Bernie helps Alison 'unload'.

"That sounds like it was quite the party," Alison said. "You know, you don't have to stand outside. Isn't your mom all, 'Everything your body needs is natural.'?"

Bernie laughed. "That's not what I thought you meant by helping you unload." She looked round the door frame to see Alison on the toilet.

Alison laughed. "Well, not exactly," she said. "But I'm glad to know you've got my back. Reach me the wet wipes?" she asked.

"Sure," Bernie said. She reached for the snap-top plastic tub of moist wipes.

"Unless, that is, unless you'd like to do the job?" Alison added.

Bernie's breath caught in her throat. She swallowed and coughed.

Alison smiled, taking Bernie's hesitation for agreement. "All right, then, go ahead." She rose and bent forward over the sink. "This what you were perving on earlier?"

Bernie took a wet wipe from the tub and spread Alison's muscular buttocks, cleaning her rear end. Bernie took her time, wiping gently. Two more wipes and Alison's back door was squeaky clean. A fold of toilet paper patted away a trace of urine.

Alison looked in the mirror to see Bernie's reflection over her shoulder. "Are you happy with just looking and touching, or did you want something more?" she asked.

"More," Bernie said.

Alison grinned. "I hoped so. You're an ass addict. Like me. Lisa caught me getting some on the side, so here I am. So. Take my ass to bed, chickie." She rose and turned toward Bernie.

"Kiss me?" Bernie said.

Alison laughed. "Romantic," she said. "I bet I kiss better than Gary. Dick addict."

Bernie tilted her chin up. Alison's lips tasted like coffee and mint from her nicotine gum.