Free Hugs

Taking hold of the panties, they too were removed from Celeste's body thrown into the growing pile of clothes. It was time to take matters into her own hands. She had made a promise to Celeste and Carolyn wasn't going to let her racing intimate desires to stand in the way of that promise.

Turning herself around to face Celeste's long legs, she straddled the mid section of her friend's body. Carolyn put her weight down on her friend. Without hesitation, Carolyn's hands worked in a frenzy of slaps. One after another, she let loose the fires, the furies, and the ferocious yearning of these two morsels before her. Her hands did not stop for a moment. Hidden inside this woman was an inner strength she had yet harnessed in life and in this heated moment she was releasing every ounce of it on Celeste's bottom.

With jackhammer energy, Carolyn's hands bounded off the flesh of Celeste's lower half of her cheeks. The sound of the spankings filled the home, and maybe the neighborhood, as her hand reeled back over and over again. She witnessed the gradual reddening of Celeste's pale skin. She aimed for the sit spot that delicately found its home on the fleshier portion of these treasured patches of skin. For more than a minute, slap after slap came into contact with Celeste.

Celeste emitted sounds of great pleasure. She was getting to her. Surely, this would not be the end of their festivities. Carolyn wouldn't have it. She wanted to leave her mark on Celly and wouldn't leave until she had. Spying a shelf within reaching distance full of spatulas, spoons, and other assorted "kitchen" utensils, she reached over grabbing a devastating looking spoon. She tipped the remainder the tools as she retrieved it.

Celeste knew she had underestimated Carolyn. Hurray!

***

Carolyn laughed at her fumbling fingers and at her own expense as the whole canister of kitchen utensils spilled all over the floor. She did still have the one that counted in her hands. She looked down at the amusing sight. Mere hours ago, she never would have believed someone that predicted this. She was straddling a woman that she had barely known from high school and they had been separated from each other for nearly twenty years (GASP am I really that old? I never thought I'd ever say I did something twenty years ago.). She was virtually naked and Celeste laid flat on the kitchen table beneath her and was completely devoid of clothing. Carolyn's stinging red palms were a testament that she had just spanked the woman, at her request, and was now staring down at the cheeks of Celeste's throbbing bum. What was more, Celeste was begging for full blown carnage.

Feeling the weight of the somewhat heavy wooden spoon, Carolyn threw a test swing into the flat palm of her hand. Even with the first strike, the menacing spoon left behind a red blotch. The sting had a backlash of pain coursing through her palm and up into her arm. She paused for a moment contemplating backing out of this outlandish assault. Carolyn was now privy to Celeste's pleadings for a taste of this new medicine and a wicked grin creeped onto her face. Celeste probably wasn't going to be done with the wanting for a while, but Carolyn's hand needed a rest for the moment.

Edging ever so slightly further up Celeste's frame, Carolyn tested the flat spoon against her palm once again. Ensuring the slap was incredibly loud, Celeste purred beneath Carolyn. Her hips bucked under her weight and her toes curled with excitement. Carolyn placed the spoon softly against Celeste's cheek. She applied a little pressure watching as the fleshier bits of her bottom depressed inwardly from their normal shape.

Carolyn observed as Celeste shook under her weight and playfully threatened the woman that mounted her. Carolyn knew the time for teasing was done. Carolyn hefted the spoon up into the air and brought it down repeatedly on the lower echelons of Celeste's rounded cheeks. Carolyn watched as Celly's buns jiggled with each stroke and smiled to herself as her newfound tool for delivering pleasure to her friend proved to be effective. With each stroke, Celeste's bottom pinkened into a rosy hue. Carolyn was startled that Celeste had not marked from the deceptively malicious utensil, but the color of her cheeks only marginally deepened in contrast to the skin only inches away down on her milky white thighs. She found out later it took a long time for Celeste's cheeks to grow dark with a crimson flair.

