Wine and Chocolate

Rachyl finished putting away the candles and emptied the tub. She used the towel from her hair to dry up the puddles they'd left on the floor, then followed Veronica. "You girls sure do know how to prolong the fun. The first woman I was with was very, well, mannish. She'd orgasm, then roll over and fall asleep. Kind of felt sorry for her... But then again," she paused with a half-chuckle, smiling, "for her one, I had three or four."

She caught sight of the camera, its battery now dead, sitting on the lingerie chest as they picked through the drawers. She blushed as she asked, "Can you make me a copy of that?"

Veronica chuckled. "You're lucky, then. The first woman I was with couldn't make me cum. Although I was drunk half out of my mind at the time..."

Veronica found a t-shirt and jeans that looked like they'd fit and started to get dressed.

"Can you make me a copy of that?"

Veronica glanced at Rachyl, then to where she was gesturing. The camera! She'd forgotten about it. It would have been nice to get their bathroom scene on tape, but it was probably better off, what with their akward ending and all.

"Absolutely! You'll have to give me your phone number at least."

The t-shirt and jeans were snug and fit surprising well, though the pants were a little long. Nothing a stylish cuff-job couldn't fix. She turned to Rachyl.

"Does this look alright?"

As Veronica and Rachyl dried off, Meegan had dressed in a mid-thigh length black linen skirt a cream colored blouse and the suit jacket that matched the skirt. She had pulled her hair into a slick ponytail at the nape of her neck, and slid a pair of three inch heeled sandles. Her chest had heaved with her anger the entire time she effiecient hands moved.

'I can not believe I have to do this. My social life is crap as it is, and I get called away in the middle of a fucking orgy with to of the most beautiful women I have ever seen up cloase, and my goddamn breasts ache so bad, I could barely put my bra on.'

She had paused in the kitchen long enough to gather Dill, his bag and her briefcase. She jotted a quick note to Rachyl and Veronica, with her cell number, her private line at the office and instructions on how to arm the alarm.

She hoped they stayed and enjoyed themselves, and if not hopefully she would see them again soon.



((Meegan out))

Rachyl surveyed the woman standing before her, hair still damp, nipples poking through the t-shirt, bells of the jeans covering her feet. "No, not really... All the other amazing things in this closet, and you pick a t-shirt and jeans?" She giggled, then reached out and tweaked a nipple playfully.

"Do you want to stay here for a while? Meegan said we could. We could raid the fridge - I'm kind of hungry again - or watch a movie or something."

Veronica gasped at the nipple twist.

"Well, when you wear skirts and dress shirts forty-plus hours a week, you get a little tired of them," she said with a grin.

At the mention of food, Veronica's stomach rumbled as though it heard. "Dinner and a movie sounds great," she said with a smile. She stepped up to Rachyl, holding the video camera up between them. "What movie do you want to watch?" Absolutely casual, Veronica reached up and plucked the end of Rachyl's towel from where it was tucked into itself. The rectangle of terry cloth dropped happily to the floor. The smile on Veronica's lips turned into a naughty grin.

Rachyl stood statue-still as the towel disappeared from her body and felt Veronica move the camera between them. "I don't know, something funny. How about you pick the movie while I make dinner? And charge the camera's battery. Then after that..." She blushed, smirking. "We could make a movie for Meegan."

Veronica's grin broadened as she dropped the camera to her side and closed the distance between her and Rachyl. Her nipples reached out for the other woman's through her borrowed t-shirt. Veronica's hand came up and cupped one of Rachyl's breasts, the thumb absently rubbing the stiffening tip.

"That sounds like a great idea," Veronica said, holding Rachyl's eyes. She leaned forward and pressed her lips briefly to Rachyl's, soft but promising more. Then she turned with a wink and stopped in the doorway. "Get dressed, and I'll plug this in and start on dinner." With one more approving glance at her body, Veronica turned and left the room.

Rachyl leaned into the kiss for a moment, then was shocked by the sudden lack of warmth in front of her as Veronica left the closet.

She squatted and picked up the towel, throwing it at the hamper in the far corner which now seemed to be overburdened with her suit, Veronica and Meegan's clothes, and the bedsheets and quilt. She stopped back into the bathroom to pick up the wine, glasses, and chocolates, and picked up a brush to tame her hair, then headed towards the kitchen.

