Zoe and Lizzy's Excellent Adventure

"OHHHH! GOOOOOD! OHHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Zoe yowled, almost as if she were being brutalized rather than pleased. It was just how much she enjoyed her girlfriend's touch, and a testament to what a fine lover Lizzy-Beth was. They'd forgotten about their game now, concentrating in ecstasy and euphoria on the matter quite literally at hand. Lizzy had quite a gift for making them both so very happy—often simultaneously, which wasn't easy to do. Zoe may not have been so naturally skilled, but was happy to volunteer when needed. It was like the gesture of paying for a date out together, but...on a much, much grander scale. At long, long last...Lizzy-Beth Kessie Williams heard Zoe Trix Palmer once again scream the magic words.

"I'M CUMMING, LIZZY!...I'M CU—" Gasp. "OHMYGODI'MCUMMIIIIIING!!"

Lizzy-Beth's eyes involuntarily bugged wide open, then shut again in a teeth-gnashing wince. That was her signal. That, and the mind-shifting passion shooting crazily through her pussy to her brain, about to reach its zenith.

"ME TOO!" Lizzy harmonized. "MEEEEEETOOOOOOO!!"

She finished Zoe's necktie, keeping her hands at work jilling the both of them off like mad, and added one last oral touch. She pushed up on Zoe with her thumb, nosed under her anterior hood and took her big, red, throbbing clit in a sucking kiss, just as she'd felt Zoe do for that brief teasing earlier moment. Unlike Zoe, however, she wasn't to stop as soon as she started. Zoe, who couldn't reach any part of Lizzy-Beth with her arms anymore, reached back and around for anything to cling to. She located a pillow, strangling, twisting, and throttling the stuffing from it. Finally, as expected, the sucking clit-kiss did her in.

"OHHHHLIZZZZZZZMMMMMMMPH!!"

Zoe muffled herself with the pillow so as to not destroy her lungs. But down by the foot of the bed, hers weren't the only lungs getting a trying workout. She felt her clit tugged by Lizzy's teeth as Lizzy faced the challenge of taking her monstergasm like a big girl as well. A few piercing seconds (which could have woken the dead, but failed to disturb the slumbering cat in the next room) later, the act was complete. Both brains were scrambled in an orgasmic mess. And both Lizzy-Beth's hands were splattered in warm, frothy, musty cum from their quivering pussies. The muffled shrieks died down, and Zoe's clit and Lizzy's pillow were removed from each other's mouths.

Lizzy-Beth tumbled on her back beside Zoe's pelvis. She let her head lie stationary, basking in the hazy afterglow. She moved only her eyes over to the unset alarm clock, which read 11:06, then back upwards in Zoe's direction.

"Whew," said Lizzy. "Holy...just...whew."

"Oh God," Zoe repeated indefinitely. "Oh my God...oh my God..."

"Zoe...I love you, my dear."

"I love you too, Lizzy baby."

"I can't imagine my life without you."

"You're the best thing ever to happen to me."

"I get the bathroom first."

"Not on your life, Williams."

*****

Twenty Motionless Minutes Later...

Saturday, February 7th, 2015, 11:26 p.m.

"I'm telling you, Zoe, that bathroom's mine."

"In your dreams, Lizzy."

*****

Don't Cry Over Spilled Guts

Sunday, February 8th, 2015, 12:13 a.m.

Lizzy-Beth and Zoe did not always fall asleep after sex. Some nights, like this one, they lay awake having a honeyed chat. They'd both used the john and returned to bed. Now with the door open, Muffins entered to join them. She'd been through playing for a while, having fallen to sleep, waking as she noticed her Mommies egress. She hopped on the bed, bringing the pussy count to three, marching about and looking for a nice spot to settle in. She chose an untouched stretch of mattress alongside both bodies, purring, baring claws as she kneaded the spot for about five days, swishing tail tickling her Mommies' noses. Lizzy couldn't help but feel proud of herself. She felt she had truly turned Zoe's bad day around. And they still had another big day waiting for them when they woke up.

But Zoe still had something else on her mind.

"Lizzy?..."

"...Angel?" Lizzy-Beth whispered back.

"I've gotta tell you something...there was one other thing about last night I left out."

One arm over Zoe's swanny neck, Lizzy shifted onto her side, sifted her other hand through Zoe's unruly hair, and gazed adoringly.

"That you missed me so dearly and desperately every last second we were apart till you came in the door again?"

Zoe chuckled wistfully.

"No. W—I mean, yes, yes, of course I did, but...something else. You remember my brother took me out to dinner, right?"

"Oh yeah. How is Zack?"

