CHAPTER 3
Mac was sitting at her desk thinking about the coming weekend and the prospects of spending it at Grand Lake with Jammie. They had decided they would tell Marcus that Jammie would be moving out to Copper Top after they got back. They didn't like being apart for the few days but didn't want Marcus to get mad and spoil their weekend on the lake. A knock on the door startled Mac from her daydreams. Looking up, she saw Marcus stepping into her office
"Hi Mac. I hope I'm not disturbing you at a bad time."
Mac stood up to welcome the VP into her office.
"No, not at all. I always have time for you Marcus. I was just looking over the through puts on the Crude units for the past week. We appear to be down a little on the sour crude runs trying to make sulfur content for the new HOD specs."
"Yea. This old girl of a refinery is having trouble with a lot of the new EPA regs for clean air and fuel, but I am sure you and your people are doing their best. But it really isn't business that I am here to speak to you about."
"Oh"
Mac felt her heart drop into her stomach as she sat back down behind her desk. She lay her folded hands on top of the desk to hide their nervous trembling.
"What can I do for you Marcus?"
She tried to not look concerned and smiled weakly at him. Could he have found out about Jammie and me? She wondered. Surely not. They had been careful and no one could have seen them together.
Marcus sat down in the chair in front of Mac's desk. His posture was rigid. He looked confident except for the furrow deepening his brow.
"I want to talk to you about my daughter, Jammie. You remember meeting her as you left my dinner party?"
"Of course I remember her Marcus."
Obviously Jammie had not mentioned to her Dad that the two of them had become friends. How should she be responding to this man, what did he know?
"Mac, I will just get the point. Jammie has been acting a little strange and I know she is not happy here in Oklahoma."
Is he right? Is Jammie really not happy? Didn't she just tell me she wanted to be with me at Copper Top? No Marcus must be wrong she is not unhappy.
"I don't usually ask personal favors of my employees but I would consider it a huge favor if you would spend some time with her. Ask her to go out with you and your friends. Introduce her to some of the local men. Just be a friend to her. Could you possibly do that? Would you mind helping me out and being a friend to my daughter? It would really mean a lot to this old Dad."
Mac hadn't realized how nervous she was until she felt the biting burn of her nails digging into the palms of her hands. She relaxed, realizing Marcus knew nothing about her and Jammie and was actually asking her to spend time with her. How sweet a deal could this be?
"Sure Marcus, no problem. I would be happy to be a friend to Jammie. Don't think another thought about it. Matter of fact, I was going over to Grand Lake this weekend. How about I call her up and invite her along?"
Marcus was happy that Mac seemed so willing to befriend his daughter. He had thought he would have to cajole her into it.
"I think that would be just great! I'm sure she would have a wonderful time and I know I can trust that she'll be safe with you. I have always admired your judgment and the amount of responsibility you have shown here at the company. I believe she is home this afternoon. Here is my home number. Give Jammie a ring as soon as you get a chance. And Mac…thanks. I appreciate this. I know you don't have to, so it means a lot."
Marcus rose from his chair, reached over, and shook Mac's hand, enveloping it in both of his huge ones before turning and leaving her office.
Mac waited until she was sure Marcus was well down the hall before rising and closing her office door. Moving quickly back to her desk, she called Jammie.
"Hello."
"Hey Sunshine. What are you doing beautiful?"
"Morgan! What are you doing? Shouldn't you be working for that slave driver, Lewis?" Jammie giggled.
"Speaking of…he was just in my office and it wasn't about business. He asked to speak to me about you."
Jammie stopped giggling and sat down on the chair next to the phone.
"What do you mean he wanted to talk to you about me?" She asked nervously.
"Calm down honey. He asked if I could be a friend to you, call you up, and invite you to go along with my friends and me. Oh, and he wants me to introduce you to some guys. I'm sure I can manage it all but forget the guys. You are all mine and I don't share, especially with guys. I told him I had plans on going to the Lake and he thought it was a great idea to ask you to go along. Can you believe it?"
"Oh baby. This will make it so much easier. Yippee, my Daddy asked my girlfriend to spend time with me."
Mac doubled over with laughter as she listened to Jammie's jubilant voice.
"Okay sugar, I really do have to get back to work. Why don't you give your daddy a call and let him know you'll be coming to the lake with me. I've got to go."