She wandered through the condo, arousal a perky tickle at the back of her mind (and between her legs) as she appraised it. "Custom architecture, three bedrooms, two baths, huge kitchen, balcony..." Her mind went into overdrive as she entered the kitchen.

She swung the stainless steel door to the fridge open, perused its contents quickly, and pulled out a couple salmon filets, vegetables, and was about to grab another bottle of wine when she realized she had one on the counter... But decided to pick one more suited to cooking. The chocolates and other wine went back in as she dug into the cabinets for a wok, spoon, and spices.

She called out to Veronica, "Fish stir-fry okay?"

Veronica quickly found the plug for the camera in the sun room and plugged it in. Satisfied that the blinking green light meant it was being recharged, the made her way to the kitchen.

"Fish stir-fry okay?"

"Oh... Yeah, that's fine," Veronica called. She'd been expecting to whip something up, but was more than willing to give up the reins. Fish stir-fry would undoubtedly be better than the mac-n-cheese she'd had in mind.

So instead, Veronica detoured to the entertainment center in search of a good flick. The armoir in the corner of the room was beautiful. The architect took a moment to admire the woodwork and the way it fit perfectly with the design of the condo before going through doors and drawers. After just a few tries, she found an extensive collection of DVDs. Scanning quickly, a movie jumped out at her almost right away. She pulled it out and grinned. Ah, she hadn't seen 'Mallrats' in years! Perfect!

"Hurry up, hun!" Veronica called as she put the disc in the player. While the previews played, Veronica went into the kitchen to see if Rachyl needed any help. Her eyes widened when she saw Rachyl standing at the stove wearing nothing but an apron.

"Wow, don't I feel overdressed," Veronica said with a grin as she walked around behind Rachyl and slipped her hands around her to cup the heavy breasts. "Would you like me to dress more appropriately?" she asked before her lips closed on Rachyl's neck. God, the view from back here was divine!

Rachyl twitched as Veronica took her breasts in hand - made perky again by the constant rubbing of the apron as she shook the wok and tossed the mixed vegetables and salmon chunks - then shivered as the redhead nibbled at her neck.

"I'm going to painfully request that you not do that for right now, since I am in front of very hot food." She sighed as the woman stepped back, then turned a winking eye at her. "If you want to undress, feel free, it'll save me from having to do it after the movie."

Veronica chuckled, then leaned against the island.

Rachyl could feel eyes on her as she worked. When the stir-fry was done, she reached into the cabinets above the sink - because that's where she would store the dishes - and found a very cute set of shallow, bamboo patterned bowls. Taking two, she dished generous portions, then grabbed some drink glasses - into which she dropped some ice cubes, utensils, and napkins. She turned off the stove.

"I could use a decent belch from the food earlier, but I can't find any soda... Let me check the pantry." She leaned over into the pantry and nearly bonked her head into a shelf when Veronica passed her, pinched her, on her way back to the entertainment room. "I've got the food," she called behind her.

Rachyl poured two cans of Sprite then followed her companion.

They ate with gusto and set the bowls aside, engaging in a brief belching match. Giggles and sips punctuated the scenes of the movie, as flirtatious touches and "accidental" pinches flavored the time.

They were kissing by credits' end. Veronica stopped Rachyl long enough to grab the camera and set it up, and also grabbed a couple of the toys from under Meegan's bed.

The two redheads came together in the TV room, making up for the delayed passion of the previous two hours, availing themselves of toys and each other.

The batteries in the toys died before the camera did, and the women sank into the couch in a final position of mutual cunnilingus, bringing each other to soaring, squirting climax.

Rachyl washed the dishes while Veronica cleaned the TV room and toys. They dressed quickly, sated for the moment, Veronica again in the tee and jeans, Rachyl in a sheer black tank and short skirt.

They set the alarm as they left.

When Meegan returns eventually, she'll find what they left on the kitchen island.

A DVD with two lipstick prints on it, a slip of paper with two cell numbers, a note, and a vibrator.

The note reads:

"Meegan,

Thanks for the amazing night.

We hope next time can be a bit less interrupted. We left salmon stir-fry in the fridge for you and cleaned everything else up. We made the DVD for you. You might need the vibrator."




(( Rachyl and Veronica out. Lockable. ))