out much as she had done on the couch; with a few flicks of the tongue to key areas. Charlotte did as well as she could. She was a little clumsy in her efforts at first, but Rose made sure to moan whenever she hit a good spot, providing good feedback. Then she started licking Charlotte's pussy like an ice cream cone, all the way up one side of the slit, then the other. She flicked the clit, took the pussy lips in her mouth, and then traced the mound with the tip of her tongue. Charlotte was beginning to keep up quite well, and had even initiated the use of fingers in their little sixty-nine session. Rose felt what she thought were three fingers working their way into her box. "Oh, so you wanna play rough, hunh?" With that, Rose tripled her efforts. "Babe, it is ON now!" was Charlotte's response, and showed herself to be a quick learner. Both girls were licking, sucking, and fingering with almost reckless abandon. Rose rolled them both so that she was on top for a moment before Charlotte countered. The two were rolling around the bed, each trying to be the one on top while still eating the other girl out. After several minutes of this, both girls were incredibly sweaty, and both of their crotches were glistening with juice. Charlotte was attempting to get back on top when she accidentally rolled them both off the bed and onto the floor. "Oh shit," she gasped. "Are you o.k." Rose took a mental inventory. "I think so. I'm seeing stars, but that might be due to the lack of blood going to my brain right now." With that, she took Charlotte by surprise and managed to get on top again. "Ooooh, you little . . ." And they were off again. Luckily the rug was comfortable, and the two girls covered pretty much the entire floor. After a few more minutes of heated pussy licking, they found themselves near the bed again. Rose actually was the first to break the deadlock, and she started trying to crawl back onto the bed. She felt Charlotte's hand grasp her ankle. "Just where do you think you're goin'?" Charlotte began kissing the back of Rose's calves, then the tender area just behind the knee. Her tongue followed a path up the girl's well-muscled thighs until it reached her ass crack. Rose groaned as she felt her friend's tongue licking her pussy from behind and occasionally rim her tender asshole. As much as Rose wanted to "win" their little contest, she was exhausted, and the sensation was all too pleasurable for her to even try and fight back. "I've never tried it, but do you enjoy this?" Charlotte asked, breaking her lip-lock on Rose's pussy long enough to moisten her thumb in her own mouth and then stick it in Rose's ass. Rose gasped audibly, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks. "I'll take that as a yes!" Now Charlotte had Rose on the ropes. She kept her thumb in the redhead's ass while sticking her middle two fingers in the girl's cunt. Since the amount of space available for fingering was limited, Charlotte used her other hand to play with herself. She fondled her breast, gently squeezed her nipples, then diddled her own pussy. Rose managed to start crawling forward again, forcing Charlotte to follow her back onto the bed. With both of them back where they started, Rose managed to line their bodies back up face to crotch again. But instead of using their tongues, they both seemed content to use their fingers. This left them to stare into each other's eyes. Both girls had looks of smoldering intensity. They were both covered in sweat. Charlotte's hair was plastered to her head. They were also both fingering each other like mad. Charlotte, possibly due to having come already, was able to get Rose off first. Rose's orgasm was more powerful than anything she had experienced before. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. Her cum flowed down her legs and onto the bed sheets. It seemed like forever before she came down. It also seemed like she came down too soon. "I win," said Charlotte weakly. The girl looked exhausted, but extraordinarily happy. Rose wasn't willing to completely concede defeat, if you could even call have a mind-numbing orgasm at the hands and mouth of a beautiful woman "defeat." She had an idea. "On your knees dear. This isn't over." Charlotte did as she was told. Rose reached down, sticking two fingers into Charlotte's box and cupped her mound. She then pushed her own body against the other girl while reaching around and grabbing a solid handful of ass. As she started fingering her friend in earnest again, she whispered into Charlotte's ear, "Fuck my hand! Grind your hips against it and fuck my hand!" Charlotte did just that. Rose was fingering as hard and fast as she can with her pinned arm, and Charlotte was humping against it with great determination and zeal. Rose kept whispering "Fuck it. Fuck it. That's it. Fuck my hand like a good girl!" She stopped whispering long enough to nibble on Charlotte's earlobe, then started sucking on her neck. It didn't take much of this to finish Charlotte off. She came for the second time that evening with as much intensity as the first. She had to put her hands on her own calves to keep from fall over backwards. The two girls were looking lustily into each other's eyes until Charlotte could no longer keep her own eyes open. Here body was quivering, making her chest quiver and bounce more than usual. And finally, it was done. The two girls collapsed onto the bed. Rose had one arm draped over her lover's body, and their head rested right next to each other on the pillow. "Was I alright?" asked Charlotte finally, with a hint of trepidation. "You were better than alright. I've never felt this good in my life. And it was all because of you." Charlotte practically beamed at those words. The two girls continued to kiss and nuzzle and make small talk until neither could stay awake another second. Rose awoke after a few hours. She was actually amazed at that, since she had never been as physically drained as she had been after having sex with Charlotte. That fact hit her like a freight train. She was in bed with a beautiful, athletic woman she had fantasized about since high school. A woman who had broken through her self-imposed isolation like an 18-wheeler. She didn't want this relationship, if that's what it was, to come to an end, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to rejoin the world. Or if she really wanted to. Rose quietly inched her way out of bed, gently lowering Charlotte's arm to the sheets. She made her way, completely nude, upstairs into her gym. Since the apartment below was mostly soundproof, she was determined to get a quick workout done. It was something that always helped her clear her head. She did a fast warm up, then hit the weights. She was doing a toning set on the bench press when she heard the stairway door open. "Couldn't sleep?" asked Charlotte quietly. "No. Strange. I was dead tired a few hours ago. You wore me out girl." "I hope this didn't weird you out." "No. Listen, I was really happy it happened. But sometimes I get freaked out when good things happen to me. I'm not used to it, I guess." "Well, if you like, I can try and arrange for good thinks to happen to you. A lot. Maybe even a couple of times a day!" Rose looked up and saw Charlotte smiling shyly. What did this woman possibly have to be shy about? "I'd like that. I think I'd really like that." Charlotte was kneeling next to Rose and she was finishing a set. "Do me a favor?" "What?" "Do a few more. Please? I love watching your muscles . . ." she paused to lightly kiss Rose's abdomen and gently tongue her naval, ". . . move underneath your skin," she finished. Rose was willing to anything that would keep Charlotte doing what she was doing. She didn't have much weight on, so she started another set. "God, you're sexy." Rose felt Charlotte gently parting her legs, and then felt the girl's tongue tracing her pussy lips. "Oh shit." She tried to pace herself well, because she didn't want to drop even this small amount of weight across her neck. Charlotte's tongue and lips and increased in ability exponentially over the course of the night. Or maybe it just seemed that way since Rose didn't have enough blood flowing to her brain right now. Nah. She was willing to give the benefit of the doubt to her protégé. It only took a minute until she was covered in sweat. The strain of the weights, a tongue on her clit, three fingers in her pussy and one digit invading her rectum were almost more than she could stand. The cool night air on her skin contrasted with the hot breath on her crotch. Charlotte withdrew her fingers and replaced them with her tongue again. She would alternately suck Rose's pussy lips into her mouth, then lick the slit from bottom to top. She had a single finger acting like a piston in Rose's puckered sphincter. It was all too much. Normally, it took a lot longer to get Rose off, but this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She locked her arms with the weight above her head. If she brought it down again, she didn't think she be able to lift it again. Meanwhile, she felt her pussy walls clamping down on Charlotte's tongue, and her asshole gripped the girl's finger. Her body arched off the bench as every other muscle in body clenched itself. She quickly moved the weight back to the rest position before she dropped it across her neck. "Ah . . . ah . . .aaaahhh." And it was over. Her body sunk to the bench. Her skin was coated with sweat, and her crotch was coated with her own cum. Charlotte moved down, still on her knees, and rested her head on Rose's chest. "You're heart is beating so loud. Did little old me do that?" "You don't fool me for a minute. You know perfectly well what you did." "Yeah," she said coyly, "but I wanted to hear I from you." She kissed Rose. Their tongues touched, then started exploring each other's mouths. Charlotte broke the kiss somewhat reluctantly. "Now come back to bed." For one of the few times in her life, Rose was too tired to even argue. The two girls went back downstairs and fell back to sleep. Rose had to start work early the next day, so she and Charlotte kissed goodbye. Neither was sure what to say, so Charlotte asked if it would be okay if she dropped by the next day. Rose hugged her, gave her ass a quick squeeze, kissed her, and said that would be just fine. That whole day was kind of a blur, and she spent a lot of time sitting in her truck. Most of the college kids were away on vacation, so business would slow down a little, but nothing to worry about. One of the mechanics at one of the garages actually asked her if she was o.k., because she actually looked happy. She had taken a playful punch at his arm that landed harder than she expected, but those guys were tough. He laughed and she laughed back. Most of the guys she worked with hadn't seen her laugh much before. The next day, she actually found herself worrying. What if Charlotte had changed her mind? She tried to shake off the unease by reminding herself it wouldn't be the first time she was alone. But she couldn't dismiss one fact; it would be the first time she could remember not wanting to be alone. So her heart skipped a beat and she sighed with relief when she saw that little blue Beetle sitting in the drive after her last run. Charlotte was sitting on the storm doors when Rose drove up. Her hair was back up in pigtails, and she was beaming a brilliant smile. She had on some of the tightest, flimsiest jogging shorts (pink, of course) that Rose had ever seen, and tight, blue-pastel t-shirt that was tied off above the midriff. She was so fucking cute! She stood up and literally bounced down to meet Rose at the truck. Rose was wearing grease-covered overalls and a work shirt. She suddenly felt a little disappointed in her appearance. Charlotte seemed not to care as she gave Rose a big hug and kissed her square on the lips. "Missed you!" Rose smiled. Charlotte wasn't just a girl: she was a cheerful phenomenon. "Hey, hands off! At least let me get cleaned up and change clothes." Charlotte began to pout somewhat extravagantly. "Oh, all right. But put on ‘yer finest outfit ma'am. We be going to be goin' to McDonalds!" she finished in an outrageous Texas drawl. "McDonalds?" "Yeah. Your fridge is empty. I checked." The two girls laughed. Charlotte looked on appreciatively as Rose got undressed. Rose made sure to take her time. When she got done showering, she found Charlotte had rooted through her closet and laid out some clothes for her. Black leather pants and a red leather vest. "Do you even own underwear? I looked everywhere and couldn't find any." "I think so. I couldn't tell you where it was if my life depended on it. Could be in a box somewhere." "We'll have to do something about that. No, I'm not going to force you into a complete makeover. But you have some fine assets, with an emphasis on ‘ass.' You should show them off sometimes." Rose was sliding into her pants. "Show them off to who?" "Me," returned Charlotte, who helped Rose lace up her vest. "There we go. Shall we?" The two girls went off to dinner. Rose was a little taken aback by it all. Charlotte would occasionally grab and hold her hand. She would whisper conspiratorially in Rose's ear or kiss her on the cheek or lips for no apparent reason. On the drive home, Rose brought this up. "Hey, uhm, I'm not sure how to ask this but what was up tonight?" "What do you mean?" "Well, it almost seems like you were trying really hard to make everyone knew we were together." She moved to head off any misinterpretation. "Not that I mind people knowing we were . . . well, together, but you just seemed to making it super-blatant." Charlotte sighed. "Remember how I said I wish I had done more when you got kicked off the team in high school?" "Yeah, but I'm cool with that. You weren't ready." "Maybe. But I kind of want to convince myself I'm not going to hide this time. I've been with a couple of girls before, but I've never really ‘outed.' I guess this is just my way of doing it." "Cool." Rose reached out and took one of Charlotte's hands in her own. She brought it to her lips and kissed the back of her hand. Charlotte was practically glowing. When they got back to Rose's place, she got an idea. "Wait here for a second." Charlotte looked quizzical while Rose went inside. She