"Hey Morgan? Since Daddy is wanting us to spend time together can see you tonight?"
"Hey I hadn't thought about that. If you don't mind me coming as I am, how about we grab some supper together?"
"Great. See you at seven."
"Okay seven it is. Bye."
"Morgan!"
"What?"
"I love you baby."
Mac smiled and said "I love you too sugar. See you tonight."
The lines went dead as both women leaned back in their chairs with their thoughts the same. How lucky they would get to be together without sneaking around. More, how lucky they were to have found each other and the love they shared.
Mac arrived at the Lewis's house promptly at seven and rang the doorbell. She hadn't thought about Marcus answering the door and found herself a little flustered when he did.
"Mac, hello."
"Hi. I'm here to pick Jammie up for dinner."
"Oh, I didn't know. Come on in. This is really sweet of you to do this. I didn't realize you would jump into it so soon, but I'm glad she is going out with you. Let me get her"
As he turned around he saw is daughter descending the stairs.
"Ah Jammie, Mac is here. I didn't know you where going out with her tonight,"
"Yes. Sorry Dad, I didn't get a chance to tell you when you got home. It is all right with you, isn't it? You didn't have something planed for us, did you?"
"Oh no plans. Sure go. I am glad you are going out with your friends. Go on and have fun."
"Oh Dad so I don't forget, Morgan has invited me to go with her to the Lake this weekend. Do you mind? I have already said I would go."
"No, go right ahead. I remember what it was like to be young once. Just no skimpy bikini in front of the boys." Marcus smiled warmly at his daughter.
As Jammie turned around to Mac she said under breath "You don't have to worry about that Dad."
Louder Jammie said, "Bye Daddy. Don't wait up."
"So long sweetheart. Have fun. Have a good time Mac and thank you again."
"Don't worry Mr. Lewis. I'll enjoy going out with Jammie." Softly she said to Jammie "Matter of fact, it is all my pleasure." The two women turned and waved goodbye as Marcus watched them getting into the car.
Jammie turned and looked over at Mac. She wanted to see how she dressed for work. Mac was wearing a navy blue matching skirt and blazer with a white raw silk shell underneath. She had on light eyeshadow that accentuated her eyes and pale lipstick. Her hair was pulled back and held at the nape of her neck with a simple tortoiseshell barrette. She wore stylish low heels. Jammie thought about how different Mac looked in her jeans. She found this woman sitting next to her to be as exciting and sexy as when she was dressed in jeans and boots.
Mac realized Jammie was staring at her and became self-conscious.
"Is there something wrong? Do I have a run in my panty hose? What are you staring at?"
"I was just admiring how beautiful you are and how different you look. You are so femme and sexy in that business suit. I have always preferred more butch looking woman. You look more like a bottom rather than a top. But right now I am totally feeling the excitement of possibly being the top this evening."
"Sugar, don't let this monkey suit throw you. I am still the soft butch southern gal you fell in love with."
"I know that but I kind of like this look too. I kind of like being a little butch tonight."
Mac laughed "Okay sugar. In that case I will be expecting my door to be opened for me at the restaurant."
Jammie loved how Mac was willing to do whatever made her happy. She leaned over to kiss the side of Mac's face. Jammie's hand had found its way under Mac's skirt where she felt her warm taut thigh.
"Jammie, you are going to have to stop that while I'm driving." Mac managed to say in a choked voice.
"I'm trying to drive too. Drive you crazy, that is."
Jammie's hand reached the top of Mac's thigh. Mac involuntarily opened her legs wider. Jammie slid her fingers between Mac's legs.
"Oh my! How hot and wet you are, Ms. Christian. Are you sure you don't want me to do something about that before we get to the restaurant?"
Mac moaned "Please Jammie."
"Is that please stop? Or please don't stop?"
"Please." Mac's body gave a little quiver of excitement. She sighed loudly at the same time as her foot slipped from the gas pedal, causing the car to jerk.
"You win, for now." Jammie murmured as she drew back her hand.
Within minutes they were parked at the restaurant.
"I guess I will have to wait until later to do something about your little problem." Jammie smiled seductively at Mac. She lifted her hand to her nose and inhaled. "You smell so sweet. I am going to have trouble making it through dinner."
