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The Infidelity Fallout

Penny sighed deeply and cracked open a beer, looking around the cheap, cheesy motel room way the fuck outside of Barstow, pondering the strange, bizarre turn her life had taken in the month since she and Amy had last fucked, that crazy night with Sheldon that ended with Penny fucking Amy so hard that when she came it felt like the world had ended.

As intense as it was, it seemed like a distant memory now; there’d been precious little in the way of eroticism in her life since then. And what Amy had been through…Penny thought back to Amy’s little drunken story.

She’d had to track Amy down to this shithole motel after she’d disappeared yesterday, drunk and depressed, and no one knew where she had gone to. Amy and Sheldon had been on the outs for weeks, and from what Amy had just now told her, it sounded as if their marriage was probably over. Apparently Amy had gone into full-on slut-bunny mode both before and after Sheldon kicked her out; she’d fucked Bert, and Bernadette (Penny felt a hot, surprising stab of jealousy at that thought), she’d gotten naked with that hot black waitress from the bar whose name Penny couldn't remember, and Sheldon had apparently walked in on Amy at work squatting on her female lab assistant’s face, and that had been it.

Penny hadn’t spoken a word to her since they’d last fucked, not before tonight. Amy had been drunk and maudlin after spilling her story; she’d clumsily tried to hit on Penny and cried when Penny turned her down, but Penny had held her, stroking her hair while she cried herself to sleep. Penny was now sitting here pondering the startling revelations, but even more importantly how some of this affected her.

She had never thought much about what having sex with other women might mean for her, at least not before this latest thing with Amy. She certainly never considered herself a lesbian, nor even bisexual. She was a good Nebraska girl, from a good--ok, a slightly fucked-up—Nebraska family.

Good Nebraska girls might, when they were young, fool around with other hot girls—sometimes because it was fun and adventurous and forbidden, sometimes because a superfly guy wanted a threesome with two cute girls and it was no big deal. Certainly, a good Nebraska girl might do that. She might even let her best girlfriend go down on her from time to time when she wanted good head. What a good Nebraska girl didn’t do, not when she would soon be pushing 40 and was more-or-less happily married, was fall in love with a mousy, married female physicist who’d been her best friend for a decade and had just won the Nobel Prize.

Falling in love? Penny asked herself. She paused for a long time, just sitting and thinking. Is that what’s happening here? She was confused for a bit, but decided she couldn’t really duck the question, not after all that was happening lately. She was fairly certain that Amy was in love with her, at least.

Shit. Did I bring this on myself? Why didn’t I see this coming? I should have just left well-enough alone; this all started that night that never should have happened at Bernadette’s.

Yes, it had looked like love. And ever since then, in her heart of hearts, she had to admit to herself that it had felt like love. Maybe that’s why her relationship with Amy had been so tempestuous, so hot-then-cold lately. Like something new and unexpected and nerv-wracking had sprouted from their long friendship.

Or had it always been there, hidden right below the surface, waiting for just the right sequence of events to make the seed grow? She had fallen in love a couple of times in her life, and had also had any number of mad crushes. The tricky thing was that they felt so much alike at first. Which begged the question—which was more problematic here? Love or lust?

It was one thing to let Amy go down on her from time to time; she knew Amy was horny, wasn’t getting anything from anyone for years (up until lately.) Penny got to have a nice orgasm, and Amy got—whatever it was Amy got out of it. Penny grimaced as she realized that she had, in her more cynical moments, considered it throwing Amy a bone.

Even that, though, was one thing. It was quite another to have passionate, insane sex for hours on end, to kiss and make out and hold one another and stare into her eyes, to have weird, frankly…violent intercourse, Penny’s body doing things it had never done before, her mind and soul going to strange places—some dark and ancient, like wells where something forgotten lurked, some bright and wonderful, sunny and luminescent, but still no less terrifying. She still had never properly come to grips with what had happened the last time she had seen Amy.

Just what the hell was I thinking? Penny’s eyes started to water a bit at the thought that she had unintentionally hurt her dearest friend. God I can be such a selfish bitch at times. Only thinking about what I want. There it was again, that nagging question that had been in the back of her head since that crazy, fateful night. What do I want? Am I falling for her? But the implications of that thought were too much for her: following that through to its logical conclusion led to a Pandora’s box she wasn’t even close to being willing to open yet. For all that they were more on the outs than they had ever been, she and Amy were best friends. Their husbands were best friends. For the first time she started feeling guilty about what might happen to her marriage because of what went on between her and Amy behind closed doors, how many marriages and friendships might be damaged or destroyed by her and Amy if anyone found out what they’d been up to. She wasn’t entirely comfortable even with just Bernadette knowing, (much less with Bernie and Amy fucking) but there was nothing to be done about that now.

