Working Girls Ch. 02

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

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Robin held Frankie's hand all the way to her house, saying little but imagined being in his arms. The idea of condoms she tossed out immediately, even if he had them, "maybe another time," she thought. " I want to roll the dice a few more times before I behave!"

They stopped at the Super-Center to get bottles of vodka and rum, plus mixers. Robin preferred tomato juice with her vodka. She looked at nighties while Frankie pissed, then sent him on a fool's errand while she bought one. What she bought was a pink halter top baby doll set with sheer stretch mesh halter neck, overlay front, plus floral lace triangle cups, and a stretch lace empire for twenty dollars. She knew Frankie wasn't queer, so it oughta make him drool.

Back home Robin made their drinks then cuddled beside Frankie on the sofa. "I hope you're not planning on getting me drunk and taking advantage," she winked at him and sipped her Bloody Mary.

"Sober's good, too," he said, and kissed her. "I'm easy to get along with, if you'd rather be sober when I take advantage of you, hey!"

"Mind if I go change?" She hinted.

Frankie heard her shower start. "Crap!" He thought. She appeared, after thirty minutes, in her new nightie, freshly painted, and smelling good. She dabbed every important spot with perfume. "I think I need to get you drunk to chill you out," he said with a grin.

"I'll help! Wanna refill?" She offered.

By two o'clock they were doing some serious necking. "Don't leave a hickey where it shows!" She whimpered.

"How about here?" He rubbed between her legs.

"Yeah, that's good," she said. "When you're done marking your turf I got something I wanna give you, in the bedroom, hotstuff," she said.

In the bedroom Robin sat on the bed watching Frankie undress. He looked at her in her skimpy nightie, "I usta fantasize about you and moments like this," he said. "God musta heard my prayers." He climbed on to the bed and stretched out. Robin lay beside him, looked at him, and smiled. "What about you?" He asked.

"Umm, if I tell you what went through my mind I'd have to kill you," she smiled. "Let's leave it at I was fond of you," and crossed his thigh with her leg, lifting her ass as she did it. Frankie put his hand on her ass and kissed her. "I like how you don't kiss and tell," she added. "You didn't think about Jamie?" She asked.

"I don't blabber, and I don't ask questions," Frankie said, and rubbed her thigh till she eased her legs apart for him to feel her. "Lay back," he whispered, and pulled her panties down her legs when she was stretched out and was comfortable. "Hand me a pillow," he said.

He put the pillow under Robin's bottom, draped her legs over his shoulders, and put his mouth on her, parting her with his tongue and feeling his way to her rosebud. It didn't take long, and Robin drenched Frankie's face with an abrupt explosion of sexual energy stored in her for a long time.

After Robin cleaned Frankie up and put towels down to absorb the wetness, they returned to the business at hand, physical intimacy. Frankie got between her legs again and she guided him inside. When Frankie filled her the thrill was behind her, the lingual stimulation had precipitated a strong orgasm that spent her reservoir of sexual tension, but the rest was good, especially the physical contact and release of semen in her. It was pleasant to feel the fluid leak out and to feel her loins pulse in time with her heart. She fell asleep in Frankie's arms when they snuggled afterwards. Neither of them heard the front door unlock and open.

"Hey mom! Where are you? Mom? Mom! Frankie!" Jamie acted stunned at what she saw on Robin's bed, and retreated to the kitchen. Robin grabbed her robe and followed.

"You could let me know when you're coming to town," Robin said as she grabbed this and that to make coffee and keep busy. Frankie tried to slip out the front door. "You don't need to go, come back here!" Robin snapped. Jamie refused to look at Frankie. "Jamie, I get a life and some happiness, too." Jamie started to speak but didn't, and looked crushed. "Are you shocked because Frankie's here, or does it matter?" Robin asked.

"I can't believe you're with my old boyfriend!" Jamie spit it out.

"Jamie? Listen to me. You have a life I don't meddle in, I want a life, too, and I don't want people sticking their noses in it, is that clear enough?" Robin asked. "And when you plan to come home, call ahead, cuz I might have plans. Or I might have guests you don't approve of."

"Frankie, let's go outside, okay?" She asked. She sat in his car with him for a few minutes. "I had a great time yesterday and last night, it's the first time I've had fun in years. And you're a wonderful lover. Don't let Jamie's tantrum scare you off. I hope you call or come by soon."

"I will, I think she had a good scare seeing her momma be a woman, she'll get over it. Spend the day with her and I'll shake your tree mid week, to see if you have any plans," he grinned. "Consider taking some vacation time for a long weekend somewhere."

"Okay, be careful on the road!" She said, and kissed him.

Robin returned to the kitchen but Jamie was in the guest bedroom unpacking. "Was that display necessary?" Robin asked. Jamie gave her a look that had sermonette plastered all over it. "Don't go there, missy!"

"Go where?" Jamie feigned puzzlement.

"I recall a couple summers ago coming home early and catching two love-birds playing hokey-pokey out by the pool, do you recall that?" Robin suggested.

"He wasn't half my age," Jamie sassed back.

"No, he was pretty near twice your age, now that I think about it," Robin fired back. "More to the point, what I did was march back out the door, and run to the store for a while."

"You shoulda called ahead," Jamie scowled.

"It's my home, I don't need anyone's OK to be here!" Robin snapped.

"You gonna go out with Frankie again?" Jamie raised her eyebrows.

"I sure hope so!" Robin said. "So plan on getting lost next weekend."