Jammie jumped out of the car and rushed around to open the door for Mac. Mac moaned softly and looked up at Jammie standing in the open car door.
"I'm not sure I can walk right now. I'm feeling a little swollen between my thighs."
Jammie smiled and offered Mac her hand.
"Good. It will be a little reminder of me and make you think about what I am going to do to you later tonight."
Mac gingerly got out of the car and walked arm in arm with Jammie into the restaurant.
They were oblivious to anyone else that night. They only saw and heard each other. Mac even suffered though the wine Jammie ordered with dinner; having to admit later it wasn't half bad.
"Do you want coffee or shall we leave." Jammie asked.
"Where are we going next?"
"Where ever I can make love to you."
Mac sat there for a moment then asked, "Are we going out to Copper Top? Because we can't go back to your place."
Jammie realized Mac was right. She had never thought about where they would go after dinner, only being with Mac.
"How long does it take to get there?"
"About 45 minutes."
"It is already 10:00. Oh, that won't leave you much time to sleep taking me out and then bringing me back. You won't be fresh for work.
"I can give up a little sleep for you." Mac smiled seductively at Jammie. "Besides, I don't want you to pass up the opportunity of 'playing' a top."
Jammie greatly desired the woman who sat across from her but knew she should wait until another night.
"I suppose a motel is out of the question."
"There are only five in town and I know people who work at each of them. I would say we should pass them up. I'm not sure how I would explain getting a room for me and the daughter of the VP of Mid-Con Oil." Mac shrugged at Jammie.
"Then we are definitely having coffee before you have to take me home and say good night." Jammie motioned for the waiter as Mac sighed sadly.
Many minutes later they left the restaurant.
"You know I never thought of it earlier, but we should have driven to a quite cove on Lake Ponca and made out like all the High School kids." Mac wiggled her eyebrows at Jammie.
"This is a fine time to think of that, now that we are pulling up in the driveway."
Jammie reached over and squeezed Mac's knee. Mac gasped as red-hot sensations shot through her body to lodge in her groin.
"I guess I probably shouldn't risk trying to kiss you good night."
Mac looked past Jammie toward the front door of the house.
"Probably not." Jammie said quietly.
"You know how badly I want to, don't you?"
"Yes, but once you kiss me, I won't be able to stop with just one kiss."
Mac squeezed Jammie's hand. "After this weekend, darling, you can kiss me good night every night, right in our own home."
Jammie smiled at Mac and got out of the car. Mac sat in the drive until she saw Jammie disappear through the door. Slowly she pulled away, headed back toward Copper Top.
****
Jammie was packing her shorts and tees for her weekend at the lake. She glanced over toward her dresser as she though maybe I should add a couple of sexy nighties. Although, she wasn't sure a nightie would be appropriate for camping in a tent she really wanted to be sexy for Mac. While she was removing her sexiest outfits she saw it lying in the drawer, Mr. Wiggle. I wonder if I ought to pack him, too? Jammie picked up her dildo and gave consideration to what Mac might think. With a wicked giggle she threw it into her bag along with a tube of KY gel. She added two pair of French cut bikinis now all she needed was for Mac to pick her up.
Not wanting to return to home after work, Mac had packed her bag and placed it in the car that morning. As she drove into town, she mentally checked over what she had packed.
A wicked grin curled her lips at the thought of the 'special little something' she had included. A few years ago while in Oklahoma City she had gone with friends to a 'toy' shop and on impulse bought a strap on dildo. She had never used it. Since purchasing it she had never felt comfortable enough to bring it out. However, after the intimacy she and Jammie had shared she thought this might be the time. She hoped she would be able to make more than just her fantasy come true. She was nervous about how to introduce it to their relationship. Maybe I should slip into the bathroom, put it on under my shorts, and surprise her. Maybe not. What if it repulses her? I had better discuss it with her first.
Late afternoon approached and Mac had finished work, driven over to the Lewis's and picked up Jammie. They were finally in the car heading East on Highway 60 on their way to a fun-filled weekend at Grand Lake.
"You know my Mother and her people are from the Grand Lake area. Many of my Great Uncles helped build the Pensacola Dam across the Grand River that forms the lake."
Furrowing her brow Jammie asked, "If your Dad was from the Osage and your Mom from Grand Lake, how did they meet?"
