RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 12:- A Well-Earned Rest


 
 
  Donna and Lynda had reclaimed the overstuffed armchair. The younger girl was sound asleep and Donna cradled her head, resting it on her breast. She felt warm and tender and protective. At the same time, she watched Debbie going about her business like a machine. She forgot nothing, flitting here and there, repairing make-up, moving lights for Geoff, scribbling notes, reloading the camera again and again, tirelessly. She seemed extremely keen on Geoff. Perhaps that was why Lynda had gone to sleep. It had taken Lynda about thirty seconds to realise that she wasn't going to get so much of a sniff at Geoff with Debbie around, so she had acknowledged defeat. Watching Debbie, Donna thought it was strange. Everybody always said Debs was only interested in other girls. Certainly, Donna could understand other girls being interested in Debbie. She slipped a hand down, wriggling it beneath Lynda's weight, and felt herself. Not just moist, she was sopping. God, I'm so horny, she thought. What are we doing here at Mrs Danby's? We could be back home in bed instead of sharing an armchair while I get drenched lusting after Debs.
The flashes had stopped. Charlotte relaxed, squatting down on the floor to let her breasts flop out on each side of her feet. Will I ever get as big as her? At this rate, yes! Sometime in the next year, she thought, and felt a fresh squelch of juice soak into her panties and jeans. If we ever get out of this armchair, I am going to look as if I've just climbed off horseback after a ten-mile ride. I'll probably smell like it, too!
"I'll get Super Bertha ready, if you like," said Mrs Danby, yawning. "But I'm really shattered. So is Charlotte. The poor love's been on her feet all day."
"I think we all are." Debbie looked at her notes again. "Poor Geoff certainly is, up and down that ladder every five minutes. Are the babies going to want feeding again soon, Char?"
Charlotte cocked an ear. "They're still asleep next door. Jacqui won't wake them specially, but give them another half hour and you'll hear the little devils." The big woman looked suddenly weary.
Debbie made her decision. "It's gone half past ten. We can't spread over into tomorrow. What do you say we snatch a few hours break now and start again later. About two am?"
Two a.m. wasn't the best sounding idea in the world, but nobody objected.
Mrs Danby had an idea. "Hot chocolate, anyone?"
 
 
  Geoff was sleeping like a baby. Not like one of Charlotte's babies, who had woken up, angrily demanding supper not five minutes after Debbie had called a halt.
"Poor Geoff looks all in, love." Mrs Danby came round with her tray of hot drinks. "Take him upstairs, there's a bed in the spare room. I'll bring your drinks up in three minutes. Off you go!"
Debbie almost had to carry him up the stairs. As soon as she sat him on the bed, he rolled over. She sat him up again. The same thing happened. When Mrs Danby came in with two mugs, Debbie was just taking his shoes off.
"I don't think he'll stay awake long enough to drink it, Mrs D, but thanks, anyway. I'll drink mine."
"Shall I take it back downstairs for you?"
"No, it's all right. If you don't mind, I'll drink it up here."
"Mind?" She looked at Debbie oddly. "Of course not, dear. I'll set an alarm clock for two o' clock, and I'll give you a call. Good night!"
Debbie took a few sips of her drink, then managed to roll Geoff over far enough to tug the duvet out from underneath him. She was about to cover him up, then she reached for the belt of his jeans. It felt strange, but in a way, it was just the same as taking a girl's jeans off. Hard work. She was puffing a little when she stood ready to cover him up again. There was a comfortable-looking armchair welcoming her from the corner of the room, and in the top of the wardrobe she found a soft fluffy blanket.
Deborah, she told herself. What are you playing at? She unzipped her jeans, peeled her sweater off over her tousled head, hesitated for a moment, then unhooked her robust and uncompromising bra. Her breasts felt fuller than usual. They hung to just below her navel when she stood up straight and looked at herself in the mirror. She turned out the light and slipped into bed.
 