And I made such a big deal of Leonard making out with Mandy Chao just before we got married. She had to admit to herself that what she and Amy had done was orders of magnitude worse than that little kerfuffle of Leonard’s, and they hadn’t even been married yet. Orders of magnitude? Who says that? That’s what I get from hanging out with so many geniuses over the years. Rubs off on you.

She abruptly finished her beef off with a long chug. The implications (she kept coming back to that word. More smart people concepts, she sighed) for her and Leonard’s marriage, for Amy and Sheldon’s—it was too much for her. Right now she had to focus on helping Amy, make sure she wasn’t doing anything too crazy.

But it was too late for that if what Sheldon had told her about Amy were true—getting wasted all the time, driving while she was loaded, having an affair with her lab assistant, sucking off strange dudes at the dirty store for Christ’s sake? She was already engaging in dangerous behavior. And now being on the outs with her best friend and her husband, and disappearing, and drinking like she had been—it sounded dangerous, and Amy might get herself into real trouble if she hadn’t already. And somewhere deep inside, Penny was afraid that it might be at least partly her fault. She chugged her beer, grabbed another, and sat down to think about how she could help Amy, but came up with nothing. She tried hard not to stare at her naked friend on the bed.

Amy had gotten up to piss a little while ago, and had come out of the bathroom stark naked, making one final clumsy pass at Penny before passing out on the bed. It was egregiously hot in the room, and Penny herself was just wearing her bra and panties.

Penny briefly tried hard not to gawk, but soon gave in: she couldn’t help admiring Amy’s amazing figure as she lay naked on the bed and Penny walked slowly across the room to lay beside her. Amy’s body was so very different from her own lean, muscular tautness. She wondered if Amy knew just how attractive she was to Penny; a feeling of warm affection for this woman swept through her, and Penny resolved to tell her someday.

She thought for a moment, wondering why she couldn’t take her eyes off Amy now, where she hadn’t been interested at all while Amy was hitting on her just a little while ago. Awake, Amy had been drunk and annoying and needy; asleep now, she was quiet, at peace, perfectly still except for the faint motion of her breathing. Penny also realized it had been weeks since she last came; after that weird orgasm war she and Amy had had awhile ago (Penny sighed involuntarily at the memory of that), she hadn’t been that into sex, which was strange for her. She and Leonard had fucked a couple of times since then, but it hadn’t done much for her, and she had been so stressed and weirded out by the whole thing going on with Amy that, until right now, she hadn’t realized that the reason Leonard wasn’t doing it for her, the reason she wasn’t even doing it for herself, was that she wanted Amy.

Her immediate temptation was to get the vodka bottle off the bureau top and make a drink, to try and run from this life-complicating knowledge the way Amy had been doing for some time now, but Penny was tired of doing that. She stopped herself and lay back down, allowing herself to be unafraid, even if just for a moment, at this unsurprising and somehow obvious realization.

She went back to admiring Amy, who was lying on her side. Her skin was smooth and soft—she was so milky white! But it wasn’t an unhealthy pallor; instead she was creamy; alluring. Amy’s long brown tresses were draped over her shoulder, random yet somehow picture perfect, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her curves were amazing—incredibly generous hips in an ideal ratio to her waist, breasts that were rather small but delectable, with a few faint blue veins running up to pale pink areolae that were always slightly puffy—almost virginal. Penny decided that Amy had the proportions of (a perhaps slightly rounder) one of those marble statues of naked women from ancient Greece.

There was a vast expanse of flat skin in between Amy’s belly and the outer curve of her hip; room enough for Penny to place her hand there and spread the fingers out, which she found herself doing almost before she realized it, pressing gently downward to feel Amy’s pelvic bone faintly through the flesh. Her belly was soft and smooth; slightly pooched with a faint line trailing from her navel up to her rib cage and down toward her smooth mons, delineating her abdominal muscles ever so slightly.

Penny found her hand gradually inching downward, reveling in the softness of Amy’s belly, fingers brushing gently across Amy’s mound. Her middle finger slid into Amy’s slit and found her clitoris; it was small and warm, nestled in the moist darkness. Penny began to flush and feel the heat of desire rise in her strong and fast as she slid her finger downward and into Amy’s pussy, where it was faintly lubricated, and she gently began moving it in and out.

