[kamafight666]

Chapter 1

Birdie was at her desk early that Wednesday morning. The tight white shirt looked as if it was plastered against her ample bosom. The dark grey skirt was a touch shorter than what the dress code prescribed. Birdie had beautiful fleshy legs, and she liked to show them off. Nobody really called her out on it. She thought everyone liked looking at her well-endowed calves and her thick quads.

The reason she was at her desk early – a new employee was joining her that morning. Birdie worked in the floor managing department of Randy’s, a supermarket chain in Amarillo, Texas. She sat at one long rectangular desk with the two other senior floor managers on a desk opposite hers. Nobody else was in yet.

Through the glass window, that separated the back office from the main supermarket floor, she could see men and women preparing for the supermarket to open. Trollies filled with food, groceries and other accessories were being pushed across the floor. Shelves were getting stacked. At 10,000 square feet, Randy’s was the biggest supermarket in Amarillo.

She had a few files to get in order so that she could explain things to her new co-worker. The routine task of inducting the new co-worker was not the main problem occupying Birdie’s mind that morning.  Her boyfriend Norman was being shipped to Damascus as part of a UN peacekeeping force. They had been going around for six months now. It was going to be a long assignment. He was going to be away for at least a year.

She heard the glass door open, and a woman had stepped into the air-conditioned room and was closing it behind her. Birdie was immediately struck by the large frame of the woman’s back. Then the woman turned around and walked confidently towards where Birdie sat. The woman’s chest was as ample as her back. Birdie gazed at the woman’s large knockers, before checking herself and standing up to greet the woman who was certainly her new co-worker.

“Buffie Halloran.”

“Birdie Hawkins.”

They shook hands. Buffie’s handshake was firm, but she did not try to break Birdie’s hand or anything. Birdie showed Buffie to her chair. They were to sit opposite each other with the table separating them.

“Welcome to the Randy’s floor managing department. Only two of us and a couple of senior employees here. Connie and Callie will be in a little later” said Birdie, pointing to the four chairs.

“Thank you”, said Buffie. She had a nice clear healthy face, and her cheeks turned a nice reddish pink when she smiled.

They got right down to business. Birdie thought her new co-worker was cheerful and asked clever questions when it came to the tasks they were supposed to complete together.

Birdie also noticed that Buffie’s skirt was a tad too short, just like hers. The legs sticking out of the skirt were pleasant to look at. The calves were thick and fleshy. Birdie could imagine what Buffie’s quads would be like.

Birdie checked herself again and resolved to not undress her new coworker in a sexual way. This was their first day at work, after all.

“I will let you study the supermarket’s floor map before taking you around the supermarket”, said Birdie, formally.

“Sure”, said Buffie.

“What was your experience before this job?”, asked Birdie. She already knew what Buffie’s experience was. She had seen her resume. But she just wanted to talk to her new co-worker and feel her out.

“I worked as an assistant to the junior floor manager at a Grandma’s superstore”, said Buffie.

“Oh! Grandma’s is our competitor. So this job is a promotion for you. You feeling excited about the new role?”, asked Birdie.

“Yeah. I am so looking forward to working at Randy’s. I liked the pay hike, and this supermarket is near my boyfriend’s place as well”, said Buffie.

“Oh, is it? So you got a boyfriend?”, asked Birdie, innocently.

“Yeah. Unfortunately he is going to be shipped to Damascus in a week’s time. He is part of a UN peacekeeping force”, said Buffie in a low and pensive voice.

“Really? I don’t believe this. My boyfriend Norman is going to be shipped to Damascus next week as a part of a UN peacekeeping force. I wonder whether your boyfriend is part of the same squad”, said Birdie, a touch of excitement in her voice. 

“Ohhh! What a coincidence. I am sure Stanley is part of the same squad. I will ask him if he knows your boyfriend Norman”, said Buffie.

Their eyes met. Neither woman spoke for a few moments. There was a feeling of kinship between the two women.

Birdie felt like she had something in common with Buffie. Maybe she could open her heart about her fear and trauma about Norman getting shipped to Damascus with Buffie. Birdie did not have too many friends and maybe Buffie and her could share their insecurities about their soldier boyfriends with each other.

“Shall I take you around the shop floor?”, asked Birdie, eager to spend more time with her new co-worker. Not only was Buffie an attractive woman, but they could be army wives in the future.

“Sure”, said Buffie and they both stood up.

Birdie led the way out of the glass cabin.

“We have the sodas, cheap drinks and fruit juices here”, said Birdie, as they approached the first aisle of the supermarket.

“Oh! Ideally these should be out in the front of the supermarket”, said Buffie, thoughtfully.

“What?”, asked Birdie, turning towards Buffie.

“I said these should be out in the front of the supermarket”, said Buffie, in a quietly authoritative tone.

“They are just fine out here in the back. Nobody wants to look at the cheap drinks and sodas the moment they enter a supermarket”, said Birdie, surprised by Buffie’s suggestion.

“I have a diploma in store floor management. In case of an attack by rioters during a riot, 93% of the  rioters are bound to grab whatever they can from the front aisle and run away with the loot. A study showed this. That’s why I said the cheap stuff like sodas and fruit juices ought to be in the aisle at the front. Amarillo has a high crime rate, and I noticed that this store has all the expensive gourmet stuff at the front. Now you don’t want to lose all that expensive stuff in case of a riot”, said Buffie seriously.

Birdie eyed Buffie with a hint of annoyance. Who was this woman to give her instructions on the first day at work, thought Birdie.

