3 comments/ 51289 views/ 14 favorites Work Out Buddies By: Work Out Buddies Lillian looked through the refrigerator; barely any food items at all. The pantry was mainly ready to eat foods, soups and spaghetti sauce in a jar. The living room got a little bit of a looking over; the large stack of dvds revealed several exercise videos, the comedies they'd watched last night, and two pornographic movies as well. "'Phat Phreaks,'" Lilliam mused aloud. "'Fat Ass Gang Bang,' must be documentaries, right?" "Ready?" Iris smiled and Lillian put the movies back in the correct order. **** "You know, um, if you're serious about this exercise and losing weight stuff," Lillian broached the subject as they sat in the McDonald's restaurant. "Yeah, I start, lose a couple of pounds, then put them right back on, and then some," Iris agreed. "Maybe we ought to kind of start eating better too," Lillian suggested. "Yeah, I know," Iris agreed. "But I just don't have any time, you know? I mean, get ready for work, run run run all day, then get home, study for the Broker's test, by the time I have any time to just catch my breath, it's time for bed." "Well, I ain't got nothing better to do," Lillian suggested. "Are you volunteering?" Iris asked, studying Lillian's face. "Look, Iris, I'm out of a job, the fucking utilities are off at my crappy apartment, hell, I don't even have next month's rent, my car's completely dead," Lillian said. "Let me cook for you, clean for you, I'll do a real good job, you'll see." "It was nice having you there last night," Iris mused aloud. "And I got up, actually did some exercises, wouldn't have you weren't there to make me." She smiled at Lillian. "Deal," she said. "Pack your stuff, think you'll need a bunch of boxes? I'll get you a key and I'll pick you up at your 'crappy apartment' this afternoon, okay?" "Oh thank you," Lillian gushed. "Uh uh, your ass is going to work," Iris smiled happily. "I'm all nice and stuff as a work out buddy, but I'm a total bitch as a boss." "Uh huh," Lillian laughed. **** The furniture was all Tony's old stuff so Lillian didn't even bother with any of it. It obviously hadn't meant anything to him, why should it mean anything to her? Two large garbage bags held her entire world, a fact that depressed her slightly. Less than two hours after Iris had driven away, Lillian was ready to leave. But it would be at least another two hours before Iris would be back to take her to lunch, and then take her to her home. So she cleaned the apartment as best she could with no electricity. Most of the food had begun to spoil in the refrigerator, so she threw it all away. The pantry was cleaned out; she would take that to Iris' condo. She looked at her watch; only twenty minutes had elapsed. A knock at the door startled her and she looked through the peep hole. It was the landlord, Mr. Ray. She did not like the Asian-American man, thought he was a sleazebag. Even though he was married and knew that she was living with Tony, the man constantly made innuendos and lewd suggestions to her. She sighed and opened the door. "Tony here?" he shrilly demanded. "No, no he's not," Lillian said. "He moved out about a week ago." "You lying," he accused. "I want to see him now!" "I am not lying," Lillian told the man in very icy tones. "He dumped me and moved out last Friday, but you're welcome to come in and have a look for yourself." Mr. Ray came in, tried a couple of the light switches and glared at the girl. He walked through the whole apartment and came back into the living room, highly agitated. "Where he go?" he demanded. "I don't know," Lillian shrilled back. "Why? What you need him for?" "He two month late for rent," Mr. Ray said. "I no run free motel here! Two month I don't see any rent!" Lillian's blood ran red-hot. She'd given that little son of a bitch the seven hundred dollars for the rent. Last month and this month. Fourteen hundred dollars. "Oh, he is so fucking dead," she muttered. "Hello? Knock knock," Iris' voice sang out. "She know where Tony is?" Mr. Ray asked. "No, she's a friend of mine, not his," Lillian said and grabbed her two large garbage bags. "Well, Mr. Ray, I'd love to say it's been a pleasure, but my momma told me not to lie, so I won't. See you." Iris interrupted Lillian only once as Lillian blasted into an angry tirade. "Who's name is on the lease?" she asked. "His; he was already living there when I moved in," Lillian said. "Guess what?" Iris smiled as she looked up from the book she was reading. "What?" Lillian asked as he swallowed the last of the hot ham and cheese sandwich. "Tony's in a bunch of deep doo-doo," Iris said, then explained; Lillian had given Tony the money with the express, not implied, understanding that it was to pay for rent and for utilities. Tony had breached the express intent, therefore was responsible for the fourteen hundred, plus the one hundred and sixty seven dollars. "Well, that's great, but how do I make him pay me back?" Lillian asked. "Small Claims court," Iris said. "Iris, I don't know where he is," Lillian argued. "You don't, but your buddy does, the one that called you to tell you the good news that Tony was already shacking up with someone else," Iris