Amy stirred and Penny went as if to jerk her hand away, but she was incredibly horny and in a second she had slipped her panties off and she was rubbing herself as well. It was an awkward angle, but Amy stirred in her sleep and rolled over onto her back. Penny raised the finger that had just been inside Amy to her nose and smelled it; the scent was strangely and deeply exciting to her; a faint swoon washed over her. She smeared a little of Amy on her lip so the intoxicating scent would linger, then put her finger in her mouth and sucked all the moisture off while it was still warm. Her eyes closed and she found herself even more excited than she had been. She thought briefly about waking Amy up for sex, but, shocked at herself, she realized that she was incredibly aroused with the forbidden feeling of secretly molesting her best friend while she slept.

Now that Amy was on her back Penny was able to finger fuck her even more easily, and she was amazed that Amy hadn’t woken up. She leaned down and ever-so-gently took Amy’s breast in her mouth; the nipple had retreated completely into the pale pink circle of her areola, so that the whole was a slightly raised plateau on top of the white mound. Now Penny began masturbating in earnest.

It didn’t take Penny long; she closed her eyes, tensed herself, and very quietly (which was hard for her) she came; stiff-legged and trying not to move too much, she thrust her pelvis forward in two quick motions and froze there, ass lifted off the bed, six-pack abs glistening with sweat and tight as a drum. She muffled what threatened to be a loud groan by reflexively biting down on Amy’s breast. Amy grunted and shifted a bit in her sleep but Penny hardly noticed; both hands and her mouth were busy and when she was done with her orgasm her eyes slowly opened and she pulled out of Amy, inhaling quickly as she realized she’d been holding her breath to keep from crying out.

She looked down and saw her own saliva glistening on Amy’s areola, which was surrounded by the faint but unmistakable indentation of teeth marks. She cleaned the finger that had been inside Amy off in her mouth again, leaving it there for a moment, enjoying the taste as she slowly suckled it the way she might suckle a lover’s finger. She thought about wiping the moisture from Amy’s breast but decided to leave it there to air dry as she continued enjoying the vista of her best friend’s body.

Penny tried to feel bad, to feel guilty or ashamed somehow but those emotions just wouldn’t materialize. Yes, Amy was passed out drunk, but was it wrong to touch her like this when she knew Amy wanted it probably more than anything in the world, when she had in fact been all but begging Penny for a fuck not an hour ago? No, Penny decided, and in fact she knew that if Amy knew she would be thrilled, but Penny also knew that this was going to be her secret; it felt intimate and private, and therefore special.

Realizing for the first time that something like this was possible, she thought back to all the times she and Amy had slept naked or semi-clothed in the same bed and wondered if Amy had ever done this to her. She remembered a faint, hazy memory of feeling like she was getting groped one night by Amy when they had gone away for a spa weekend and everyone was switching rooms; the night she and Leonard had almost fucked even though they were broken up at the time. She wondered if it were a dream or if something had actually happened. Penny decided that not only didn’t she mind if Amy had, but a secret part of her actually hoped it was so.

The long drive out had exhausted her; after a pee and a quick vodka shot she took off her bra and climbed into bed. After texting Leonard a quick good night, Penny lay down. Amy had rolled over again on her side, facing away from Penny, and after Penny shut off the light she put her arm around Amy’s waist and pulled close to her despite the heat, the curves of their naked bodies aligning perfectly as both women found rest in the warm darkness. Penny inhaled the heady scent of Amy, still on her lips, and she sighed and shuddered slightly. Unlike the last time she and Amy had spooned, so long ago now it seemed, after that night at the playhouse, Penny was out like a light as soon as her head hit the pillow.

***

They had both slept like logs; when Penny’s eyes opened, she was still wrapped around Amy. Amy was clutching Penny’s hand tightly to her chest; it was holding one of Amy’s breasts, warm and floppy and somehow comforting. She gave it a gentle squeeze, sensing that Amy was awake.

“This is nice,” said Amy quietly, and Penny could see perfectly in her mind’s eye the soft smile that must be on Amy’s face. Penny leaned up on her elbow, swept Amy’s hair aside and tenderly kissed the soft, downy-fine hairs covering the back of her neck.

After sobbing her eyes and pouring her heart out last night, Amy was exhausted and not feeling well, but most of the sadness seemed to have ebbed away for the moment. Amy turned toward Penny; Penny saw that she had imagined Amy’s smile perfectly. Amy said “I had this crazy dream that we were having sex last night. It was so vivid I could’ve sworn it was real.”

Penny hoped her face wasn’t coloring too much, and she swallowed in discomfort. “Yeah, some crazy dream huh?”

“Yeah. When I went to sleep, I could’ve sworn you had at least some clothes on,” Amy went on.