"He's good, he's fine. Sends his love. Actually, twenty-four hours ago, I bet he was way better than me, after what happened. Okay...

"So we get our food, we're eating, chatting, laughing, everything's nice. Then all of a sudden, we hear this noise coming from a few tables away. And we look, and this man, probably about 40, gets up from his seat, and...he's choking, Lizzy. Like, bad. Like, the people he's with are panicking. And everyone starts looking, but, I dunno, it's like...nobody's doing anything. Like...like they all think someone else is gonna do something, or...or they're afraid, or...I have no idea. And I didn't realize it at the time, but I was just as frozen as they were. Then I see something out of the corner of my eye. It's Zack. I can't even figure how much time's passed, but, he jumps up, runs right up behind the gentleman, grabs him from behind, and Heimlichs him. Like crazy. Just...just like Mrs. Doubtfire. And...he..."

She closed her eyes and let out a single, silent sigh.

"...Lizzy, he saved his life. It worked. My brother...saved this man's life."

Lizzy-Beth, now engaged in this suspenseful story, lit up at the final words.

"...Well, Zoe, that's great!" she exclaimed. "Oh my God, that's terrific! He's...your-your brother's a hero!"

Zoe had begun nodding halfway through Lizzy's reaction.

"Oh, yeah, Lizzy. He's a hero. 'S why his initials are Z.A.P.: he ZAPped that thing right outta the guy's throat. Yes sir, Zack Allen Palmer...is a hero." She turned to look at Lizzy. "Lizzy-Beth Williams...is a hero." Another sigh.

"...Albert Schweitzer was a different kind of hero. But he still counts. So's Mother Teresa. And Clara Barton. Babe Ruth. John Lennon.

"Spider-Man and Wonder Woman are superheroes. They may not be, y'know, 'real,' but they count too. They're all heroes, Lizzy, in one way or another. My little brother's a hero for doing what he did..."

Lizzy-Beth heard her voice crack. She looked back up to Zoe's face. Her eyes blinked, glimmered with moisture, and leaked.

"...And his big sister, who he always looked up to as a kid...is nothing but a beautician.

"Let's face it, Lizzy, just flip the vowels in my name, stick an 'r' in there, and that's that. He's a hero...I'm a zero."

"Oh, honey-bear, no! Please don't do that to yourself!"

"Too late; 's already done. Lizzy, you spend all summer every year saving people. Sometimes every day. You saved me. My God, if you hadn't been there, I...I probably wouldn't even be alive today."

"So I was, and you are. Zoe, it just happened to be what I do. I mean, people just...do what they do. It doesn't make you less valuable as a person, or your profession either. In fact, y'know what? I'd be willing to bet some of your customers've been so jazzed after you've beautified 'em, they've thought of you as a hero. Remember the next day last summer? You prettied me up, and I couldn't believe it."

"Nice try, Lizzy. But it's just not the same. 'Oh, don't you worry, Mr. Johnson! If your little girl starts to drown, brave, courageous Lizzy'll snatch her right from the jaws of death! She's a true hero. OH, oh, yeah, and Zoe over here'll make her look real pretty too.'"

"Zoe, stop. Everyone does good in their own ways. You have nothing to feel inferior about. You're a good woman, and a good citizen."

Zoe finally seemed to run out of argumentative steam. She gave off another sigh, and turned back to Lizzy.

"...Good lover?"

Lizzy-Beth grinned, enveloping Zoe tight in her arms once more. "The best."

Zoe's limbs found their way around Lizzy as well. These last points her girlfriend had made finally seemed to cheer her back up again. In fact, she was starting to want to cry now for a completely different reason.

"By the way, Zoe, where'd you stub your little piggie? I wanna kiss it better."

"Ohhh..." Zoe offered Lizzy her hind paw. "It's the pinky on my right foot."

Lizzy-Beth took her foot, kissing and caressing from the pinky toe, up and down, and once again. When she finished kissing, she took each of Zoe's toes in her mouth and gave them some oral affection. Zoe's eyes rolled back, almost getting aroused all over again.

"Oh my God...oh, sweetie, that feels SOOOO good...I couldn't love you any possibly more than I do."

"Well, who can blame you; I am pretty damn great myself."

*****

Let's Go To The Shoppes

Sunday, February 8th, 2015, 10:35 a.m.

