Faith 3: Mia returns to help in her usual way as the storm intensifies

In the hallway, the stream of bedroom clothes ran dry and Mia was freed from slamming boobfirst into Sophie’s face. Her bedroom laid bare behind her and the half smothered-to-**** Sophie laid dazed on the ground in front of her. Mia ran after her clothes, hoping to save some before the whole house was picked clean of fabric.

The scene in the living room was an unexpected one. A great clothing tornado had formed, violently spinning from floor to ceiling. Every last one of Lucy’s dresses and all of Mia’s business-y pencil skirts, along with all their towels, blankets, pants, shirts, and underwear whirled around in an unruly tumultuous column.

The wind billowed around Faith, trying to suck the last of the house’s clothes from her grip as she leaned over the couch with her feet a little over double shoulder width apart. Her skirt fluttered with the air ****, not quite as inside out Marily Monroe’d as Lucy was, but Mia’s plain white panties that Faith was wearing flapped into view over and over.

PING! PING! PING! PING! PING!

All the curtains in the room were yanked free from their rods and swiftly swallowed up by the maelstrom before anyone could react.

If Mia could just save that one suitcase, she’d have a change of clothes and wouldn’t be stuck in her current tattered outfit. It was the only clothing in the house not currently whirling around the clothing twister, so Mia acted fast. They needed that suitcase.

The blonde squealed and sprinted for the redhead, intending to wrap around her waist and pull her free of the evil clothing vortex.

But Mia’s intention didn’t matter when her punishments had other ideas.

An errant sock flew underfoot just before she reached Faith. One slip later and instead of hugging Faith from behind and pulling, Mia was diving face-first at her own panties. For the second time in less than a few minutes, Mia got a face full of Faith’s ass. Mia caught herself at the last second, narrowly avoiding an ass-face-collision-based concussion, but still rubbing her face cheeks deep into Faith’s soft butt cheeks. Faith’s spread legs inadvertently gave Mia room to really get up into intimate places she never thought she’d be anywhere near on one of her best friends.

“What the fUUck?!” asked Faith as her ass was unexpectedly invaded from behind. Faith had been happy to get some help when Mia arrived, but the redhead hadn’t been ready for that. The sudden sensation of a face mashing into her spread ass staggered Faith and almost made her let go. With her legs spread and her torso bent at the waist, there was only a thin pair of panties between Mia and Faith’s most private parts. Her fishnet stockings stopped a few inches away on either side and her skirt still fluttered around her waist. Neither of which provided any protection between the two friends.

After being clobbered by a few dozen loads of laundry and piledriving herself into Faith’s ass, Mia grunted in frustration, steeled herself, jumped up, wrapped her arms around Faith, and heaved.

In her haste, and due to her combo punishments, Mia jumped and grabbed higher than intended. She had her arms crossed over Faith’s chest and grasped a titty in each hand over Faith’s shirt before pulling with all her might.

“YooooOOOOOuch!!!” Faith screeched in pain as Mia seemingly tried to twist her boobs right off of her chest.

P’KWAAANG!

Both girls fell back in a heap. The suitcase’s handle broke off in Faith’s hand and the luggage was swallowed up with the rest of the clothes.

Faith pushed Mia off of her and the pair laid on their back in defeat as the tornado whirled around them. It swept into each corner of the room picking up any loose clothes as it went. Before it careened out the door, a large bump moved along the clothnado from bottom to top. Like a snake regurgitating a mouse, it tipped forward and a small clump of cloth was dropped in the middle of the room.

Lucy watched helplessly from the kitchen as she cowered and held her dress down, hoping it wouldn’t take that too.

Faith and Mia, still on their backs by the front door, looked back and watched the whirlwind of fabric. It was upside down from their position, and they powerlessly watched as it whisked hundreds of articles of clothing out the front door, down the driveway, and along the sidewalk.

Mia scrambled outside and saw the tornado leave the neighborhood around the corner to the right.

Shortly thereafter, the sky cleared. Storm clouds dissolved into blue, and the evening sun reappeared as if nothing had disturbed it. A soft sunset spread across the horizon, and the neighborhood looked perfectly ordinary again, as though the storm and everything it had carried away were only a dream.

Author's note: I will return to this story someday. I spent a few months plugging away at more chapters after I posted the last ones, and ended up writing about 15k more words of additional stuff after this, but I think it's all a bit wordy and chunky and just not exactly what I wanted, PLUS it's super duper slow paced. Then I got hit with a bad case of the no-free-times.

So, I will get back to this, but proofreading and crunching down 15k words to something more manageable takes a LONG time. (Hmmm... Maybe 14,999 words that sounds good!) Especially when you're a slow writer like me lmao. I'll sit down to write for like four hours and feel totally productive the whole time then look at what I came up with and realize I wrote like 4 paragraphs. Also, it's soooooo hard to write a story with four characters, so I'm taking a break for now. But rest assured that ENFanji will return some day!