“Well, you know…it was hot. Besides, I didn’t think you’d mind.” Penny gave Amy a lecherous wink.

“Not at all,” Amy said, and planted a quick kiss on Penny’s lips. She hated to get up, but her head was killing her and she really had to pee. Penny responded to Leonard’s good morning text as Amy jumped up. It was only slightly cooler when they had awoken, and it seemed as though the day was rapidly heating up, so neither woman bothered to put on clothes. Amy put her glasses on and cranked the janky air conditioner as she came back from the bathroom. It wheezed and sputtered, and neither had any hope that it would help much. Amy sat down on the cheap wood and vinyl chair at the table and poured herself a straight vodka.

“Jesus Amy, a little early don’t you think?”

“Uh, pot-kettle-black?” Amy groused, but she couldn’t feel too irritated. Penny, propped naked on the bed, was the very vision of loveliness and Amy had no wish to spoil the moment, not least because she was hoping to join Penny there for some fun after her hangover eased back a bit. She had let Penny play with her when she thought Amy asleep last night; Amy couldn’t decide yet whether or not to tell Penny that she knew, but if she did, she was going to have some fun with it. She never could figure out why she was always so blasted horny when she was hung over! At any rate, the last thing she wanted right now was for either of them to put clothes on.

“I just need a hair of the dog. I get hangovers still, but I don’t puke very often now,” Amy went on, almost as if bragging.

Penny rolled her eyes. “Congratulations—you’ve taken an important step down the road towards full-blown alcoholism,” she said with a flatly sardonic tone, but there was mischief in her eyes as well as concern. “At least mix it with some OJ and make a screwdriver. Then it’s a respectable morning drink.”

“Rationalizing,” Amy laughed. “Finding excuses to drink whenever you want—is that another important step?”

“You bet,” said Penny. She got up and rummaged through the bag of food she had brought with her. There was a puddle of melting ice water in the bottom of the cheap plastic ice bucket, and Penny handed that and the OJ to Amy. “Might as well make me one too, I guess.”

“You don’t have a hangover, so why do you need a hair of the dog?” asked Amy playfully.

“I don’t. That’s why mine’s an eye-opener,” she said. “Just make me one, will ya?”

Amy did so. Amy’s first screwdriver went down quickly, and she made another. Penny said nothing this time. Amy was feeling the need to get a load on; right now, the sadness about what felt increasingly like the imminent dissolution of her marriage came flooding back and threatened to overwhelm her, and she just wasn’t capable of dealing with that at the moment. Teary-eyed, she tossed back the second one and went on to a third. Penny looked at her concernedly and seemed about to say something, but then thought better of it. Amy was starting to feel a bit better now, buzzed and distant from her sadness.

They sat and sipped their drinks in silence, and after a bit Amy rifled through her purse and pulled out a slightly crumpled joint, doing her best to straighten it. “Speaking of eye-openers, this should put the last of that hangover to bed.”

“Really Amy? Since when do you…oh, right. I forgot that you’re Drugs Bunny now,” said Penny, skeptically eyeing the small brown bottle of poppers and the plastic tub of cannabis gummies that sat on top of the bureau.

Amy shrugged and lit the joint. She took a few puffs, letting the mellow, psychedelic spaciness of the indica wash over her, feeling the last of her concern ebb away. She found that the weed was making her feel even hornier (as it often did), and she didn’t realize that she was eyeing Penny lustfully now. Absentmindedly her finger found her own twat and she noticed that she was starting to get wet, and her nipples were coming alive. She looked up and frowned; Penny was absorbed in her phone.

“Want some?” asked Amy, holding the doobie out to Penny but spreading her legs ever-so-slightly in a crude but clear double-entendre.

Penny rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smirking a bit, and she looked hesitantly at the joint. “I don’t know…I haven’t been stoned in like 15 years. Not since I was dancing at that strip club in North Hollywood.”

“What?!” Amy blurted out, sitting up. “No…you never told me about that. Why hasn’t anyone ever heard of this?”

“It’s not exactly something I’m proud of. I was hard up when I first moved out here from Omaha, so I did what I needed to get by. Oh, let me have that thing,” she gestured to Amy, who came and sat beside her on the bed.

Penny took a long draw and started choking and sputtering. Amy laughed as Penny handed it back to her, eyes already blazing red.

“So, tell me more about this stripping gig you had,” said Amy, drawing on the joint again.

“Not much to tell really. I didn’t do it for too long before I took the job at the Cheesecake Factory, although dancing was much better money. That’s where I met Kurt; he was a bouncer at the club.” She took the joint back from Amy.

