The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Ch. 12

"Hey, gorgeous," I cooed as I entered Jennifer's and Charmaine's rooms. "Sorry about that."

Charmaine came out of the laundrette wearing only a long, sheer muslin cloth dress. She must have put it on whilst she was still wet because it clung to her petite, shapely body, tiny breasts, and slender but toned ass. Her perky, dark mauve nipples, stomach, and belly button ring showed through the cloth, making my mouth run dry and starting my pussy tingle. When she smiled and moved closer to kiss me, her neatly trimmed, black bush pushed against her dress, causing my 'tingle' to rise a little higher.

"That's okay, Miss Katie," she purred. "Your friend is upset and needs you more than I do at this time." I smiled proudly at her, realising just how good a person my young lover was. Then Charmaine smiled impishly and added, "Besides, she's hot! I'm not sure I could trust myself to be appropriate if I remain too close to her."

I thought about my upset friend sitting in my kitchen. I guess I hadn't really thought about it, but all my friends are beautiful women. Patty, who could probably make money as Susan Sarandon's impersonator or body double, was a shade under my 183 cm (6 ft.) height. But whereas I'm a full-bodied woman, Patty is Susan Sarandon rake thin. Patty's breasts probably aren't even quite a full A-cup, but they sit proudly on her slender chest, and her nipples have the most amazingly sexy upturned look. It's like they're almost begging you to take them between your lips and suckle them.

Her wavy, bottle-augmented, dark brown hair hangs to her mid-back and draws your eyes to her tight, almost perfectly round ass (which it is, despite me insultingly calling it 'flat' and 'bony' earlier). Long, slender legs flow from her ass' perfect roundness and end in delicate ankles that frame well-proportioned feet. Her toenails are almost always painted light green to go with the brown sandals she prefers to wear. Patty's arms are leanly toned, and make clear that her thinness is not only from a restricted diet but also from hours of strenuous exercise. She's so surprisingly strong that I've seen her grip an apple and prise it apart, breaking it perfectly in the middle.

"Patty might not object," I said archly. Letting that simmer there, I apologised again for missing our proposed rendezvous and left her flatlet, as we were beginning to call it, to return to where my friend waited.

On my way to the kitchen, I stopped by the downstairs bathroom to get some Advil and Panadol. I found some Berocca tablets, and I took those, too. Entering my kitchen, I popped two Advil and two Panadol out onto the table. Then, I grabbed a glass and filled it with water before dropping in one of the tablets. Patty lifted her head off of her hands for long enough to smile a grateful thanks. She used the fizzing liquid from the Berocca glass to swallow the tablets before sighing and letting her head slump onto the table.

She sighed mournfully before saying, "What am I going to do, Katie? My best friend has abandoned me and wants to dissolve our relationship."

Hugging my distraught friend, I sympathetically replied, "You know I can't answer that, Patty. All I can do is help and support you as you search for your own answers. But you're saying that you've never found someone with whom you wanted to make a real marriage? There's no one who stirs your heart and loins?"

"Well, there is someone," Patty grinned tremulously. "But she's as straight as they get and is married to the most masculine jock we all know."

'Oh, lawd! She's talking about me!' I realised. My next thought was quite a selfish one, I'll admit. It was: 'Why does this always happen to me?' However, I couldn't let that be my final reaction, so I pulled my friend close and hugged her tightly. "You know I love you, Patty Cakes. But I can never be your girl. I won't swamp you with platitudes like 'There's someone out there for all of us' or, 'There's plenty of fish in the sea'. Just know that I know you hurt, and I'm here for you."

Patty hugged me convulsively as her tears poured again. I held my dear friend close and pretended not to notice as her nipples tented against mine and her hands gently brushed the undersides of my gorgeous globes. Patty was needful, but rebound sex with someone who could never return her affections as she needed them returned wouldn't help.

After about twenty minutes, Patty sniffed and leaned back. Seeing that her hands now cupped my luscious breasts, Patty blushed, removed them, and vaguely apologised. "Sorry, Katie. I got lost in the moment there."

Fortunately, I was saved by Kath and Courtney knocking and then sweeping into the room carrying bags. Kath had packed more than the overnight bag I'd asked for. In fact, it looked like she'd brought Patty's entire wardrobe.

Remembering how much luggage she'd brought for our four days together, almost all of which was returned to her car unopened, I said, "Which one's got Patty's kitchen sink? I'll unpack that one down here."

