"Welcome to Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends," Frankie greeted with a forced smile, sweeping a few stray cookie crumbs off the counter. "I'm Frankie, the caretaker here. How can I help you today?"
Peg looked around, her heels clicking against the tiles. "Looking for a little something for Pistol here," she said, her eyes scanning the room of colorful, odd-shaped beings. "Thought this would be the perfect place to find her a friend."
"Aw, that's so sweet," Frankie said, her eyes lighting up. "What type of friend is she interested in?"
"Well, she's a bit of a handful," Peg admitted, ruffling Pistol's hair. "Needs someone who can keep up with her energy."
"Ah, I see," Frankie nodded, her mind racing. "How about Ello over there ? He's a bit of a prankster but incredibly loyal."
"Nah," Pistol spoke up, her eyes locked on a pile of discarded toys. "I want....."
Frankie stepped in, "Why don't you take your time and see who you connect with, Pistol?"
As Pistol dashed off, Frankie turned back to Peg and saw the woman's plastic business card on her chest. "So, real estate huh?"
"Yeah, it keeps me busy," Peg sighed, leaning against the counter. "But I'd much rather be home baking cookies and watching soaps."
"Cookies?" Frankie's eyes grew wide. "Madame Foster's, my grandmother, chocolate-chip cookies are to die for."
"Oh, please," Peg scoffed, "My mom's apple crumble can give those a run for their money."
"Challenge accepted," Frankie smirked. "Next time you're around, bring some. I'd love to taste test."
Peg chuckled, her eyes lingering on Frankie's form. "I might just do that." The air grew thicker as their gazes held, a silent understanding passing between them.
The younger woman and older woman share a few minutes saying little to each other. Until.....
"So, you guys knew each other in high school?" Frankie asked, breaking the tension.
"Yeah, Goofy and Pete were the dynamic duo. I was the cheerleader who had to put up with their shenanigans."
"Sounds like fun," Frankie said, trying to imagine the scene.
"It had its moments," Peg said, her voice dropping to a murmur. "But now, I'm just trying to keep Pete in line and make sure Pistol grows up without too much of his... influence."
"Well, you're doing a great job," Frankie assured her, noticing the way Peg's eyes darkened with a hint of sadness. "Pistol seems like a wonderful girl."
"Thanks," Peg said, a small smile playing on her lips. "But enough about me, tell me more about these cookies."
Frankie's eyes sparkled with excitement. "They're heavenly. You can never have just one."
"Sounds like my kind of problem," Peg chuckled, leaning in closer.
Their laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls covered in drawings and paintings done by the various imaginary friends. Frankie reached over to grab the card, her hand brushing against Peg's. The card slipped from their grasp and floated to the floor.
"Oh no," Frankie said, her eyes widening as she bent over to retrieve it.
"I've got it," Peg insisted, leaning over as well.
Their hands met again, this time tangling together as they both reached for the card. It was a moment of pure accident, a clumsy dance of digits that somehow led to their fingertips grazing each other's. The air grew electric as their eyes met again, and in that moment, the card was forgotten.
Their smiles froze, and their gazes held for what felt like an eternity. The chatter of the imaginary friends faded into the background, the world around them a blur as they leaned closer, the card stuck between their fingers.
"Peg," Frankie breathed, her heart racing.
"Frankie," Peg whispered back, her eyes darkening with something unspoken.
Before either of them could react, their faces collided in a soft, unplanned kiss. The card fluttered away, forgotten as their lips met in a gentle press, the heat between them building with each passing second.
They both gasped at the unexpected contact, but instead of pulling away, their bodies leaned into each other. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting. Frankie's hand reached up to cup the back of Peg's neck, pulling her closer, as Peg's hand found its way to Frankie's waist.
Their breath mingled, hot and needy, as they broke away for a brief moment, staring at each other with a mix of shock and desire.
"I'm sorry," Peg began, her voice shaky.
"Don't be," Frankie murmured, cutting her off as she leaned in again, her lips finding Peg's with new purpose.
This time, the kiss was hungry, filled with years of pent-up longing and curiosity. They devoured each other, their teeth clashing and tongues dueling as they stood there, oblivious to the world around them.
Peg's hand slid up to cradle Frankie's face, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw as the kiss grew more passionate. Frankie's grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush, their hips pressing together.
Their breathing grew ragged, their chests rising and falling in tandem as they kissed, the room around them spinning with a dizzying mix of lust and surprise.