“Who’s Kurt?” Amy asked, but her mind was really set on trying to get Penny on her back. Penny passed her the joint and Amy lay down on her back, sucking lazily at it, then she passed it back to her friend.

“No one important,” replied Penny wheezily, while holding in a big hit. She exhaled. “He was my first California boyfriend. We dated off and on for a few years before Leonard and I got together.”

“Is that so?” said Amy, spacing off on Penny’s tits and not really paying attention anymore. She took the last of the joint from Penny, who looked totally zoned out right now, and took one more big hit then dropped the roach into an empty beer can on the floor, where it hissed and sputtered out.

Amy turned back toward Penny and scooted closer, her intentions clear. Penny looked confused: she was red-eyed and spacy. Penny was sitting up with her back against the wall, breasts loose and hanging in the warm morning air. Amy tentatively leaned over and took Penny’s right nipple in her mouth, twirling her tongue around it and putting some suction to it. Penny gasped and grabbed Amy’s head, holding it tight to her breast, enjoying the sensation, but then she stood up murmuring about having to go pee, and headed to the bathroom.

Amy sighed. For some reason the thought of rubbing one out in front of Penny felt lascivious and delicious instead of sad and desperate; besides, she was so horny and stoned now that getting off was her main concern. She leaned over to her suitcase by the side of the bed and got out Mr. Pink. She lay her head back on the pillow, spread her legs, found her clit, and then moaned as her toy slid easily inside her, all the way to its base, and she began fucking herself.

Jesus I’m stoned! Amy thought. Between the screwdrivers and the joint she was really starting to feel loaded, and she concentrated on the memory that suddenly popped into her mind of riding Bert’s immense cock in her lab a few weeks ago. She heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open and she smiled, feeling her desire intensify now that she knew Penny was watching her.

As Penny came out of the bathroom to find Amy busy getting off in bed, she paused. Frankly she had been turned on all morning: earlier, watching Amy sitting over there in the corner, naked and frowzy and wearing nothing but her glasses, puffing away on the joint and staring off into space, Penny had become really turned on.

She didn’t know why exactly that particular image had gotten to her, other than maybe she thought that women’s bodies looked best in the morning, with no lines from clothing seams and everything hanging loose and natural, but from that moment she had known they were going to get it on. She hadn’t been stoned in forever, and though she felt completely baked and slightly anxious, she thought that that, too, was making her horny. She smiled and lay down on her stomach on the bed.

“Here, let me help you with that,” she said, and Amy looked up, slightly surprised. She scooted back as Penny took the dildo from her, drawing it all the way out until the tip was all that was left inside before plunging it in to the hilt. Amy scooted back to give Penny some more room and started to take her glasses off.

“No…leave those on,” Penny breathed heavily. “I think they’re sexy.” Amy smiled and did as she was told, and then Penny buried her face between Amy’s soft, creamy thighs.

Penny took to the task with relish. With her left hand she expertly worked the dildo in and out of Amy’s twat, pulling it out just so the widest part was right outside Amy’s cunt and then pushing it back in with a rotating twist. With her other hand she kept Amy’s labia spread so she could enjoy the beautiful view.

Penny teased a bit first; she licked and kissed Amy’s inner lips as her friend moaned and began undulating her pelvis. She then gave a couple of tentative, playful licks at Amy’s clit, hearing her sigh in ecstasy, feeling her own clit hardening rapidly as she settled into the delightful task of getting Amy off. She flicked at Amy’s clit with her tongue, occasionally taking it into her mouth and sucking on it, pushing her mouth down hard and lashing at it with her tongue; she even took it gently into her teeth and gave it the tiniest bite, much to Amy’s obvious pleasure. She went up under Amy’s tiny hood and tongued it there too.

She could feel that Amy was getting ready to cum, but Penny didn’t want it to be over so quickly, so she slowed down a bit, doing some gentle sucking and kissing on Amy’s inner labia, occasionally moving up to her clit to suckle it hard for a few seconds, letting it pop back out of her mouth with a quiet, wet smack! She could feel Amy’s desperation for an orgasm almost as though it were her own, but she pulled back again, hearing Amy grunt in what could only be disappointment. Penny was really relishing this; she didn’t know if it was the weed or what but she felt like a dirty girl, like a horny slut who simply loved giving and receiving orgasms, and it was the most natural feeling in the world. She decided it was time to give Amy what she wanted.

She propped herself up more on her right arm to free the left from under her body and began fucking Amy more vigorously with the dildo, in and out more rapidly as she used the thumb of her free hand to flick Amy’s bean in increasingly rapid strokes. She found that she wanted to get chatty.

