Smoke & Chill

Laughter broke out, unforced and infectious. Sexytimes gave way to something Lois hadn't experienced in a long time: the moment of camaraderie among the mutually slightly-****. The two women fell in a tangle on the mattress, giggling and joking, taking hits and striving not to set the mattress on fire. They ended up, after several playful moments, with Lois on her back, taking a toke, while Maria used the reporter's stomach for a pillow.

In a slightly pleasant haze, Lois found the casual intimacy...nice. The warm weight of Maria's head against her abs was just comfortable. The smoke hitting her lungs was heavy and rich. Her pussy and ass ached, but in that good way, like muscles after exercise. All the rush and whirl of the night gave way to a great state of calm, and Lois sank into the happy mellowness. Idly, Maria reached up with one arm and came down like one of those claw-games, grasping for Lois' boob...and that was okay with the reporter too, right then.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" The buzzed reporter asked out loud.

"Boobs. Boobs are just, like, amazing." Maria said, voice small and full of wonder. Lois thought about passing her the blunt, but decided not yet.

"Yeah," the reporter offered, staring at her own pair. Maria's hand aimed for a nipple and missed, fingers brushing against the side of Lois' tit and bouncing off.

"Sometimes, I wish I could get pregnant, just so I could, like, make milk. That would be fucking awesome." The redhead licked dry lips. "You'd just be eating some cereal and run out of milk and then go BAM! Squeeze that titty! Titty-milk!" She walked the hand up the side of Lois' breast, to grasp the nipple between her fingers. "The day is saved, thanks to the titty."

"If you were pregnant, your tits would get bigger." Lois opined.

"Bigger is better." Maria moved her hand away from the reporter's breast, and Lois gave up what was left of the blunt.

"Not always. There's a lot to be said for shape. Firmness. Saggy titties are sad. Not that I would mind big, fat, milky titties." Lois blinked, slowly, staring up the ceiling. Her face felt very hot. "I think you'd look really sexy with big boobs."

"Yeah." Maria coughed. "But I'd have to get knocked up. Take some dick. Or get a sperm donor, something."

"So...why don't you?" Lois challenged.

"I..." The redhead blinked, slowly. The thoughts were processing slowly.

"Not ready to be a mom?" The reporter felt really, deadly serious right now. And there was a heat building in her loins. The idea of Maria with bigger tits was...something fascinating.

"No. I mean...I guess. I mean, all by myself..." Maria got quite, puffing on the last of the blunt.

"I'd help you," Lois cooed softly.

"Yeah?" Maria's eyes were half-closed. "That'd be cool then."