Recursion B>C

RECURSION

B>C

“This is ridiculous,” Joe mumbles for the nineteenth time.

“Shut up,” Olivia chides, as she paints his fingernails lavender, “This is fun.”

Joe frowns at his girlfriend. “We’re adults, I don’t know why we had to lie to your parents that this was a slumber party and that I’m your gal pal…”

“I told you, my parents are super conservative and don’t want me having “sleepovers” until I’m lawfully married in the eyes of the law and church.” She leans forward and blows on his purple nails.

“Okay, but why are you treating me like your girlfriend?” Joe snatches back his hand; between the romcom chick flicks, makeovers, manicures, and the oversized popstar T-shirt she has him dressed in, the evening has been totally weird. Yes it was nice to see her during summer college break, and yes he was excited to get laid, but he wasn’t thrilled about all this girly shit. 

“Because it’s fun,” Olivia scolds. “I do guy shit with you all the time: tailgates, football Sundays, camping, fishing trips! Sometimes I like to do girly stuff too. It’s your turn to cater to my interests.” Olivia brushes her long red hair behind her ears, “Besides… haven’t you ever been curious about what we girls get up to when there aren’t any boys around…?”

Joe’s sex radar pings: “Well… in the ‘documentaries’ I watch it’s usually a lot of fancy underwear, and kissing practice that turns into friendly lesbian sex….”

Olivia laughs and rolls her eyes, “Yeah, right.”

Joe pouts, “So that was all a lie?”

“Most of it,” Olivia says with a sly grin.

“What do you mean?”

“Pillow fight!” She whaps Joe in the face. Joe sputters and laughs and grabs the pillow from her hands, gives her a return cushiony blow. Olivia shrieks and rolls off the bed, snatches up the other two pillows and comes up swinging, hitting Joe on the shoulder and hip. Joe giggles and ducks, bops Olivia in the tummy. Olivia stumbles backward in mock pain, but blocks Jo’s next lazy chop and hits him back, a solid blow right in his big soft left tit, which makes her yelp in pain. “You bitch!” Joanna squeals around her laughter, pushing Olive back onto the bed in a puddle of giggles. Joanna pounces on her, straddles her girlfriend and prepares to administer the cushion de gras, but Olive tickles her ribs and yanks Jo’s long honey blonde ponytail, dragging her into a passionate kiss. 

Jo smirks, “I thought you told your parents this was just a slumber party.”

“Don’t you know we girls always fuck at sleepovers?”

Jo laughs, “You watch too much straight porn.”

“I’d rather make some of my own…” Olive presses her thighs up between Jo’s bare legs. “Gal pal…”

“Ohhhh...” Joanna says as Olive slides her fingers up her long smooth thigh, questing towards the blooming warmth of her cunt…

They hear a car pull up into the driveway and the garage door opening! Both girls freeze, deers in the headlights, hearts racing…

“Fuck!” Olive gasps, “My parents must have come home early! Shit! Act straight!”

The two women scramble apart and yank on shorts and fix their hair, try not to look like they were nearly caught having sex.

“Living room,” Olive says and Jo nods.

The two girls dash through the door and evacuate Olive’s bedroom>>>