grabbed a bag of toys and a spare blanket. "Follow me." Even though it was beginning to get dark, Rose was able to navigate to her favorite little spot on the hill. And since the moon was going to be full that night, they wouldn't have any problem finding their way back. "Holy shit! You can see the soccer fields from . . . Hey! Do you come up here often?" You have no idea, Rose thought to herself. "Yeah. I enjoy it here. Actually, that has something to do with what I wanted to tell you. I actually come here to watch you." Charlotte looked flabbergasted. "Really?!? Why didn't you ever come down and say hi?" "I didn't think you would even remember me." "Remember you? Hell, I wanted you to be my first . . . you know. But you took off right after the incident, so I never got the chance to ask. You know, about a month ago I could have sworn that I saw something red moving around up here. The first thing I thought of was you. That's why . . ." Charlotte trailed off. Even in the dimming light, Rose could tell she was blushing. "'That's why' what?" "That's why I took the time to look you up. And find out where you lived and where you worked. And . . ." Charlotte was blushing furiously. "And why I loosened my battery cables in a place where you were most likely going to be the person who got called." Rose was speechless. She thought she had brought Charlotte out here to spring a surprise on her, and once again the tables were turned. "You set me up? I . . . You . . ." Rose knew she wasn't making any sense. "Don't be mad! I just didn't know how else to approach you and . . ." Charlotte was cut off when Rose fell down, laughing her proverbial ass off. Charlotte just stared at the other girl incredulously. Then she started to giggle, then chortle, and then she was laughing just as hard as Rose. Soon they were both on the ground rolling around in the grass. "Oh, man!" said Rose at last. "What a pair we make!" "We don't do very many things conventionally, do we?" "No. No we don't." She looked over at Charlotte. "You know, I didn't come out here all the time to just watch you. I, well, entertained myself as well." Charlotte rolled over on her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms and looked at Rose. "Really? So what are you going to do now that I'm here in the flesh instead of just in your mind?" "I'll think of something." She unrolled the blanket and set her bag next to it. Charlotte lay down on the blanket much as she had been on the grass. "Close your eyes," said Rose. Charlotte did just that. Meanwhile, Rose got undressed. The moon was out now, and the sun had just disappeared below the horizon. She reached into her bag of goodies and pulled out two thin gloves, each of which had a small battery pack that tied to her wrists. She straddled Charlotte's back, and with some help pulled the girl's t-shirt over her head. Then Rose turned the gloves on. There were small pads in the fingertips that started to vibrate, and the pads in the palms produced a small amount of heat. The batteries only last for about an hour with these things, but that was usually plenty of time. Bed of Rose's Ch. 01 Rose started at her friends neck, and the reaction was noticeable. "Oh! Oh I like that. Where on earth did you get those things?" "Adult novelty shop." "We . . . we really need to go . . . mmmh . . . go shopping there again sometime." Rose's hands massaged Charlotte's neck then she started working the shoulders. She could feel the knots and tension dissolving beneath them. She started moving her hands in ever widening circles, further down the girl's back and around the side; massing the sides of her breasts. Then she scooted back so she was straddling the upper part of Charlottes legs, so Rose could work the middle of her back, lower back, and finally that wonderful ass. Rose spent a lot of time massaging those beautiful cheeks, running her fingertips all over that tight pair of pink shorts. She scooted back one more time so she was over Charlotte's knees, and that's when the real fun began. She massaged Charlotte's upper legs, then her hands crept up and under those lovely shorts. "I don't know what you're looking for," moaned Charlotte, "but I think it is a little lower." Rose had Charlotte's legs pinned together with her knees. She turned one hand sideways and wiggled it between Charlotte's thighs just below her ass. Her thumb was in just the right position, so she began rubbing it up and down the other girl's mound. Sometimes she pushed inward just a bit, stimulating the sensitive opening. And Charlotte was completely at her mercy. With all of Rose's weight on the back of her legs, all she could do was hump upward a little, groaning and gasping for breath. "Let me roll over," she asked plaintively. "Please?" Rose smile and let the other girl roll over. But as soon as she was comfortable, Rose straddled her midsection again. "Gotcha!" She reached back with one hand and began fondling Charlotte's crotch again, but this time she had more access. She pushed in a little deeper than she had been able to before. Charlotte was arching her back as much as she could, and was pushing her breasts together. That gave Rose an idea, and she moved her free hand up to grasp one of those wonderful globes. She teased the girl's nipples with her vibrating fingertips and caressed the soft skin underneath with the heated palms. Charlotte had an almost maniacal look in her eyes. She flung her arms out to give her some leverage, and her hand encountered Rose's bag of goodies. She rooted around in it for a moment, then made a pleasurable, squealing little noise. "What do we have here?" She pulled out Rose's double-ended dildo. "What on earth could you use this for?" Rose grinned and took it from her. "Well, I guess this means we're going to have to get those shorts off so I can show you." She got off Charlotte's midsection, and the blonde girl lifted her butt off the ground so Rose could peel her very damp shorts off. Rose took a moment to take a few licks of Charlotte's cunt, then put one end of the dildo at the girl's opening. "How it works is this goes in here," she said pushing the head inside her friends waiting box, "and it gets pushed about halfway in." By that point, Charlotte's eyes were almost completely rolled back in her head. The dildo's progress was slow, as Charlotte was incredibly tight. "Then while you keep your legs spread, I turn sideways like this, and the other end," she said as she placed the free end of the dong between her own pussy lips, "goes in here." She slowly worked the other half of the toy into her body until she and Charlotte were mound-to-mound, and the dildo had completely disappeared from sight. "Oh fuck me!" groaned Charlotte. She was beginning to move up and down the shaft, pausing at the bottom of every swing to grind her pussy against Rose's. Rose followed suit. After remembering she still had the gloves on, she ran a hand down the inner part of Charlotte's thigh until it reached the junction between the two girls. She placed her hand on her friend's body, and began massaging the mound and clit with her thumb. Now any one of the three things that was going on, including pussy bumping, dildo riding, and the vibrating gloves, would have been enough to make Charlotte cum. The three things together gave her no chance of survival. After only a couple of minutes, the blonde girl was in the throes of orgasm. Rose actually had to stop because Charlotte's legs clamped down on Rose's body, and the girl's vaginal walls clamped down on the plastic invader. Rose looked at the other girl as her muscles started to relax. Her skin was glistening with sweat and girl-juice. The look on her face was pure satisfaction. In a word, she looked . . . well, beautiful. Charlotte lay on the blanket with her arms stretched out at her sides, looking very much content. But as Rose started to disentangle herself from Charlotte's legs, the other girl showed signs of life. "Oh no. We don't stop until we've BOTH gotten off!" "So," Rose said coyly (and a tad huskily), "what did you have in mind?" Charlotte leaned forward and whispered into Rose's ear. "Just get on your hands and knees, and I'll show you a REAL good time." Rose did just that. The two-ended dildo had slid out in the uncoupling process, but she felt it being pushed gently into her slick pussy once again. Then, she felt the other end touching the puckered rosebud of her asshole. "Oh, you are a naughty thing!" she whispered, waiting anxiously for what she knew was coming. "Just stay right there and I'll treat you real good. And since I don't want you to bite your own lip or anything," Charlotte continued as she grabbed up her discarded shorts and sticking the crotch of them in Rose's face, "maybe you should bite down on these." Rose took some of the shorts in her mouth. This was kind of cool, she thought. The smell of Charlotte's sex permeated the material, arousing Rose to all new heights. Then she felt the other end of the dildo being pushed gently put determinedly into her waiting ass. As always, it too a moment for her rectum to adjust to an intruder, so she put her head down on the ground while biting down on Charlotte's shorts. As her butt-hole released its death grip, Charlotte was able to start moving both ends of the toy. She put her had around the middle of the device, as if it were the handle on a suitcase. She started pulled and pushing the entire dildo at once, in and out of both openings. Rose was in heaven. She had tried doing both ends before on her own, but it was impossible to get this kind of action going when you were on your own. Charlotte's hand picked up its pace. It must have looked like a piston moving; in and out, over and over. Rose elbows were on the ground and her hands were clenched around the back of her head. It felt so fucking good! She was getting jack-hammered in both holes by a plastic cock being wielded by her sex-crazed dream girl while she inhaled that very girl's aroma from her moist, sticky shorts. Dream girl. Was that what Charlotte was? Yes, thought Rose to herself. She definitely was. It wasn't long until Rose felt a familiar sensation building up inside. "I'm close. Do me a favor, okay?" "Anything. And I mean anything!" "I want to come on your face!" "That's like offering water to a woman dying of thirst!" Charlotte lay on her back, and Rose backed her crotch over her girlfriend's face. While leaving one end of the dildo buried in Rose's backside, she pulled the other end out so she could have the whole pussy to herself. She practically buried her mouth and tongue in Rose's box, waiting for her sweet reward. She didn't have to wait long before Rose exploded, grinding her pussy against Charlotte's face as the juice flowed from her body. As the last waves of pleasure ran through her, she felt Charlotte's tongue still licking gently away. She felt her friend kiss her pussy, then she felt a tugging on her hips. Rose slid down until, once again, they were lying side by side and looking into each other's eyes. "You look even more beautiful in the moonlight, by the way," said Charlotte, who was gently tracing the outline of the muscles on Rose's arm. "I think I could get used to fucking you outdoors." She nibbled on Rose's ear a bit before and after uttering the word ‘fucking', which was a sensation Rose enjoyed very much. "You're beautiful always. As far as sex outside," she continued while gently palming on of Charlotte's breasts (after discarding the now non-functioning gloves), "I think it would be fun to try snow. Sure it would be cold," she said while snuggling closer to Charlotte, "but that would mean that we would have to make more heat somehow." "Somehow indeed." Charlotte looked quizzical for a minute. "Listen love," she said. Love, thought Rose. She liked the sound of that, too. "I've got a question for you," her friend continued, "and I hope it doesn't freak you out." "Well?" said Rose. "Well, my parents want to meet you. Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? I know it's your day off." Rose was amazed at this girl's ability to amaze her. "You want me to meet your parents? Seriously?" "Yeah. I kind of told them about you, and about us. I left out some of the naughtier details, of course, but that I hadn't been out with ‘just a friend.' I think they suspected I was gay, but . . ." "Wait a minute! I thought you said . . ." "I said I'd been with a couple of girls, but they were either drunk or even more shy than I was. Certainly they weren't even close to being . . .well you." "So you outed yourself to your parents? Because of me? They're going to want to kill me! I know I'm gonna . . ." Charlotte cut her off. "Actually, they're not. I think my mom suspected, so it was almost as if she was waiting for it. And I think my dad was happy. He actually said, ‘Well, at least you won't get knocked up anytime soon.' It was kind of strange." "He actually said that?" "Yep. So, what do you think?" Rose lay there quietly for a moment. She hadn't imagined things moving that fast. She also realized that one thing that she was afraid of was that Charlotte's parents wouldn't like her. Charlotte seemed to sense her trepidation. "Don't worry. They're quirky, but my parents are good people. They were both hippies long after the movement was over. And don't stress about making yourself up. You are who you are, and I want them to like you for that. I certainly do." Rose made up her mind. "O.k." It felt good to say it. She was going to take a chance, sink or swim. Charlotte made it worth it. "But," continued Charlotte, "we are DEFINETLY going to have to buy you some underwear. And maybe some lingerie. And possibly . . ." Rose cut her off with a kiss and a smile. They lay there on the blanket for almost an hour, basking in the light of a full moon. ---------- --------------------- To Be Continued . . . Bed of Rose's Ch. 02 Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. And if you are offended you might want to wonder why you are looking at "eroticstories.com" in the first place. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. This story is, as the name implies, the second part of an earlier story, titled "This Bed of Rose's." Please reference that story for descriptions. * * * * * Chapter 2: Caught In Charlotte's Webb The day had started simply enough. It was an important day for Rose. She was actually going to meet her girlfriend's parents. Unbeknownst to her, Charlotte had officially outed herself to her parents just a day or so earlier, and apparently they insisted on meeting this "girl" that had become so prominent in her life. And Rose was petrified. Meeting someone's parents is something she had assumed only straight people did, though she realized that was a little silly of an idea. But she had agreed to this. She and Charlotte had gone shopping to find her some clothes that fit Rose's style but were a little more presentable than her standard tight, well-worn jeans and tee-shirt. Dealing with the bright red mohawk that Rose sported was going to be bizarre enough. The two girls couldn't be more different in appearance. While both athletic, Rose was all muscle, lean and mean. She was beautiful for sure, at least everyone but her seemed to think so. She had a body that resembled a Greek goddess. But while Rose was all leather and muscle, Charlotte was soft and cuddly. This wasn't to say that the blonde girl who always wore her hair up in pigtails was fat, because that was far, far from the truth. She was an athlete, being a long time soccer player who was the goalie for the university team. While Rose had handful sized breasts, Charlotte's cups did "runneth over." And Charlotte had a hint of baby fat on her body, which made her absolutely adorable. But they were very compatible personality-wise. And Rose was flattered beyond belief that Charlotte was comfortable enough with their relationship that she wanted her lover to meet her parents. And while Rose wanted to maintain her identity, she had compromised with Charlotte by letting her pick out the clothes. The big night was upon them, and a potential problem had arisen. Rose was afraid her first phrase to Mr. and Mrs. Webb would be, "I'm sorry we're late, but your daughter was performing oral sex on me." Which is pretty much what was happening. She had been trying on some pants that Charlotte thought "would look darling" on her. They were made of some stretchy material that resembled felt. They were black in color with small roses embroidered up and down each leg in small columns. They clung to her like a second skin, and Rose supposed they looked nice enough, but they weren't really practically and were more than a bit on the warm side. And for some reason, her blonde friend had insisted she wear this silly red-silk g-string. Rose had questioned how wearing a thong was supposed to impress her parents. Charlotte had made the point that the lingerie wasn't for her parents. With that, Rose had been pushed over on the bed and her pants had been pulled up to her knees. Charlotte simply pushed the panties out of the way and began licking Rose's pussy. After a few minutes, the redhead decided to object. "Hon, as much as I . . . ooh, a little to the left . . . would like to do this right now, we're going to be late." "We have two hours," came the response. Charlotte had withdrawn her tongue and was using two of her fingers like a piston in Rose's box. "But we always have to take a shower afterwards, or we'll be covered in sweat and . . . well, other stuff." Despite her words, Rose's heart really wasn't in her objections. Charlotte was just too good at what she was doing. "Hmm. You've got a point. But I've got an idea." Charlotte stood up and pulled Rose's pants all the way off. "We can save time by fucking IN the shower!" With that, she turned and began shirking her clothes on her way to the bathroom. She had said it so matter-of-factly that Rose couldn't help but smile. By the time she had peeled herself off the bed, Charlotte already had the shower warmed up and was completely naked. Rose crept up behind her and wrapped her up in her arms, groping her tits in the process. "What kept you?" Charlotte murmured, stepping towards the shower and pulling Rose with her. "A certain blonde bombshell was just doing something that made my knees weak." "What a naughty girl she must have been." "Oh she was," teased Rose. "And she's gonna get what's coming to her!" Rose slid the shower door shut and gave Charlotte a warm kiss. No matter how many times they had been together, Rose was amazed at how attracted she was to the other girl. And now was no exception. Her hair was already drenched and plastered to her head, and as she spun, Rose watched the water flow in and around her curves while droplets hung perilously on the gentle swell of her breasts. She noticed Charlotte was blushing. "What's with that?" asked Rose, gently touching her lover's skin. "It's just it makes me feel all warm inside. You know, when you look at me like that." "Like what?" Charlotte leaned in against her body. "With those big eyes just devouring my body." She kissed Rose, and let her hands drift down that toned muscular physique so they could firmly grasp that incredibly tight ass. "With that 'come-hither' stare." She slowly got down onto her knees, kissing her way down Rose's body, including lightly tonguing her naval. "With that look that tells me in a glance what you want me to do to you." Then words escaped her as she buried her mouth in Rose's privates again. Rose looked down, savoring the feeling of lips on her pussy and a tongue in her slit. She savored the sight of water cascading down her muscular torso and onto Charlotte's face. The other girl had slid one hand between Rose's legs and had penetrated her ass with her index finger. She knew how to push Rose's buttons. Rose actually had to lean against the wall of the shower and grasp the top of Charlotte's head to keep her knees from buckling. The blonde girl's tongue was buried in her deep, probing her insides in a methodical fashion. Considering they had a deadline, Charlotte didn't seem to be in much of a hurry. Her tongue was moving at a languid pace. When she finally withdrew it, it was only so she could tease Rose's clit more directly. Eventually it became too much, and Rose's grasp on Charlotte's head (as well as the handle to the shower door) intensified as she began to cum. She could only imagine what it was like for Charlotte, not knowing whether the fluid at her lips was water or Rose's juice. But she didn't imagine her friend much cared. Finally her body finished shaking, and Charlotte looked up at her with a satisfied smile on her face. "My turn," was all she could say. Rose pulled the girl to her feet and spun her around. Then she had Charlotte bend over while Rose got on her knees. The water was cascading down the girl's back and down the crack of her ass like a waterfall. Rose grabbed a double handful of ass, spread those cheeks wide open, and went to work on Charlotte's delectable pussy. She licked up and down, periodically teasing the sensitive area between the bottom of the slit and the anus. Charlotte had never shown interest in anal play, but stimulating this area got her to make some interesting noises of pleasure. "I fuckin' love it when you do that," the girl said. "Then I guess I'd better do it again," Rose returned, then let her tongue dance on that area again. Then it was back to the pussy proper, including sucking on her swollen lips. Charlotte was bent over far enough that Rose was able to reach one of her hands between Charlotte's legs and fondle one of the girl's substantial tits. It was especially warm right now, and it was slick due to the steam and water. Charlotte moaned louder. She was close. "Get on your knees," Rose said. "If I had a dime every time you told be to do that . . ." Charlotte retorted playfully. But she also did as she was told. Rose moved so that her body and breasts were pushed directly into her friend's back. She reached around Charlotte's waist and ran her hands down the girl's body until they reached her crotch. "I don't want you to touch yourself," Rose whispered in her ear. "I want you to let me take care of you." She started inserting fingers into Charlotte's box. She used just one at first, then two and then three. Her other hand mostly rubbed the girls mound or squeezed her lips together around Rose's fingers, but sometimes she had to reach up and tweak Charlotte's nipples. It didn't take long until Charlotte's pussy had a death-lock on one of Rose's hands while her body trembled in ecstasy. By the end of her orgasm, Charlotte was breathing quite heavily, and Rose slid her hands up so she feel the girl's heart beat under her sizable chest. Charlotte turned her head so the two girls could share another passionate kiss. "Just in time," Charlotte gasped, finally breaking the kiss. "How's that?" "We've just run out of hot water." The two girls almost screamed when cold water came blasting through the pipes, and the scurried turn off the water and get out of the shower. The were both standing naked in the bathroom, dripping water all over the place and looking for all the world like a couple of wet (albeit sexy) rats. They looked at each other and started to laugh, and eventually got around to toweling each other off. An hour and a half later, they were sitting in Charlotte's car outside her parents' house. Rose was a nervous wreck. She had been in fights, towed the cars of some very scary people, had been kicked off a soccer team for having sex with a teacher, and had been abandoned by her own parents by the time she was eighteen. And none of that had made her as jittery as meeting this girl's parents. And to make matters worse, Charlotte had talked a little bit about them on the way over. Her father, it would seem, was a federal judge and a card-carrying member of the NRA who enjoyed hunting when he had the chance. Her mother was a high-priced defense attorney who belonged to a book club and enjoyed knitting and watching John Wayne movies. One thing kept running through Rose's mind on the way over. 'I'm gonna die!' When they got to Charlotte's house, Rose's eyes were opened wide. The house was enormous. It was one of those houses that actually had a six-foot tall brick wall all the way around and an intimidating-looking iron gate. They pulled up to the house and parked beside a BMW 330ci convertible and a Jaguar S-Type R. Rose found herself drooling looking at those cars, particularly the Jaguar, dreaming about its supercharged V8 engine that could go from zero to sixty mile-per-hour in less than five and a half seconds. Charlotte actually had to snap her fingers in Roses face to bring the girl back to reality. They went through the massive front doors into a parlor bigger than Rose's house. A maid ushered them into the dining room where dinner was being laid out. Mrs. Annabel Webb was seated at one end of the table while Mr. Jonathan Webb was at the other. Only two other chairs were left at the table, conveniently on opposite sides of the table. Oh well, it was to be expected. Mrs. Webb was a very proper looking woman with short blonde hair, dressing in a 3-piece suit at what Rose had been hoping would be an informal dinner. Mr. Webb, handsome for his age (even to Rose), was a little more laid back in his tan slacks and white golf-shirt. It was hard to read either of their faces, and Rose was worried that might be intentional. Things started civilly enough. There were comments about the weather and traffic. But it didn't take long for Rose to notice something was amiss. Mr. Webb didn't do much talking. Rose couldn't help but think he was analyzing her, waiting for her to "screw up" somehow. But at least he was polite about it. Mrs. Webb became less polite. Initially all she did was talk to her daughter or husband directly, but never seemed to address their guest. When Charlotte realized Rose was being excluded, she brought up a few things for Rose to talk about, like knowing each other from high school, her business classes, her knowledge of cars and her desire to open her own garage. Down the line, Mrs. Webb managed to put down all of things that had been brought up. In regards to knowing each other in high school, she pointed out that she was glad HER daughter had been able to finish all her years at the same school she started at. Rose had a feeling that Mrs. Webb was familiar with the story and reason for her departure from that institution. As far as her business classes go, the older lady's exact response was, "Community college? How quaint." Roses knowledge of cars was referred to as " . . . hardly seemly of a young lady," and her dreams of owning and managing a automotive center for domestic vehicles as " . . . suitable for one of her academic standing." At that point Rose was staring directly at her plate trying not to scream and fighting back tears. This wasn't going as she had hoped. In fact, she likened it to hell. Charlotte was obviously confused and distressed by her mother's attitude and her father's silence. In attempt to defend her guest, she mentioned how incredible Rose was for having accomplished all this on her own with no help from her parents. Rose knew instantly that Charlotte had made a mistake, but her mother had already pounced on it. "Hmm. Ostracized by her parents? I can hardly see why." The bitch actually sounded smug, like she had just scored the game-winning point. Maybe she had, thought Rose. Rose put her napkin on the table and pushed her seat back. "Rose . . ." started Charlotte. "Young woman, it is impolite to leave the table without an 'excuse me'." "It is also impolite," said Rose through clenched teeth, "to be so blatantly rude to a guest that YOU invited into your home." Mrs. Webb started to open her mouth, but Rose was in no mood for it. "No, you listen while I talk. I have been looked down on by better people than you. I'm only here because your daughter asked me to be, and because you requested it. I'm not sure what your plan was, but I don't have to sit here and take this crap from you. He . . ." she said pointing at Mr. Webb who had raised his eyebrows at the start of this confrontation " . . . doesn't seem to be interested in getting to know me at all. And you, you heinous and overdressed ice-queen, aren't interested either, as the facts of my life might just interfere with your narrow-minded, asinine demonization of me. Now if you will all EXCUSE me, I have a 'quaint' life to get back to." She looked at Charlotte who was on the edge of tears