“Yeah Amy, that’s my girl,” she half whispered. “I want you to cum. Are you going to cum for me Amy?” She almost laughed at her own banter, but she was incredibly turned on.

“Yes,” Amy murmured, then louder “Yes!”

“That’s my girl. Amy, you’re such a dirty little slut. Do you need to cum?”

“Yes, god yes!” Amy said even louder, and started to thrash her pelvis up and down. “Oh please, I need to cum so bad!”

“Ok then cum for me. Cum for me baby!” With that she plunged the dildo all the way in, switching to deep, rotating strokes, and took Amy’s clit and lips into her mouth, putting incredible pressure and intense suction on them, coupled with furious and expert tonguework.

Amy gave an animalistic, nonverbal utterance and grabbed two fistfuls of Penny’s short hair, shoving her box as deeply into Penny’s mouth as it could go. She cried out and held Penny’s head to her with furious strength, arching her back and then stiffening. She gave another wail and started gasping, bucking up and down.

Penny held on to her connection like she was riding a bronco, almost orgasming herself, so great was her pleasure at making Amy cum this hard. Just as she started to slow down Amy groaned.

“Wait…don’t stop! I’m about to cum again.” Penny renewed her attention and Amy spasmed again, thrashing even more furiously as another orgasm washed through her. Finally she let up on Penny’s head and lay there panting.

Penny was dizzy with lust and exertion; she looked up to see Amy covered in sweat, eyes closed in a delirious grin. Amy may have been spent but Penny was just getting started, and suddenly she knew exactly what she wanted.

“My turn!” she said, and, pulling the dildo out of Amy’s still spasming cunt (much to Amy’s disappointment) she stood on the bed and stuffed it into her own soaking twat, giving a grunt of pleasure as the fat part slid into her. She rubbed her clit furiously from side to side as Amy looked on, still smiling her shit-eating grin and occasionally spasming.

“Come here,” said Amy. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Penny smiled lustily. “It’s like you read my mind, girl.”

Penny turned around and put her thighs on either side of Amy’s head, then bent down so they could 69, and before she knew it Penny’s dripping twat was positioned over Amy’s face and her tongue was working Amy’s clit again.

Amy didn’t have as much experience at this as Penny, but she was a fast learner. She found it hard to work the toy but got her hand up and started deep fucking Penny with it, concentrating more on sucking Penny’s enormous clit. It was getting swollen again, almost like a small penis, she thought: I’m practically giving her a blow job! Penny was so excited that Amy knew she was going to cum any second, so she let go of the toy and was content to let it ride, grabbing Penny about the waste and pulling her down onto her face.

Penny came almost as soon as Amy did that; she left her ministrations on Amy’s clit for a second to lift her head, gave a howl that was almost like a sob and ground herself down onto Amy’s face; she went into rapid, spastic contractions forward and back, forward and back, gasping and grunting, and in response to her pussy’s spasming the dildo shot out of her and bounced off of Amy’s forehead, who couldn’t help but laugh. Penny then surprised Amy by going straight back to work on her clit even as she herself was still cumming, and before she knew it Amy was orgasming again, this time with Penny’s engorged clit buried in her mouth and pussy juice flowing from out Penny’s twat and into Amy’s nose.

It was an incredible experience for both women: covered in one another’s sweat and writhing back and forth on one another with maximum body contact, mouths and noses full of the inebriating taste and scent of each other’s womanhood.

Penny sat up, and playfully ground her box onto Amy’s face. “Hold on there cowgirl. I need another one.” This time she turned around so that she was straddling Amy’s face the other way, hands on the wall above the headboard of the cheap bed.

Amy lost herself completely in the moment, letting her hands roam up Penny’s torso as Penny undulated back and forth on her face. Penny’s tits were swaying gently and Amy was enraptured; she’d never seen them from this angle before, dangling pendulously above her face. Her friend’s breathtaking body was on full display like this, and Amy was furiously horny again; she actually thought she could cum once more.

But it was Penny’s turn now; Amy had had several orgasms already. She plunged her tongue into Penny’s vagina, all but drinking the nectar that was pouring from it. She gripped Penny’s hips and pulled her tighter down onto her face, pulling Penny’s clit into her mouth and stroking it for all it was worth with her tongue. Penny soon started to grind furiously on her face again, leaning against the wall, and then all at once she stopped, let out a scream and pounded the wall with her fists. Someone on the other side of the wall pounded back but the two barely noticed.