reminded her. "And if she won't reveal where he is, we'll just include her in our lawsuit." Chapter 4 Iris helped Lillian put away all the clothing, hanging what needed to be hung, and putting away the clothing that needed to be folded into the chest of drawers. "Um, ain't Harvey going to get mad, you don't go back to work?" Lillian asked as Iris carried the dirty clothes to the small laundry closet. "I don't have another appointment until four o'clock," Iris said easily. "So, I can either be here helping you, or at the office playing solitaire on my computer." "Four o'clock?" Lillian asked. "So what time you going to be home for dinner?" "Seven, eight," Iris shrugged. "See why it's so hard for me to eat right?" "Yeah, yeah, I guess so," Lillian agreed, running through her list of menus that could be prepared with the meager provisions in Iris' pantry. As if she could read Lillian's mind, Iris said, "I'll pick up something to eat on the way home after I drop my clients off." "No ma'am," Lillian said firmly. "Living healthy starts right now, not tomorrow, 'cause tomorrow never gets here." "Well!" Iris said and saluted Lillian. "Yes ma'am!" "That's more like it," Lillian nodded approval. **** Iris cane in all smiles. Lillian got off the couch and put Iris' plate in the microwave and hit the 'start' button. "I made the sale!" Iris whooped and hugged Lillian. "Three percent of two hundred and eighty thousand! And let me tell you, these two pricks just about killed me! 'Oh I don't like the tile,' 'Oh the garden is so ratty looking,' 'oh God, look at what the neighbors are driving, I wouldn't let my cat drive that,' fucking queens!" Lillian laughed; it still amused her that the prim and proper Iris used profanity from time to time. "That's great, go sit down," she said. "Is red wine off our diet?" Iris asked and produced a bottle. "Hmm," Lillian thought. "No, no, in moderation red wine is supposed to be good for you, so I guess a glass wouldn't hurt." "Moderation?" Iris snorted. "Oh no, Honey, not after what those two fruit loops put me through! I am going to get good and tipsy!" "We just started working out," Lillian laughed as she went to the small kitchen to retrieve Iris' dinner. "I don't think I can carry you up those stairs yet!" "Then I guess I better get drunk upstairs, or sleep down here," Iris laughed and worked the cork loose. "What's that?" Lillian asked as she saw another bag on the sofa table next to the empty bag the wine had come in. "Oh, oh, that!" Iris giggled. "I figured, since you're going to be my maid, you should look like a maid. She stopped eating her chicken spaghetti and ran to the bag. "I was so surprised they had it in our size, I just couldn't pass it up!" she giggled again. Lillian's mouth opened in shock. "Iris, I'm not wearing THAT!" she protested. Iris was holding up a 'French maid' costume, complete with white lace thong panties, white lace garter belt and black fishnet stockings. "No?" Iris asked, looking at the costume. "But it even comes with a little hat and choker!" "I don't care!" Lillian protested. "Relax," Iris giggled again. "I bought it for me, silly. Who knows? Maybe next time I have a date, I'll put that on and bring him breakfast in bed!" "Where'd you get that thing anyway?" Lillian asked and sipped her glass of wine. "Insurrections; there's a store right next to the office," Iris smiled and drained her third glass of wine. "I'm not carrying you up them stairs," Lillian warned and picked up Iris' empty plate. "Oh shush," Iris giggled. "That's the last glass; I really don't like getting drunk on wine, gives me horrible hangovers." **** She had a horrible hangover anyway and grumbled and complained through their work out. She was ready to quit shortly after starting, but Lillian coaxed and cajoled and made Iris do a complete fifteen minutes of exercises. "I don't like you," Iris mumbled as she staggered out of the guest room. "But I love you," Lillian teased. "And I love you too, but I don't like you very much," Iris' voice floated back, a little bit of a lilt back into her inflection. Iris sat and ate her breakfast in her bathrobe, hair wrapped in a towel. During the meal, her robe slipped open, exposing one of her large breasts, but Iris did not bother adjusting the robe. Lillian shrugged it off as well. "Be home for lunch?" Lillian asked. Iris thought about it for a moment, then shook her head no. "No, got a closing today at ten o'clock; those things take forever. I'll just grab a sandwich or something," she smiled. "But you will be home for dinner?" Lillian asked. "Should be," Iris agreed. She surprised Lillian by quickly kissing her on the lips before leaving the condo. **** Lillian quickly made her bed, then walked into Iris' bedroom and decided to strip the sheets and wash them. She smiled as she found the teddy bear wedged between the bed and the nightstand. She raised her eyebrows when she flipped up the dust cover and saw a strap on dildo underneath the bed. Obviously, French maid uniforms weren't the only things Iris bought at Insurrections. She did the load of laundry and put the clean sheets on the bed. She finished making the bed and put the teddy bear in the middle of the bed. After