Juniper Mall opened at 11:00 on Sunday mornings and closed at 7:00. Its eight business hours during the day of rest got pretty busy, and after a few of them, it became equally difficult to find a parking space. So Lizzy and Zoe got up and dressed in time to make it by opening. They liked sleeping late Sundays, but no one would call them lazybones today. And what with it being something of a special occasion, the lasses decided to doll up, decking out in their literal Sunday best. Zoe clad herself in her red maxi dress with a wrap jacket draped over, a pair of thick, warm nylons and her woven ankle-buckles. Lizzy-Beth threw on her suit shirt and jacket, dress slacks, one of her fanciest ties and her brilliant royal blue Clarks Sugar Dusts. They were dressed to kill. A figure of speech, of course.

"Mm!" assessed Zoe, whipping her hair before the mirror, tossing her locks haphazardly. "Sweetie-bear, we're so hot, we're on fire."

"I agree," Lizzy agreed. "We are gonna turn some heads today."

"Even better—" Zoe amended. "We are so hot, we're cool. So COOL...we're hot."

"So in other words, we're Pop Tarts and Hot Wheels. Well, c'mon then; let's get our Hot-Ass Wheels in motion."

They drove to the mall. The temperature sat in the low 30s, crystallizing what little drizzle fell, but causing them no impediment. Allowing for traffic and inclement weather, they arrived within five minutes of opening time, at 11:02. The mall was a two-floor hexagon with stores on either side of the main walkways, forming an inner and outer hexagonal pattern. First-time visitors could get lost in it like a maze, but if they kept going one way, they'd see the same stores again. They parked in front of the two-story Forever 21, which used to be a super-Borders before the group bankrupted. While they both missed Borders, Forever 21 appealed as well to a different part of their interest. Lizzy and Zoe climbed out and trotted to the entrance against the cold breeze.

"Whew!" exclaimed Lizzy. She rushed inside as Zoe held the outer door ajar for her, and returned the gesture with the inner door.

It was logically pretty empty as they entered, having been open only a matter of moments. An associate behind the counter greeted them as they strode in. They got busy combing display racks, and their shopping quest was officially underway. Even with different personal styles, they mostly agreed on outfits, and could shop together without much drama.

"Ooh, how cute is this?" Lizzy asked, plucking off another maxi to show Zoe. It was medium blue, M-slit and floral-printed. "Bet it'd look even cuter in a mini when spring comes. But everything I've seen you in looks awesome on ya."

"Yeah, that is pretty adorable...nice cut, lovely print," her girlfriend sure enough concurred. "I'm just not sure it's my color, though."

"Oh, you're kidding. You're a natural blonde, and it's ideal with your skin tone. And floral print is 2015's thing! Throw in the right shoes, put one of your hair bows in with it, and boom: you're literally a blue-ribbon babe."

Well, she was right about that; Zoe owned dozens of hair ribbons, and the right color could accent anything nicely.

"How much is it?"

"Uhhh...oooh, nice price! Twenty-three bucks!"

"You're kidding! Does it come in a small??"

"This one is a small. I have eyes for size, you know that. Now get that sexy small ass of yours in the fitting room."

So Zoe sashayed in, slipped off all except her skivvies, and changed maxis. She left everything in the fitting room to come out and show Lizzy, including her shoes. She knew Lizzy liked seeing her barefoot, especially in anything that clothed her down to the ankles. She wasn't sure why, but thought it had something to do with the isolation of her naked tootsies, with little else uncovered. It seemed since they'd met, Lizzy-Beth had developed a little thing for her feet. And Zoe had to admit, though having paid less attention to them in the past, she nonetheless boasted a pair of pretty pretty pedal paws. And Lizzy liked playing with them, rubbing, nibbling, tickling, giving her home pedicures, sucking her toes. They were petite, after all, size 6s. Not least but last, she remembered a night when Lizzy-Beth had asked her to give her a footjob in bed. It turned out to be one of the best nights of Lizzy's life.

Besides, for her part, parading around barefoot outside home was fun...and freeing. Especially in February. And this carpet felt good.

"Ta-daaaa!" she announced. She gave her blonde tresses a flip to complement her first fitting du jour.

Lizzy-Beth turned her way, along with a salesgirl she'd begun chatting up. Zoe heard her girlfriend wolf-whistle at her and felt her cheeks redden...and just a bit more as Lizzy wound her finger in an imperative circular motion. "Now twirl for us."

Zoe giggled, stood on tippy-toe and performed a slow 360°. She heard another wolf-whistle follow.

"What do you think?" Lizzy asked the salesgirl, whose nametag read CLARISSA.

Clarissa nodded approvingly. "I could go gay for her."

Lizzy-Beth laughed as Zoe turned to make sure she'd really heard what she thought she heard.

"Well, hey, now, don't get too carried away there; she's mine. But, I do like a woman who gets right to the point. And, eh," she paused to readdress Zoe, "I'd say that's a ringing endorsement, huh, babe?"

