#ItDoesn’tChafe
Part X
Ronnie sat in the car trembling. Max was still walking around to the drivers side. ‘It’s OK. You’re OK. See the pulse ox meter is already showing a steady rhythm. Let me grab the bloodpressure meter.’ She bent forward and conjured up the digital bloodpressure meter with the self inflating cuff that they kept in the car for this very purpose. Max stroked the side of Ronnie’s face to calm her down.
They’d only taken Scotty for a short hike in the hills and Ronnie’s bloodpressure had tanked. The changes in elevation caused her system to have issues. She was crying quietly. As the bloodpressure cuff inflated, Max hugged her. ‘It just means you aren’t ready for this yet. It’s not like it won’t be better ever.’ She kissed her on the top of her head. Her bloodpressure was OK again.
‘You want to go home?’ Max asked. Ronnie just nodded on her shoulder, hiding her face and her tears. ‘Buckle up, you can sleep if you want. Want a drink from that coffeeplace that we’ll pass on the way down?’ Ronnie nodded again. By the time they’d pulled out of the parking lot Ronnie was breathing softly but audibly in her ear. She’d fallen asleep. The stress had taken it out of her.
When she pulled up at the coffee place Ronnie was still sleeping. Max decided against waking her. ‘Scotty, be a good boy and take care of mommy, I’ll be right back.’ Scotty scooted forward and put his head on Ronnie’s lap, focusing on her face. She moved her hand automatically to stroke his snout and ears, in her sleep. Max closed the door as quietly as she could and then locked it with the remote.
The car beeped in response. Fuck! Of course it did. Fortunately it didn’t wake Ronnie. Max quickly went to the coffeeplace, ordered two milky teas to go and some hearty pastries along with a pup cup, tapped her card on the machine, leaving a generous tip and rushed back to the car. Ronnie was still out like a light. Max checked her pulse manually. Strong, proper filling, normal sinus rhythm, no weirdness. Just tired. She kissed Ronnie on the forehead and put the drinks in the cup holder and the pastry in front of her on the dash. Scotty got his pup cup for having been such a good boy.
The next leg of the journey had more traffic and took longer to get through, despite it being shorter in distance. When they were fifteen minutes away from home, Ronnie’s eyes fluttered and opened. ‘Hey you.’ ‘Hey.’ Max put her hand on Ronnie’s knee and pinched it encouragingly. ‘I brought you a pastry, and a milky tea. It’s there in the console. I let you sleep, you were looking so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.’ ‘Aww, thank you. You’re the best.’ As she bit into the pastry she leaned her head on Max’ shoulder again.
Ronnie put her hand on Max’ leg and started tickling the inside of her thighs, very near her crotch. ‘Baby! No! Kssht! Shoo! Get! I’m driving! I don’t want to die!’ ‘It’s called Le Petit Mort in French for a reason. ..’ ‘You’re incorrigable.’ ‘I know.’ She didn’t stop the tickling.
She put the drink on her lips and looked very innocently ahead, with her hand on her girlfriends lap, pretending nothing was going on. A police SUV drove by, by some happenstance. They were seated higher and could look in. They didn’t pull them over. Max was sweating now. It wasn’t hot in the car, the airco was on. ‘Listen, if you stop now, I’ll do anything you want me to do, when we get home. I’ll. . I’ll. .’ She couldn’t think straight as the tickling was terribly distracting whilst also trying to drive and focus on the traffic.
Ronnie smirked and put the coffee cup down. She pulled down her whole pants and sat back on the car chair. It felt cold to the touch. And then whilst tickling Max, she started to tickle herself. They passed the police SUV again. It had pulled over another unfortunate driver. Probably they’d been giving road-head to the driver. That’s a no no. Eyes on the road and two hands on the steering wheel. Them’s the rules, buster.
Max and Ronnie looked at each other and giggled, realising the same thought most likely at the same time. Ronnie decided to behave and pulled up the sweatpants she had been wearing. ‘Don’t tell the cop where this finger has been.’ She put her finger on Max’ lips, who licked it quickly. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t. Can’t blab on my favorite patient, now can I?’
When they pulled into their driveway, Scotty started wagging his tail. Time to tell the pack that he’d been allowed to go with their moms on a long walk. He’d be the envy of the pack. Smelling heavenly of all kinds of new scents and smells. His tail was all bushy when he jumped out and went inside. Ronnie’s gait was normal again, vigorous and balanced. Max grabbed her ass, when the door closed and yoinked her pants down.
As she did so, she mumbled ‘Revenge!’ from between Ronnie’s legs, who just stood there and delighted in being ravaged. ‘I feel like Scotty. His girlfriends have their noses stuck up all in his business too.’ She giggled at Max. Max winked at her and didn’t relent. This girl was cumming on her tongue before she’d leave this hallway. She clenched her hands tighter on her, to not allow her to escape. She didn’t. She did cum. A lot. They kissed after.
(continued in part XI)