a light lunch, she realized she still had at least five hours before Iris would arrive home. She fished out 'Fat Ass Gang Bang' and slipped it into the player. The very first vignette showed to large blonde women making out. They both moaned and groaned as if the act of kissing was orgasmic to them. "I love your ass; I want to fuck your hot fat ass," one of the women moaned to the other. "Uh huh," the other woman agreed. The scene pixilated then cleared to show one large woman tying on a leather harness, and then fitting an immense dildo to the base of it. The other woman was kneeling down in front of her, waiting. "Oh, yeah, got that hot fat ass ready for my big fucking cock?" the first woman asked. "Uh huh," the other woman moaned. Lillian watched as the first fat woman effortlessly slid the dildo into the other woman's rectum and began pumping fast and furious. "Hey, hey, hey, got room for a couple of horny guys?" a male voice boomed out. "Yeah, come fuck my hot fat ass while I fuck her's," the woman, said. "And what about me?" another male voice asked. "Fuck my face," the second woman said. The scene pixilated again and cleared to show two very fat men having sex with the two fat women. "I want to feel some hot man meat in my ass, the second woman said and the first woman pulled her large dildo out of the second woman's rectum. The scene ended with the two men pumping a large amount of semen onto the large buttocks of the two women. The next vignette showed the two blonde women again making out, then being joined by two more very large women, one African-American and the other another blonde. The scene switched to show more dildo-anal play among the women. Lillian watched with mild interest. She'd never had a lesbian experience, and had never even entertained the idea of anal sex, although Tony constantly suggested both to her. She thought about Iris' large strap on dildo upstairs. She wondered if Iris' had ever tried any of this stuff. Was that what the large dildo was for? The hour long DVD ended with the four women servicing eight large men, anally and orally. "Uh huh," Lillian said and put the other pornographic dvd in. She ejected it after the second vignette; the theme of this movie was black men with large white women, a topic that did not interest her in the least. She'd rebuffed the advances of several African-American customers and a few of the employees of the diner. Again, she wondered about her host and friend. Was Harvey McMillan an African-American? Was Iris into any of this stuff? Checking her watch, she decided to get busy on dinner. **** "I'll be up all night studying," Iris said as Lillian cleared away their dinner plates. "Don't wait up for me." "Uh huh, but at five thirty, you better be ready to pump iron," Lillian playfully said. "Uh huh, YOU better be ready," Iris smiled. "Good night," Lillian said and kissed the top of Iris' head. "Good night, Sweetie," Iris agreed. Chapter 5 Iris had obviously mixed wine with studying; she was hung over again as the two sweated and grunted and groaned. "Thank God," Iris wheezed when Lillian announced an end to the torment. "'Bye, have a nice day," Lillian said as Iris prepared to leave. "You too Sweetie," Iris said and lightly kissed Lillian's lips. She giggled, then used her thumb to wipe her pink lipstick from Lillian's lips. "See you at lunch," Iris cheerfully called out and left the condo. Lillian smiled; Mr. Teddy was not in his hiding place between the nightstand and bed, but was still in the bed, nestled in the pillows. She made quick work of making the bed, making sure to put Mr. Teddy right in the middle of the made bed. On impulse, she looked underneath the bed. The dildo was no longer under the bed. Iris' closet was open and Lillian went to close it. She saw the bag with the maid's uniform on the floor and looked at it. **** "Hey, I'm home and ready for lunch!" Iris called out cheerfully. "Hey, good thing, it's just about ready," Lillian called back. They ate in silence, forks hitting the plates and spoons clinking against the soup bowls. It was a comfortable silence. "Um, hey, you got any other movies?" Lillian asked. "What? Oh, oh yeah, in the cabinet," Iris said, pointing to the cabinet underneath the large television. "Hey, wait a minute! I'm not paying you to sit around on your butt!" Lillian cleared away the lunch plates while Iris used the half bathroom. "Did you wash your hands?" Lillian asked teasingly. "No!" Iris yelled and playfully wiped her hands on Lillian's waist. "Ew, gross!" Lillian shouted back and both women laughed. "'Bye, see you at dinner," Iris said and hugged Lillian quickly, then kissed her lips again. Lillian got over her surprise and returned Iris' playful little hug and peck . The cabinet revealed a few more comedies and a few more pornographic movies. Fat or Phat was in the title of every one of the movies; obviously Iris was not only comfortable with her weight, she found it sexy as well. 