Warming up to one of her favorite subjects, Mac reached over and took Jammie's hand.
"It was during World War II. Dad was in the army and stationed at the munitions factory near McAlester. He had a weeklong furlough so he decided to hop a train with one of his buddies and see where they ended up. That evening they found themselves in Vinita, Oklahoma and very hungry. They hopped off the train and walked over to a restaurant close by the train tracts. It was called Clanton's."
"It was around eight and most of the local townies had gone home for the night. Actually Clanton's was closing when the two G.I.'s walked in. With patriotism being at an all time high, old man Clanton wasn't going to turn away two soldiers without first giving them a free hot home cooked meal."
He yelled into the kitchen. "Millie, fire the grill back up. We have two of our fighting boys looking for something to eat."
"Mom had not only turned off the grill but had spent forty five minutes cleaning it. She wasn't in any hurry to fire it up just to have to clean it again. She came through the kitchen door to voice her protest when she looked up and saw Dad sitting at the counter. I remember her saying that all she could see was his sparkling, mischievous blue eyes and deep dimples. It was a megawatt smile. Without a word she turned and went back into the kitchen and began cooking."
"So you get your beautiful smile from your father?" asked Jammie admiringly. Her comment brought a smile to Mac's face as she glanced over at Jammie. She nodded her head and squeezed Jammie's hand tighter.
"Dad hung around until Mom cleaned the grill again and offered to walk her home. Little did he know that walk was seven miles out of town. It gave them a lot of time to talk and get to know each other. Once they got to Grandma's house it was quite late. Grandma told Dad he could bunk in the barn. He ended up spending his entire furlough on the farm helping out while Mom was at work. He walked into town the seven miles everyday to be sure Mom didn't have to walk home alone in the dark."
"What happened to the buddy your Dad was with?"
"You know, I don't know. I never asked."
"What happened after your Dad had to report back to duty?"
"He and Mom wrote each other every day, but never got a chance to see each other again. Two days after Dad got back from furlough he was shipped to Europe until the end of the war."
"You're kidding? How long was that?"
"At least a couple of years, I don't know for sure. When Dad made it back to the states and was discharged, he made a beeline straight for Vinita. He didn't go to Clanton's where Mom was but went straight out to Grandma's. He told her he planned on marrying her daughter, Mildred that night because he had two tickets for Ponca City on the morning train."
"What did your Grandma say?"
"What could she say? She knew Dad was serious and her eldest daughter hadn't accepted any offers to dances the entire time he had been gone. She figured she might as will give her blessing. She actually packed up Mom's belonging and walked with Dad back into town so she could go with them to the Justice of the Peace and be a witness at their wedding."
"Sounds like something out of a storybook. My folks didn't have anything nearly as romantic as that. Dad and Mom's father's where business partners and they just grew up knowing they where supposed to get married. I don't think they really did love each other. Although I had hoped that they did."
"You know one of the funny things about it all?"
"What?"
"Dad never proposed to Mom. When he and Grandma arrived in town he walked right into Clanton's kitchen, picked Mom up, and carried her out."
"You're kidding! 'Officer and a Gentleman' right in Vinita, Oklahoma."
"He carried her outside and set her back down on her feet. She looked over at her Mother and asked, 'What was she doing in town?' Grandma said 'I've come to watch you get hitched.' That was that. They walked two blocks to the courthouse silently, each lost in their own thoughts. Mom and Dad got married. Grandma walked with them to her brother, Franklin's, house where they would spend their wedding night waiting for the train to arrive the next morning. Then, Grandma walked back home."
"What a wonderful story, Morgan. Love like that doesn't seem to happen these days."
Donning her southern drawl, Mac stated. "Well ma'am. I guess I'll have to see what I can do to change your mind about that. Won't I?"
They smiled at each other and risked a quick kiss on the lips. It was cut short as Mac felt the jeep swerve.
Mac went on to regale Jammie about her Great Grandmother's family history. Her Great grandmother had come to Oklahoma as part of the fourth out of the Seven Trail of Tears from the border between North Carolina and Georgia. She had been a very young child. Mac related how other members of her family had died along the trail and that the missionaries that migrated with the Indian tribe took in her Great Grandmother. She taught Jammie that all members of the family belong to the clan though the mother's side of the family. Since she was Cherokee on her Mother's side she was automatically a member of the Bird clan. The hours passed quickly as Mac told Jammie about her family history. Before they knew it, the lake was in front of them.
