Working for a Living Chapter 6

Finally I could feel Rachel beginning to tense underneath me so I picked up the tempo. She pulled me tightly to her when her orgasm rocked her body. I could feel her shaking and kissed her hard on the mouth. I relaxed and my cock erupted cum inside of her tight pussy. We fucked three or four more strokes with my cock feeling alive inside her before I collapsed on top of her, both us panting and sweating.

Finally I rolled off of her and we lay side-by-side. "I guess you were my first - twice!" We both laughed at that sound of her declaration. Fucking behind us and alcohol-fueled, we talked more openly about my lifestyle and hers. They both were interesting and not what either of us would have imagined at the Senior Prom. I think I fell asleep first, but I'm not really sure.

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Their was a light a knock on the bedroom door but neither of us heard it. It was only eight in the morning. "Rachel, it's time to wake up," Maria announced as she walked into the room. I lifted my head first to see her. I am lying on my back with my slightly sunburned breasts uncovered. Maria smiling at me, "Excuse me Rachel. You did want me to wake you for your appointments." Rachel is on her belly and acknowledges Maria. I note that Maria takes one more look at my breasts before leaving the room.

The day was a blur of shopping for the two of us in Rachel's Cabriolet. Even in a place such as Malibu, two well-dressed women, one blonde and one brunette, in a convertible Porsche rates quite a few looks from those on the street. We found time for some lunch overlooking the ocean in between all the shopping. Late afternoon finds us back at the pool and drinking Maria's margaritas. Peter is due home in time for dinner. Lying on my stomach, I feel Rachel's hands on my lower back. She is tracing the outlines of my tattoo. It's a brightly-colored floral print spread across ten inches of my skin - nearly hip to hip. I had it created shortly before my implants as a sign of my impending womanhood.