'Fat Cum Sluts' was on top, so Lillian put it in. Vignette after vignette showed one or two large women sucking a wide variety of cocks. Lillian found the vignette of several extremely skinny men being orally serviced by one very large woman more amusing than sexually stimulating. For the most part, the entire video did very little for her. She decided to run the vacuum cleaner over the carpet before she got started on dinner. **** "Studying," Iris said as she set out the real estate books on the dining room table. "No drinking," Lillian ordered. "I'm tired of you whining when we work out." "Well, yes ma'am!" Iris said. "I'm serious," Lillian said softly and put a hand on Iris' shoulder. "Twice in a row? That's a bit much, don't you think?" "You're right," Iris agreed and puckered up for a kiss. Lillian bent over and kissed Iris' lips. "It bother you if I watch TV while you study, or would you rather I go upstairs?" Lillian asked. "Upstairs," Iris decided after a minute of thought, "I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't need you distracting me." "Not going to take it the wrong way; that's why I asked," Lillian said and kissed Iris' lips again and strode upstairs to her room. "Good night, love you," Iris called out. "Love you too," Lillian said. **** Iris had been a good girl; she was not hung over as she and Lillian both sweated and grunted and groaned. "Time," Lillian called out. "Okay," Iris wheezed and wobbled out of the room. Lillian wobbled downstairs and fixed their breakfast. Just as she was putting the plates on the table, Iris came downstairs, large fluffy towel draped around her. Given her immense bulk, the towel did not cover all of her. "Where's your robe?" Lillian asked. "Smells like mildew," Iris complained. "Didn't make any sense to shower, then put that thing on. "Oh, I am so sorry," Lillian apologized. I'll wash it today." "That's okay; how were you supposed to know?" Iris said. The towel keep coming undone as she ate, and after the fourth time of her huffing in impatience and retying it, Lillian put her hand out and stopped Iris. "Leave it; I've already seen your boobs fifty times, seeing them again ain't going to kill me," she laughed. "Yeah, but what about my pooty?" Iris teased. "Seen it too," Lillian smiled and shook her head. She grabbed Iris' towel and draped it over Iris' belly, leaving the pendulous breasts exposed but covering Iris' belly and hairless pubic mound. "There, How's that?" she asked. "Better?" "Better," Iris agreed. She was washing the dishes when Iris came down, dressed and ready for the workday ahead. "You know, the computer in the living room is yours to use whenever you want," Iris said. "You can go on the web, look for a new job." "Really?" Lillian asked. I mean, I saw it sitting there, but..." "Yeah, password is 'xlarge,' the letter x, then large, all lower case," Iris giggled. "My last boyfriend set it up for me, little ass hole." "Be home for lunch?" Lillian asked. "Think so," Iris smiled and kissed Lillian before leaving. **** Iris' sense of smell must be tremendous, Lillian decided. Yes, the robe did have a slight musty smell, but she had to sniff very hard to notice it. She put the terrycloth robe into the washing machine along with the bath towels. She rummaged around in her own laundry and found the lingerie bag and put Iris' bras and panties into the bag. Tony had sneered at her when she bought the bag. "Just dump then in with the rest of the stuff, what the fuck?" he said. "Typical man," Lillian scoffed. But with the silk that Iris wore, 'dumping them in with the rest of the stuff' wasn't an option. "So, find anything?" Iris asked as she sipped the iced tea. "Yeah, there's a couple of possibilities, Lillian agreed. "I'm putting together my resume; thank God your computer has Word." "Yeah, it was supposed to be the latest and greatest when I bought it," Iris said. **** "Come on," Iris said, putting her hands on Lillian's shoulders. "Bed time; believe me, you're not going to find a job at eleven thirty." Work Out Buddies "It's already eleven thirty?" Lillian asked and looked at the small blinking clock in the corner of the computer screen. "'Fraid so," Iris said, rubbing and massaging Lillian's neck and shoulders. "Oh, that's good," Lillian groaned, relishing the feeling of Iris' small, yet strong hands. "Yeah?" Iris giggled. "Took a class in it, you know, one of those 'Adult Courses,' the ones that don't give you any college credits but..." She leaned close to Lillian's ear. "What a GREAT place to meet single guys," she smiled. "Aw!" Lillian complained when Iris stopped rubbing her neck and shoulders. "Bed time," Iris repeated. "Maybe one day I'll give you the works, okay?" "You better," Lillian demanded. "Yeah?" Iris' laughing voice floated back. "What you going to do if I don't?" "Beat you up," Lillian threatened as she logged off of the Internet. "Careful, I've been working out," Iris laughed. Chapter 6 They walked up and down the grocery aisles, Iris pushing the buggy while Lillian selected what would and what would not go into the buggy. "I hate you," Iris groused when Lillian put a couple of boxes of high fiber cereal into the buggy, passing up the sugared cereals. "Hey, kitchen's closed Saturdays and Sundays," Lillian said. "Then I should get the cereal I like," Iris argued. "Ooh, cat fight," a man smiled as he pushed his buggy past them. "Not today," Iris giggled. "'Cause I'm right and you