Pistol's voice pierced the moment. "Mom! I found one!"
They jumped apart, panting, as Pistol skipped over with a grin, an imaginary friend in tow.
Peg's cheeks flushed, and she cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "That's great, Pistol," she managed, her eyes flicking to Frankie and back to her daughter.
"Yeah, she's perfect," Frankie agreed, her voice still breathless. "Let's get the paperwork done, and she can go home with you."
The rest of the visit was a blur, their eyes meeting frequently with a silent understanding. As they walked to the door, Frankie whispered, "Remember the cookie challenge."
Peg's smile was a promise. "You're on," she said, her voice low and sultry. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll bring more than cookies next time."
The door closed behind them, leaving Frankie to wonder what the next encounter would bring.
The following day, the sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Peg strutted back into Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, her high heels tapping a seductive rhythm on the floor. She had come alone, her curvy figure accentuated by a pair of skin-tight pants that lovingly embraced her voluptuous hips and ass, and a shirt that plunged low, revealing the ample cleavage of her D-cup breasts. The scent of apple crumble filled the air, a sweet homemade aroma that seemed to whisper promises of warmth and comfort.
"Hey, Frankie," she called out, her voice as sugary as the dessert she held.
"Peg," Frankie replied, her eyes widening as she took in the woman's attire. "What's the occasion?"
"Oh, just had some extra time and thought of you," Peg said, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "I brought the apple crumble I talked about."
"Already?" Frankie exclaimed, her curiosity piqued.
"Couldn't wait for you to taste it," Peg said, sauntering over to the kitchen where Frankie was already setting out plates. "I want to show you I'm not all talk."
"Well, I'm all ears... and taste buds," Frankie quipped, her gaze lingering on the delicious treat.
They sat at the small kitchen table, the crumble steaming gently between them, a silent acknowledgment of the simmering tension from the day before.
"So, what do you think?" Peg asked, her voice husky as she watched Frankie take the first bite.
Frankie closed her eyes, savoring the flavors. "Mm, it's heavenly," she murmured.
Peg leaned in, her cleavage spilling out of her shirt. "Better than those cookies?"
"Maybe," Frankie admitted with a grin, opening her eyes to find Peg's gaze locked on her mouth. "But we'll need to have another taste test."
"Deal," Peg said, her voice thick with desire. "But next time, I want the full tour of the house."
Their conversation was a dance, each sentence a step closer to the passion they both craved. They talked of their pasts, their dreams, and the unexpected spark that had ignited between them.
"You know," Peg said, her finger tracing a pattern on the table, "I never thought I'd find someone who could match me, cookie for apple crumble."
Frankie chuckled, her cheeks flushing. "I didn't think I'd find someone who could challenge my cookie obsession."
"Well, I'm full of surprises," Peg said, leaning back in her chair, her breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt.
Their eyes met, and the air grew heavy again. Frankie felt the heat from Peg's body, the scent of apple and cinnamon enveloping her.
"And I can't wait to taste them all," Frankie whispered, her voice thick with want.
Peg reached across the table, her hand landing gently on Frankie's, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. "I have a feeling we're going to be very busy," she said, her voice a seductive purr.
Their fingers intertwined, the warmth of their touch a promise of what was to come. The sound of the spoon clattering against the plate was lost in the symphony of their racing hearts.
"I've missed this," Peg said, her eyes searching Frankie's. "The excitement, the rush of the chase."
"Me too," Frankie admitted, her eyes locked onto Peg's lips. "But I don't think I ever knew what I was looking for until now."
Peg leaned in, closing the gap between them. "Neither did I," she said, before capturing Frankie's mouth in a kiss that was anything but innocent.
Their tongues tangled, exploring the sweetness of the apple crumble and the heat of their desire. Frankie's hand slid up Peg's thigh, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of her muscles beneath the fabric of her pants.
"I want you," Peg breathed, her hand sliding up Frankie's thigh, the fabric of her hoodie giving way to the warm skin beneath.
Peg then has a little smirk on her face. "I have a littles urprise for you, dear."
"What's the surprise?" Frankie asked, her voice thick with anticipation.
Peg leaned back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You'll just have to wait and see," she said, standing up and walking over to the counter where she'd set the Tupperware container.
Her heart racing, Frankie watched as Peg opened the container, revealing a dozen perfectly baked chocolate chip cookies, each one slightly larger than the last. The scent of freshly baked dough and sweet chocolate filled the room, making her stomach rumble with want.
