15-04-2019, 03:43 PM
Her answer followed a long kiss.
"I came here with my family. I'll stay by them."
Troy returned the previous kiss before replying.
"Even if that means welcoming Helen into it?"
Susan's next kiss was briefer than the first.
"I suppose I'd get Maria and Stavro in that deal. Let me meet her first before committing to a statement."
They looked down at each other's bodies. Both liked what they saw; however, both had also done quite a lot about it on the way there, and were too tired to do anything further about it now.
Troy had taught Susan how lovers who Do What They Do; and trusted each other completely, like he and Julie, and now Susan did; could always "command" one another to have "one more in them." It was how, no matter how many friends they'd brought to the bedroom, Troy and Julie always had their "last dance" together at the end of the night; Julie riding Troy to their simultaneous, earth- shattering orgasm.
But even that had a limit. One three-day weekend before they'd met Susan, he and Julie decided to order two large pizzas and put them, two gallons of Gatorade, and a case of bottled water next to the bed, and see how long they could safely push each other. With pizza and bathroom breaks, they'd made it 31 hours. The remaining 41 hours of the weekend had consisted of sleeping, ice packs, giggling followed by groaning, lotions, massages, and old cartoons; along with a unanimous decision to never try that again.
"Better in the morning?" Troy asked her.
"Better in the morning." Susan agreed, reaching over him to turn the nightstand lamp off.
They snuggled in silence a moment.
"Just thinking," Susan said after a while. "About the last time you promised a woman morning sex. You don't have any other super-rich friends with their own countries that someone might try to kill, do you?"
Troy cocked his head for a moment, acting like he was thinking about it.
"Nah, I don't talk to that guy anymore, he's more an acquaintance."
She smiled. They closed their eyes.
* * *
Although the blinds had been closed on all the windows at Byroni Medina Memorial Emergency Medical Center, a sliver of light from the outside made it onto a mirror as a door swung open, and into the room containing Contessa Helena de San Finzione. It lit onto the sleeping face of Julie Equals, who pressed her foot against the wall and nudged the recliner a couple of inches over to escape it.
The noise caused Helen to open her eyes. She was on a morphine drip now, so she was no longer restrained in her bed. The brace still held her left arm and shoulder, and she could see fresh gauze wrapped around her abdomen when she peeked beneath her gown. A smaller patch of it covered part of her right breast. She touched that one, and although the morphine kept it from hurting, the sensation told her that it should have.
Looking up from the gown, the blurriness of trying to see any distance eventually came into focus, and she made out Julie's sleeping face at the right side of the foot of the bed. She'd positioned the recliner to be facing Helen.
Helen could have swung her foot out and kicked Julie before she remembered why she was in the hospital and decided not to risk it.
"Hey," she weakly called out through parched and drugged lips. "Hey, wake up, you skanky cow."
Julie's response was to murmur "'kin cnt," and turn to the other side, pulling the blanket up over her shoulder. A couple of seconds later, she registered whose voice she'd heard and turned back to open her eyes.
"Hey, Girl!" Julie said to her, the happiness on her face coming through in her voice, as well.
"Hey, Also Girl!" Helen thirstily, but just as happily responded. Julie hit the call button and scooped a paper cup of ice chips from half-melted pitcher of them on a table next to the bed. She'd canceled her command to the doctors and nurses to ignore Helena, so the nurse responded as Julie was putting a couple of chips in Helen's mouth.
"You shouldn't try to move, Contessa," the nurse told her. "I'll inform the doctor that you're awake. He'll be able to tell you more about your injuries."
"How long have..." Helen was starting to remember things through the drugs. "Was there a bomb?"
Julie carefully placed her right hand on Helena's.
"The Generalissimo got everyone out in time. It went off, but nobody was hurt. The bomb squad was still on the way when it happened; the building was empty."
"That's nice." Helena sighed. When the nurse left the room, Julie bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"Thanks for waking up." Julie said with another smile.
Helena weakly raised her right arm and pulled Julie back down to her lips for a deeper kiss before responding.
"I had to," Helena replied, groggily. "Someone told me there was a skanky cow hovering outside the room."
Julie's smile got bigger.
"I'd punch you, bitch, but I wouldn't want you to pull anything and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't feel it anyway."
Helen's eyes found a clock and noticed it was 6:32.
"How long have I been out?"
"You came out of the anesthetic around eleven last night," Julie said, pulling a blanket over her. "You freaked out a bit, I had to Do What We Do to stop you from doing something dangerous." Julie paused for a moment. "We won't go into everything. They say it happens to everybody."
