BAE Chapter 86

After some brief fumbling, both penises are in view.

“Oh my god,” Stephanie blurts. “It’s so cute.”

“Don’t say that,” Kate protests, moving it around and peering down at it. “It’s mighty and sexy and irresistible. You crave it. All women crave it.”

“Especially women named Maggie?”

“Maybe not her,” Kate says grumpily. “I think mine’s bigger.”

It’s a little hard to tell; they’re soft and tiny.

“Come on, little guy. Come on,” Kate says, unabashedly tugging, pulling, and rubbing on it. She closes her eyes. “Think sexy thoughts. Think about Babs in her old, gray suit.”

“Is that really your fantasy?” Stephanie asks. She prods her penis with her forefinger. It is adorable.

“One of ‘em,” Kate replies. “Oh, yeah.” She chuckles in triumph and Stephanie’s eyes widen. Kate’s dick is starting to grow.

“OK. Oh, shit.” Stephanie watches, fascinated.

“Come on, buddy!” Kate eagerly pulls, and as it gets bigger and harder, that appears to get easier because she can get a grip on it. “Jesus. Fuck.”

“What?”

“It feels good!”

“Whoo.” Kate takes her hand away and her erection bobs, purple head showing clearly. It’s not the first penis that Stephanie has ever seen, but it’s still a new experience. What happened with Riley Beaumont was all passion and kind of blurry. This is real life. For real. “Am I bigger than Bruce?”

“How would I know? Probably not.”

“Am I bigger than Dick?”

“Ask Babs.”

“Am I bigger than Tim?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

She’s about the same size as Riley Beaumont. Maybe a little smaller. Big enough to feel good, not big enough to look intimidating.

Kate grabs it and pulls, shivering.

“Wow.”

Then her eyes pop open and she looks hungrily at Stephanie, who shrinks away.

“What?” Stephanie asks uncomfortably.

“We have to help each other out, Steph.”

“We so do not,” Stephanie replies defensively. She closes her legs over her soft little new addition and grabs a sweater to cover her lap. “This is like a whole thing now. I have to think about this.”

“Think about what?”

“Like, I have a whole new virginity thing going now. I want to be like… thoughtful. And besides, we work together.”

“The whole point was so that we could, you know…”

“What?”

Kate wiggles her index fingers. “Help Babs out.”

“Help her?”

“Help her relax.”

Stephanie snorts at the thought. It is funny. And Babs does need to mellow out. But will Kate and Stephanie waving dicks at her achieve that?

“Oh, please. You’re still creaming yourself over Riley Beaumont. Just own it,” Kate snaps.

That’s a direct hit. Nothing builds tension and stokes the libido like stalking the night and fighting crime. Stephanie isn’t proud of it, but having a real outlet for that with none of the complications that go with involving men… there is something to be said for this.

“I’ll think about it,” she says.

“Can you think about it while you give me some sugar?”

“I’m sorry. I just woke up,” Stephanie says. “And if we’re being honest, Kate, this whole horny party girl persona that you’ve gone for since Maggie dumped you is not that attractive.”

Kate looks hurt, but only for a moment.

“Beats turning into the Joker,” she says.

“Uh, I guess,” Stephanie agrees.

“You won’t even give me a handy?” Kate’s still stroking and pulling.

“No. I’m drawing a healthy boundary. I don’t let people pressure me into stuff,” Stephanie says firmly, pushing her unruly hair out of her face. They really did just wake up, but Kate is at full strength right now. Her face is red, her breathing is hard, and the look on her face is, admittedly, a little sexy.

“At least let me see your boobs,” Kate says desperately.

“What are you, a thirteen-year-old boy?”

“It’s my inaugural jerk-off! Let me see your damn boobies! What kind of monster are you?”

“Oh, you’re doing it? All the way?”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Bane couldn’t stop me right now,” Kate says, fist flying.

“Fucking. Whatever.” Stephanie tries not to laugh as she pulls off her undershirt. Her breasts fall free.

“Fuck yeah,” Kate says.

Stephanie controls herself, resisting the urge to tease Kate and resisting the little tingles inside as she watches.

“OK. Fuck!” Kate closes her eyes and looks away, her legs moving. She speeds up, pulling furiously. Then she gasps and white drops fall on the blankets. She groans and tugs, and more comes out. Kate lets out an explosive breath and sags, then flops backward. “Fuck me!”

Stephanie’s eyes are big and her cheeks and ears are bright red.

“Is it good?” she asks.

“It’s different,” Kate replies breathlessly. “Oh. Fuck. Yeah.” She places her hand on her stomach, chest rising and falling. “I let Babs do me, you know.”

“That’s been mentioned,” Stephanie replies.

“I feel like I’m starting to get it.”

“Starting to get it? Haven’t you always been gay as hell?”

“It’s just different, OK?”

“OK.”

“Also, I think I’m dying.”

“Wait, really?”

“No. But I get it. Babs would always die after she finished. I get it now. Oh, man. I feel like I understand the universe now.”

“OK, good.” Stephanie gets up and retreats to the bathroom. There’s a meeting for Mayor Hill’s planning committee, and Sara Smith needs to be there. If she doesn’t hurry, she’ll be late. Watching Kate just now was hot, and nothing sounds more fun than getting to know her body in a steamy shower stall, but there isn’t time.

Stephanie cleans up and focuses. Now… for Sara Smith, what kind of girl is she going to be? Stephanie firmly believes in having fun with disguises. She’s thinking either… sexy, ditsy, klutz… or bookish, nerdy pol-sci major.

Ditz?

Or nerd?