"But these aren't for eating... not yet," Peg said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She took one cookie, holding it delicately in her hand, and then, with a flourish, placed it in the valley of her generous cleavage.
Frankie's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the cookie nestled between Peg's breasts. "What are you doing?" she gasped.
"It's all about the presentation," Peg winked, her hands slowly sliding up to cup her breasts, pressing the cookie closer to her skin.
"You're teasing me," Frankie said, her voice a mix of shock and arousal.
"Maybe," Peg said, her voice low and playful. "But you know you want it."
With trembling hands, Frankie reached out, her eyes never leaving the cookie. "You can't just... do that to me," she protested weakly.
"Oh, but I can," Peg murmured, her thumbs brushing the edges of her shirt, teasing the skin beneath. "And I will."
Their eyes met, the tension in the room palpable. Frankie felt a thrill run down her spine as she watched the cookie, so close and yet so far.
"Take it," Peg urged, her voice a whisper. "But be gentle."
Frankie leaned in, her breath hot against Peg's skin. She took the cookie with a shaky hand, her eyes never leaving Peg's. The warmth of Peg's body and the sweet scent of baked goods swirled around her, making her head spin.
"Now, what are you going to do with it?" Peg challenged, her voice a silky purr.
Frankie's gaze dropped to the cookie, then back up to Peg's eyes. "I'm going to savor every bite," she said, her teeth sinking into the treat.
The sound of Frankie's moan filled the room, a sweet symphony of pleasure that sent shivers down Peg's spine. She watched, entranced, as the younger woman's cheeks flushed and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
"And what about me?" Peg asked, her voice a challenge.
Without breaking eye contact, Frankie took another bite, her tongue flicking out to catch a rogue crumb. "You're next," she promised, her voice thick with desire.
Their hands found each other, their fingers lacing together tightly as they both leaned in for another kiss, the cookie crumbs scattered between them a testament to their passion.
The kiss grew more heated, their mouths moving together with an urgency that could no longer be contained. Frankie's free hand reached up, cupping the back of Peg's neck, pulling her in closer as their tongues danced a fiery tango.
Peg's hand slid down to Frankie's waist, her fingers digging in as she pulled the younger woman closer, their bodies pressing together until there was no space left between them.
"I want more," Peg growled, her hands moving to the buttons of Frankie's hoodie.
"Take it," Frankie whispered, her own hands moving to the hem of Peg's shirt.
As the fabric peeled away, revealing the soft skin and the lacy bra beneath, they both knew that there was no going back. The cookie was forgotten, the taste of each other's kisses more intoxicating than any dessert.
Their clothes fell to the floor, a trail of fabric leading to the kitchen table. Peg pushed Frankie onto the cold surface, her hands exploring the softness of her breasts, her mouth finding a nipple to suck and nibble.
"Ah," Frankie gasped, arching her back. "Peg, what are you doing?"
"Just a little taste test of my own," Peg murmured, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
Frankie's eyes widened as she felt the cookie press into her skin, the warmth of it mingling with the heat of Peg's breath. "What is this?"
"Another surprise," Peg said, her voice thick with amusement. "But remember, you can't use your hands."
"What?" Frankie squirmed, her body begging for more contact.
"You heard me," Peg said, placing another cookie into her cleavage. "Use your mouth. Your hands are off limits."
The challenge set Frankie's imagination ablaze. She leaned in, her eyes locked onto the cookie, her breath hot against Peg's skin. The scent of chocolate and sugar was intoxicating, mixing with the musk of their desire.
"Mm, you smell delicious," Frankie whispered, her tongue darting out to taste the cookie.
"Careful," Peg warned, her voice tight with anticipation.
Frankie's teeth closed around the cookie, her mouth brushing against Peg's skin as she bit down, her cheeks hollowing as she chewed. The crumbs fell onto her chest, a sweet mess that only served to drive her crazier.
"Oh, you're so naughty," Peg murmured, her hand sliding down to cup Frankie's ass, squeezing it firmly.
The sensation of being so close, so vulnerable, sent waves of pleasure through Frankie's body. She reached out with her mouth, her tongue darting to lick the crumbs from Peg's skin. The taste of sugar and spice only made her want more.
"Please," Frankie whimpered, her body begging for release.
Peg leaned back, her chest heaving with each breath. "Ask nicely," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Please, let me taste you," Frankie said, her voice needy.
Peg's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Go right ahead, dear."