herself and said, "I'm sorry hon. I just . . . I just can't be here," and she stormed out of the house. She had taken as much as she could, she had made a stand, and she hadn't let them see her cry. Other peoples' opinions of her had never bothered her before. But this was the first time she had wanted other peoples' approval and she had been slapped down. As she walked hurriedly down the drive, she realized that Charlotte had driven her here. She was standing next to the iron-gate, realizing that she somehow had to scale the wall or gate and then walk the nine-mile journey home when the tears began to leak out of her eyes. For a moment, all she could do was grip the bars of the gate and cry. At some point she realized that someone was behind her. She turned, almost expecting Charlotte, but instead found Mr. Webb. He had pulled the Jaguar down the drive (damn that car ran smooth), and was leaning against the side. "You, young woman," he said with a smile that didn't seem hostile at all, "really need to learn to control that temper. I don't think my wife has ever be dressed down like that, except maybe by other attorneys, particularly in her own home. But I was impressed with your choice of words, by the way. You have a fairly good vocabulary!" This actually got a chuckle out of Rose before he continued. "First of all, I should apologize. My wife isn't normally like that. Charlotte's announcement took us a little bit by surprise. I think Annabel was already planning our daughter's wedding reception and now, barring a major shift in the political spectrum, that probably won't be happening. And I should apologize for myself. I was trying to figure you out, which I find easier to do when listening than when talking. I didn't mean to let things get that far out of control. Hell, I wasn't even expecting them to GET out of control." Rose was beginning to believe him. His voice carried no malice in it. Rather, he sounded genuinely remorseful. "As for myself," he continued, "I'd be lying if I said this is how I pictured my only child would be at this stage of her life. But something I noticed after talking with my parents, my wife's parents, and parents in general is that nobody's child turns into exactly what they expected. I have faith in my daughter's judgement. If she sees something in you worthwhile, I'll believe her. And from what I've seen, her faith in you seems somewhat well placed. Now why don't you let me give you a ride home? I figure if you live near the university, that would be a hell of a walk." Rose wasn't sure what, if anything, she should say. She was emotionally exhausted, and still slightly in the mood to be pissy, but how could she say no? First of all, he seemed to be a genuinely nice person trying to make amends. And secondly, it was a chance to take a ride in a supercharged Jag. She made her way to the passenger side and he unlocked the door. He was smiling when she got in. "It was the car, wasn't it? Nobody shoots down someone driving a Jaguar, do they?" "Not unless they're idiots," whispered Rose somewhat weakly. "There's the voice. I wondered what happened to that. We'd better get going. I don't where my daughter picked up that kind of language, unless she joined the navy and didn't tell anyone, but she was cursing up a storm when I left. She told me she'd be by to see you later, but she had 'a few things to say' to her mother first." On the trip home, Rose opened up a little bit. She talked about Mr. Webb's car, giving him all the specs (which he probably already knew) and the history of the model. He very politely inquired about her relationship with her parents, as that was the thing that had set her off back at the house. She told him about how her father had run off when she was sixteen with another woman and her mother had run off when she was eighteen with another man. Mr. Webb actually seemed disgusted, but not with Rose. "How could anyone call themselves a decent human being much less a parent after running off like that? And so you've been supporting yourself for three years?" "Yeah. I wanted to apply for a loan, but a friend told me it would be unlikely I'd get one because of my age. So I keep with the towing. Sometimes I'll do some jobs at one of the garages when they're short staffed. They pay me in parts sometimes." "Parts?" "Yeah. I'm trying to restore a '69 Roadrunner I've got out in my garage. I mean, I like Jags just fine, but give me an old-fashioned muscle car any day. And . . . and you must think I'm the biggest geek on the planet." He was looking somewhat thoughtful. "Actually, I was thinking of something a friend of mine told me when we were golfing last week. He sells high-end cars, but also restores classics. I think he just lost one of his guys. I'd be happy to put in a good word for you if you're interested." Bed of Rose's Ch. 02 Rose's eyes were as wide as saucers. "I . . . I . . . I" she stuttered. "I'll take that as a yes," he said smiling. "And no, I'm not being patronizing. If you're half as good as you seem to be, I might even get a discount there next time I'm looking for a vehicle. Nah, Jerry's too much of a tightwad to . . ." He was cutoff as Rose gave him a great big (but somewhat awkward) hug. She quickly sat back in her seat and stared out the window. "You're welcome," he said with a smile. They got to her place, and they both got out. He asked to see the car before she left. She showed it off with the pride someone might display their newborn child. She showed him the house and the apartment. He told her he would check into that job opportunity and would call her in the next day or two, and then he left. Rose wasn't sure how she felt. It had been one of the most tumultuous evenings of her life since her mother left her. She went down to her bedroom, flopped down face first on the bed, and fell to sleep almost instantly. She hadn't been asleep long when she was awoken by the sound of the upstairs door slamming. It had to be Charlotte, as she was the only other person who had a key. Rose just lay on her stomach, enjoying the feeling of satin sheets against her skin. At some point, she had apparently gotten undressed, so she was feeling very comfortable. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Rose wondered what her friend was up to. "Rose," came the girl's voice from behind her, "I am SO sorry about tonight." "It's not your fault, lover. Your dad said you had some words for your mother after I left." "You could say that," said Charlotte tiredly. "She really isn't normally like that. I think you'll be getting a BIG apology from her in the next few days." "I dunno. She seemed awfully . . ." "No, I don't think you get it. She WILL apologize in the next few days." Charlotte's voice sounded as forgiving as cold steel. "I think it's safe to say tonight didn't go as planned. So I thought we might do something special to make up for it." Rose felt the girl's legs on either side of her as Charlotte climbed onto the bed and straddled her back. She felt hands on her knotted shoulders, and lips on the back of her neck. She made noises of contentment as Charlotte started working the knots out of her shoulders with her skilled hands "It's okay, sweetie. Tonight wasn't your fault. It had to happen eventually." "Maybe, but I still want to make it up to you. And if you want to turn over, I'll show you how!" Rose opened one eye, again wondering what Charlotte was up to. She felt the girl lift her body up enough for Rose to turn over, which she dutifully did. "My oh my!" she said appreciatively. So that's what you were up to upstairs!" What had piqued Rose's interest was Charlotte's outfit. Her girlfriend had changed into a baby-doll nightgown that barely even reached her crotch. When she moved, Rose could clearly see the pink, satin v-string panties she was wearing underneath. Her breasts seem to be swinging freely under the translucent, gauzy material, apparently unhampered by a bra. And her hair, pulled up in her traditional pigtails helped the image quite a bit, as did the lollypop swirling around her mouth. "You like?" "Oh, I like very much. You are a naughty little girl!" "Am I naughty?" Charlotte asked with an almost childish pout playing across her face. "Then I should probably be disciplined!" She turned sideways and lay across Rose's naked legs with her panties pressed securely again the girl's knees. "Will you discipline me?" The blonde girl had a feigned look of such child-like innocence that Rose felt her energy levels returning with a vengeance. And when Charlotte reached behind her and slowly pulled the flimsy material of her outfit above her ass and leaving only the partially covered cheeks exposed, Rose willingly accepted that she wasn't getting anymore sleep anytime soon. She raised her hand and gave Charlotte's ass a solid smack. Charlotte gasped and ground her crotch into Rose's knee. There was an imprint of Rose's hand on one of the girl's ass cheeks and with another quick smack, there was a matching imprint on the other side. And more grinding against Rose's knee. "Oh please," Charlotte moaned. "I've been SO bad!" Several thwacks later, her beautiful butt was a lovely shade of red. Rose didn't want to do any serious damage to that ass, as she had plans for it somewhere down the road. Fondling would be involved. "Maybe instead of punishing you, I should get you to work it off." "Whatever do you mean?" asked Charlotte, who had gone wide-eyed again. She was so adorable when she did that. "Turn this way," she responded. As Charlotte shifted, Rose split her legs apart and pulled Charlotte headfirst towards her bare pussy. "Now if you don't eat your dinner, you don't get dessert." "If this is my dinner, who gives a damn about dessert." Charlotte started by kissing every square inch around the outside of Rose's swollen lips. She sucked on the skin and then touched it lightly with her tongue before moving on to another spot. After doing a complete circle, she started lapping at the slit from bottom to top, over and over again. Rose grabbed on to both of her pigtails and hung on for dear life. Charlotte was able to worm her hands forward to get them into the action. First she used her thumbs to spread Rose's pussy lips open a little wider so her tongue could probe a little deeper. Then she inserted three of her fingers deep inside her friend's cunt and started to pump them in and out. She raised her head briefly to look at Rose. The girl's eyes were close and her mouth was open in an "O" shape. She was panting heavily, her small firm breasts were heaving and her skin was coated in sweat. Her trademark red mohawk had shifted over to one side. The muscles of her torso were flexing powerfully underneath her skin. She was beautiful. Charlotte stopped finger fucking Rose and crawled up her body until her breasts were in line with Rose's crotch, and she slid the nightie up far enough that her breasts were expose. She took one of her nipples, which was hard as a rock, and started rubbing all over Rose's pussy. She snaked one hand back and inserted into her friend's box. Rose had opened her eyes and enjoyed what she saw almost as much as what she felt. Charlotte was rubbing those magnificent tits into her crotch while fucking her with those talented fingers. Her ass, still slightly reddened, was stick up, and her panties had been pulled in as to somewhat resemble a g-string. Then she looked up and the two girls locked eyes. Rose breathing was becoming more rapid. Charlotte saw the girl's body start to tremble and tense, but the two of them never broke eye contact. Charlotte wanted to be looking at her lover's eyes when she came. She was using her fingers frantically as Rose came. Charlotte was turned on more than usual, mostly because of the expression on Rose's face. It was pleasure, pure and unadulterated and simple. Charlotte's fingers were covered in the redhead's juices, but she didn't let up with her fingering until the orgasm was completely over. "So, is all forgiven?" Charlotte asked lovingly. "I could never stay mad at you. Particularly since I was never ACTUALLY mad AT you. And that outfit . . ." Charlotte crawled over to the edge of the bed, reached down and pulled something from the nightstand. It was Rose's strap-on. In their relatively brief relationship, they hadn't used this toy much, and Rose wondered why Charlotte had chosen it. The girl also put a bottle of KY lotion on top of the nightstand. Charlotte started slid the harness up Rose's legs, and Rose had to lift her hips so her friend could complete the task. So Rose was laying on her back with a seven-inch, red plastic dick jutting up almost obscenely from her hips. Then Charlotte climbed on board, pushing her panties out of the way so the dildo could slide right in. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me until I scream." Charlotte was rocking back and forth, still wearing the pink nightie. She moved to remove it, but Rose had other ideas. "Leave it on. Be a good girl, and leave it on." Rose slid her hands up Charlotte's body and started massaging her tits. Charlotte just rotated her hips and enjoyed the sensation of Rose's hands on her flesh. Then Rose's hands slipped down and gripped her lover's hips. She began thrusting upward with her artificial dick. She let her hands drift downward again so her thumbs could rub Charlotte's swollen mound and tender clit. She grabbed one of the blonde girl's hands and brought it to her mouth. She kissed her wrist, then her palm and then took one of her fingers in her mouth, sucking on it gently. "Rose." "Yes hon?" "I want you to do something for me." She climbed off and lay down, face first, next to her lover. I want you to fuck me. In there." She lifted the nightie above her ass again and placed a finger suggestively at the top of her ass crack. Rose was a bit stunned. Charlotte had never shown any interest in that before, and Rose was afraid she was doing it to appease her because of the preceding events. "Listen, you don't have to do that if . . ." "No, it's not what you think. I just see how much you enjoy it, so I wanted to try it at least once." Rose grabbed the lotion off the dresser and applied a very generous amount to the strap-on. Before she went any further, she bent over and kissed her girlfriend's still tender ass and gently probed her sphincter with her tongue. Then she inserted a single finger into that rosebud and waited for it to relax a bit. Then she put in a second finger. Finally, when Charlotte's ass was able to accommodate two fingers, Rose got ready for the big event. She placed the end of the plastic cock at the entrance to Charlotte's back door. "It's going to hurt a bit when I first start. Try not to tense up. Once the head is in and you start to relax, it becomes a lot more fun." And then she started to push inward. Charlotte buried her face in one of the many pillows on the bed. 