know it," Lillian said and began walking away. "Uh huh," Iris grumbled, but followed her friend. They nearly had another argument in the alcohol section; Iris wanted to get beer and wine, whereas Lillian said she could have one, or the other, but not both. "But it's MY money," Iris whined. Lillian felt the blood drain from her face. "You're right," she snapped. "Fine, do whatever you want; it's your money." Iris tried several times to tell Lillian she was sorry and hadn't meant to throw that into Lillian's face, but Lillian was quiet. They emptied the trunk of the car, bringing the groceries into the condo. Iris continued to try to apologize, finally trapping Lillian into a corner of the kitchen. "Look, Lillian, I'm sorry if I..." Iris started yet again. "No, Iris," Lillian said in a small voice. "It's not you, it's me. All my life, I've always depended on somebody else to do everything for me. You just reminded me that, yet again, I'm sponging off of someone else. I mean, even when I was with Tony, I might have been paying the bills, but I still needed him to fix everything, take care of everything else." "But you're not sponging off of me," Iris argued, hugging onto Lilliam fiercely. "Lillian, you're not sponging off of me! You're helping me! You wouldn't believe how much I need you here!" "Really?" Lillian asked, sniffling. "Really!" Iris emphatically declared. **** "Kitchen is closed," Lillian reminded Iris again. "Fine," Iris smiled. "Let's go to China Inn." "Yeah!" Lillian agreed. "And then we'll go right next door; there's this nail salon, that's where I get my males done," Iris continued as she grabbed her purse. "I wondered about that," Lillian admitted. "Your nails are always so perfect." "Should be," Iris laughed. "Those girls don't mess around!" Ordering created another light argument. "But I like fried rice," Iris whined. "And it likes you," Lillian countered. "Likes you so much it never wants to leave. Leave your hips, your waist, and your tummy. Steamed rice is better for you, and no rice is best." "You ready order now?" the waiter snapped, a little impatient. ""Fine, get whatever you want," Lillian said. "I'm going to have number 79, the twice cooked pork, and steamed rice," Iris ordered. "And give me the number 21, the chicken and snow peas, steamed rice," Lillian ordered. "Fine, fine, you want something drink?" the waiter asked. "Water is fine for me," Lillian said. "Damn it, Lillian!" Iris said. "Making me feel guilty!" "What?" Lillian said. "Get whatever you want! I'm not stopping you." "Fine, I'll have a Bud Light," Iris said. "Ah Miss Cutter, good see you again," the Asian woman beamed as Iris entered the nail salon. "Oh, you bring sister?" Iris and Lillian looked at each other for a brief moment. Iris had to admit, she and Lillian did look like sisters; both were natural blondes, very close in height and weight, both had pale skin and blue eyes. Iris turned and smiled at the Asian woman. "Yes, this is my sister, Lillian," she introduced the slightly blushing Lillian. "Good, good, and Miss Lilly getting the works too?" the woman asked, scribbling out the receipt. "If she wants," Iris said. "What's the works?" Lillian asked. "Pedicure, manicure, hot oil, and wax," Iris said. "That sounds pretty good," Lillian agreed. "Okay," the Asian woman fussed to three jabbering women. "Iris and Lilly here for works! Chop, chop! No time play and chit-chat!" The three women laughed and gently guided Iris and Lillian over to two plush seats. "She acts so tough but Chucky's all bark and no bite," Iris laughed to Lillian. "I bite plenty hard," Chucky said, putting a stern look on her face. "Okay, Miss Lilly, what you think? Maybe pink, maybe red, maybe white?" Chucky asked as she began to rapidly trim Lillian's fingernails. "Whatever Iris gets," Lillian said. "I get their pink; it's the prettiest color," Iris said. The hot oil felt wonderful as the woman rubbed it into Lillian's hands and feet. "No fall asleep on me now," Chucky smiled. "Wax next." "And why can't she be asleep for that?" Iris teased. "All she's got to do is lay there." "You right," Chucky smiled. "You ready?" Lillian watched as Iris and Chucky went into a small room. "Come, wash hands, oil taste bad," another smiling woman insisted and Lillian went to the small sink and carefully washed her hands. "I ready for you, Miss Lilly," Chucky said and guided Lillian into the second cubicle and closed the door. Inside of the room was a low cot. Chucky indicated that Lillian should lie down on it. "No, no," she laughed. "Pants off; I not wax the pants!" Lillian understood then what the 'wax' part was. She shrugged and slid her jeans and panties off and lay down, not making eye contact with Chucky. "Mm, lot of hair, don't worry, I make it not hurt too bad," Chucky insisted. But it did. It stung horribly when Chucky rapidly jerked the strips of cloth away. Then she insisted the woman roll over and Lillian almost balked when she felt the small woman's hands prying her ample buttocks apart. She bit down the shriek when the cloth was ripped away from her sensitive anal area. "Lotion, you got lotion?" Chucky asked. "That always good for after wax." "We've got lotion," Iris assured