Ashley & Danni 'Perchance to Dream'

by Pulsar

Finally finished this one. Have very little time to write these days b/c I have to work late. Hope U enjoy.

"C'mon, Ash. You're on next!" coaxed her mother as she bent down to tie one of her shoes.

"I'm kinda worried, Mommy," replied Ashley as she trembled at the thought of being on stage.

"You'll do fine, dear!" Bianca assured her daughter. "You look very pretty!"

Yet the music coming from the stage, as well as the audience reaction only made Ashley nervous. She could not reason why, for she had secretly longed for this. There she stood in the small backstage area of a 'women-only' club hid secretly among other establishments. And she was clad in a crop tee and some VERY brief shorts that failed to cover her entire bottom, hugging her like a glove and leaving a tiny 'camel toe.' She had on some knee-high socks she had always longed for, complete with loud stripes. She had never even known such 'clubs' existed exactly like this one. Strange how when she even attempted to wear shorts that were twice as long, her mother would eye her with suspicion. Yet now she finished tying her white shoe and stood up. She quickly ran a brush through her bushy pony tail and fixed the ribbon that bound it. "Okay, you're ready now, dear!"

And soon, the previous performer was done to the sound of applauds and whistles. And so Ashley walked out on the small stage in front of the crowd of women where stood a pole at the center. The music started and Ashley began to dance about the pole spontaneously, simply following the beat and moving in whatever way seemed natural. The skimpy shorts hugged her like a glove and rubbed against her crotch in a most pleasing way. The sight of her own bare legs when she kicked, exposed in front of all those people added to the thrill. And thus she straddled and hugged the pole with a big smile as she bounced to the beat of the music. She kicked up high with one leg. She bent way over, causing the little shorts to ride up, exposing her lower buttocks to the crowd. She leaned back into the pole and rubbed up and down with her bottom, savoring the feel of the cold metal against her bare skin.

"Wooo-woooo!" cried an audience member.

"We love you, Princess!" cried another.

"Aaawww, that's soooooo gorgeous!" came yet another.

And thus she continued to dance, doing splits, leg kicks, head-stands with splits, as well as a few cartwheels—all the moves girls teach one other on the playground. Her pony tail flopped around as she danced like a horse's tail swatting flies. Yet this time, she was in her crop shirt and micro-shorts, all forbidden clothing that had suddenly become acceptable and rewarded. Pieces of gum and candy were tossed from the audience. One threw a small teddy bear.

"That's it, little honey!" cried a woman up front, who tossed her a lollipop. Ashley caught it and unwrapped it as she continued to move in sync with the music. She stuck it in her mouth and continued to spin around the pole, occasionally taking it out to lick it seductively.

"Ooooh-yeeeaaah!" cried the audience.

And Ashley could not believe it. She was having the time of her life. Nothing was more thrilling than the exposure and admiration. But as the song came to the final guitar riffs and drum-rolls, she seized upon the pole and turned herself upside down, spreading her bare legs wide open into the splits, exposing her tiny camel toe with a trace of dampness.

"Ashley!" cried her mother's voice.

She looked toward the stage exit, yet did not see her.

"Ashley!" cried her mother again.

"Where are you, Mommy?" cried Ashley.

"Ashley! Wake up!"

The next thing she knew, her mother was gently shaking her. "Ashley! Don't be late for school!"

Ashley suddenly jolted. She realized she was in bed. It was all a dream. Although she was covered by several blankets, she realized her hand was down inside her panties, massaging her wet crotch. "Oh?!" she said, somewhat disappointed and disillusioned that her whole performance had been in her imagination. And thus she quickly jerked her hand away from her panties. "I'm tired, Mommy," she protested.

"Well, that's what happens when you stay up too late. Now get ready for school."

"Okay, Mommy."

And after her mother had left her bedroom, Ashley rose from her bed, still delirious from her dream. She closed her door and pulled her clothes from her dresser and closet. Yet before dressing, she had to lay on her bed with her legs open. Her throbbing little pink slot demanded attention. And thus she rubbed her crotch briskly. It hardly took two minutes before she burst into a massive pulsating orgasm that caused her to unwilling cry out.

"Ashley? Are you okay? Are you getting dressed?" cried her mother from the other side of her door.

"Y... yes, Mommy! I'll be ready in a minute!" she replied as she scrambled for her panties.

"Hurry, dear!"