'Hurt a bit,' seemed a tad inadequate of a statement. She thought she was going to pass out for a moment, but that moment passed. Rose was afraid the initial pain was going to be too much, so she started to withdraw. "Wait," said Charlotte. "I think its relaxing a bit." Sure enough, her asshole began to ease up a bit, which in turn allowed the head to slide all the way in, and the pain went away. Rose thrust gently at first, letting the blonde girl get used to the new sensation. Rose, for her part, was awestruck by the sight of the red plastic sliding past the pink panties that ensnared Charlotte's wonderful tanned ass. She began fucking Charlotte with a little more speed and power. Charlotte was just repeating the word "fuck" over and over again while simultaneously finger herself. After a few minutes, Charlotte indicated that she was getting close. Much to her apparent surprise, Rose pulled out and quickly shed the harness. She flipped Charlotte over and pulled the girl towards her. Rose was sitting on the bed with Charlotte's pussy and hips pulled up to her face. Most of Charlotte's weight was resting on her shoulders. They formed a nearly perfect triangle. And Rose began to lick. Like Charlotte, she wanted to see her lover's face when the moment came, and she figured this was the best way for her to do it. As Rose's tongue ravished her friend's box, Charlotte was pinching her nipple through the fabric of her nightie, and she was biting her lower lip in a fashion Rose considered to be really cute. Rose wasn't going for finesse. It was just rapid-fire motion with her tongue. But it seemed to be enough. Charlotte's eyes popped open and the two girls found themselves staring at each other again. "Oh God! I am SO cumming!" screamed Charlotte. "Stick your tongue in deeper! Taste me! Lick me! Oh, fuck me!" Even in the throes of orgasm, she still sounded a bit like a valley girl. But at the moment, Rose only cared what she tasted like, and she tasted like honey to the redhead. Rose's face was quickly covered in Charlotte's juices, but Rose wasn't quite done. She lowered Charlotte's body to the bed and stuck one finger in the girl's pussy and curved that finger toward the front of Charlotte's body. She had always wanted to see if she could give a woman multiple orgasms, but this was the first girl who was worth trying this on. Her digit located a small spot about the size and shape of a quarter on the front vaginal wall, and she began stimulating it. She used the fingers of her other hand to tease Charlotte's clit. It seemed to be working! Charlotte hadn't come all the way down from her first orgasm when a second one ripped through her body. "I don't believe . . . I can't . . . Oh . . . Oh!" As she came for the second time in less than a minute, a mixed look of total pleasure and complete exhaustion played across the girl's face. The second orgasm wasn't quite as powerful as the first, but it was enough to wipe the young woman out. Rose crawled next to Charlotte, draping on leg and one arm over the girl's body while resting her head next to the blonde girl's. "So," she said after a minute, "was it good for you?" Charlotte was almost too tired to chuckle. They lay together in silence for a minute. "It was the best. But every time with you seems to be the best ever." She paused as if uncertain how to phrase what was on her mind." "Just spit it out," said Rose. "I really am sorry. I just wanted them to accept you." Rose sighed quietly. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. They do or they don't. Actually, your father said he might help me find a better job!" "He mentioned that when he got home," she said happily. "I think you really impressed him. As far as my MOTHER goes," she continued, "she'll come around." Rose had something she wanted to say as well, and right then seemed as good a time as any. "Charlotte, it would be nice if both your parents liked me, but I won't be completely devastated if they're not as friendly towards me as if I had been a guy." She looked straight into the other girl's eyes. "I love you. Your opinion is the only one that matters to me. The rest is just icing on a very delicious cake." Charlotte looked like she had been pole-axed. Rose had never used the "L" word before in that context. Unbeknownst to her, Rose had never used the word "love" with anyone she had been with before in ANY context. Rose found herself on the receiving end of a long string of wet, passionate kisses. Rose was a bit taken aback, but was happy about the response. She didn't think she had ever quite gotten over the idea that she was just "a phase" in Charlotte's life that would end when Rose said how she felt. "I love you too!" came Charlotte's reply when the kissing was temporarily interrupted by the pesky need to breathe. It was strange. After that, neither of them felt much of an urge to say anything. They were just happy to rest in each other's arms. Charlotte snuggled up a bit, resting her head next to Rose's neck. Rose stroked her girlfriend's hair well after Charlotte had fallen asleep, marveling at how someone as "energetic" as she was about lovemaking could look so innocent when she slept. She pulled the covers up over her slumbering lover, and watched the girl's face until sleep overcame her as well. To be continued . . . Bed of Rose's Ch. 03 Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. Also, this is the third part of an ongoing story. For this to make more sense, I advise reading "Bed of Roses" parts one and two. I hope you enjoy the story. ------------- ----------------- Part 3: Counting Flowers on the Wall ------------- ----------------- Rose McGuire was still somewhat amazed by the simple things that captivated her those days. She had been staring at a series of green vines and assorted flowers that had been painted on the wall of her cellar-apartment by the beautiful blonde girl sleeping next to her. It was hard to make out details by the ghostly light emitted by the television and its electric snow. Charlotte had thought it would be a great way of "livening up" the place, and Rose had discovered that there were very few things she would refuse the young woman. She glanced down and softly kissed her lover on the forehead after brushing her hair out of the way. Charlotte was curled up with her head on Rose's chest, snoring lightly. It had only been four months since the young woman who she had known in high school had come looking for her. She and Rose had played high school soccer together until Rose got kicked off the team when it was discovered she was a lesbian. Apparently, the young woman was also gay, and had wanted Rose to be her first "experience." But Rose had switched schools, and Charlotte had lost track of her until a casual sighting of Rose wandering the woods above the college soccer fields. Charlotte had contrived the situation under which the two of them had been reintroduced. Charlotte had discovered that Rose was a tow-truck driver (at that time), and had arranged for her car to have problems where Rose would be the person most likely to be called. They had quickly bonded as friends, and became lovers shortly after that. While fairy-tale like in many respects, their relationship hadn't been without its problems. After outing herself to her parents, Charlotte had been asked to bring Rose over for a family dinner, which Rose left in tears. Charlotte's mother had been as friendly as a starving hyena. While Rose had received a written apology, it had been empty and everyone involved knew it. Rose got along great with Charlotte's father though. He had helped her get a job at an upscale auto garage and sales lot where she got to restore custom cars. She was earning good money at it and loved her work. She had even put off the idea of opening her own garage for a while. She wasn't in a rush anymore. Charlotte had come over that evening (she came over most evenings when she wasn't on the road with her college soccer team) and had insisted on doing the painting. She had painted one set of vines in an outline of a human body and had used Rose as her model. She insisted on Rose being nude. That particular session of painting hadn't lasted long before the two were in bed together. They were physically quite different. Rose was definitely the "butch" of the two, though she was still highly feminine. She was muscular and toned with bright red hair that she had traditionally kept in a flowing mohawk. She had let her hair start growing out again and had trimmed down the mohawk, moving towards a more business-acceptable look. Charlotte had medium-length blonde hair with were always kept in pigtails. She had big blue eyes and an angelic face. She had well-rounded curves and warm, smooth skin. She liked cute clothes, whereas Rose went for practical denim or tight leather. In high school, Rose had been seen as the "discontent" or "troublemaker," while Charlotte had been the "good girl" and the "all-American sweetheart." Well, the sweetheart belonged to the troublemaker, and she wasn't always a good girl. They had made love several times that day, causing the painting to go slowly. And with each vine and flower Rose looked at, a moment of that day flitted across her memory. "You should be sleeping," came a voice from beneath a mop of blonde hair. "You have to work tomorrow." "I thought you WERE asleep," responded Rose. "Your breathing isn't as smooth when you're awake. Make's it harder for me to sleep. If you couldn't sleep, you should have woken me up. We could have talked . . ." said Charlotte, holding Rose closer, " . . . or snuggled." "Snuggling leads to other things sweetie, and you have class in the morning." But Rose's heart wasn't in her argument. When Charlotte had started stirring, the sheet got pulled back and her beautiful, large breasts came into view. "Class doesn't start until 9:30, and I'm fairly close to campus already. And since I'm awake now, I need you to tire me out." She started kissing Rose's neck. "Goodness girl, do you ever think about anything else?" Moan. "Yes, but I've been trying to cut back." Her lips made their way up Rose's chins until they in were in place for a long, slow kiss. "C'mon, just a quickie? I promise I'll be good after that." "Don't you dare," responded Rose as she grabbed the warm flesh of one of Charlotte's breasts. "I thought you'd see things my way." Her hand drifted down to Rose's sex garden and a finger slipped between the two lips. She just let it work its way back and forth as Rose's mound started swelling and her moisture level increased. Then she brought a second finger into the picture, fucking Rose with her miniature cock. Rose had no choice but to reciprocate, and soon they were just lying next to each other and humping on another's hand while kissing each other's faces, necks and lips. It was one of those rare situations where they felt no need to break into Rose's bag of sex toys. They weren't rushing anything. They simply loved the feeling of being with each other and in each other, even in that small way. The tempo of their respective fingerings increased, as did their kissing rate. It only took five minutes before they brought each other to simultaneous orgasm. They were both so spent from the days activities that they didn't have much left, but they enjoyed the sensation just the same. The were pressed tightly together, almost as if wanted to share their pleasure with their partner and wishing some of it could be transferred through their skin. "Now go to sleep," said Charlotte, placing her head back on Rose's chest. "Whatever you say," whispered Rose. And finally sleep took them both. ----------------------- ------------------------------ As is the case in many peoples lives, things got complicated at the very moment they seemed to be perfect. Such was the case in Rose's life. When she got home from work the next day, there was a sheriff's car in her driveway. She recognized Deputy Smith right away. He was a good cop who checked in periodically to make sure she was okay. Initially it was because he had hoped to get her into bed, but he had quickly transitioned into the role of ‘friend' when he found out she was gay. He was one of her only friends, besides Charlotte, who wasn't involved in the automotive industry. "What's up?" she asked, noting the somber look on his face. "I've got some bad news, Rose." Panic flooded her mind. She was afraid something had happened to Charlotte. "Your father is dead." Rose felt a sense of elation, followed by guilt. While she didn't think much of her father, she didn't mean to downplay his death. She was just happy it wasn't her girlfriend. "What happened?" she asked calmly. "Single-vehicle drunk driving accident down in Florida." "Doesn't surprise me. Anyone else hurt?" "No." The officer looked confused. "You don't seem to upset." "Dan," she started, "I haven't seen my father in over six years. He ran off with some bimbo and stuck me with my mother." "Has she been told?" "I have no idea. I haven't seen her in three years. My family has a tendency to run off." Dan was stunned. "Well, I'm sorry anyway. Let me know if you need anything." "Thanks, but I'll be okay." At that moment, Charlotte's little blue Volkswagon Beetle pulled up the drive. She approached Rose as Dan got back into his patrol car. "What happened?" she asked. Rose recited the conversation, and Charlotte listened sympathetically. The blonde girl didn't get all gushy like Dan had apparently been tempted to do. Charlotte was one of the few people who knew Rose's family story, and she knew Rose wouldn't be too devastated. "So," she continued, "what does it mean regarding the house?" "I don't know. He didn't have a will or anything. But I've