Freen skidded to a stop in Becky's driveway, feeling every bit like the hormonal teenager she once was. She'd left her mother napping while Mon and the kids kept watch. She had a couple of hours to spare before she'd need to relieve them. Tomorrow-Sunday-she was planning a family dinner and would take a cue from Becky and order a variety of dishes from Sapori D'Italia. But now-right now she just wanted to be with Becky.
She knocked on her door and rang the doorbell both. Becky was expecting her and she opened it only a few seconds later. They stood staring at each other and the look in Becky's eyes caused her pulse to race. Yeah, just like when they were teenagers. And like then, Becky drew her inside, closing the door to the world.
"You're alone, right?" she asked, knowing that she was.
Becky slipped into her arms, her kiss slow and gentle, teasing Freen's lips before pulling away. "You said we had two hours. I don't want to spend them talking," Becky said with a smile as she led her toward her bedroom.
Freen pulled her shirt off along the way, reaching for Becky's as soon they entered the bedroom. She nearly groaned when she found no bra and she fumbled with her own, dropping it on the floor beside her shirt before pulling Becky to her, their breasts mashing together.
"God, I missed you,” she murmured against
Becky's lips. "Last night was endless."
Becky's hands moved between them, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering the zipper, just enough to get her hand inside. "And I missed you," Becky said, her fingers, her hand, slipping past her panties and touching her skin.
Becky's tongue was insistent and Freen let her lead, her own tongue being bathed by Becky's. She moaned when Becky's fingers slipped through her damp curls, touching her clit, rubbing against it lightly.
"I'm going to fall down," she whispered.
"Open your legs," Becky said, ignoring her warning.
Freen did her bidding, trying desperately not to lose her balance. She hardly had time to think before Becky's fingers were filling her. She held on to her, breathing hard as Becky moved her fingers inside of her.
"Lower your jeans," Becky requested, her eyes like fire as she stared into Freen's.
Freen pushed them down her thighs to her knees, moaning loudly as Becky began thrusting against her, inside of her. Freen's hips moved with her, matching each stroke. She tried to kiss Becky, their tongues dancing together, but she was gasping for air and she leaned heavily against her, both their skins damp with perspiration, both panting as they drew breath.
"You're so wet," Becky whispered. “Can you feel me inside you?"
"God, yes," Freen hissed, her hips trying keep pace. "Don't stop."
"Never."
Her legs were shaking, threatening to give way as they thrust together. Becky's free hand was around her back, holding her close, and Freen knew it was the only reason she was still upright. Each stroke brought her closer, and when she felt Becky's thumb rake across her clit, she threw her head back, the pressure building and building. She wanted to hold on, to go even higher, but her resolve shattered as her orgasm knocked the breath from her.
Becky held her tightly and Freen clung to her, gasping for air. She squeezed her legs together, keeping Becky's fingers inside of her a little longer. "If you let me go I'm going to fall," she murmured, her eyes still closed.
"I'll never let you go."
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The Glory ( Freen❣️Becky)
RomanceBecky Armstrong and Freen sarocha met when they were ten years old. Becky-daughter of wealthy parents and Freen, daughter of their live-in maid and cook-became fast friends, yet both knew their place in life. There was never a doubt that they would...