“Fuck, Amy? Fuck fuck fuck fuck…FUUUCK!” She pounded the wall again with a thunderous, double-fisted slam. Amy loved the way Penny sometimes called Amy’s name out like a question when she came. It was like she was unconscious, and Amy would’ve laughed had she not been so intently focused on Penny’s pleasure. Finally, Penny shuddered and collapsed, falling sideways off of Amy’s face onto the bed, dripping with sweat and panting like a dog.

Amy’s face was killing her; it felt like she’d cut the bottom of her tongue with her teeth, and Penny had been grinding on her so hard that her lips were numb, and she was sure that they too had been damaged by the ferocity of Penny’s orgasm. Goddamn that girl can cum! Amy smiled at that.

Despite all the physical discomfort of her mouth, Amy was awash with pleasure; the weed high had melded with her orgasms and morphed into something strange and new. She saw paisley shapes writhing on the ceiling, twisting and morphing into disparate new patterns, and every nerve ending in her body felt alive with a delicious fire. She scooted over toward Penny to lay her head on her belly, but Penny pushed her away.

“Give me a second Amy; I’m too hot right now.”

Amy was nonplussed. “Agreed,” she panted, and the two just lay there for a few minutes, stoned and blissed out.

Penny suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. “Oh my god Amy I’m so fucking hungry right now! Hand me that bag; there’s some Cheetos and Ding Dongs in there.”

Amy handed her the grocery bag. “How on earth do you keep that body eating this kind of crap?” she asked, while greedily stuffing her mouth full of Cheetos. “I’m gonna need some real food eventually. There’s a diner across the highway.”

“Good deal. I could eat like a million pancakes right now. With some sausages and bacon. And coffee…Jesus I’m stoned. Need to get some caffeine in me.”

“Yes.” Amy sat up. “And then let’s go swimming.”

Penny just nodded, finishing a mouthful of cheese puffs while pulling the foil off of a Ding Dong.

Penny got into the shower for a quick rinse, refusing to let Amy join her. She knew what shower time with Amy would likely lead to, and as enticing as that thought was, she was starving and needed some real food. Once Amy was showered she got out to get dressed.

Penny was wearing her red tank-top with the white lace fringe at the bottom, and some insanely tight black denim short shorts. Amy toweled off as Penny finished dressing. She walked up to Penny and put her hand on Penny’s ass as she bent over to tie her shoe.

Penny laughed and smacked her hand away. “Come on; I wanna go eat.”

Amy got dressed in a pair of jeans that she thought flattered her figure, and a tight, simple black t-shirt that said ‘E=mc2’ in yellow block letters. When her back was turned Penny spontaneously smacked Amy’s ass, hard.

“Damn, Amy, you’ve got such a nice fat ass. And I mean that in the best way. Those jeans rock. You should dress that way more often!” Penny was actually kind of stunned; she was so used to seeing Amy in her frumpy long skirts and sweater vests that it was almost like looking at a whole new woman.

“I have been dressing this way for a while now. You just haven’t seen it.”

Penny seemed taken aback and cast her eyes down.

“Penny…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. It’s just that…”

“I know Amy. No need for an apology. I’ve been shutting you out lately and it’s not fair.”

Amy felt overcome with emotion, and her eyes began to tear up. She sat down for a moment in the cheap chair, and Penny put her hand on Amy’s shoulder, casually rubbing it.

Amy composed herself, reaching across her shoulder to still Penny’s hand and hold it for a second. “Let’s go get some breakfast,” she said.

They headed out into the bright sun of mid-morning and waited for a lull in the traffic. They were both of them high as kites, and as Amy dashed across the road following her bestie, she couldn’t help but feel on top of the world.

There was a lounge in the restaurant, and they sat at a table in the dim room. They ordered breakfast, and Penny ordered a tequila sunrise. Amy decided she was still feeling a little loaded and didn’t want to have anything more to drink until after she ate, so she just ordered coffee.

“So you’re getting another eye-opener, eh?” Amy teased as Penny’s drink arrived.

“Naw, this one’s just an aperitif,” said Penny.

Amy laughed. “Somehow I doubt that tequila and OJ qualify as an aperitif. Do you have a name for every drink of the day?”

“Don’t forget the grenadine,” Penny winked. “And maybe not every drink, but sure. You can have a hair of the dog in the morning but only if you are hung-over. Otherwise it’s just an eye-opener. Although an eye-opener can also be a hair of the dog.”

Amy laughed…man am I stoned! She thought. “Keep going…what else?”