the woman, who was getting ready to add a bottle of lotion to the charge. **** "So how'd you like it?" Iris smiled as she saw Lillian admiring her polished nails. "Loved the pedicure, the manicure, the hot oil, was ready to deck Chucky when she ripped the tape off my pussy," Lillian laughed. "Yeah, well, it does kind of hurt the first time," Iris laughed. "Now, I hardly even notice it." "And it's STILL Stinging!" Lillian complained and laughed. "As soon as we get home, I'm slapping the lotion on!" **** Iris sat down on the couch and pulled her feet up underneath herself. "Damn it, Iris, I hate you," Lillian complained. "What?" Iris asked, pulling her eyes away from 'American Pie.' "That is so beautiful on you," Lillian complained. Looking at Iris' simple sleep shirt and tap pants. "All I got are these ratty old tee shirts and boxers. "Well, come on, whiney butt," Iris said, putting her can of beer down on the coaster. "I got this in pink, blue, yellow, green, what you want?" "Green?" Lillian asked, wrinkling her face up. "Ew, I hate green!" "Oh, but this is a pretty green," Iris argued. "I mean, I'm not all that crazy about green either, but I just love this one." Lillian had to agree; it was a pretty green, but she still picked the yellow set. Iris was not shy about baring herself to Lillian, so Lillian, after a brief moment of hesitation, pulled the large tee shirt off, baring her own large breasts and fat nipples to Iris' gaze, then slid the tattered old boxer shorts down and off. "Wow, that is cute, isn't it?" Iris admired as Lillian slipped the sleep shirt and tap pants on. "Uh huh," Lillian agreed. "And they're so soft, too!" "Yeah, One hundred percent silk, but washable silk," Iris said. "Fat or not, a girl's got a right to feel sexy, am I right?" "Absolutely," Lillian agreed. They went back downstairs and Lillian decided , what the hell, one beer wouldn't hurt and popped opens a can for herself. The girls sat together on the couch and laughed or groaned at the high school antics of the characters. Lillian noticed that Iris' hand was on her leg but did not remove it. Instead, she reached down and gave Iris' hand a gentle squeeze. "Oh!" Iris said, realizing her hand was resting on Lillian's thigh and removed it. She took another sip of her beer and then drained the can. "Going to have another?" Lillian asked as Iris got to her feet. "Well, yeah," Iris said, on the defensive. "Grab me one," was all Lillian said. **** "No, no, watch," Lillian stopped Iris from pouring the milk onto the bran flakes. She went into the kitchen, but the bag of mixed berries out of the freezer, then the bag of pecans from the pantry shelf. She missed a handful of frozen berries and a handful of the nuts, and then mixed in a couple of handfuls of the bland cereal. "Now, now That's cereal worth eating, Lillian assured iris. Iris had to agree; Lillian's doctored cereal did taste a lot better than expected. "So, what are you going to do today?" Lillian asked as Iris finished her breakfast. "As little as... Oh! I still owe you a massage, huh?" Iris said. "Oh, yeah, that's right!" Lillian said. "Well, that's what I'm going to do," Iris smiled. "Let me go put a sheet on the bed." Chapter 7 Lillian waddled into Iris' bedroom and Iris smiled up at her as he was sorting through various bottles of oil. Lay down," she said, indicating the sheet covering the bed. "Oh boy," Lillian said and lay down. "Uh uh," Iris argued. "You're not getting oil on those jammies. Off." Lillian hesitated for a second, then shrugged out of the clothing and lay back down on the sheet, on her belly. "And we start off at the feet," Iris murmured and gripped one of Lillian's feet and slowly, sensuously rubbed and kneaded the sensitive flesh. Normally, Lillian was quite ticklish, but what Iris was doing was not ticklish at all. "Damn, that's good," she groaned, and rested her head on her folded arms. "Both feet nice and relaxed, nice and straight," Iris said and began to rub Lillian's left calf. Lillian came to, light sheet covering her still nude body. Next to her, Iris lay, snoring lightly. She could tell from the sunlight in the room that it was early afternoon and she stretched and groaned loudly. "Awake?" Iris asked, smiling. "No, not really," Lillian complained lightly. "Wow, that really knocked me out!" "Yeah," Iris agreed. "I hadn't even reached your arms and you were snoring." "So what you want for lunch?" Lillian asked, starting to get up. "Uh uh, kitchen's closed, remember?" Iris smiled and eased Lillian back down. "Oh, come on, we got to eat," Lillian smiled. "El Toronado's is open; don't even bother showering; they don't care what we look like," Iris said and got out of bed. Lillian wobbled unsteadily into her bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans and a bra, then found a pretty blouse and put that on. "Come on, chop," Iris teased as she descended the stairs. "I'm hungry." "Hold your horses, sister," Lillian ordered. "Whatever, sister," Iris laughed. "Come on!" "Fine, fine, I'm ready," Lillian said and joined Iris by the front door. **** The waiter fussed and fawned over the two women. "Jeez," Lillian whispered to Iris. "Look at us! Hair barely combed, no