Even when she reached the breakfast table for a morning egg and toast, she still trembled from her morning orgasm. She crossed her legs tightly as she ate. Her school uniform skirt was 'too short' according to her mother, leaving two-thirds of her thighs exposed, yet her mother never seemed to do anything about it. Ashley's defense was that her panties didn't show so it wasn't too short. However, it wasn't quite true, for even on the cold days, she would quickly hang upside down from the monkey bars on the playground and let gravity pull the skirt free from her panties. After all, she had pledged along with her girlfriend Danni, to wear the uniform skirt as short as possible.

"Are you ready, dear?" asked Tammy Horton as she prepared her daughter for performance.

"I... I can't do this," protested Danni. "Too many people out there! What if I flop?"

"You'll be find, dear! You've worked hard for this!" assured Tammy as she quickly combed her tomboy daughter's short boyish hair.

Danni stood nervously in a red sleeveless shirt and blue gym briefs resembling a man's 'Speedo' that rode high on her hips to expose her shapely muscular bare thighs. Her mother stooped down to adjust the long white tube socks, making sure they were right up to the knee, yet not covering the knee in any way. "Oh Mom, I'm gonna throw up!"

"Nonsense, dear! Your brave and strong... and very pretty in your own way!" assured Tammy as she patted Danni's muscular leg before standing back up. "Now go out there and kill 'em!"

And then her name was called over the speaker. "Next contestant, Danni Horton!" Danni nervously walked out from the sidelines and stepped up on the raised platform in the large arena packed with spectators. High above hung a banner reading 'Junior Miss Leg Muscles.' Competing in front of a crowd nearly made her sick at her stomach, yet there was also some mysterious thrill to it as well. She trembled as she faced the cheering crowd, yet her routine entered her head as if it came from nowhere. She raised her arms and flexed her biceps, which seemed larger than she remembered. There came some "Oooo's" and "Aaww's" from the crowd. Then she flexed her bare thighs for the crowd, raising one leg, and then the other. "Woah, check out those muscular legs!" declared the announcer. Then, she raised a barbell over her head. "Now that is one strong girl!" said the announcer's voice over the speaker. Next, she took a seat on the stool placed on the platform and assumed several sexy poses to reveal her definition. With her hands on the seat of the stool, she stretched her legs out into the splits to the delight of the crowd. Then, she crossed her legs tightly. She turned to back to the audience and bent over, allowing the briefs she wore to stretch tightly over her bottom. Then, she stood up and stood on her toes, causing her calves to flex and bulge within her tube socks. Finally, she squatted down with one knee bend and the other leg out straight, gently gliding her hand along the outstretched leg. "Oh, what beautifully sculpted muscular legs!" declared the announcer. "Let's hear it for Danni Horton, a sixth-grader from Cedar Valley Elementary!"

And thus the crowd burst into rounds of applause, cheers and whistles. 'I hope Ashely's watching this on TV,' thought Danni as she bowed and then stepped down from the platform.

"Oh, Danni, you did wonderful!" said her mother. "You looked great up there! I'm so proud!"

"Then how come you don't let me wear shorts like these everyday?" asked Danni as she sat down again on the bench. Yet she looked to the platform as the next contestant took her place. Danni did not recognize her, yet she too had a thrilling muscular body.

"Come on, Danni, let's go!" coaxed her mother.

"But Mom, it's not over yet! I wanna see if I placed!"

"It's time to move!"

"But Mom, I..." she protested as she watched the next beautiful girl on the platform show off her well-defined legs.

"Danni! It's late! Get up!" interupted her mother.

Soon Danni realized she was not in a packed arena, but lying in her own bed being roused by her mother for school. "Mom?"

"Get up, dear! You'll be late for school! Now get dressed!"

Danni gasped in shock as the dreamy state faded away. In spite of everything, she wanted to go back to sleep and get admired again. However, the clock was ticking away that frosty morning, and so she forced herself out of bed. Not only did she face the dread of the reality that it was just a dream, but to don the school uniform was salt to the wound. She still hated it. But as she picked up the girlish skirt, the only consolation was that she could still flaunt her muscular thighs to the public. And so, she dressed for school as usual of a morning.

Finally, at lunchtime in the school cafeteria, Ashley divulged the contents of her dream to Danni via whispers and giggles.

"Oh-mah-gawd!" exclaimed Danni. "Did you see me in the audience?"