been the one paying taxes and paying bills here. I guess I'll get a hold of a lawyer and see what I should do." Rose was hesitant to ask the next question, but she knew she had to. "Do you think you could talk to your dad and see if there is anyone he would recommend?" Charlotte understood the trepidation in her lover's voice. Charlotte's father was a judge, and would have lots of connections. It would be easier to ask her mother, a defense lawyer, but Rose would rather crawl across a bed of broken glass before asking for help from Mrs. Webb. Charlotte promised she would ask. "Want to go bowling or something? I figure you aren't much in the mood for our other favorite activity?" Rose smiled. The girl may have a one-track mind, but she was at least willing to stop the train every now and then. "Actually, let's just get some groceries and stay in tonight. Maybe watch "CSI" or something." And that is exactly what they did. The two of them curled up on the floor in front of the television with a bag of heavily buttered popcorn and some sodas and watched their shows. Charlotte actually decided not to stay the night. Her father left for work early in the morning, so it would be easier to catch him if she slept in her own bedroom. Rose missed the presence of her body that night, but knew it was the best course of action. The next day, Charlotte came by and told Rose that her father would look into finding Rose an attorney, but it might take a while. Things started to return to normal. Rose went to work, Charlotte went to school, and then they came home to each other. It was a few days before Rose was in the right frame of mind for intimacy, but Charlotte's saturating cute-ness wore down her defenses without the girl even trying. A week after the deputy had dropped by, Charlotte was over and had insisted on making breakfast burritos for dinner. The burritos were delightful, but they weren't as nice as Charlotte's outfit. She was wearing skintight terrycloth shorts and a pink tube top. This was what Charlotte liked to wear when she was over at Rose's, and Rose never objected. She looked good enough to eat. As Charlotte did the dishes, Rose went over to her bag of toys and quickly removed her clothing before snapping on her favorite harness and strap-on. It was a seven inch red-jelly dong, and was good for all occasions. She crept up behind Charlotte and place the dong between her legs and up against the crotch of her shorts. She wrapped her arms around the girl's waist so she couldn't turn around. "Ooh, what do we have here?" asked Charlotte as she reached down and felt the head of the dildo between her legs. "I just thought that since you've been so patient the last few days that I'd reward you with a good, hard fuck." She was kissing the nape of Charlotte's neck, something which she knew drove the young woman wild. It worked. "Are you sure? I mean I could . . . Oh God . . . we could wait . . ." "Do you want to wait?" Rose returned. "Do you want me to do something besides stick this bright red cock into your wet, pink pussy?" "Nuh . . . No. Please." "Then ‘shh!'" Rose reached over to the sink and made it so that the water was running cool. She had one of those hose attachments, so she grabbed it and proceeded to soak the front of Charlotte's shirt, and the cool water helped the blonde girl's nipples stand out against the cotton tube top. Rose released the hose and grabbed Charlotte's tits through the shirt. "That's more like it." "Great," moaned Charlotte. "Now you've gone and gotten me all wet." "And that's just for starters." Rose retracted one hand so she could push her lover's shorts down past her ass, and was delighted to see she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Now grab the counter, ‘cause I'm taking you to town!" As Charlotte gripped the edge of the sink as if her life depended on it, Rose slipped the head of the dong into Charlotte's inviting slit. She pumped gently at first until her lover was good and wet. Then she grabbed the girl's hips and started pounding away. She scrunched the back of Charlotte's tube top in her fist and used it as a handle. She released the young woman's hips completely and ran her hand around the girl's body, rubbing her clit and mound while she rammed that tight little pussy with her plastic dick. Charlotte pushed her shirt up above her tits in the front so she could tweak her own nipples while she got drilled from behind. Rose decided that Charlotte must have really been aching for sex, because it didn't take long before the blonde girl was cumming all over the plastic invader. She arched her shoulders backward and her arms were actually trembling as she gripped the edge of the sink. Rose wrapped her arms around the beautiful girl's waist to keep her from falling forward. She actually felt the girls juices creep down the dildo and onto her own legs. "I really don't think you could have waited much longer," whispered Rose into her lover's ear. "I was about ready to burst. Which I have now done. But it's my turn now, so take that thing off and get on the bed. Rose turned toward the bed and, after receiving a slap on the ass, moved towards it while removing the harness. She lay on her back, enjoying the feeling of the fan circulating air over her already sweaty skin. Charlotte sauntered over to the back of toys and carried it to the side of the bed. Rose's legs were draped over the side, and Charlotte placed herself between them. She started by kissing and licking Rose's now-swollen mound before moving her tongue down the great divide. Rose had been with women before Charlotte, but none of them could do what the blonde girl could do to her body. Charlotte licked and sucked for a while, then placed two fingers into Rose's flowerbed, spreading her open and wiggling around. "Now what to do with you?" she murmured. She leaned in a licked Rose's clitoral hood. How do I fuck you while still getting to eat your goodies? I know!" She reached into the back and grabbed another dildo. This one was only six inches long, but it suited her design perfectly. She took one end in her mouth, leaned in and pressed the head between Rose's pussy lips. She pushed inward and when the length of it was inside, she released her mouth's hold on it and licked her way around it with her tongue. Then she grabbed the end with her teeth and pulled it outward. "God," moaned Rose. "You're the most creative lover I've ever heard of." "Thmph mvoo." She kept it up for a few minutes, then pulled the dildo out, grabbed it with her hand and positioned the head at Rose's asshole. Rose was an anal fiend, and Charlotte planned on using that. The dong was nice a slick, so she pushed it slowly inward. She loved watching Rose's rosebud spread to accommodate the toy. They had done this often enough that it provided little pain to the redhead, and that pain quickly turned to pleasure. Charlotte left started pumping the dong in and out of her lover's ass while she returned to her oral pleasuring. She concentrated on Rose's clit, but took several opportunities to tease the tender area around the asshole every time it the dildo was on an outward stroke. Then, with one hand working the toy, she brought her fingers from the other hand to bear on Rose's pussy while continuing to tease her clit with her tongue. Rose was completely at the blonde girl's mercy, but there wasn't any place she would rather be. When her orgasm rocked her body, she wrapped her legs around Charlotte's head and held on for dear life. Her lover tried licking up as much girl-cum as she could handle, but she still wound up with her face coated in the stuff. Rose looked down, and all she could see were those big blue eyes and blond pigtails popping up between her legs. As Charlotte crawled down the length of the bed, she left a drip-trail of Rose's own juices all along the way until Rose was able to taste them on the blonde girl's lips. Then Charlotte looked her straight in the eyes. "Say it. Please." Rose pulled the girl's head close until her lips were touching Charlotte's ear. "I love you." Charlotte's body seemed to flush even more and her skin lit up with goose bumps. "I love you so much." "I love you too." The two of them headed to the shower for their typical post-sex activity, which was to have sex again while in the process of getting cleaned up. But when they were drying off, they heard voices upstairs. Rose looked alarmed. She threw on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt before grabbing her shotgun (loaded with rock-salt) and headed upstairs. On her way up, she told Charlotte to call the police. Charlotte had put her shorts back on, but was naked from the waste up. Rose slowly opened the door at the top of the stairs. She saw a man in a three-piece suit standing next to the door, and there seemed to be someone on the other side of him. They were the only ones up there. She moved towards them and leveled her weapon at the man in the suit. "Hold it. You are trespassing on private property and the police have been called. Get the hell . . ." She stopped in mid-rant. The person on the other side moved around. It was a very tackily dressed woman in her forties. Rose knew that woman. "Sweetie!" she said with a voice that reeked of alcohol and venom. "Is that any way to greet your mother?" ----------------------- ------------------------------ The stand off had been tense. Her mother had apparently found out about her "husband's" death and had come up to claim whatever she had coming to her. The man who had come with her was her lawyer, a sleazy man named Robert Jones. Her mother felt she was entitled to everything her husband had left since they had never formerly gotten a divorce. Unfortunately, that meant she had a legitimate claim to the house and the tow-truck, along with other assorted odds and ends. The police arrived and attempted to diffuse a tense situation. Luckily, Dan Smith was one of the officers who arrived at the scene. Eventually, Rose's mother and her pet rat were told to leave. As far as they were concerned, Rose was the only one who had proof of residency, so if Mrs. McGuire wanted the house, she would have to go to court. "I plan on doing that." The bitch looked at Rose. "See you soon, DEAR." Soon, everyone had cleared out except for Deputy Smith and Charlotte. Charlotte had come up the stairs after making the phone call and finishing getting dressed. Rose's mother, Beatrice, had obviously wanted to make some crude comment about her daughter having a woman in the house, but had decided against it. Rose still had her gun in hand at that time. Dan spoke up first. "Listen, as soon as she proves she is who she claims to be and shows proof of marriage, she'll go to court. At the very least, she'll probably be able to get at least half of anything that technically belonged to your dad." Rose was sitting on her workout bench, staring at the front door with a blank expression. "All he had, to my knowledge, was this house and that truck. How do you take half of that?" Dan looked apprehensive. "I've seen some family squabbles over inheritance. One thing that could happen is the court could order his assets be liquidated and the profits be divided somehow amongst surviving family. Particularly since he didn't leave a will." Bed of Rose's Ch. 03 "But I don't want half! This is my house! She abandoned it. She left . . ." Rose's nerve was cracking. Charlotte went to wrap her arm around her lover, but Rose wouldn't have any of it. For the first time since she had seen the beautiful young woman, Rose didn't want to be touched by her. She didn't want to be touched at all. And Charlotte looked almost physically pained by the rejection. "This isn't fair. I did everything right. I paid the property taxes. I supported myself. She's a deadbeat bitch, but she might take away my home?" Rose turned and punched her heavy boxing bag as hard as she could. She landed a number of heavy swings before she lost all her form and just started wailing on it. Charlotte didn't know what to do. She saw her lover losing control right before her eyes. Finally, Rose took a very sloppy swing and wound up hurting her wrist. She didn't know how badly. Charlotte moved quickly and wrapped the strong young woman up, and this time Rose was too weakened to resist. She wasn't quite crying, but her eyes were definitely watering. She was somewhere between an all-consuming rage and total depression, and she couldn't quite push herself in either direction. She felt lost, and she hated that. Charlotte just held her for a minute before finding her voice. "Dan, I need you to take her to the hospital. I have to go talk to my father." ----------------------------------- ------------------------------------ It was an hour before Dan dropped her back off at the house. The emergency room had been thankfully slow that evening. Rose had managed to sprain her wrist. Dan offered to stick around, but Rose told him to leave and that she would be all right. Charlotte was apparently still at her parent's, so Rose just wandered around the place that had been both her home and livelihood for many years. It was strange to think it might not be hers much longer. Even if she got half of her father's "legacy" and was able to put a down payment on a new place, it wouldn't be the same. She looked around. She was able to smile a little bit as she remembered all the places in that house she and Charlotte had made love. There were quite a few of them. All over the cellar, the workout bench, the floor, the office desk, the front porch, the garage . . . She wandered outside and stared out towards the little clearing where she had spend so many moments looking down at the soccer fields, watching a beautiful girl with pigtails playing goalie. She suddenly wished she hadn't shunned her lover earlier. She might be the only thing worthwhile she got out of this. She saw a car pulling up the drive. It was Mr. Webb's Jaguar. She was surprised Charlotte had managed to get him to drive out at such a late hour. She was more surprised when Charlotte's mother got out. Rose didn't know how to react. She and Annabel Webb hadn't spoken directly since that fateful dinner gathering. Rose stood on the porch and faced the three of them, feeling very much like she was about to participate in a high-noon