 
  He was an old fidget, she decided. The church clock struck the quarter hour. Was that eleven fifteen? She was tense and couldn't relax. Geoff was no better, mumbling and thrashing around in the unfamiliar bed. She lay apart, not touching him, until he turned over and rolled right against her.
"Maggie?" he mumbled.
"I am not Maggie!" She rolled him away from her again and turned her back, pulling her knees up slightly. He was closer now, warm against her bottom. Warm and hard. She froze, not daring to move.
"Debs!" it was no more than a whisper. His arm slipped over her waist with a sleepy little motion, then gently rested on her stomach, light as a feather, but with the fingers cupped slightly to hold the softness of her gently rounded tummy. She smiled to herself. There would be no sleep tonight if he kept his hand there. She would have to go to the loo. She moved his hand away, gently, then turned on to her back, meaning to get up and find the bathroom. With a gasp, she felt her breast roll off her stomach, right into his hand. The nipple hardened instantly, betraying her. One foot found the edge of the bed and crept out into the darkness, then the other, and she was out, out of the bedroom into the passage, following a chink of light which marked the bathroom door.
It was a blessed relief. Sitting there, she shivered. Cold, or nervousness? It wasn't cold, not at all. Back to the bedroom, and the armchair, and the blanket. The church clock struck the half hour.
"Oh, sod this!"
This time, she had no doubts at all. It was now or never. Flinging back the duvet, she placed a knee on the bed, then the other, and she felt her breasts hanging heavily beneath her as she found his warm body, folded him in her arms and hugged him so tightly she was almost becoming part of him. Instantly, he was ready for her. Still holding tight, closing her eyes, she rolled on to her back, cupping his taut buttocks and holding him against her.
"Debs?"
"Yes, Geoff. Please, Geoff. Do it now!"
Geoff did it. He did it all right. And afterwards, as they lay together, still joined, he licked the tears from her eyes, and covered her face with kisses.
"Debs, you are the best ever ever ever."
What am I crying for, she thought. If it never gets any better than this, that's more than good enough for me.
 
 
  "Three o' clock," whispered Mrs Danby. "I gave you an extra hour. I've brought you some tea." She made no comment on last night's mugs of hot chocolate, hardly touched. The way those two had been looking at each other earlier, it was a wonder they had managed to make it as far as the bedroom. "Sleep okay?"
Debbie stretched like a big cat, then clutched the duvet to herself as it fell away, revealing her breasts.
"It's all right! I've seen a few pairs of those before. Hey, you're bigger than you look, girl. You ought to make more of yourself! If you've got it, flaunt it, that's what I always say. You could have the boys flocking after you. Although, with the one you've got there, I think he could keep you busy."
Debbie looked at Geoff, then back at Mrs Danby, her eyes shining. "I think he could, yes!" She shook Geoff with a hand on his stomach, until he suddenly awoke and sat bolt upright.
"What? Where ...?" Realisation dawned. He was in bed with Debbie. Debbie, with her bloody great tits hanging out. He had ... yes, he had ... he had shagged this same Debbie last night, right here in Mrs Danby's spare bedroom, this same Mrs Danby was standing there, grinning like a Cheshire cat, with the inevitable mug of tea in her hand. She knew. Mrs Danby knew. And it didn't matter. It didn't matter who knew. The more people who knew, the better. The memory came back to him, and he curled his fingers round Debbie's under the bedclothes. Their mouths met.
"Well, excuse me! Don't let me stand in your way, you two." Mrs Danby turned to go, then came back, picked up the mug, and took a deep swig. "No point in letting it go to waste. I'll give you another call in an hour!"
 
 
  "I can't get over it," said Charlotte for the umpteenth time. "Geoff and Debbie! I mean Geoff. And Debbie!"
"He was doing Maggie, wasn't he?" Donna said, trying not to giggle as the squeaking and pounding began again above their heads. She had to raise her voice as Debbie showed she was more than a match for young Lucy when it came to moaning.
"Geoff and Maggie? Was he?"
"Didn't you know? They were on the television news."
"What, doing it on the news?"
"Not quite, but when Kay got arrested the first time, Maggie went to Brighton to collect her and Rick, and who's in the car with her but Geoff!"
"God, I never guessed." Charlotte thought about it. "No wonder she's been a bit funny lately, if Geoff's been getting keen on young Debs. And I'd have said he stood no chance there, her being the way she is. I mean, there are quite a few of us who like it both ways, but I always had Debs down as a woman's woman. Pretty good at it, too."
Donna blushed. Earlier, thinking everyone else was asleep, she had kissed Lynda into wakefulness and the two girls had brought each other to a thunderous climax right there in that very armchair. She glanced across at the pile of their clothes on the floor, carefully folded to hide the huge wet patch in her jeans. She cuddled Lynda beneath the blanket and wondered how much Charlotte had seen. The big woman had just smiled at her and said "Goodnight!" before turning the light out and going back into the next room where Jacqui was looking after the babies.
Was Charlotte getting it on with Jacqui, too? The whole house was a hotbed of sex of one sort or another. The noise from upstairs had reached a climax and died down, and the floor was creaking as the lovers got up and dressed.
"Four o' clock!" Mrs Danby came in from the kitchen. "I'd better wake Debs and Geoff."
"They're finished. They'll be down in a minute." Charlotte sighed. "And when they do come down, if anyone lets out so much as a single cheer, I'll skin you alive!"
 
 
  end Chapter 12