"No, I couldn't see the faces," confessed Ashley.

"Well, I wish I could have seen that!" said Danni. "Gee, I wonder if they'd have liked me on stage?"

"Of course!" assured Ashley as she threw one of her legs over Danni's thigh. She flexed her knee that they might rub their bare legs together unseen under the table. And thus Danni too revealed her own kinky dream, to whit Ashley giggled all the more. "Was I in the audience?" she asked.

"I don't know," replied Danni. "I think it was on TV or something so I was hoping you were at least watching it at home.

Later that day, Ashley opened her locker between classes, only to find a note in Danni's handwriting. "I'll B @ ur house @ 4p. Once you let me in, U R 2 take off all ur clothes & give em 2 me." Ashley gasped after reading the note and stood with her legs tightly crossed. Instantly, her crotch began to tingle and ache. Therefore, the remaining hour in class lasted an eternity.

After school, Danni opened her locker to find a note in Ashley's prissy and artsy writing, 'U have 2 win the leg muscle contest to win the prize... which is ME!' "What a brat!" mumbled Danni under her breath. Nevertheless, she made way to the main driveway with the orange vest, once again on patrol duty. Meanwhile, Ashley rode home on her bike. She paced about her living room, watching the clock in anticipation. 4:00 came, then 4:01. She grew worried. But at 4:03, there came a rattling outside the front door, right before the doorbell rang. Ashley raced to answer, knowing who it would be.

"Well... it's that time!" said Danni once she stepped in. She removed her school blouse, to reveal a muscle shirt underneath. Then, she slid the skirt down, to reveal navy blue bikini bottoms worn like brief sport shorts.

Ashley took one look and a tingling surge of anticipation filled her body. And thus she hastily unbuttoned her shirt. "Slowly!" ordered Danni. Therefore, Ashley took her time in removing her shirt. She had no bra underneath, for she had yet a use for one. And thus she slowly slid her spaghetti-strap undershirt over her head. Then, she slowly slid her mini-skirt down and kicked it off. Now, she stood in just knee-socks and panties. She took her time sliding her panties down, humming a stripper tune as she went. Then, she reached for her sock. "No! Keep the socks for now!" demanded Danni.

And so, Ashley gathered up her clothes and presented them to Danni. "Now what do I do?" she asked.

Danni grinned wickedly as she stared at her naked sapphic lover. "Dance!" she ordered. "Dance like a little stripper whore!"

And so Ashley began to dance, swaying her hips from side to side while waving her arms, giving Danni and unobstructed view of her bald little slit betwixt her legs. "Bah-bah, ba-ba-ba-bah-ba," sang Ashley, reciting the 'I Dream of Jeanie' theme. Then she would kick her legs about, as well as bend over, just as she had done in her dream. Then, she squatted down on her knees, yet with them far apart, and leaned her head way back. The pose caused her little hairless slit to open wide to reveal the pink innards, along with that tell-tale cherry of innocence, which Danni knew could only be broken after a proper wedding. "So, do I win the dancing contest?" she asked with a grin.

"Mmmm, maybe," said Danni. "I'll give you a 9.5 out of 10."

Ashley huffed. "And why not a 10?!"

"Because you didn't run your own hand all over your body while you danced and you didn't make your pony tail flop around enough," answered Danni devilishly. "But you made it to the finals, so you'll get a chance for your 'perfect 10' next week!"

"Well, that's better," said Ashley. "Now, if you want to take the dancer home, you have to win your own contest!"

Ashley sat down on the floor naked next to the divan that her mother used as a foot rest for the easy-chair. And thus the divan served as the make-shift stage as the living room became a crowded arena. "Next up, Danni Horton!" said Ashley through cupped hands to simulate an unseen announcer. Danni kicked off her shoes and stepped up on the divan. "Danni is a sixth-grader from Cedar Valley and yes... she is a dyke! And now she will show off her super-strong legs!" And thus Danni flexed her muscles as Ashley made a loud whisper to simulate an admiring crowd. Danni assumed all the poses she had done before as Ashley would cheer and whistle. "Wow! What a body and what nice muscular legs!" continued Ashley playing the part of the announcer. "And for the final part of the contest, the judges have to feel and squeeze her legs!" Thus Ashley reached up to fondle and caress those bare legs. "Not bad! Danni has made it to the finals! And as a prize for this round, she gets to take home a naked dancing girl!"