shootout. Then Charlotte saw the cast around Rose's wrist, and she rushed to the redhead's side. "What happened? How bad is it? Are you going to need surgery? How much . . ." Rose actually managed a chuckle. This little sexual dynamo still acted like a child from time to time, which is one of the things Rose thought was so adorable. "No, no surgery. It's just a sprain. I'll be fine." "I'd hate to see what the OTHER guy looks like," joked Mr. Webb. Then a serious look crossed his face. "You didn't hit your mother, did you?" "Call her Beatrice please. I'm not really happy with thinking of her as being related to me. But no, I didn't. I was tempted though." "Listen, we're here to help," he said with a sideways glance at his wife. "But we're going to need see all records you have regarding the house. Tax stuff, receipts . . . anything your father left here." "It's in the back of the house. There's a closet I usually keep locked." "I know the one," said Charlotte meekly. Rose looked at the young woman and gave her the warmest smile she could. She hoped the girl would accept her unspoken apology. Charlotte blushed. "There are a couple of filing cabinets in there. Both of them are locked too. The top drawer in the one on the left has all the paperwork that was left here when my father left, and the drawer below it is where I've kept all financial records regarding the property." She had to reach her good hand around to fish for her key ring. She felt horribly clumsy as she managed to get them out of her pocket just to drop them on the ground. She reached down and picked them up with a trembling hand. Charlotte grabbed her hand and held it steady. "Dad," she said, "why don't we go get those files?" "Good idea." The two of them went inside, leaving Rose alone with Annabel Webb. She almost couldn't stand to look at the woman, but the silence was almost unbearable. "You must be loving this," she said, staring at her feet. "You must be thinking, ‘That impudent little girl sure is getting what's coming her.' Go ahead. Take your best shot." "I'm sorry." Mrs. Webb was looking right at her when Rose finally met her gaze. "And I mean it this time." Rose was suspicious. "I don't get it. This is your opportunity. You've been looking to put me down since I first starting seeing your daughter." "Yes, indeed I was. But sometimes it only takes one thing to clear someone's head." The older woman paused, trying to figure out where to begin. "I love my daughter, I hope you know." Rose nodded. That had never really been a question. "But I don't think you know exactly how precious she is to us. Jon and I always wanted a family. Actually, we wanted a big family. But try as we might, we just couldn't seem to conceive. Then, out of the blue, I was pregnant with Charlotte. She's been our whole world since the day she was born." Rose had a look of incredulity on her face. This woman who had shown nothing but contempt to her seemed to be leveling with her, but that hostility from before was completely absent. Mrs. Webb continued. "She was a miracle, and we've only wanted the best for her. Her father and I hoped, like all parents do I suppose, for her to find a nice man who would love her, protect her and provide for her. Well, I don't think she really needs someone to provide for her. Once she becomes a doctor, she can provide for herself. But I think you've shown you are capable of protecting her as well as any man could. And I was finally forced to accept that you seem to genuinely love her." She sighed, and a bit of anger returned to her face. But it didn't seem to be directed at Rose. "But when my daughter came home crying and told us about what your . . . about what Beatrice was trying to do, it offended every ideal I hold dear. I see having and raising a child as a privilege that I had to fight for, and to see anyone treat their child the way you've been treated is an abomination." She actually seemed furious when she said that. It was nice for Rose not to be the target of her anger that time. "I may not be all that fond of your vocation or lifestyle, but that's my right as a mother. What I don't have the right to do is tell my daughter who she can fall in love with." That sentiment brought Rose a smile, then Mrs. Webb went on. "And you are, by all accounts, a kind, decent person who has worked too hard to have that woman take away things that are rightfully yours." Annabel Webb was smiling, seemingly enjoying making peace with Rose and herself. She glanced toward the door that her husband and child had gone through. "I would hear them, you know. Charlotte and Jon would talk about you two got together and about all the places she wanted to go with you and all your un-ladylike obsessions. But they would always talk when they thought I couldn't hear. I realized that I was missing out on a large part of my daughter's life, and I had no one to blame but myself. I don't want to miss out on anything anymore." She chuckled to herself. "Besides, it isn't like my parent's were thrilled about all of my life choices when I was younger. When I met Jon, we were at Woodstock and we were both stoned out of our minds. I think we were dating for three days before I found out what his name was." Rose just stared at her. Then she fell down laughing. She was picturing two people in well-pressed business suits with joints hanging out of their mouths rocking to a Jimi Hendrix tune or grooving to the Grateful Dead. "What," said Mrs. Webb, looking a little bashful. "You didn't think we were always so straight-laced, did you?" "Char . . . Charlotte said you used to be hippies, but . . . Damn!" Mrs. Annabel Webb started laughing herself, sitting on the porch and clutching her sides. Just then, Charlotte and Mr. Webb came out. They looked surprised, as if they were expecting a massacre and finding a circus. Charlotte was so happy she almost glowed. This is what she had wanted from the beginning. She moved forward and helped her injured girlfriend back to her feet. Rose had needed that laugh. Jon handed a pile of files to his wife, who suddenly resumed her normal, business-like demeanor. "We'll look over all this stuff tonight. Since this Beatrice woman seems to be only interested in the money, she'll want to avoid a lengthy set of proceedings. I wouldn't be surprised if you heard from her as early as tomorrow. So get some rest, and don't meet with her or her lawyer . . . What was her lawyer's name?" "Robert Jones, I think." "I know the man. Little weasel. Anyway, don't agree to any meetings until you talk to us. I'll cancel my appointments for tomorrow so I can be ready whenever they call." She looked at her daughter. "Can I assume you'll be staying here tonight." She paused, then added, "AGAIN?" Charlotte blushed. "Well, she's hurt and all. I can't just leave here like this." "Of course you can't dear." She kissed Charlotte on the forehead. "Well, your father was right about one thing. At least you won't be getting pregnant before you graduate from medical school." "MOM!" Charlotte was so embarrassed she actually turned red from head to toe. Rose just found something else to look at, decided that a particular tree in her driveway was incredibly fascinating. Charlotte's parents got back in their car without further incident and headed home. Rose turned to Charlotte and hugged her and kissed her. "Thank you. What brought this on?" "I'm sorry I turned away from you earlier. I . . . I'm just . . ." Charlotte silenced her by kissing her back. "Just don't do it again, okay sweets?" "Never. Would it help me out if I told you I loved you again?" Charlotte might as well have been painted red for all the blushing she had been doing. "It just might." "Well then, I love you. Again." The two girls went inside and downstairs, where they fell asleep on the couch. --------------------- ---------------------------------- Just as Mrs. Webb had predicted, Rose received a call from her mother's attorney early the next morning, insisting on meeting immediately. Charlotte got her mother on her cell phone and helped negotiate on behalf of Rose. Then the strange three-way call was over. "So, did your folks figure anything out?" "My mom was being strangely coy, so I think she may have something up her sleeve. She did say she needed to make a stop, but she'll meet us at that guy's office. She insists on representing you personally." The blonde girl hugged Rose. "I'm so happy you two are friends now. It was driving me crazy having the two most important women in my life fighting." "Well, friends may still be a bit off, but I don't think we're enemies anymore. So, what do you wear for things like this?" After ignoring most of Charlotte's suggestions because they involved thongs and leather, she got dressed and the two of them headed to the law offices of Robert Jones. They waited in the parking lot for Mrs. Webb to arrive. Annabel had a quirky little grin on her face, but refused to explain what she had on her mind. They went inside and sat down. "Well," said Mr. Jones, "my client has produced the proof of marriage required. Barring the existence of a will, by state law Mrs. McGuire is entitled to an equal share of her former husband's estate. "You're right," said Annabel. There was silence in the room. They had expected the top-notch lawyer to come out swinging. For a brief moment, Rose was wondering if she had been duped. "Though if we go to court, I'm sure I can the amount your client is owed reduced due to my client's personal investment in maintaining the house. But I'm sure she will be entitled to something." Jones looked worried. He may have been a rat in a silk tie, but he knew a trap when he smelled it. "So you have no problem with getting an independent party to assess the value of the remaining belongings, house, vehicle and property to determine how much my client should be receiving?" "Not quite." Annabel looked awfully smug, and suddenly Rose found her smile again. She sensed a great big ‘but' coming on. "But you seem to have overstepped your bounds. Your client is not entitled to any profits regarding the property itself. The house, yes, but not the property." "Don't be absurd. If the property belonged to the late Mr. McGuire, then . . ." "Well, it did belong to a late Mr. McGuire, but not your client's husband." She pulled out the stack of files she had gotten from Rose's filing cabinet, as well as a much newer, cleaner looking file. "While the recently deceased Charles McGuire left no will, HIS father, a Mr. Samuel McGuire did." "What does that old freak's will have to do with this?" piped in Beatrice. "Shut . . . your . . . mouth," said Rose coldly. Her grandfather had been a quack, but at least he had treated her like family, unlike either of her parents. Her mother sat back and stayed silent. She instinctively knew that her daughter was more than capable of kicking her fat ass. "Actually, ma'am, it matters a great deal. While the elder Mr. McGuire's will did leave the house and some other things to his son, the rights to his property had an unusual wording. His land holdings were left to ‘his next surviving blood relative.' A tad eccentric, but his records showed him to be a little unusual." "I'll say," started Beatrice. "The man was a . . ." Her tirade was cut off when Rose started audibly cracking the knuckles of her good hand. "Well, your husband never actually claimed any of the property." "Why wouldn't he?" "Apparently, because your father ‘neglected' to tell him about them. It seems your husband was seen as something of a . . . well, failure for his father. All your husband had to do was go talk to the administrator of his father's will, and he would have been told all about it. But apparently your husband was too pathetic and lazy to do that. Well, as Rose McGuire's attorney, I did just that. Charles McGuire probably thought that the house was all the inheritance he was going to get. Well, since he is no longer alive to make a claim, the rights and deeds to all Samuel McGuire's properties falls solely to his sole remaining blood relative. That would be my client, who will be finalizing HER inheritance this afternoon. And since the house and truck themselves are not in particularly good condition, the amount YOUR client can expect will be minimal. Most of the value was in the property itself, which Beatrice McGuire has NO claim to whatsoever. When you are ready to assess the value of the remaining items, let ME know. Do not contact my client directly anymore. We will work out any payment owed to your client at that time. Since it is proper for one party to accept a cash settlement equal to their share of the inheritance, that is what we will do, so there will be no need to sell the house. After the assessment, my client will pay your client the agreed amount, and formal ownership of the house will fall to her. Oh, and in the meantime, if you or your client step foot on Rose McGuire's property for any other reason than to take part in the assessment process, it will be considered trespassing and both of you will be arrested. Good day. Girls, shall we go?" Rose and Charlotte got to their feet and followed Mrs. Webb out the door. Once outside, Annabel said, "God that felt good!" Without warning, Rose caught the elder Mrs. Webb in a breathtaking hug, and Charlotte joined in as well. "I seem to be up to my armpits in young women. Now, let's go get lunch and then you can go take control of your land." They had lunch at a ritzy, upscale restaurant where the drinks cost more than most meals Rose had ever consumed. But Mrs. Webb was apparently a favored client at that establishment, and she was picking up the tab. Rose was confused on one issue. "I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but how am I going to make a cash offer to Beatrice? I don't have that kind of money, even if it is for just half the house and half the truck." Mrs. Webb finished off her iced-tea. "Well, it really isn't that much. The value of the house will be minimal without the property rights. You might have to sell some of your property to . . ." She stopped when she saw that Rose was just staring at her blankly. "You really had no idea . . ." "No idea about what?" "Your grandfather may have been a little ‘off-his-rocker,' but he owned quite a bit of property. Did you ever wonder