Penny ticked them off on her fingers. “Let’s see…your after-meal drink is a digestif. If you’re having one for the road (or taking one with you) it’s a roadie, or a road-dog if you’re hanging out with a hot surfer. Like those beers you were apparently sucking down on the way out here. You can call a beer a soldier whenever. When you’re feeling down a drink can be a pick-me-up. If you’re day-drinking you can have a speed bump that puts off your hangover so it doesn’t get too bad while you’re still awake. Then there’s your night-cap before bed. I’m sure there’s others but if you have all of those you’re loaded all day anyway. Not that I should be encouraging you…seems like you’re doing just fine without that.” She tried to smile, but it looked forced.

“Wow. I didn’t know there was such a rich vocabulary associated with being a lush,” Amy said. “I have been drinking a lot more. Smoking weed, etc. It’s just that I’ve been so despondent over my marriage these last few weeks, even before Sheldon told me to leave. I get so sad and depressed when I think about it…right now I just need a rest from the misery.”

Penny nodded. “Believe me Amy…I totally understand. It’s just too easy to start relying on it all the time and before you know it you’re like me. Or worse even…I can usually keep my shit together, but some people just start to fall apart when they drink all the time.”

“Noted,” said Amy, somewhat irritably. “You’re harshing my mellow…let’s eat and then have some fun.” As their food arrived, Amy pointed at Penny’s drink and said “I’ll take one of those.” Amy stuck her tongue out at Penny and she just rolled her eyes.

They tucked into their food and didn’t say much. They both had incredible munchies and put away full breakfasts; Penny her stack of pancakes and sausage and Amy some biscuits and gravy that were pretty damn good.

“Did you bring a bathing suit?” Amy asked on their way out.

“You know it,” said Penny. “I haven’t been swimming in forever…”

“Hey!” they heard a loud, hostile voice behind them. “You two!”

They both looked around. A rotund middle-aged man with narrow pig-eyes was getting out of a minivan, glaring at them with naked hate in his eyes. “Why don’t you two keep that perverted shit under wraps?”

Amy went wide-eyed; Penny just said “What the hell are you talking about?”

“This morning. I heard your…your…sodomy! right next door. I have kids. You dykes should keep it to yourself.” Amy noticed a frumpy woman (who still looked considerably younger than this man) and two children in the car behind her; it looked as if they were leaving.

Amy was flummoxed; she didn’t even know what to say. She turned around as if to leave, and at first Penny did too. They looked at each other, and then Amy saw Penny’s eyes flash and she turned around suddenly.

“Hey asshole,” she yelled at the man. “I’ve got a better idea. How ‘bout you mind your own goddamn business?” She turned around and grabbed Amy, planting a big wet smacker right on her lips.

“Disgusting!” he said. “Right in front of my kids! You dirty perverts…you’re going to hell!”

Penny stepped toward him. “Why don’t you get back in your car before I kick you in the dick and then knock all your teeth out right in front of your family?”

Amy grabbed her arm. “Come on Penny, let’s just go.”

Penny shook her off violently as the man approached them.

“You want some? Come on you fucking pissant!” Penny squared up and raised her fists, looking comfortable and capable; like someone who clearly knew how to fight and was eager to do it.

The stranger took another step towards Penny and she popped him. It was a beautiful, perfectly timed left jab straight to the teeth. His eyes widened in shock and he lifted his hand to his mouth, looking at the blood on his fingers as Penny started to bounce on the balls of her feet.

The man took another step forward, and as Penny wound up for what was looking like a vicious right hook, he mumbled ‘bitch’ and then thought better of it. He turned around and headed back to his car.

“That’s right motherfucker!” Penny yelled at him. “You better walk away. Why don’t you try not being a fucking dildo? Then maybe your kids won’t grow up to be giant assholes like their dad!”

The man slammed his car door and roared out in reverse, eyeing Penny the whole time. Penny followed the car out to the highway, walking close behind it with both arms straight out in front of her, middle-fingers extended toward the sky.

Amy was right behind her. “That seemed…excessive,” she said, still confused and a little frightened. “His kids were in the car after all.”

“Fuck him,” said Penny with venom. “Maybe his kids will see what happens when you try to fuck with people and be a homophobic douchenozzle.” Her hands were on her hips as she paced in small circles; her nostrils were flared, pupils dilated and there were goosebumps on her skin, and her nipples looked as if they were about to tear through her shirt.

Amy was amazed…as a biologist she understood threat displays in primates, how they worked and what their purpose was, but it was still impressive how imposing and somehow larger-than-usual Penny looked. She had seen Penny angry before but never like this…Amy found herself very glad that she wasn’t on the receiving end of that kind of fury. Another feeling then took over her; a warm feeling of love for her ferocious, beautiful friend who had so readily stood up to that jerk.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s just get back to the hotel.” Amy took Penny’s hand and led her back to the room.
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The Awakening of Amy Farrah Fowler