Frankie nodded, her eyes never leaving what is left of the cookie. She leaned in again, her tongue sliding out to trace the edge of the cookie, teasingly close to Peg's nipple.
"More," Peg demanded, her voice a throaty whisper.
Frankie's tongue darted out again, this time catching the edge of the cookie, pulling it closer. Her teeth scraped against the soft flesh of Peg's breast, and she felt the woman shiver beneath her.
"Mm, so good," Frankie murmured, her mouth watering.
"Take it," Peg urged, her voice a desperate plea.
With a final tug, Frankie managed to free the cookie from its warm prison, her teeth grazing Peg's skin as she pulled it into her mouth. The sweetness exploded on her tongue, the taste of chocolate mixing with the salty tang of Peg's skin.
"Again," Frankie said, her eyes glazed with desire.
Peg's hand slid down her stomach, her fingers dancing along the curves of her body. "Only if you ask nicely," she taunted.
Frankie leaned in, her eyes locked onto Peg's. "Please, give me another cookie," she begged, her voice a siren's call.
Their bodies were a tapestry of need, the sweetness of the chocolate chips a decadent contrast to the saltiness of their sweat. Peg leaned in, her breath hot against Frankie's ear. "You can have as many as you want," she whispered. "Just remember, no hands."
Their bodies moved in a dance of passion, their mouths finding each other's, their tongues tangling in a frenzied rhythm. Frankie felt the cookie press against her stomach, the heat of it searing her skin as Peg's hand slid lower, her fingers finding the wetness between her legs.
The world around them faded away, leaving only the taste of cookies, the scent of their desire, and the sound of their ragged breaths.
"Please," Frankie moaned, her body writhing beneath Peg's touch.
"Ask for it," Peg demanded, her own need clear in her voice.
"I want another cookie," Frankie breathed, her voice barely audible.
Peg's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took another cookie, this time placing one end in her mouth and leaning towards Frankie. "You'll have to come get it," she taunted.
Frankie's eyes locked onto the chocolate chip cookie, her mouth watering. She leaned in, her tongue reaching for the sweet treat, only to brush against Peg's. The older woman chuckled, pulling back just enough to keep the cookie out of reach.
"Please," Frankie whispered, her eyes pleading.
Peg leaned back in, the cookie now suspended between them, their breaths mingling with the scent of freshly baked dough. "Beg for it," she murmured.
Their eyes never left each other as Frankie parted her lips, her tongue snaking out to lick the cookie. The warmth of Peg's mouth and the sweetness of the chocolate combined, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core.
"Mm, you taste like heaven," Peg groaned, her voice thick with lust.
Their lips met again, the cookie forgotten as they kissed deeply, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. Frankie's hands, now free to roam, went straight to Peg's large breasts, feeling the softness of her skin and the hardness of her nipples beneath her palms.
"More," Frankie moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
Peg chuckled, pulling away to place another cookie in her own mouth, the chocolate smearing onto her lips. She leaned in, her eyes hooded, and whispered, "You're going to have to work for it."
With a wicked grin, Peg began to back away, the cookie still in her mouth. Frankie followed, her eyes never leaving the tantalizing sight. The game of chase led them out of the kitchen and into the living room, their kisses growing more desperate as they stumbled over the furniture.
"I can't wait any longer," Frankie panted, her voice filled with urgency.
Peg's eyes gleamed as she took another step back, the cookie now dangerously close to falling. "Then don't," she said, her voice a challenge.
Their mouths met again, the cookie now a shared treat, their teeth clacking together as they both bit down, the sweetness mixing with the heat of their kiss. The taste was explosive, the chocolate chips melting against their tongues as they devoured each other.
"Oh, Frankie," Peg moaned, her hand sliding into the younger woman's hair, pulling her closer.
Their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies pressed tightly together. Frankie felt the cookie crumbs sticking to her skin, a sweet reminder of their playful foreplay.
"I want you," Peg murmured, her hands moving to the younger woman's slightly curvy hips.
The younger woman shivered, her own hands squeezing the older woman's full round ass. "Take me," she begged, her voice a needy whine.
The younger woman's hands explore the softness of Peg's skin and the heat between her legs. Frankie leaned in, her mouth watering as she kissed her way down the older woman's stomach, her eyes never leaving the older woman's eyes.
"Oh, you're going to get it," Peg promised, her voice a seductive purr.