why no one ever tried developing the land around your house?" "I just figured no one wanted it." "It's near a large university. Everyone would want it. Your grandfather owned close to one hundred acres of forestland surrounding your house." Rose almost spit her diet-Pepsi all over the table. "And that's not all," Annabel continued, sounding obviously excited. "He also had plots of land all over the city and all across the state. He had been inheriting land from your ancestors for almost a century. Some of that acreage is in prime locations. You could sell just a couple of deeds and have enough to pay that bitch-mother of yours, open your own business and have plenty of cash left to spend. Young lady, you just became very wealthy." Rose was stunned. Her life had taken another startling turn, and she wasn't sure how to react. So Charlotte showed her, first by hugging her tightly and then by kissing her repeatedly all over her face. -------------------- ----------------------------- When that evening rolled around, Rose was exhausted. She had spent all afternoon signing papers and negotiating the sale of some of her new property in the southern portion of the state. She had gone from "barely scraping by" to "rolling in dough" in the course of a day. Charlotte had gone home for a few minutes to excitedly help her mother explain the day's events to her father. Before they had gone their separate ways, Mrs. Webb had given Rose a genuinely warm hug, and gave the young woman a note that had apparently been left in the care of his attorney. He had left it for Rose, on the off chance she was able to claim his legacy to her. It was short and to the point, just the way her grandfather had liked things. She had tears in her eyes as she read it a second time. "Dear Rose, I'm writing this note because I realize my health is failing, and I'm not good enough with words to tell you face to face what I'm thinking. I realize you're only nine years old at the time I'm writing this, but you're smarter and wiser than your years suggest. I look at your father, who has selfishly and foolishly squandered everything in his life, and nothing more so than the delightful young girl who is his daughter. Your whole life, you've shown yourself to be a fighter and a free spirit. I remember visiting you one day after you had been sent home from school in the second grade. You had beat up a boy who had made fun of your hair. I was so proud of you, though I guess I shouldn't have encouraged you to go picking fights. But you showed more spunk in that moment than your worthless father did in his whole life. I just knew you weren't the type to lie down for anyone, and I hope that hasn't changed by the time you read this. Bed of Rose's Ch. 03 I would have like to have left you more, but this property is all I really have. I would have left it directly to you, but I'm sure my son would have found of way of ruining everything by the time you were old enough to collect on it. So I've put a provision in my will that leaves it to my nearest blood relative, and I've instructed my attorney not to tell your father about it unless the lazy little shit comes to inquire about my estate. I figure if I leave him with something, it will make him think that's all I had. If you are reading this, it probably means my lack of faith in him was justified. My only request is that you keep the property that my house stood on. You can do what you want with the house itself, but the land is special. It's where my wife and I first had a place we could call home. I'd like to think that there is a lot of love floating around that place, and I hope that some of it finds its way to you. Well, I'm not one for rambling on too long. Just know that there is at least one member of this family that is proud to share their blood with you. Lord permitting, I'll be looking in on you from time to time from heaven (or maybe hell) to make sure you're doing all right. Love, Grandpa Sam" About that time, Charlotte arrived and walked in the door. She was met with another breathtaking hug from her redheaded lover. "Not that I mind, but what was that for?" "Finding your way to me." Then she kissed the blonde girl, still holding her tight. "Don't need a reason for that. Just don't stop." They kissed again. "Hey, I picked up some Italian food on the way over. I thought we might have a picnic to celebrate your newfound fortune." Rose was kissing Charlotte's neck at the time of the suggestion. "Sure. Where did you have in mind? -------------------- --------------------- Rose found herself sitting on a blanket in the middle of the college soccer field closest to her house. Charlotte had a key to get them in the gates, which she had acquired under the premise of wanting to practice late in the evening. They had enjoyed the food and the sodas, and were lying on their backs, holding hands while staring at the sky. "So," asked Charlotte, "what's next? Are you going to open your own garage now?" "Nah. I like working for Mr. Branch. I may see if he wants a partner so he can expand his operation though. But I may build an extension onto the house at some point, and turn my gym and office into a home garage." "Why an extension?" "I'd just like a little more space to move around in." Rose was a little nervous, but she had something on her mind she needed to get out. "You know, a place to store stuff. Like maybe your stuff. If say, you were to officially move in with me." Charlotte squealed in delight and rolled over on top of her. She proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of Rose. Rose noticed she was also grinding her hips into Rose's, so the redhead wrapped her legs around her lover's waist and held her tight. "So does that mean you'll at least think about it?" Charlotte got a pouting but thoughtful look on her face. "Tell you what, I'll do you one better and say ‘yes' right here and now, but only on one condition. Okay?" "What is it?" "That before the night is over, you make sure I'm very well fucked." "Oh, the compromises I make!" Rose was smiling as she reached down and shoved her non-injured hand into the back of Charlotte's snug shorts, gripping the young girl's ass tightly. She was wearing one of her delightfully wicked thongs, which Rose grabbed and tugged on slightly, drawing the front tight against Charlotte's mound. "Stand up and get undressed for me. One thing at a time." Charlotte went ahead and removed her shoes and socks before getting to her feet. She slowly lifted her tee-shirt up, stopping at mid-breast just to tease her lover. Then she shirked the shirt entirely and slid her shorts down her legs. If she realized that she was now almost completely naked in the middle of a soccer field where she was going to be playing in a few days, it didn't seem to bother her. Her thong and bra were matching pink and she twirled delicately, putting them on display. Rose had unbuttoned her pants and had slid her hand down to her own crotch, fingering herself while her lover put herself on display. Charlotte reached around and undid the bra clasp and let the straps fall over her shoulders. She kept the bra in place though, at least until she squeezed her generous melons together. Then the bra fell free. "Just one item to go." "Well, that one item may just take a while." Charlotte grabbed her backpack and pulled out her harness as well as a dildo Rose hadn't seen before. It was actually two dildos, with the one on top being thicker and longer, while the bottom one was smaller but with a larger number of bumps and ridges. She had grabbed a small bottle of ID lubricant and was applying it to both pieces when she looked down at Rose and said, "Now get your pants off!" Rose had slid her pants down to her knees when Charlotte decided it was taking too long. With her lover's legs still tangled in her jeans, the blonde girl knelt down and put the head of the larger dildo in the opening of Rose's cunt. She pushed in until the smaller dildo underneath made contact with Rose's perfect little asshole. She started to push in. Rose was frustrated because with her legs still stuck together, she couldn't see what was going on. But she could feel it. She felt her pussy filling up, then her asshole started to stretch. She gasped. They had played similar games before, but this felt special somehow. Finally, Charlotte realized her lover's predicament and finished removing Rose's jeans so that the redhead could wrap her lover up with her legs. With a dong buried in both holes, Charlotte started a fast, steady pace. Unlike the times when she had used two different toys or a double-ended dildo, this time Charlotte was able to go really hard and really fast. She took good advantage of that. Rose was loving it! Both her openings would fill and contract at the same time, and the cock in her ass was so heavily ridged that it caused a series of wonderful sensations on every stroke. The two girls almost instinctively started fondling each other's chests, though Charlotte had considerable more to play with. So Charlotte let one had head south to play with her lover's clit as she pounded her way into Rose's vaginal cavity. "Harder! Harder! I'm gonna cum!" And Rose proceeded to do just that, clamping down on both sections of the love toy as she let her juices run. She wrapped her arms around Charlotte's body and dug her fingernails into the girl's back. They held that position until Rose felt her body relax again. "Well, now it's your turn. And remember, you have to make sure that I'm thoroughly fucked. So, how are you gonna do it?" "I'm not sure yet. Why don't you sit on my face while I think about it?" Charlotte placed her knees on either side of Rose's head and moaned contentedly as her lover's tongue went to work. Rose had become so familiar with the blonde girl's nether region she didn't even need her fingers anymore. Charlotte's inner lips were particularly sensitive, so Rose licked and suck on them quite a bit. She had her little blonde girl squirming all over her face in no time. She used her tongue as a small dick and just thrust it in and out before returning to her licking. Finally, she just went for the ice-cream cone approach, and Charlotte had her first orgasm shortly thereafter. But Rose held the young woman's hips in place, and started to work before Charlotte had even fully recovered from her initial climax. Rose's mouth and face were slippery with girl-cum, but she wanted so much more. She kept up her oral fixation for another fifteen minutes, and made her lover cum two more times. "Enough," said Charlotte as her body quivered and her pussy spasmed for the third time. "I'll move in with you." "What," said Rose with a grin, "is that all you've got? Let's see what other toys you brought." Charlotte dismounted her lover's face and Rose rooted through the backpack of goodies. She found something that would just about do the trick. It was one of their larger attachments, being eight inches long with a thickness of an inch and a half across. Rose picked up the discarded harness and switched out the attachments. Then she pulled Charlotte to her feet and led her over to one of the goal posts and had Charlotte put her back against the cold steel. Rose placed the large head of her toy at the entrance to the other woman's sex box and then stood up, letting the entire eight inches slide inside Charlotte's body. Charlotte understandable groaned as she got filled up. Rose reached under Charlotte's arms and around both her lover's body and the goal post. She used her good hand to grip her injured arm just about the sprained wrist. She was pretty sure this would work. Then she leaned back and instructed Charlotte to wrap her arms around Rose's shoulders, her legs around Rose's waist and to lean against the post. Charlotte did, finding herself with her feet off the ground and completely impaled on the large plastic cock. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered huskily. "I don't want you to hurt yourself." "I'll be fine." Their bodies formed what was almost a v-shape, and it allowed Rose to support more weight for longer than if she just tried holding her lover straight up. She started pumping her hips. She wasn't able to pull more than three or four inches of it out of Charlotte's body, but the blonde girl didn't seem to mind staying full. Rose picked up the tempo, and soon the whole soccer field was filled with the sound of hip-flesh smacking against ass flesh. She was fucking her girlfriend hard and deep, and she didn't care if someone heard them. "Like this?" she asked. "Like getting a good long dick from your girlfriend?" "More than anything! Fuck, that thing is so big!" Rose pounded away for almost ten minutes. Even with the goal post helping, Rose felt like her arms were going to fall off. But it was all worth it when Charlotte arched her back, stuck those big titties straight out and clenched her vaginal walls, trapping the invader as she climaxed for the fourth time. Rose managed to keep her lover supported through the entire, pleasurable ordeal, but she had to let Charlotte's feet hit the ground before she dropped the blonde girl on her delectable ass. They stood there in a tired embrace, leaning against the goal. "So, are you thoroughly fucked enough?" "I'll tell my folks this weekend. Can I help decorate the extension?" "Will it involve a lot of nude painting and more sex?" "Probably." "Then yes, you can." The two of them tossed their clothes and toys into the backpack and made their way, completely nude except for their shoes, back to the house they now shared. Rose was determined to break the family curse. She wasn't going to run away from everything like her parents had done. She was going to make that place a good home, and the most important part of that was walking beside her and holding her hand. She looked up at the stars. They seemed particularly bright that evening. She smiled and whispered something under her breath. "Thanks Grandpa." Charlotte turned her head as if to ask what Rose had just said, but Rose cut her off with a kiss. Charlotte looked confused, but didn't push the subject. All she said was, "I don't think I will ever understand you." Hand in hand, they returned home. ----------------- ------------------ The End of "Bed of Roses" Part 3: Counting Flowers on the Wall