Although Carolyn hadn't been tabulating, she knew after two minutes of solid beating that Celeste's bottom needed a breather. With that she vaulted off the table, and when Celeste moved to get up she was instructed to stay put. Celeste reluctantly remained prone on the tabletop. Carolyn retreated to Celeste's well appointed kitchen and opened up the freezer and peered inside. She found that the ice cube tray was empty, neglectfully unfilled when Celly poured her last drink, and Carolyn spotted a bag of frozen vegetables. Giggling to herself, she took the bag of veggies and returned to the wonderful scene she had played a part.

Placing the bag of frozen tasties overtop of the inferno crawling under the surface of Celeste's skin, she watched as her friend suddenly lurched at the infectious cold hiding within the bag. Squealing at first, she saw the muscles in Celeste's lower body stand at attention. After a few moments of adjustment, she relaxed back down onto her arms and looked over at her friend.

Carolyn climbed up onto the table and looked into the eyes of her recuperating friend.

Carolyn -- "Was that what you wanted, Celly?"

Celeste -- "That was a good start. I hope you aren't done."

Carolyn -- "I have a feeling there might be a few more secret weapons concealed in your home. I bet your room is full of them."

Celeste -- "When we find our way in there, you might want to check out the nightstand."

Carolyn -- "That will be my first stop."

Celeste -- "I know I can come on a little strong, Carolyn. The outpouring of emotion in life is something in which I thrive. When I have something to say or do, I don't pull my punches. But sometimes this outpouring pours a little fast. And I don't really know how to turn it off."

Carolyn -- "You have caught me off guard ever since that first hug in the mall. But I've welcomed every hug, every jibe, and every little innuendo. I think you're swell."

Celeste -- "What luck we found each other after all these years apart! And of course it had to be when I was doing something silly like hugging people all afternoon long."

Carolyn -- "Maybe that's what persuaded me to come home with you?"

Celeste -- "So it worked did it?"

Carolyn -- "Sure did. I guess the nagging question for me is do you want more? And shall we go to the bedroom?"

Carolyn didn't even have to answer. Celeste turned over on her side, the frozen bag flopping to the floor slowly thawing, as she got up off the table. She stood at the side of the table as Carolyn draped her legs over the side. Celeste leaned in, standing between Carolyn's legs, and gave her a lingering kiss. Mischief crossed her eyes as she lifted Carolyn over her shoulder and carried her to the bedroom.

Carolyn feigned a little kicking and screaming for dramatic effect as they went into the diimly lit room. Casting Carolyn to the bed, Celeste giggled as she watched her new friend bounce in the waves of the bed. Crawling up beside her, Celeste watched as Carolyn reached over to the drawer of the nightstand. Inside the tickle trunk, she found a virtual arsenal.

Celeste was well stocked. But nothing caught her attention more than two items. A heavy wooden hairbrush and a leather harness with a dildo strapped to it. Carolyn had seen enough of the right brand of pornography over her many years to know the practical applications.

Taking the targets of her desires into her greedy clutches, she brought them to the bed. Celeste smiled madly at her new lover's choices and reached to turn off the lamp beside the bed.

***

Celeste carefully pulled the comforter and sheets from under the two of them. Throwing them off the foot of the bed, she reclined back on the warm ever moving mattress of the waterbed. She watched the silhouette of Carolyn as she leaned back on the bed with her feet up in the air as the harness was slid down her slender legs. Pulling the upper belt and snapping it around her waist, Carolyn got up on her knees and tightened it securely. Celeste watched as an unbridled smile flashed across Carolyn's face as her pearly whites gleamed in the pale moonlight.

Celeste squealed out as she was forcefully flipped over onto her stomach. She felt like a mannequin, a rag doll, or a marionette as Carolyn pushed Celeste to the head of the bed as the waves of the mattress floated underneath the two panting lovers. Celeste felt her legs being spread wide open. She felt soft warm breaths teasing her back as the all too familiar feeling of something pressing against the lips of her womanhood. Celeste felt the purposeful strokes of the dildo along the wet chasms of her pussy as Carolyn slowly eased the tip of the toy just inside of her.