Zoe changed back into her arrival clothes (minus nylons, which were stuffed in her purse) and emerged, dress in hand. The prospect of the day's first purchase excited Lizzy, but also reminded her of something. She unzipped her own purse to find payment means.

"Yeah..." she confirmed, digging and sifting. She turned back to Clarissa. "Hey, Clare? I've had this purse for ages. It's getting kinda beat-up, and it's shrinking too. I can't find a gosh-damn thing in it. Have you got anything a little bigger, or easier to organize?"

"Oh, I think we could find something that suits your fancy," said Clarissa. She led her to the accessories department, Zoe scampering behind like a puppy. A dozen or three handbags later, Lizzy-Beth finally decided on her new pocketbook companion.

It was a black leather trapeze crossbody, pre-bedazzled in a crosshatch pattern with every color of the rainbow represented. It looked like bright fluorescent lines dancing in the dark. She loved it. She also loved that the inside was lined in white for easy visibility and access, and that its separate compartments were just ubiquitous. It was eye-catching without being obnoxiously loud, not too small or too unwieldy, and virtually impossible to lose one's belongings in. It might as well've had Lizzy's name literally written all over it. Its price—a bit more than double that of the maxi dress—made Lizzy-Beth hesitant, but her girlfriend insisted money was no object.

"Omigod, honey-bear, that is effing perfect!" Zoe very nearly swore. "No kidding, you have to lock that baby down. And I'll tell you why: I like my purse, but the more I look at that beauty, the less special mine seems. And if you dunno if you want it..." She shrugged. "...Well, I might just have to snatch it from you and buy it for myself."

"Oh, you don't have to compete over it," said Clarissa. "We can order a unit for you too. You can pick it up as soon as we get it in."

"Um, ix-nay, Clarissa," Zoe uttered. "Thou shalt not lead me into temptation. I don't really want it myself; I was just trying to make a point. I want Lizzy to have it, 'cause it's so perfect for her."

"Point taken, darling," said Lizzy-Beth. Turning back to Clarissa, she added, "I think it's a better idea for me to have it anyway. My girlfriend sometimes gets a little rough with her purse when she's had a bad day."

Zoe laughed. "She's right. Besides, her birthday's coming up."

"Really?!" Clarissa turned back to Lizzy-Beth. "Well, that is an occasion! When's the big day?"

"Oh, actually, not for a couple more weeks yet, Clare. Early next month, March 3rd."

"Well, how nice!" exclaimed Clarissa. "Well, I wouldn't impose so much as to invite myself to your party or anything, but perhaps I could give you an early present. How would you feel if I was able to knock fifty percent off the price?"

Four eyebrows jumped. "You...you can do that?" asked Zoe.

"Well, here's the thing," explained Clarissa, lowering her voice a notch. "I'd have to ring up the merchandise as is, to have the receipts in order and everything. I can't really authorize a markdown on my own. But I could get around it by enclosing your receipt in the bag along with half the money...directly from my own personal...purse."

Lizzy-Beth and Zoe almost synchronically began shaking their heads.

"Oh, no, no, please..." said Lizzy.

"W-we couldn't let you do that," Zoe overlapped her.

"Of course we couldn't," Lizzy added. "It would be wrong. We barely even know you, Clare."

"Oh, please let me," Clarissa pleaded. "Birthdays mean so much to me. When someone tells me their birthday's anywhere in sight, I just so much wanna give them something. Or do them a nice favor. And if it makes you feel weird or awkward, you might be interested to know that my birthday's on April 11th. You can always come back to the store and give me something," she grinned at them.

Zoe and Lizzy-Beth exchanged glances. That was a pretty persuasive argument.

"Well, okay," Lizzy agreed, now admittedly without much hesitation. The money wasn't really important, but in any case, she wanted this thing. And she really did need a new purse, not to mention a new system of organization. She grinned back at Clarissa.

"But only because you insist."

"I do," Clarissa confirmed, as a figure wandered into earshot. "Let's just please not let my boss find out."

"Let me find out what, Clarissa?"

The salesgirl froze. Sure enough, that was the voice of her boss and store manager Marsha. Her tone sounded curious and suspicious. She wasn't a fan of employees doing things work-related behind her back. Waiting for an answer, she crossed her arms behind Clarissa, whose face was awash in worry. It looked like she was in trouble. She'd said those last nine words just a bit too audibly. A few moments passed as Lizzy and Zoe gazed at them, and back to each other. They didn't want Clarissa to be in trouble either. She'd been so nice to them. They felt the need to jump to her rescue. Lizzy-Beth quickly threw together an explanation in her mind and piped up first.