Moments later, Danni too had desperately shed her skimpy clothing. They raced for Ashley's bedroom and closed the door. They wallowed all about her bed, their naked bodies entwined. Ashley moaned as Danni kissed her all over. "Oh God! OH GOD! Yes! Yeeessss!" cried Ashley as Danni's lips caressed her naked body.

"It's time for another dyke-rape!" whispered Danni.

"Oh yes! Yeeesss!" moaned Ashley as Danni's fingers gently caressed her little pink labia. "Dyke-rape me! I wanna cum hard at the same time!"

And thus Danni rolled her over on her back and climbed on. Soon, their squishy-wet little cunnies rubbed together as Danni began to hump her little sapphic lover. Ashley threw hear head from side to side as they tribbed clit-to-clit gasping loudly.

Danni moaned in high raspy falsettos, quite untrue to her tomboy style. "Oh Ashley! Oh Ashley! OH ASHLEY!" she cried as she thrust harder and faster. "OH MY SWEET ASHLEY!"

"Oh Danni! OH DANNI! I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA CUM!"

And so their squeaky voices cried out as they neared the brink. And soon came the point of no return. They thrust hard into one another as orgasm had built up, ready to burst. And in loud screams, burst it did. The initial explosions sent them into a furry. They humped as the contractions filled their bodies with pure joy. But when they could take no more, Danni rolled off to cuddle her lover. She let out a long sigh as her body recovered from the intense explosion while she gently kissed Ashley on the cheek. "Oh Ashley, you really want a wedding some day?"

"Of course," replied Ashley. "I've been planning it since Kindergarten!"

"Kindergarten?! You brat!"

"Well, you'll be 18 in nine years and out of high school!"

"But it's hard to be married when you don't have a good job and going to school."

"Well... it's even harder being alone and single," protested Ashley.

"Mmmm, maybe. But what would our moms say?" wondered Danni.

"Well, they can either go and be a part of it, or stay home and miss it. But I still want a wedding," assured Ashley.

"I'm sure my mom would want to be there," said Danni. "But still, a wedding of two girls, that's like... sooooo gay!"

"Well duh!" snapped Ashley. "Gay people have gay weddings!"

"But I'm not gay!" asserted Danni.

"Good! I'm not either," replied Ashley as she crossed her legs tight and covered her wet little cunny with a pillow. "I'm soooooo NOT gay that you can't reach my pussy!" With that, she rolled over on her side away from Danni. "See, I'm NOT gay!"

"Yeah you are!" protested Danni as she sat up to remove the pillow.

"No, I'm NOT gay!" laughed Ashley as she curled up to prevent Danni from gaining access. "I'm sooooooo NOT gay!"

"You are too!" protested Danni, struggling to take the pillow. "You just came from being dyke-raped!"

Ashley squealed and giggled as she struggled to keep Danni away. "But I'm not gay!"

"You are sooooooo GAY!" cried Danni as she worked the pillow free. Ashley giggled and screamed at having lost her protection.

"Ah-ha! And so are you because you want it!" cried Ashley.

Once again, they snuggled against each other's naked body and within each other's arms. "Oh Ashley, how'd we end up being so gay?" pondered Danni.

"I don't know," mumbled Ashley as she shrugged, "but it sure is fun and it feels really-really-really good!"

The next evening, Danni found nothing left clean to wear but an old pair of sweat pants, for the washing machine had broken down and they had yet to take a trip to a Laundromat or get the washer fixed. However, her mother Tammy had announced that since she had mentioned it to Ricky at work that day, he said he would come by after his son's soccer game and see if he could fix it. "Oh! Your boyfriend's gonna fix it!" said Danni with a sly smile.

But Tammy only sighed. "Danni! For the last time, he's NOT my boyfriend!"

And so Tammy sat on the couch with the TV on, not wishing to look formal or desperate. She nervously twitched about for quite a while, wondering when Ricky would arrive. She had tidied up the house, but had not reapplied any makeup to look plastic. Nevertheless, she had given herself a squirt of perfume and made sure her skirt was just slightly above the knee, reasoning that she wouldn't be young forever.

Yet in all her jittery reflection, the doorbell finally rang. "Oh-mah-gawd, he's here!" Her heart raced and she felt a head rush, feeling quite awkward. She had not dated for five years. But then again, this was NOT a date, she kept telling herself. She raced to the door, yet slowed down as to appear casual and unassuming before opening it.