"Well here we are." Announced Mac as they pulled up in front of her Uncle Jake's cabin.
Jammie looked around. "Where are we going to set up the tent? I thought it would be a camping area or something."
Mac smiled broadly before leaning over and kissing Jammie on the mouth "Now Miss Jammie, a southern Gentlewoman as myself could not ask a lady such as you to sleep on the ground. You will find your boudoir awaiting you in the luxury of my Uncle's cabin."
Jammie squealed with delight at not having to stay in a tent.
They carried their bags and the boxes of food Mac had packed into the cabin. They took their luggage into the bedroom and put the food away in the old round top fridge and cabinets.
"Okay… we're set. What would you like to do first? It will be dark soon. We can't take the boat out but we can walk along the shore for a while before it gets too dark if you like."
"Sounds great. Let's go."
They walked hand in hand along the shore of the lake stopping occasionally to skip a rock or two over its calm surface. Occasionally, Jammie would lean down and pick up an old abandoned fresh water clamshell. Finally, Mac turned toward the cabin. It was late and supper still needed to be cooked.
While Jammie fixed a big spinach salad, Mac placed wood in the fireplace. Shortly a huge, warm fire was burning.
"We probably really don't need the fire, but what is the point of having a fireplace in a cabin if you don't use it?"
"Shall we eat in front of the fire?"
"Sounds great. Would you like me to open a bottle of wine?"
"I thought you didn't like wine?"
"I'm learning it isn't half bad. Matter of fact, they have a winery in Vinita I thought we might visit while we are here."
They set together, shoulder to shoulder, on the floor as they leaned back against the couch. The fire burned in front of them as they ate their simple supper and enjoyed the warmth of the flames.
"Morgan what does that say above the fireplace? Is it some kind of family motto?"
Mac recited from heart "It says 'what lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.' It is by Ralph Waldo Emerson. My Uncle Jake is a big fan of his. Although my Mom and none of her siblings made it much past seventh grade, they all where self taught and everyone of them read veraciously."
"Why was their education so limited?"
"Because my Grandfather was killed in a freak accident and all the kids had to drop out of school to either go to work or to work the farm. It was the 1930's and the middle of a depression. That was compounded by the severe dust bowl storms in Oklahoma. There were very few jobs for women. Grandma needed all of her eight children to help out in order to survive."
"'What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.' I like that a lot, I'm going have to remember it." Jammie read once more as she stood to take their salad plates to the kitchen.
"If you don't mind Morgan, I think I will go and slip into something a little more comfortable."
"No, go right ahead. Should I put another log on the fire or should I just let it burn out?"
"I think we could use another log that way we can finish off the bottle of wine. I'll be right back."
Jammie went into the bedroom. She was excited that she had brought along her nighties and couldn't wait to see the look on Mac's face when she came back into the living room. After she changed she looked at her reflection in the old wavy mirror above the dresser and thought to herself how wonderfully romantic Mac's family was even though they had been through all the hardships they had to endure. She knew Mac possessed those same qualities and characteristics. She only hoped that she could live up to Mac's expectations. As Jammie turned to go back into the living room, she noticed the tip of Mr. Wiggly in her bag. She picked it up and put it in the drawer of the nightstand along with the tube of KY gel.
"Who knows Mr. Wiggly, you just might make an appearance tonight."
She looked at her reflection one last time, wet her lips and then strolled back out into the living room to the woman she loved.
Poking at the fire, Mac was turned away from Jammie as she re-entered the room. Jammie stood in the doorway for a few minutes, waiting to see if Morgan would turn and look at her. Finally, she softly cleared her throat. Mac turned and looked around. Suddenly her mouth gaped open. She gasped and dropped the poker on her bare foot causing her to cry out in pain.
"Oh shit, Morgan, are you alright?"
Jammie rushed over to where Mac was hopping up and down on one foot. Mac stopped hopping when Jamie wrapped her arm around her waist and she heard the sound of concern in Jammie's voice.
"Yea, I'm okay."
"Are you sure? Your foot is all red."
"Huh?"
"Your foot, Morgan, it's all red."