"Hey, girls!" Patty almost joyfully exclaimed as Kath ignored me. "When was the last time we were all together? Kath's fortieth?" Then her mouth downturned, and she added, "I guess Katie told you that me and Billy are having problems."

"Of course, she told us, Patty," Courtney dismissed. "I'd have been pissed at her if she hadn't." She looked around before adding, "Maggie's picking up Allie, and they're getting Chinese. They'll be here about five-thirty." Taking another glance around, she said, "What's a breakdown without wine? Katie, you're being slack!"

"I think someone's had way too much wine!" I said primly.

"Gawd!" Patty exclaimed. "After what happened when I got here, I'm not sure I can ever look a bottle of wine in the eye again!"

"What happened?" Courtney, ever the stirrer, asked.

"Nothing more than what happens when a woman's having marital problems," I tried to explain as at the same time, Patty said, "I puked my guts up everywhere. Luckily, Katie got a bucket in time."

"Then you definitely need more wine," Courtney announced as she pulled out the bottle I'd prepared for Charmaine and me to share. "A bit of the old 'hair of the dog' will pick you right up!"

I knew it was a wasted effort to try and convince Courtney to leave well enough alone, so I remained quiet as she opened the bottle and poured four glasses. After pouring the wine, Courtney checked my pantry and selected four more bottles. One she put in the freezer so it would chill before we finished the first bottle. The rest went in the fridge.

"Stop being a mother hen and drink your wine, Katie," Courtney insisted. "I swear, you're the oldest thirty-nine-year-old I've ever met."

"Not yet!" I huffed.

"Not yet, what?" Courtney asked.

"I'm not thirty-nine yet," I clarified.

"Pedantics!" Courtney grinned. "Now give me a kiss and drink your wine!"

After some more joking and teasing, I had to admit that Courtney was right and I was wrong. Patty had thrown off her funk and was laughing, playing, and joking with the rest of us. I watched, but Patty was taking only small sips from her glass and hadn't completed even a third of it before Courtney was opening a second bottle, replacing that one from the freezer with another.

The laughs and jokes continued until Allie and Maggie arrived. Then we shifted to the lounge and sat on the floor with our backs against the various sofas and sofa chairs. I'd gotten plates and serving spoons out but didn't bother with cutlery because we were all competent with chopsticks.

Soon it was just like a regular Friday night (except it was Monday) when we were all at uni. Well, they were at uni. Sean and I were living in a tiny flat in Mount Gravatt, struggling to pay rent and eat while they all went to their courses. The girls would come to ours every Friday night with beer, soft drinks for me, wine and way more food than we could possibly eat, then leave the extra food and drinks in our fridge when they left. It was often the only food we had to eat for the week. Sean would be at Mike's for the night. He'd often come home laden down with extra food Mike's mother had cooked.

Later, after Sean had graduated, started working for Pepperstone and received his first promotion, we bought our first home, a modest three-bedroom house in Lota, Brisbane, and the party shifted to there.

"Lawd," Patty sighed. "Don't you wish we all still smoked? I'd kill for a fag right now." Then she remembered, "Katie, you were the last of us to stop. I don't suppose you've still got a pack stashed somewhere?"

"I do," I deadpanned. Helping mom clean out some drawers, I'd found an ancient pack of the old 'cigarette lollies' that Hershey used to make. They were a white candy tube with some red food dye on the end. You sucked the end away from the dye and pretended to 'smoke'. I'd brought them home because I knew this very situation would occur one day.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Courtney asked excitedly as Kath, Allie, and Maggie tried to deter me.

Smiling enigmatically, I went to the 'junk' drawer in my kitchen cabinets and searched through it. I found the packet right at the back and on the bottom. Taking them and a packet of matches out, I turned the kitchen lights out and stood in the semi-dark and 'lit' one. Then, pretending to take an extensive drag, I tilted my head back and sexily 'blew the smoke' towards the ceiling.

"Bitch!" Patty yelled. "Bring those here!"

I mimicked taking another drag before complying. Walking past Patty, I dropped the 'cigarettes' in her lap before taking my place in the circle. She eagerly snapped them up and opened them before bursting into laughter. Taking one and passing the rest along, Patty accepted the matches and mimed lighting hers, too. Everyone joined the laughter as they realised that Patty and I were 'smoking' lollies. Shortly, we had put the Chinese aside and were lying in a circle, facing each other as we 'smoked', laughed, told jokes, and insulted each other.