Frankie's tongue darted out, catching a crumb on the way to the prize. The taste of chocolate mingled with the saltiness of Peg's skin, sending her over the edge.
"Fuck," Peg gasped, her eyes rolling back. "You're so good at that."
"Mm," Frankie murmured, her eyes glinting with mischief as she licked up the cookie crumbs. "But I'm not done with you yet."
With a swift movement, Frankie pushed Peg onto the couch, her eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to get the best tongue fuck of your life," she promised, her voice low and filled with desire.
Peg's legs parted willingly, a glisten of anticipation already shining between her thighs. "Oh, I dare you," she challenged, her voice breathy.
The room was thick with need as Frankie dipped her head, her tongue tracing a path down Peg's stomach. She took her time, savoring every inch of her body, until she reached the soft, velvety folds of her pussy. The older woman's breath hitched, her hips jerking in anticipation.
"You taste like heaven," Frankie whispered, her breath hot against Peg's skin.
"Then eat me," Peg demanded, her hands fisting the couch cushions.
Without another word, Frankie dove in, her tongue parting Peg's lips and delving into the warm, wet center of her. Peg's hips bucked upwards, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"Fuck, yes," she groaned, her head thrown back. "Just like that."
Their moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure as Frankie's tongue danced and flickered, teasing and taunting. She knew just where to touch, just how to make Peg squirm with need.
"More," Peg begged, her voice a desperate whine.
"As much as you can handle," Frankie murmured, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub.
Their eyes locked, the intensity of their connection palpable. Frankie felt a sense of power, a thrill of control, as she watched the older woman's body respond to her every touch.
"Oh, fuck," Peg breathed, her hips rising to meet Frankie's eager mouth. "I'm going to cum."
"Do it," Frankie urged, her tongue moving faster, more insistent. "Cum for me, Peg."
The words sent Peg over the edge, her body arching as she climaxed, her pussy clenching around Frankie's tongue. The sound of her moan was music to the younger woman's ears.
"Again," Frankie whispered, her mouth never leaving the sweetness of Peg's sex.
Peg's eyes snapped open, her body trembling. "I don't know if I can," she panted.
"You can," Frankie said, her voice a firm command. "I want to feel you come again."
Their gazes held as Frankie's tongue darted in and out, her movements becoming more frantic. The room was filled with the sweet scent of arousal, the sound of wet, eager kisses echoing off the walls.
Peg's body responded, her walls tightening around Frankie's tongue. "Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her voice growing higher with each stroke.
Frankie felt the pressure building, the tension in Peg's body a delicious prelude to the release she knew was coming. She lapped and sucked, her mouth a warm, wet vacuum that Peg could not resist.
"Now," Frankie murmured, her tongue flicking against Peg's clit. "Come for me now."
And with that final command, Peg shattered, her body writhing in ecstasy. The orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath.
"Fuck," she managed to get out, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "That was..."
But before she could finish her sentence, Frankie was there, her mouth claiming hers in a deep, passionate kiss, the taste of cookie and pussy mingling between them.
"Delicious," Frankie murmured, her own desire now a raging inferno.
"You liked that?" Peg smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"More than words can say," Frankie replied, her voice a desperate whine.
With a predatory grin, Peg pinned Frankie down onto the couch, her curvy hips in between the younger woman's thighs. The pressure was exquisite, Frankie's own needy pussy begging for the contact.
"What are you doing?" Frankie gasped, trying to sound surprised but failinging miserably.
"I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine, darling," Peg said, her voice low and sultry. She began to rock her hips back and forth, the friction of their pussies driving them both wild.
"Fuck, Peg," Frankie moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt the pleasure build.
"Is that what you want?" Peg asked, her voice taunting. "To feel my wetness against yours?"
"Yes," Frankie whispered, her legs wrapping around the older woman's slim waist. "I want you."
Their hips moved in unison, the rhythm a silent conversation of need and desire. Frankie's hands slid up Peg's back, her nails digging into the soft flesh.
"Say it," Peg demanded, her voice a low growl. "Say you want me to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me," Frankie whimpered, her body arching into the pressure.
The words were like a spell, breaking any remaining barriers between them. Peg leaned down, capturing Frankie's mouth in a bruising kiss, her tongue delving deep. The taste of chocolate lingered, a sweet reminder of the earlier indulgence.
Frankie's eyes rolled back in her head as Peg's skilled fingers found their way into her drenched folds. The older woman's pussy grinded against her own, the sensation driving her mad with lust.