Mac had completely forgotten about her foot with Jammie so close to her and dressed in so little. Mac looked down and sure enough her foot was red and appeared to be swelling across the top of her instep.
"Oh. It will be okay in a little bit."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause you to hurt yourself."
"It's nothing really. Don't worry about it. I don't feel a thing."
She lied, ignoring the pulsing in her foot.
"Jammie, you are so…you are so beautiful. You take my breath away."
Mac wrapped her arms around Jammie's waist and kissed her deeply with a passion she didn't even know she had.
"Can I assume that you approve of my attire?"
With a sheepish grin and the southern drawl that Jammie had come to love, Mac said, "Yes ma'am. I most certainly do approve of the frock you are wearing. However, I think I will enjoy more the removal of said garment."
They laughed at each other and sat back on the floor to enjoy another glass of the wine. Mac held Jammie close.
"You really never have been camping have you? I mean if this is what you had planned on sleeping in, you would have frozen."
They laughed again and Jammie looking deep into Mac's eyes.
"What makes you think I ever had plans of sleeping in this?" Jammie stated while raising her eyebrows for emphasis.
"What do you say to me banking the fire for the night and we see what you did have planned to sleep in."
They got up and kissed long and passionately, causing a breathlessness and increased surge of desire.
"Don't be long" Jammie said seductively as she walked towards the bedroom.
Mac entered the bedroom shortly behind Jammie to find her lounging on the bed, propped up against the pillows.
"If I remember correctly, Ms. Christian, you said something about enjoying disrobing me. I wouldn't want to be the one to deny you any enjoyment."
Mac walked to the foot of the bed and stood there staring at Jammie. She stood without a word long enough that Jammie got nervous and wondered what was wrong.
"Morgan. Are you alright?"
Jammie moved towards the end of the bed. When she drew closer to Mac, she could see tears in her lover's eyes.
"Morgan, what's wrong? Is it your foot?"
Jammie asked in a concerned voice. Mac reached out for Jammie who was now kneeling on the bed in front of her. She caressed Jammie's face in her hands and in a broken voice said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. I love you so much that I can't believe you are here with me. Every time I look at you I feel as if I cannot breath. If you where to leave, the sun would die and I would die with it."
"Morgan baby, I feel the same way. Now come to bed and show me how much you love me."
Jammie pulled Mac's tee shirt over her head as she helped her lover to undress. Mac's passion rose and she reached out to begin undressing Jammie. She placed kisses on every inch of bare skin she exposed. Soon, they fell back into the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. They tussled showing each other how much they where loved.
Jammie straddled Mac and locked their fingers together. Leaning closer she said, "I never got to finish what we started on our way to the restaurant a couple of nights ago. I believe we agreed I would be the 'top'."
Jammie was grinning mischievously at Mac. "Now let me think what am I going to do with you? Or should I say…to you?"
Mac raised Jammie's fingers to her lips and nibbled their tips. She then slowly started to lick Jammie's palm. She trailed her tongue between Jammie's fingers. She took Jammie's index finger into her mouth and started sucking upon it, causing Jammie to draw in a quick breath.
"Ms. Christian. You are wicked, aren't you?"
Mac quickly flipped Jammie onto her back and now was on top, straddling Jammie's belly.
"I think you have been on top long enough. Now it is my turn."
Mac quickly spread Jammie's knees apart with her own and plunged her fingers into Jammie's waiting wetness. "Is this what you want baby? Do you want my fingers in you?"
Jammie gave out a guttural groan and gasped, "Yes."
Jammie loved Mac taking her forcefully. She enjoyed the fierceness of Mac's passion and begged for more. Mac stopped suddenly, rose from the bed, and told Jammie not to move until she came back. Jammie could not believe Mac had left her in bed in a heightened state of excitement. She was confused when Mac left her lying on the bed. She slid her hands between her legs, pressing against her wet center. She began rocking her hips back and forth as she continued to move her hand against her clit. The increasing wetness made her moan with need.
"What's wrong baby? You couldn't wait for me just for one moment. I guess I will have to give you something that'll make you know that I'm worth waiting for the next time."
Jammie could not believe what she saw. There standing in the bathroom doorway was Mac wearing a strap on dildo. She felt herself becoming so wet it began to trickle onto her thigh.