And there stood Ricky in his casual clothing, including a fishing hat. In one hand he held a toolbox while his other rested on his son's shoulder. And his son... her instant first glance almost caused her to gasp in surprise. There stood a wiry young boy in a soccer uniform with a wounded knee covered with gauss. Most puzzling were his predominantly Asian features, complete with yellowish complexion, narrow eyes, and black hair in a straight bowl cut. His large overbite sat bound in shiny braces. Once again, a thousand questions and apprehensions filled her head. Yet the boy looked 'cute' in her eyes nonetheless. "Oh! Uh... hello Ricky! Come in!" she said cheerfully.

Instantly, he removed his cap before guiding his son inside. "Howdy, howdy," he said with a smile. "This is my son Robbie!"

"Hi Robbie!" she said with a gleaming smile. "Just came from a soccer game?"

"Yes Ms. Horton," he said, somewhat rehearsed by his father.

"Did you win?"

"Yeah, at the last minute," he said humbly.

"Yup, we won, but it cost him a knee," added Ricky. "But the boy's rather durable."

"Aaaww," cooed Tammy as she led them into the living room. "Well, the coffee's on. Let me get you a cup. It's rather chilly outside."

"Oh, don't let us put you out," said Ricky.

"Nonsense. You've come to help out. I at least owe you a cup of coffee. And Robbie, how about some hot chocolate to warm you up. You must be freezing!"

"Oh no ma'am. I'm sweating," he replied.

"Yes, but your nose is running! You're going to catch cold. Let me get you a tissue as well. You sound just like my Danni and... say, where is she?" She looked around. "Dannielle Grace! Don't be rude, honey! Come meet our company!"

"Coming Mom," she cried as she came from her room down the hall and into the living room. She bashfully presented herself in her old clothes. She faced the two visitors with a nervous grin.

"This is Mr. O'Banion and his boy Robbie."

"Howdy, Sport!" said Ricky.

"Hi," added Robbie bashfully, yet politely.

"Oh! Soccer player!" cried Danni as she noted his grass-stained uniform as well as the knee injury. "I'll be right back!"

And instantly, she vanished back to her room. Tammy shook her head and sighed and hollered protests until Danni came racing back in her own soccer uniform. "Danni!" cried Tammy.

"Well... he's wearing his uniform," she protested. And thus she reached down to peel back the bandage that covered yesterday's knee injury, revealing a small wound that resembled a cheese pizza. "See! That's what a real skinned knee should look like!" she said to Robbie, who only stared blankly at the injury.

Tammy blushed dark red and sighed loudly. "Danni! What the... uuuggg! Kids! Don't expect any logic after they turn ten!"

Ricky laughed out loud. "Sure, Miss Tammy. But you wouldn't trade 'em in for anything!"

And after they had finished their drinks, Ricky proceeded to the laundry room to examine the leaky washer. Danni curiously approached, and began to watch him take the unit apart. "Can I help?" she asked.

"Sure, Champ! I can always use another set of hands," said Ricky. "Why don't you hand me that screwdriver there Sport, and we'll get this thing up and running... if we don't need parts."

And so Danni watched as Ricky tore into the machine. Eventually, they began to discuss Star Wars like true fans. Robbie stood nearby watching for a few minutes, before returning to the kitchen. "Ms. Horton?" he asked. "Mind if... if I get more hot chocolate?"

"Oh, sure, honey! I've got plenty," she said as she reached for a cup. 'Poor thing acts like he never had a mommy in his life,' she thought to herself. 'But that Ricky must have a thing for those little China dolls. Got to be philander! I knew he had something dark in his past!' Yet her thoughts went unheard and unknown to the unwary Robbie. "So young man, do you... well... do you have any good memories of your mother... if I may ask?"

"Nuh-uh," he said. "I don't really remember her."

"Aaawww, I'm sorry," she said. 'Hmmm, how'd the hell did Ricky get custody? He's said he's never been married. What's going on?' Yet her thoughts went unheard by the world outside her head.

Eventually, Ricky had the washing machine in working order again. They had another cup of coffee, while Danni entertained Robbie in her room, going through her old Star Wars paraphernalia. But finally, they bid goodnight and he departed with his son. Tammy stood in the cold winter air at the door as his truck disappeared down the street, before finally closing the door. "Well Danni, thank you for being such a good hostess to Robbie. I figured there wouldn't be much for a 6th Grade girl and a 4th Grade boy to discuss but..."