Carolyn was encouraged to torment the woman underneath her even more when she heard the labored breathing of Celeste. The dildo was thrust another inch inside of her spreading her moisture laden walls in its wake. Carolyn thrust her hips watching the toy plummet deep into her lover to its fullest length and girth disappearing inside her friend. Celeste screamed out words we will not repeat.

Carolyn lowered her body down on top of the bare skin of Celeste's back. She rested her weight, and her perfect breasts, just below the shoulder blades of her friend. She reached her hands underneath Celeste taking hold of her breasts giving them both a satisfying squeeze. The movement of Carolyn's hips became a static rhythm as she felt her hips come into contact with Celeste's rounded cheeks over and over again. She felt like she had done this before, but knew that she hadn't, and continuously plunged into her lover with the grace of a dancer. The sound of flesh contacting flesh was music to the ears of both of the women in that waterbed.

Carolyn kissed Celeste's perspiring skin at her neck and as she got closer to Celeste's face she could hear the virtual growling escaping her lips. Celeste needed this treatment, and Carolyn would offer it to her over and over again, and she bit down on Celeste's tender skin as she pounded the dildo deeper still into her.

Easing Celeste up onto her hands and knees, Carolyn grabbed on to the hanging locks of Celeste's hair. Pulling back on the mane in one hand, she continued to thrust in Celeste while subtly reaching for the nearby hairbrush. As Carolyn was fucking Celeste with abandon, she let loose a volley of hairbrush smacks on each of her ravaged cheeks. Celeste begged for more in increasingly inventive wails of affirmation. The sounds of wood finding bottom filled the room with the melody of maple meeting melancholy misfits of misbehavior.

Carolyn did not rest as her hips bobbed and weaved behind Celeste. She was feeling the strain in her calves and thighs, ignoring the pain, satisfied with the screams of her friend. She continued to wail on Celeste's ever willing bottom satisfied she must be kindling the fire in her cheeks all over again. Carolyn watched in the moonlight as her hairbrush bounced off Celeste's buns with a satisfying jiggle. She watched Celeste's body squirm and beg for more and more. Carolyn wasn't sure how much more she could offer Celeste in this chosen posture.

She leaned back and lied down at the foot of the bed pulling Celeste on top of her. Carolyn watched as Celeste reflexively, whilst facing away from her, mounted the toy and let it ease back inside of her. Celeste put all her weight on her knees and started to bounce up and down on top of Carolyn. Carolyn felt warm and fuzzy and felt the pleasure generating between her own legs. She looked up into the mirror and watched Celeste's breasts bouncing in the reflection as she rode Carolyn's toy with the fiercest devotion to an impending orgasm.

Carolyn could feel Celeste's legs quivering on each side of her knowing that her friend was approaching her climax. With that, Carolyn wound up her arm and took careful aim on Celeste's ever moving bum. Stroke after stroke elicited a stream of expletives coming from the rascally mouth of Celeste. Celeste could curse like a sailor stranded at sea for six months of hell.

Celeste was obviously a screamer. And when she reached orgasm, Carolyn was pretty sure the neighbors four doors down knew someone had just cum hard. Maybe the aging book keeper at the end of the block was just roused from his sleep.

Celeste froze in her position and braced her arms against the wall. For nearly a minute, her body leapt into frenzy as she moaned in a run on sentence. Her toes curled up and her muscles slowly thereafter grew slack. Eventually, she rolled over onto the bed utterly collapsing as Carolyn looked upon Celeste with envy in her eyes.

Removing the harness from her waist, Carolyn climbed in behind Celeste holding her with the nurturing love she could afford her. They fell asleep there in the warm waterbed.

But perhaps Celeste just needed to recover her fortitude and her growing desire for Carolyn. At 4AM, Carolyn was awoken by.....

Oh, but that's another story. Maybe some day I might tell another one of these.

Celly