Long Haul Ch. 02

Deep inside of Bonnie her cock reached its critical mass, when the build up of blood pressure inside of her shaft was so great that the skin felt full to bursting. Her favorite moment.

"Oh shit," Bonnie croaked. "They're looking at us. They're looking at us!"

Without stopping, Wren leaned her head slightly to the side. Two of the workers were standing beside each other, and although their faces were obscured inside of their zero-g suits, they were clearly looking right at them. Pointing.

It was pure instinct that guided Wren's hand, as she reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Bonnie's long red hair and pulled back hard. Bonnie screamed at the top of her lungs as she bent backwards, cumming on the spot, but Wren barely heard it. All she saw was the way Bonnie suddenly stopped caring. She twisted her hand at the wrist, wrapping another layer of hair around her palm, and gave another powerful tug. Using her grip on the hair as leverage to pull herself in.

Let them watch, she wanted to say.Let them all watch. None of that made it to her lips. Instead she continued to pound away, pistoning in and out of the redhead's gaped hole.

Bonnie slipped forward, arm buckling, and Wren shifted from pulling back on her hair to pressing Bonnie's head into the wall. Not hard, but keeping her cheek firmly in place against the transparent material.

Let everyone see how much you like it, she thought, and was rewarded with the way Bonnie's moans spiraled ever upward.

In the corner of her eye, Wren caught the clock ticking over. She knew that if she kept going she could make Bonnie cum again, and it was with something approaching regret that she relented. Bonnie slumped more fully against the wall, and collapsed to her knees when Wren took a wobbly step backwards. The hour had passed more quickly than she could have imagined. Sometimes she wondered where it all went, but that would have to be a thought she saved for later.

Her hands were as unsteady as her legs as she rifled through the inseam of her pants to find her comedown pill. Her mouth was too dry to swallow it unaided, so she staggered across the apartment to hastily fill a cup from the faucet. Bonnie had managed to crawl away from the wall, and the sloppy grin she wore as she pulled herself onto the bed filled Wren's heart with joy. Wren tilted her head back, swallowed the pill, and drained the cup in a few quick gulps.

The comedown pill always affected her quickly, and she felt the cool rush washing over her legs before she'd made it to the bed. Bonnie licked her lips and smiled, holding up a blanket while leaving an area on the side of the bed that seemed to be Wren-sized.

"Exactly Wren-sized," she murmured, as she curled up next to the other woman.

"Wha was tha?"

"Mmmmmnothing," Wren whispered. She felt Bonnie's arm slip around her torso, and she smiled.

***

Movement next to her, nearby, drew Wren out of a light phase in her sleep cycle, though her first thought upon opening her eyes was that she was still dreaming. Mr. Cat had curled up against her arm, and was rocking back and forth to get comfortable.

"How do you do that?" Wren asked, tiredly.

The orange tabby merely peered at her before tucking his head into his leg.

"Hey. Are you awake?"

"No," Bonnie answered, from right behind her. It was comforting to feel her so close.

"I know I said this earlier, but... I really want to help."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Bonnie's breathing thickened, becoming heavier and shorter, and Wren smiled as she drifted back to sleep.

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