make up, clothes not even ironed, yet he's falling all over us!" "Should look in a mirror more often," Iris said. "You're gorgeous." "Nun uh, you're the gorgeous one," Lillian argued. "Lilly, I am not," Iris said and drank deeply of her beer. Lillian reached across the table and squeezed Iris' hand. "Yes, you are. You're gorgeous," she emphasized. "Glad you think so," Iris smiled and squeezed Lillian's hand. They did not let go of each other's hands until the waiter brought their lunches to them. "You want maybe dessert?" the waiter asked as the two finished their meals. Iris looked at Lillian for permission. "Go ahead, put a chocolate cake on top of two beers," Lillian said. "Two," Iris told the waiter. "Bring us two chocolate cakes and two coffees, please." To Lillian she said, "You're eating one too. Make me feel guilty for loving it?" "Fine, fine," Lillian said. "Damn it, don't do that to me," Iris demanded. **** "Thank you can stay awake this time?" Iris asked as she pulled Lillian up the stairs to her room. "No!" Lillian said. "Enchiladas, beer, and cake? I'll be asleep before my head hits the bed!" "Uh huh," Iris said and wiggled out of her blouse. "What are you doing?" Lillian laughed as she kicked off her tennis shoes. "I don't want to get oil on my blouse; that's one of my favorites," Iris explained as he unhooked her bra. "It is a pretty one," Lillian agreed. Iris pulled on one of her many tee shirts and let her jeans drop to the floor. "Okay, but I'm warning you, I'll be asleep before you even get to my butt," Lillian warned and stretched out on the sheet again. Again, she woke up to find herself covered by the sheet, with a sleeping Iris lying next to her. It was dark outside, except for the security light that shone into the bedroom. Iris stirred slightly when Lillian got out of the bed and wobbled into the bathroom. When Lillian finished, she hesitated for a moment, then got back into bed with Iris, rather than going to her own bed. "Good," Iris mumbled, rolled over, and resumed snoring within moments. **** Five thirty came pretty early for the two but they determinedly got out bed and got busy on their exercises. They were also able to last twenty minutes instead of just fifteen and triumphantly gave each other high fives and then hugs. Iris hugged and kissed Lillian quickly, then prepared to leave the condo. "Won't be home for lunch; Power Point presentation today; they always cater those things," she called out. Lillian surfed the Internet, sent copies of her resume to several potential employers, checked her e-mail repeatedly, but had no replies. At two o'clock she sighed, shut down the computer, and started on their dinner. Iris was a bundle of excitement as she detailed the presentation and the possibility of getting her own branch, or at least transferring out of Harvey's she did get her broker's branch once she got her broker's license. "That would be great," Lillian agreed. As bedtime approached, though, Iris seemed to lose her excitement and became slightly nervous. "Good night," Lillian said as she prepared to enter her bathroom to shower before bedtime. "Um, hey, um Lilly?" Iris asked, nervous energy spilling out of every pore on her body. "Uh huh?" Lillian asked, preparing to shut the door to the bathroom. "Um, hey, instead of you sleeping in the other room, I uh, I kind of like it, I um, I sleep better you know, um, when you're in my room with me, you know?" Iris stammered. Lillian looked at the hotly blushing girl for a long moment. "Okay," she agreed. "Good night," Iris happily said and lightly kissed Lillian's lips. "Good night," Lillian agreed and rolled over. **** "Hey, um, you remember you said if I wanted to I could borrow some of your clothes?" Lillian asked as Iris prepared to leave the condo. "Yeah, whatever you want, help yourself," Iris smiled. "Okay, be home for lunch?" Lillian asked. "Uh huh, no appointments until three thirty, and I bet she's going to cancel on me again," Iris said and reached out for a good-bye hug and kiss. "I knew it," Iris called out as she slammed the door of the condo. "Did I call it or what? Stupid bitch cancelled on me again." "So, you don't have any more appointments this afternoon?" Lillian called out from the kitchen "Nope," Iris said, looking through the mail. "So, what do you think?" Lillian asked as she stepped out of the kitchen and did a slow twirl. Iris stared at her, unable to speak. Lillian slowly lost the playful smile and started blushing hotly. "I um, I thought you'd like it," she mumbled Iris opened and closed her mouth, trying to speak. Lillian burst into sobs and ran up the stairs. A second later, Iris heard a door slam. **** "Lilly, open the door," Iris called out, knocking on the guest bedroom door. "Go away," Lillian screamed. She tried the knob, locked. She reached above the door to the jamb and pulled down the little pin. Interior doors' locks are generally designed for modesty, not security. She easily popped the lock and entered the bedroom. "Go away, I hate you!" Lillian screamed, laying face down on the bed. "I hope that's not true," Iris said, approaching the bed. "Because I love you. I love you very much." "I feel so fucking