"Oh, we went through my Star Wars stuff. We had a good time. Not a bad kid," replied Danni. "So how'd it go with your boyfriend?"

Again, Tammy sighed in protest. "Danielle Grace! How many times to I have to say he's NOT my boyfriend. He's soooooo not my boyfriend!"

But elsewhere that evening, a few blocks over at Ashley's house, Ashley herself lie in a deep sleep after having been put to bed. Yet she found herself far away from home and hearth. She did not recall how she got there, but she was in some photography studio on some padded block with a black background in front of a camera. Oddly enough, she was completely naked as the lady at the camera gave her posing directions. "Now, open your legs, honey," she coaxed.

For some reason, she was incredibly embarrassed, yet at the same time rather excited. She knew once she squatted down on her knees with her legs open, the camera would capture her swollen wet little cunny. "C'mon, Ashley, don't be shy!" coaxed her mother who stood next to the photographer. "If you want to be in 'Playboy Jr.' you have to pose!"

Ashley felt herself blush as she felt her throbbing little moist flower tingling. "Oh, okay, Mommy," she said as she assumed the pose.

"Good! Now lean your head back dear, and let our ponytail hang down," coaxed the photographer. Ashley complied, feeling quite beautiful and attractive.

But while Ashley slept deeply in her far-away dream world, her mother remained quite awake in her own bedroom. She lie on her bed naked with back arched high as Brenda, the ex-wife of her would-be rapist worked her over with her tongue. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Yeeesss!" cried Bianca as she knew orgasm was not only immenent, but unavoidable. And only a few seconds later, she felt that initial blast as she burst into an explosive climax, all by way of Brenda's skilled tongue. "OoooOOOH! AAAAAH!" she cried as she held Brenda by the hair as she squirted all over her. "Ooooh Brenda!"

After two minutes, she finally collapsed to the bed, now completely spent. "That was a big one!" noted Brenda as she cradled her sapphic lover.

"Oh Brenda," moaned Bianca in a half-sleep dream state, quite delirious over her orgasm. "I can't keep sinning like this forever."

"Is it a sin to love?" asked Brenda.

"Well... no, not really," said Bianca. "It's just that... well, I don't know. It's all new to me and... well, I've been so busy being a single mom that well... I've never thought about my own needs."

"We all have needs, dear," said Brenda as she soothed Bianca's hair. "Isn't that how we're made?"

"I suppose," replied Bianca with apprehension. "Oh, I'm a mess! After all I've put my daughter through... and her girlfriend... AND her girlfriend's mother!"

"Mmmm," said Brenda. "You don't have to beat yourself up. I mean, eventually, you'll have to tell your daughter about us."

"I don't know," said Bianca. "How do I tell my little girl that Mommy's got a girlfriend?!"

"Well, it should be easy for you, since she has a girlfriend herself!" laughed Brenda. "My daughter's a few years younger so she's not quite old enough to understand yet."

"Well, I think our kids should at least get used to us being around each other," said Bianca.

"Yes, I was thinking that myself," said Brenda. Then, suddenly out of the blue, she blurted, "I wanna spank your daughter!"

"What?"

"I... I uh, wanna spank Ashley's bare bottom some time," confessed Brenda. "But don't worry. You can spank my Krista if you'd like!"

"You mean... like a swap?" querried the nervous puzzled Bianca.

"Why not? Krista has jiggly spankable little bottom... y'know, turns pink and red real easy! You wanna spank that bottom?"

"Well..." stammered Bianca, as if Brenda could read her mind.

"You wanna feel her squirm on your lap as you slap those little buns, slowly warming them up. Oh, she'll protest and cry, but as you'll see, she might like it in a way."

Bianca's breath grew heavy and deep as she imagined little Krista over her knee. "But... but what about Ashley? I mean, our kids will hate us!" protested Bianca.

"Not if it's done right!" assured Brenda as she gently kissed her lover on the cheek. "I mean... we don't HAVE to swap, but just an idea. Now get some rest, dear. I better go get Krista from my mother's place before she gets suspicious." And with that, she reached for her clothes and quickly dressed herself. "Until next time, my lovely..." And thus she blew Bianca a kiss.