"Oh Morgan, baby. You know what I want and need even with out me even telling you. Are you coming back to bed now Baby? Who's your big friend you're bringing with you? Jammie said without stopping the movement of her hand against her body.
Mac walked over to the bed and lie down beside Jammie.
"Are you okay with this?" Mac asked a little hesitantly.
Jammie licked her lips and purred "Oh yea baby. I am more than alright."
Jammie reached out and took Mac's hand. She placed it against the wetness between her legs.
"Feel what you do to me."
Mac gasped at the wetness she felt under her fingertips. It caused a flood to flow between her own legs.
"I think you should know that I bought it a year or two ago but have never used it. I might seem kind of awkward."
"Don't worry baby. I will help you. You already know what to do. Now come finish what you started."
Jammie lay back in the bed pulling her knees up and opening herself wide to M. Jammie's eyes were glazed with anticipation, want and the need of her lover's touch.
Mac watched as Jammie spread herself open. She became overpowered with love for the woman in her bed. She hoped she could be worthy of Jammie's trust and love. Mac moved to kneel between Jammie's raised knees. She slid the dildo up and down across Jammie's swollen wet vagina. She wet the tip of her dildo with Jammie's wetness. Slowly she rubs the tip against Jammie's clit and spread the slickness along her wide-open hot lower lips. With gentleness, Mac pressed the tip of her dildo into her hot canal, moving slowly until Jammie's body adjusted to its size and shape. Mac then leaned over Jammie, bracing herself with her hands on each side of Jammie's shoulders and started to slowly move her hips back and forth, pulling the rubber cock almost out then quickly thrusting it back inside. She watched Jammie's face and saw nothing but pleasure. Jammie moaned aloud, unable to hide her emotions of ecstasy.
"Morgan, baby I want it harder. Really give it to me." Jammie begged in a low passion filled voice.
Mac lowered herself to her elbows and increased the tempo of her movements. Jammie lifted her hips and met her thrust for thrust.
The nub on the back of the dildo was pressing into Mac's clit each time she slammed into Jammie. It was causing a rippling sensation to shoot through her abdomen.
"Baby, harder! Give it to me deeper." Jammie begged breathlessly as she lifted her legs over Mac's shoulders.
Sweat began to pour from their moving bodies. Mac could feel Jammie's breast sliding against her own breasts, causing her clit to harden. Her cock was also pressing against her engorged clit, driving her wild with sensations shooting out over her body. Mac was pumping harder, frantic to keep pace with Jammie who was bucking wildly beneath her.
"Yeah baby you make me so hot. I want you harder baby. Harder." Jammie demanded.
Just when Mac thought she was running out of steam, she felt Jammie stiffen beneath her. Jammie cried aloud as a strong shudder swept through her body when she climaxed.
Mac was exhausted and not sure what she should do next. She pulled out of her, leaned down and kissed Jammie before rolling over onto her back.
"Now I know why in the movies guys roll off the woman and fall promptly to sleep. I am exhausted." Mac stated as she felt her heartbeat returning to normal.
Although Mac was so tired she didn't think she could move, her clit called out for relief. She reached down and began stroking herself as her clit continued to throb. She needed to cum.
Jammie turned her head to look at Mac. She couldn't believe how great she felt after cuming so hard. Jammie saw that Mac was rubbing her clit and rocking her hips lightly against her hand.
"Baby, that's my job. Please give me a minute to catch my breath and then I'll show you how much I love you. I'm not a pillow queen if that is what you are thinking. All though what you do to my body absolutely devastates me and leaves me wasted, but in the best possible way."
Jammie reached over and removed Mac's hand. She cupped her lover's sex lovingly with her own small hand.
"Give me a minute and I will take care of all your needs."
Mac involuntarily raised her hips as she tried to press harder against Jammie's hand to get her release.
"Baby please don't make me wait. I need your touch." Mac pleaded. She waited for some reply or movement.
"Jammie? Baby?" Mac suddenly realized Jammie had fallen asleep lying upon her chest. She reached down and placed her hand upon Jammie's hand, pressing it harder against her swollen clit. Mac started to rock her hips back and forth until she found the release she needed. Moving Jammie's hand back up, she looked into the sleeping woman's face and thought. "This is heaven! This is the love I have always wanted." Pulling Jammie tighter against her body, Mac fell into her own exhausted sleep.