Soldiering On

The past month had been hard on Chelsea and Kristin. Both ladies had processed the grief of losing Logan differently. Chelsea had become shut off from everyone and had sunk herself into managing the club to the point of unhealthy obsession. Her eyes seemed perpetually wrapped in sleep deprived bags.

Kristin seemed to be in denial on the outside, constantly smiling and saying that Logan would be back any day now. But on the inside, she had given up. She just didn't know what else to say. Her nights were lonely and her days were long. She had tried to be overly supportive to Chelsea but had subsequently been pushed away.

The two women had eventually grown further and further apart. Like two former lovers that had lost their bond. There was no ill will, just no common goal.

They had not touched each other in a week, not even accidental contact. It wasn't until an early Tuesday morning that they quite literally bumped into each other trying to enter the kitchen at home. Neither one had been paying attention to where they were going and the sudden stop made them lock eyes.

"Sorry." They said in unison.

"No it wa-." They replied to each other. Their impromptu copying of each other made them smile for the first time in a long time. Then moisture began to form in their eyes and they threw themselves into a tearful embrace. They babbled apologies and cried into each others shoulders. Soon the tears subsided and they clutched each other in a new found strength.

"We have to find him."

"Yeah, but like, how? The cops totally gave up on it." Kristin wasn't trying to be negative, but she didn't know what else to do.

Chelsea extricated herself from Kristin's arms. "We just have to think. Last thing he said was that he was going to Maryland to meet Greg."

Kristin shivered as an unpleasant thought crossed her mind. "What if he like, lied?"

Chelsea narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Ok so if Greg was like a shady dude, because he was tooootally being weird and stuff last time. Maybe Logan didn't want us to know he wasn't going to Mary-Land."

Chelsea's mind raced as she considered the implications. "He wouldn't lie to get away from us. He was happy here." She said her thoughts out loud. "If he did lie it would be to protect us."

"Yeah, that's what I was sayin'."

Chelsea's mind continued to race. "Did Greg have an accent?"

"Oh yeah, totally a "git outta ear" New York kind of thing."

Chelsea couldn't place her finger on it, but *New York* felt like where they should go. Kristin with her own limited cognitive ability felt the same. Like her instincts were begging her to go.

They locked eyes yet again and knew that they needed to go. Without another word they parted ways. Kristin began packing while Chelsea made plans for who would be in charge of the club and where they would stay while they were in New York. In short order they were able to book a next day flight.

For the first time in a long time, Chelsea and Kristin shared the same bed. The new hope that they had for finding Logan had broken through their self defensive and self induced seclusion. Chelsea was on her back, running her fingers through Kristin's hair as she rested her head on Chelsea's chest. Kristin had her arms wrapped around Chelsea and had also claimed a leg with her own. Scissoring the thicker thigh with her own legs. Kristin began to slowly rub her thighs against the warm, smooth skin of Chelsea's leg. Her arousal starting to peak from the proximity of her, for lack of better term, girlfriend. Kristin could feel Chelsea's heart rate quicken from her attentions.

Chelsea couldn't help but grow moist between her legs as the beautiful young lady at her side somehow managed to squirm closer. A moan escaped Chelsea's lips as Kristin began to explore her modest breasts. Her nipples became hard as pebbles and her moans grew louder as Kristin kissed her neck. She turned her head and blindly searched for Kristin's mouth with her own. The contact of the soft flesh against her lips caused her pussy to gush with wetness and her legs spread with pleasure.

Kristin continued to knead and massage at Chelsea's breast as their tongues wrestled. Her hips pumped against Chelsea's thigh, grinding her sensitive clit. After hearing Chelsea's moan, Kristin slipped her hand down to stroke at Chelsea's cunt. The puffy flesh was warm and wet as her fingers easily found Chelsea's clit. Kristin's own pussy was burning with arousal as she stroked and teased at her lovers moist tunnel.

Chelsea felt the pressure building in her groin. She smashed her lips wildly against Kristin's and worked her hips to get as much pleasure from Kristin's slender fingers as possible. She moaned louder and faster as the pressure capped, eventually breaking into a mind numbing orgasm.

Kristin held Chelsea tight as the older woman shuddered in bliss. She felt an overwhelming satisfaction at bringing Chelsea to orgasm. Kristin tenderly kissed her Chelsea and let her bask in the afterglow.

"Ugh, I needed that." Chelsea said with a wide grin.

"Soooo glad I could help babe." Kristin replied, nuzzling her head into Chelsea's neck

Chelsea grabbed Kristin by the chin and kissed her again. After a few moments she began to nibble at Kristin's ear, making the tan girl groan in tortured pleasure. Chelsea raised to an elbow, forcing Kristin flat on her back, and began moving her mouth down Kristin's body. Pausing briefly at her neck and using that time to position herself over Kristin's body before moving to her large breasts. She pressed the two glorious orbs together and buried her face in between.

"You a titty girl?" Kristin giggled. Her laughter cut short with a moan as Chelsea latched onto her nipples.

"Sounds like you are." Chelsea replied cheekily before kissing down Kristin's stomach to her wet and ready sex. Chelsea lazily circled her tongue around Kristin's clit.

"Ooooooohhhhh fffffffff-." Kristin moaned as her back began to arch.

Chelsea removed her sensitive mouth from Kristin's pussy to tease at her wet entrance with her fingers.

"Yeahhhhh, fuck me with your fingers babe, you feel so fucking good."

Chelsea inserted two of her fingers and rubbed hard against Kristin's G-spot. "Like that?"

"Oh god yes jus-"

Chelsea hungrily attacked Kristin's pussy with her mouth again. Working her tongue and fingers in tandem. Rubbing, stroking, and noisily sucking at Kristin's pussy. Kristin was a moaning, writhing mess as she was quickly brought to orgasm. Chelsea didn't slow down as Kristin screamed in pleasure. She could feel the pleasure building inside of her sensitive mouth. Chelsea abandoned fingering Kristin's tight pussy in favor of using both hands to grasp at her hips. Chelsea buried her mouth as far against Kristin's pussy as she could. Pussy juice and spit covered her face as she mindlessly licked and sucked and kissed herself into climax. Kristin, being a little sensitive from a recent orgasm, couldn't stop herself from cumming yet again.

Both girls cried out as they shared orgasms before floating down from their respective highs. Chelsea crawled back up the bed and adopted a position similar to the one Kristin was in earlier. Cuddled into the heaving chest of her chestnut-haired girlfriend.

"I guess I am a titty girl." Chelsea remarked off handedly. "I love you Kristin."

"I love you too Chelsea."

For the first time in weeks, the two women slept soundly. They awoke feeling refreshed and ready to begin their search for Logan.

Later on that same day, the two women stepped out into the brisk northern air of New York. With no real leads they began to wander the streets, overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of the city.

"Ummm, Chelsea? Haven't we been here before?"

"What?" Chelsea asked. "These streets look the same."

"Yeah but we have passed those billboards like, five times already."

Chelsea looked up at the advertisements for herself. Cologne, food, and a local radio station. The signs did look familiar but she couldn't convince herself that they were indeed in the same area.

"We might be getting a little lost in all these tall buildings." Chelsea surmised. "Let's see if we can get some directions."

Kristin smiled and held Chelsea's hand as they headed into the nearest building.