Johnny and Jennifer had both come home. Johnny took one look at the six of us giggling in our lounge and immediately phoned Gina. Taking Jennifer and Charmaine, he wisely abandoned the house for the night.

The night drew on as we six friends sheltered, helped and mended Patty's shattered heart. Towards midnight, Kath announced that she had work tomorrow and needed to go home. Courtney had come with her, so she needed to go, too. Maggie and I walked those two to the door, and we all exchanged hugs and kisses before the girls left.

Returning to the lounge, I saw Patty and Allie engaged in a full-on snog. I mean, this wasn't a loving, friends-only kiss. This was a rampant, passionate, ragingly erotic lover's snog. Things shifted in my mind, and I realised how naïve I'd been. "You two have been lovers since high school, haven't you?" I asked, knowing it was true.

Not bothering to deny it, Allie and Patty kissed again, and Patty said, "Yes. You, Kath and Courtney are the only straight ones in our group."

Smiling, Maggie kissed Allie passionately.

"Paul?" I asked Allie as I dumbfoundedly watched Maggie and Allie snog, staggered that another of my friends since high school was bisexual or lesbian.

"Doesn't know and doesn't need to know I'm bisexual and that Patty, Maggie and I are lovers."

I wasn't too bothered by it. In fact, it only made me love them more and helped me to feel better about my own sexual proclivities. What I struggled to understand was why I'd never figured it out before. I was amazed at my naivety and inability to see beyond the surface of our group. I felt sad because it didn't seem I was as close to Maggie, Patty, and Allie as I thought I was. However, it then occurred to me that Patty, in her grief and despair, had come to me. Then my thoughts turned down again--maybe I was the mother hen Courtney described me as.

Looking at the time, Maggie and Allie disengaged from Patty and stood. Patty and I stood up, too. Holding hands, Maggie and Allie kissed Patty and me before looking embarrassedly at me. "Umm," Maggie said. "I told Chris I was staying with Patty tonight and wouldn't be home."

"I told Paul the same thing," Allie added.

"Can we use one of the spare rooms to stay the night?" Maggie finished.

Even after combining the guestroom with the first spare bedroom, I still had three extra rooms. I used one as my craft room, leaving two unused rooms. They were of a similar size, i.e. huge, and both had king-sized beds in them. I had little else to do most of the time, so the rooms were kept spotless, and I stripped and remade the beds regularly, opening the windows to air the rooms out when I did.

"Sure," I replied. "Do you want one or two rooms?"

Blushing, Allie replied, "One will be fine. But we'll need to change the sheets tomorrow."

Shaking my head and laughing, I took a couple of Patty's bags as the girls grabbed the rest and showed them to the room. When I opened the door, I noticed the room smelled a little stale. It was a warm night but not warm enough to need the air conditioner, so I opened the windows to air out the room. The girls had stayed here plenty of times before, so they were unsurprised by the room's opulence.

I kissed all three girls goodnight, getting my ass, breasts, and pussy groped as I did it. But that was typical of the teasing and hazing we subjected each other to, so I wasn't surprised or bothered by it. Then I left them to it and moved two doors down to my bedroom.

After taking a quick shower, I stood in my en suite and carefully rubbed moisturiser into every centimetre of skin I had. With the flexibility exercises I do with Patrick, there isn't a piece of my sublime body I can't touch. Knowing my bladder would wake me earlier than I wanted, I tinkled, carefully cleaned myself, and got into bed. Using the remote to turn off the lights, I stretched my hand across to where my husband should have been sleeping. Feeling a little teary, I bunched a pillow up and rolled onto my side to sleep.

An hour later, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. 'I must soundproof that room,' I told myself for the twentieth since Patty's, Maggie's and Allie's cries of passion began echoing down the hall. I'd done that with the girl's flatlet, but I never thought the other two rooms needed doing, too.

Giving in to the inevitable, I opened my bedside drawer and got my vibrator out. Throwing the covers aside, I lifted my knees and let them fall apart. After rubbing some skin lotion onto my pussy with my delving fingers and playing with my thick, swollen clitoris, I picked the vibrator up and turned its base, waiting for the reassuring buzz that would let me know relief was close. And, wouldn't you know it? The darned thing wouldn't work!

