Gimme.
Monday January 12, 2009
“Nice tutu,” says Katie.
Joey Rose shrieks and runs across the kitchen bare feet slapping to fling her arms about Katie. “You said you weren’t coming, Katiebelle!”
“I changed my mind,” says Katie, lifting Joey Rose off the floor and swinging her about.
“Welcome to the party,” says Ashley.
“Looks like it’s already a hell of a thing,” says Katie. Ashley’s wearing a pair of white underpants with little cartoon hearts sprinkled pink and red and a bright blue feather boa draped about her neck. Morgan leans in the doorway naked an arm about Ilya in a black thong and one electric pink fishnet stocking. Her other foot is bare. Georgia’s by the kitchen counter wearing shiny yellow boyshorts, smiling impishly around the head of a cherry-red dildo, and Joey Rose is only wearing a tutu. “This whole house is ours, huh?” Katie’s still wearing her kilt and her blouse and her baggy grey hoodie and her clompy-heeled sandals.
“The whole neighborhood is ours,” says Ashley, smirking. “Nobody lives on this cul de sac at all.”
“I noticed it was a little dark driving up,” says Katie.
“This one’s the only one hooked up,” says Ashley. “It’s the showcase house. Fully furnished.”
“There’s an acre of bed upstairs,” says Ilya.
“And a massive leather couch and a huge-ass hi-def wall TV,” says Georgia. “And DVDs,” she says, giving the dong a lick.
“And a Jacuzzi!” says Joey Rose.
“But first,” says Ashley, “I think someone’s overdressed.”
“Oh do you,” says Katie.
“Oh, yeah,” says Morgan.
Katie skins off her hoodie and hops up on the kitchen counter. Hands up bracing herself against the ceiling she does an awkward twirl and bump and grind as the girls gather about the counter chanting “Off! Off! Take it all off!” Taffeta rustles as Georgia steps in behind Joey Rose and reaches around kissing her neck to put her hands on her belly and thighs, but Joey Rose only has eyes for Katie, who’s unbuttoning her top, sashaying down to one end of the counter and back. The last button undone she throws open her blouse her crucifix bouncing between the black cups of her little satin bra. The girls are whooping and hollering. Katie tosses the blouse away and Morgan leaps to catch it. Katie down on her knees drops her ass then sways it back and forth, reaching back for the clasp of her bra –
“Oh, no,” yells Joey Rose, “Gimme!” And she hauls herself up onto the counter behind Katie, grabbing the strap of her bra. The whoops falter but Joey Rose pulls the bra loose. Katie turns and grabs Joey’s shoulder and as Joey Rose twirls the bra above her head leans down to meet Joey Rose leaning up into a laughing kiss. Somebody gasps.
“Whoa,” says Georgia.
“You’re kidding,” says Ashley.
“Watch,” says Morgan, as still kissing Joey Rose leans back Katie leaning over her mouths working taffeta rustling as Joey Rose’s knees turn up there between her thighs Katie’s hand is already busy.
“Fuckin’ A,” says Georgia.