"I came here with my family. I'll stay by them."
Troy returned the previous kiss before replying.
"Even if that means welcoming Helen into it?"
Susan's next kiss was briefer than the first.
"I suppose I'd get Maria and Stavro in that deal. Let me meet her first before committing to a statement."
They looked down at each other's bodies. Both liked what they saw; however, both had also done quite a lot about it on the way there, and were too tired to do anything further about it now.
Troy had taught Susan how lovers who Do What They Do; and trusted each other completely, like he and Julie, and now Susan did; could always "command" one another to have "one more in them." It was how, no matter how many friends they'd brought to the bedroom, Troy and Julie always had their "last dance" together at the end of the night; Julie riding Troy to their simultaneous, earth- shattering orgasm.
But even that had a limit. One three-day weekend before they'd met Susan, he and Julie decided to order two large pizzas and put them, two gallons of Gatorade, and a case of bottled water next to the bed, and see how long they could safely push each other. With pizza and bathroom breaks, they'd made it 31 hours. The remaining 41 hours of the weekend had consisted of sleeping, ice packs, giggling followed by groaning, lotions, massages, and old cartoons; along with a unanimous decision to never try that again.
"Better in the morning?" Troy asked her.
"Better in the morning." Susan agreed, reaching over him to turn the nightstand lamp off.
They snuggled in silence a moment.
"Just thinking," Susan said after a while. "About the last time you promised a woman morning sex. You don't have any other super-rich friends with their own countries that someone might try to kill, do you?"
Troy cocked his head for a moment, acting like he was thinking about it.
"Nah, I don't talk to that guy anymore, he's more an acquaintance."
She smiled. They closed their eyes.
* * *
Although the blinds had been closed on all the windows at Byroni Medina Memorial Emergency Medical Center, a sliver of light from the outside made it onto a mirror as a door swung open, and into the room containing Contessa Helena de San Finzione. It lit onto the sleeping face of Julie Equals, who pressed her foot against the wall and nudged the recliner a couple of inches over to escape it.
The noise caused Helen to open her eyes. She was on a morphine drip now, so she was no longer restrained in her bed. The brace still held her left arm and shoulder, and she could see fresh gauze wrapped around her abdomen when she peeked beneath her gown. A smaller patch of it covered part of her right breast. She touched that one, and although the morphine kept it from hurting, the sensation told her that it should have.
Looking up from the gown, the blurriness of trying to see any distance eventually came into focus, and she made out Julie's sleeping face at the right side of the foot of the bed. She'd positioned the recliner to be facing Helen.
Helen could have swung her foot out and kicked Julie before she remembered why she was in the hospital and decided not to risk it.
"Hey," she weakly called out through parched and drugged lips. "Hey, wake up, you skanky cow."
Julie's response was to murmur "'kin cnt," and turn to the other side, pulling the blanket up over her shoulder. A couple of seconds later, she registered whose voice she'd heard and turned back to open her eyes.
"Hey, Girl!" Julie said to her, the happiness on her face coming through in her voice, as well.
"Hey, Also Girl!" Helen thirstily, but just as happily responded. Julie hit the call button and scooped a paper cup of ice chips from half-melted pitcher of them on a table next to the bed. She'd canceled her command to the doctors and nurses to ignore Helena, so the nurse responded as Julie was putting a couple of chips in Helen's mouth.
"You shouldn't try to move, Contessa," the nurse told her. "I'll inform the doctor that you're awake. He'll be able to tell you more about your injuries."
"How long have..." Helen was starting to remember things through the drugs. "Was there a bomb?"
Julie carefully placed her right hand on Helena's.
"The Generalissimo got everyone out in time. It went off, but nobody was hurt. The bomb squad was still on the way when it happened; the building was empty."
"That's nice." Helena sighed. When the nurse left the room, Julie bent down and kissed her on the lips.
"Thanks for waking up." Julie said with another smile.
Helena weakly raised her right arm and pulled Julie back down to her lips for a deeper kiss before responding.
"I had to," Helena replied, groggily. "Someone told me there was a skanky cow hovering outside the room."
Julie's smile got bigger.
"I'd punch you, bitch, but I wouldn't want you to pull anything and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't feel it anyway."
Helen's eyes found a clock and noticed it was 6:32.
"How long have I been out?"
"You came out of the anesthetic around eleven last night," Julie said, pulling a blanket over her. "You freaked out a bit, I had to Do What We Do to stop you from doing something dangerous." Julie paused for a moment. "We won't go into everything. They say it happens to everybody."
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