Wanting to scream, I counted back how long it had been since I last slept alone and needed to relieve myself. 'Flat darned batteries!' I muttered to myself. Sighing, I turned the lights on, put on my robe, and walked to the kitchen, where I knew I had some double-A batteries.

Returning to my room, I paused at the door to my friends' room, where they were still making love noisily. Shaking, I gripped the door handle, wanting to join them. After arguing with myself, I agreed that I wouldn't join them, but a quick peek would be okay. It will help me climax quicker, that's all, I told myself. Slowly opening the door enough to peer in, I looked toward the bed. Allie was lying on her back with Patty lying on her. Patty's tiny breasts with their sharply upturned nipples were pressed tightly to Allie's double D-cups as they exchanged heated kisses. Patty wasn't moving as Allie powerfully thrust up into her with a strap-on cock.

I almost gasped before I caught myself, but then my mind was completely blown when I saw Maggie knee-walk up behind Patty and insert her strap-on into the slender woman's ass. This time, I did gasp, causing the three to stop and turn toward the door. Fortunately, the door was only open a fraction, and I could close it before their heads completed their turns.

Running quickly but quietly to my room, I dove inside, shut the door, and turned off the light. Flinging my robe behind me, I leapt onto the bed, grabbed and hid my vibrator, and pulled the bedding up to my chin. However, it was all for naught because no one followed me. I waited until I was sure I hadn't been spotted and then giggled at myself for reacting like I used to do when I was a teenager and thought I'd been busted spying on my parents making love. Pushing the quilt down, I lifted and spread my knees again.

Taking out the toy's flat batteries, I replaced them and turned the base. When it began buzzing, I sighed happily. I wandered through my usual fantasies, looking for the one that would lift me off the edge and into a climax. And, of course, none of them worked. Amused by my stubbornness, I let my mind picture the gorgeously erotic scene I'd glimpsed through the door. A soft moan immediately escaped my lips as I imagined being where Patty was, is still, probably. I pictured my lush breasts rubbing sexily across Allie's double D-cups as our turgid nipples sent exhilarating thrills through our bodies to our soaking pussies.

Slipping the vibrator inside me, I searched for my G-spot as I thumbed my throbbing clit. Finding it, I moaned again and returned to my fantasy. Panting as I felt my beautiful friend thrusting her penis into my quivering quim, I shuddered in anticipation as I felt my gorgeous blonde-headed lover move closer to my deliciously swaying posterior. Suddenly, Maggie's cock probed at my rear love hole. I moaned as, with little resistance, it slid slowly into me, joining the other cock already thrusting into my needy body.

My climax hit when my fantasy created Patty's soft lips encircling my puffy nipple and biting gently. Holding a pillow over my mouth, I squealed as my pussy fluids coated my circling right hand. Feeling relaxed, I bunched the pillow up again, rolled onto my side, and fell asleep despite the continuing sounds of lovemaking emanating from the girls' room.

Sleep was good. Time passed. I have no idea how much.

"Hmm," I sighed as I cupped the back of the head between my shapely thighs and held it against my pussy. A soft, warm tongue was slowly, deliciously exploring my labia and delving inside my wet entrance. I was still mostly asleep, and my mind assumed it was one of my girls who was lapping eagerly at my sopping vulva.

Soft lips and delicate fingers found my puffy nipples, and I moaned again. I waited, hoping that either Johnny's long, thick and throbbing cock would push against my lips or that greedy feminine lips would. I wasn't disappointed when it was soft feminine lips. Typically, that meant one of my girls was on their hands and knees on the bed's edge with Johnny buried to his big, manly balls in their steaming vaginas. My turn to be impaled by his rigid shaft would come soon.

I moaned again and arched my back off the bed, pushing my needy pussy up at the invading tongue and trying to push more of my generous globe into the softly sucking mouth on my nipple.

"I can't believe how enthusiastically she's responding," Maggie whispered from between my lasciviously spread thighs.

"Shh, she thinks she's dreaming still," Allie admonished, releasing my turgid nipple from her mouth.

"Maybe," Patty added as she lifted from my plump, bee-stung lips. "However, by her enthusiastic response, this isn't the first time she's experienced Sapphic love."

"I told you I saw her sneaking a peek," Maggie grinningly said.

"You did," Patty agreed. "And I told you I thought I heard Katie gasp."

"I did sneak a peek and gasp," I admitted as I grabbed a handful of Patty's long, dark brown hair and pulled her down to kiss her again. "I wanted to join in but was afraid you wouldn't want me to."