"Fuck, yes," she hissed, her legs tightening around Peg's waist.
Peg chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest and into Frankie's. "Such a pretty mouth," she said, before claiming it again in a kiss that was equal parts passion and possession.
Their tongues danced, their hips moving together in a slow, sensual grind.
"Now, Frankie," Peg whispered against her lips. "I want you to feel how much I want you."
The younger woman's bare pussy pressed against hers, the heat and wetness a silent testament to her desire.
"Oh, fuck," Frankie moaned, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure washed over her.
Peg took a moment to savor the feel of their bare skin together, the smoothness of Frankie's stomach beneath her palms. Then, she began to move again, her hips rocking in a steady, deliberate motion that had Frankie's eyes flying open in surprise.
"Peg, oh my God," she breathed, her hips rising to meet the older woman's.
Their movements grew more frenzied, their moans filling the room as they chased the elusive edge of climax. Frankie's nails scored down Peg's back, leaving pink trails in their wake.
"Harder," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whine. "I need it harder."
Peg complied, her own desire a living, pulsing thing between them. She slammed her hips down, the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Frankie's eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Yes," she whispered, her hips moving faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, yes, yes."
Their bodies were a blur of movement, the couch creaking beneath them. Frankie's orgasm hit like a freight train, her body shaking and convulsing as she screamed out Peg's name.
The older woman followed shortly after, her own climax crashing over her like a wave. They clung to each other, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat.
For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of their breaths and the beat of their racing hearts. Then, with a smug smile, Peg leaned back, her eyes gleaming with victory. "I think I've got the hang of this," she said, her voice a low purr.
"Damn right you do," Frankie panted, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "But you're not the only one who can play that game."
Their eyes met, the challenge clear. With a swift move, Frankie rolled them over, pinning Peg beneath her. "Now, it's my turn to show you how it's done."
The sound of the bus's engine grew louder, and both women's heads snapped towards the window. "The imaginary friends are back," Frankie gasped.
"Fuck," Peg hissed, her eyes wide with panic. "Nobody can see us like this."
"I know, I know," Frankie said, her voice equally frantic. She grabbed Peg's hand and pulled her off the couch. "We've got to get dressed before anyone comes in."
They sprinted to the kitchen, their naked bodies bouncing with every step. The sound of the bus door opening and the chatter of imaginary friends grew closer.
"Shit, no time," Frankie said, her eyes darting around the room. "This way." They grab their clothes and run for it.
She yanked Peg down the hallway, their bare feet slapping against the cool tiles. "In here," Frankie panted, pushing her into her bedroom and closing the door. "We can hide here."
The room was small but cozy, filled with a mess of clothes, books, and a double bed with a fluffy comforter. The scent of fabric softener hung in the air, mixing with the lingering sweetness of chocolate and arousal.
"You've got to be kidding me," Frankie exclaimed, her cheeks a fiery red as she slapped her hand over her mouth.
"What?" Peg looked around, confused.
"Bloo," Frankie hissed. "I was just thinking that I would never lived it down, if he saw us naked."
Peg's eyes went wide. "Or Mac," she gasped. "He's got a crush on you too, doesn't he?"
They both stared at each other for a moment before bursting into a fit of nervous laughter, their bodies shaking with the effort to stay silent. "We can't," Frankie whispered. "We just can't."
But the laughter soon turned into a groan of pleasure as their eyes locked and the heat between them flared up once more.
With trembling hands, Frankie reached for the lock, fumbling with it for a moment before finally clicking it into place. The sound echoed through the room, a silent promise of privacy.
"Now," she breathed, turning back to Peg, "where were we?"
Peg didn't wait for an answer. She dropped her clothes, her curvy hips swaying as she made her way to the bed. She sat down gracefully, her nakedness a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the bedspread.
"I think you forgot something," she said with a wink, holding up the last cookie. Than putting it right in her cleavage.
"You're going to pay for that," Frankie growled, her eyes on the sweet treat nestled between the older woman's ample breasts.
Peg's laugh was a siren's call, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm counting on it," she said, leaning back on the bed.
The younger woman approached her, her eyes never leaving the cookie. She crawled up the bed, her knees on either side of Peg's waist. "You're going to regret that," she murmured, her breath hot against her skin.
Peg's eyes fluttered closed as Frankie's mouth moved closer, her teeth grazing the edge of the cookie. The sweetness of chocolate and the saltiness of sweat combined, a heady scent that only added to her arousal.