stupid," Lillian sobbed. "Why?" Iris asked, sitting down on the bed and putting her hand on Lillian's bare back. She'd not noticed it when she bought the French maid uniform, but it was backless. A simple strap that knotted behind the wearer's neck held up the front bodice. She lightly rubbed up and down Lillian's spine. "Why do you feel stupid?" she asked. "Because I put this stupid thing on," Lillian sobbed. "It's not stupid," Iris corrected gently. "I thought you'd like it," Lillian admitted. "Like it?" Iris asked. "Lilly, I love it. I couldn't speak when I saw you; you have any idea what it's like all of a sudden having every single fantasy of yours right there, right in your face? I almost peed on myself!" "Really?" Lillian asked, looking over her shoulder at Iris. In answer, Iris eland over and kissed Lillian's lips then opened her mouth and softly, timidly put her tongue to Lillian's lips. Lillian opened her mouth and Iris moaned and thrust her tongue into Lillian's open mouth. Lillian rolled over onto her back and pulled Iris to her. Iris giggled happily in her throat as she hurriedly kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the bed next to Lillian. "I love you, oh, how I love you so much," she enthused and kissed Lillian again. "I love you too," Lillian whispered and hugged Iris tightly. "Damn, let me look at you," Iris said and sat up slightly. "Oh, mother fucker, you are one hot looking bitch!" "Yeah?" Lillian giggled. "Oh yeah," Iris groaned and kissed Lillian's mouth again, then kissed her neck, then her shoulders. "I, uh, I haven't never done this before," Lillian admitted as she cradled Iris' head. "Me neither," Iris admitted. "I mean, I've always wanted to, but never, you're the first one I've ever felt close enough to even think about it." She felt Iris untie the uniform and groaned as Iris began to suckle at her fat nipple. "Take this off," she demanded, and tugged at Iris' blouse. "No," Iris responded. "I want to do it all; I want to make love to you." Lillian groaned and writhed under Iris' hungry mouth and firm hands. "Aah! Oh shit!" she screamed as Iris' mouth found her pulsating clitoris. "Oh, son of a bitch!" she groaned and grunted as Iris' mouth sucked and slurped at her pussy. Work Out Buddies "Uh!" she grunted as she felt Iris' introduce three, then four fingers to her pussy. "Oh yeah," Iris moaned, fee hand rubbing frantically at her own crotch as she thrust her entire fist into Lillian's pussy. "Oh God!" Lillian streamed as Iris' fingers sought out her G-spot. Iris cradled a spent Lillian, crooning words of love into Lillian's ear. "Oh, shit!" Lillian exclaimed. "Lunch!" "No thanks," Iris giggled. "I've already eaten." "Yeah, but I didn't," Lillian giggled and rolled over to crawl out of bed. "Damn, look at that fine ass," Iris said. "Yeah?" Lillian asked and wiggled it. "And what would you do with this fine ass?" "This," Iris said and licked the puckered anus. "Oh, no," Lillian groaned. "Iris! That's so nasty!" "Uh huh," Iris moaned and used her hands to pull Lillian's buttocks apart as far as she could. She wormed her tongue into Lillian's rectum and slurped and sucked hotly at the spicy orifice. Lillian grunted as Iris again inserted three, then four fingers into her drooling pussy, then gritted her teeth as Iris jammed two fingers into her rectum. "Uh!" she shuddered as Iris' left hand disappeared into her pussy while Iris' right hand slowly worked its way into her anal cavity. She lay on the bed, gasping, trying to catch her breath. Iris leaned over and kissed her shoulder, then her neck, then pulled Lillian's hair out of the way and kissed her cheek, then her ear. "I love you," she whispered into Lillian's ear. "Love. You. Too," Lillian wheezed. "Gee, I don't know why you're all short of breath," Iris giggled. "I'm the one did all the work." "Uh huh," Lillian weakly agreed. Epilogue. Lillian was enraged to find out that the rent for the dilapidated apartment she and Tony had shared was only six hundred a month, not seven hundred. A quick check of the utility bills for the apartment also disclosed a few months where Tony had 'fudged' the amount by a few bucks here and there. A smirking Tony showed up for the court appearance, latest girlfriend in tow. He was not smirking when he left; the judge found in favor of Lillian and further ordered that Tony be made to pay two thousand four hundred and eighty one dollars in punitive damages. "Young lady," the judge said to Tony's latest girlfriend, "I hope you were paying attention' if he's willing to treat one young lady this badly, there's always the potential he'll treat another one that way too." Iris did obtain her broker's license and did get her own branch. She interviewed four applicants for the position of personal assistant before deciding to hire Lillian Woodall for the job. Six months after becoming work out buddies, Iris has lost forty two pounds and Lillian has lost thirty eight. They're getting up at five fifteen because their work outs are a few minutes longer. And since they work out in the nude, their exercise routines end with them making love on the bed in the exercise room. And yes, Iris still sleeps with her teddy bear. The End.