“Well, this store is located in a slightly upmarket neighborhood. The likelihood of a riot occurring here is quite low. I am sure the patrons want to see the good stuff right in front”, said Birdie, calmly.

“You cannot rule out the likelihood of a riot in this shitty economy, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“I have worked at this store for a year now, Buffie and I think there is nothing wrong with the cheap drinks being at the back”, said Birdie, in a tone laced with mild annoyance.

The hint of annoyance did not escape Buffie, who was surprised by Birdie’s tone.

“I might make my suggestion to the senior store managers, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“You may do as you please, Buffie”, said Birdie, shortly.

Birdie walked to the next aisle without waiting for Buffie. Buffie followed her at her own pace.

“We have the refrigerated short eats in this aisle. Stuff like beef jerky, bacon, sausages, salami, steaks, chicken wings ….. you know typical daily food for an American family”, said Birdie.

“I don’t think these should be out here. Rioters never steal fresh perishable food. They are on the lookout for unhealthy snacks and sodas when they attack a supermarket. Bacon and beef jerky are the first on their mind when they loot a supermarket. A study says so”, said Buffie in a voice with the mildest hint of annoyance.

“Buffie, we are in Texas. This is not California or Chicago. We don’t get any damn riots here”, said Birdie, trying to sound reasonable.

“You can’t rule out a riot anywhere in America, Birdie. Look at the economy. Things are falling apart as we speak. As floor managers of this super market, we need to do what it takes to protect Randy’s as best as we can from outside invaders”, said Buffie, in a voice laced with suppressed passion.

Birdie laughed out loud.

“Buffie, we are not in Syria. We are in the United States of America. This is Texas. The land of Willie Nelson and Tommy Lee Jones”, said Birdie loudly.

“I know, Birdie. I just want things to be in order. You sound like a proud Texan. So am I. I just want this supermarket to be a safe place for everyone to shop at”, said Buffie.

The two women glared at each other. Birdie thought this new employee, her co-worker was a real stuck up opinionated bitch. Buffie thought her new co-worker was a bit thick headed. Someone who was not open to new ideas and opinions.

Birdie walked Buffie across the rest of the aisles. Buffie had an opinion on the composition of each aisle and the two women argued passionately.

The other employees of the mall watched the two women argue passionately in each aisle.

Neither Birdie nor Buffie gave an inch. Both women expressed their opinions to each other openly and argued fervently.

Birdie walked Buffie across the length and breadth of the supermarket floor and by the time they were done, there was quite a bit of animosity between the two women.

Sweat had appeared on the foreheads of both Birdie Hawkins and Buffie Halloran.

The armpits of their white shirts also had sweaty patches over them.

As they strutted back to the glass cabin, both the male and female employees of Randy’s ogled at the ample and heaving breasts of the two junior floor managers.

Chapter 2

When they stepped back into the glass cabin,  the two senior store managers had arrived and were at their desks.

Birdie introduced Buffie to the two senior store managers.

“Connie and Callie, meet Buffie, the new store manager”, said Birdie, addressing the two tall and portly women.

“Hello”, said Buffie to the two senior managers.

Birdie did not sense any nervousness in Buffie’s voice. Birdie realized that she was dealing with a confident woman and not some demure pussy.

“Hi Buffie”, said Connie.

Callie simply waved her hand at Buffie.

Buffie noticed that both the senior managers were portly and looked strangely identical.

“Did Birdie show you around the store?”, asked Connie.

“Yes, Connie. Birdie and I had a healthy discussion about the supermarket floor’s layout”, said Buffie.

Birdie eyed Buffie’s heaving breasts. Birdie wondered whether Buffie’s breasts would tear through her thin shirt.

“Good”, said Connie, looking from Birdie to Buffie and back.

Connie, a woman of experience, thought she sensed tension between Birdie and Buffie. She would have to watch their interactions closely.

“Hope you two have a great time working together”, said Connie, politely.

“Thanks Connie”, said Birdie.

“Sure Connie”, said Buffie.

Birdie and Buffie sat down at their desk facing each other.

Opposite them, Connie and Callie, the two senior managers sat at their own desk facing each other.

The four women went about their work.

Birdie was still a bit annoyed at Buffie’s interfering behavior when she had shown her around the store. But she knew they would have to put their differences behind them and work like a team. Of course, if Buffie got too opinionated about everything, Birdie knew she would have to put her foot down. She had been working here longer than Buffie who was just a newbie.

“Birdie, could you take me through some of the shop floor arrangements on my computer?”, asked Buffie from behind her monitor.

“Sure Buffie”, said Birdie and she pulled her chair towards Buffie’s side of the table and sat right beside Buffie.

Birdie explained the layout of the supermarket to Buffie. Buffie kept asking questions and interrupting Birdie. Birdie kept answering Buffie’s relentless questions.

Buffie kept saying that she was not satisfied with the composition of the various aisles of the supermarket. Birdie kept debating with Buffie about how the composition of the aisles were perfectly fine because this branch of Randy’s was doing really well in terms of movement of goods, same-store-sales and volume of customers.

The conversation between Birdie and Buffie grew loud and heated.

Connie and Callie were alert about the intense debate between the two young junior floor managers. The two senior managers smiled at each other but did not intervene.

Buffie placed one leg over the other to reveal her fleshy thigh to Birdie as they discussed the shop floor plan. Birdie was not one to be left behind. She also placed one leg over the other, showing off the fleshiness of her thighs to Buffie.

Birdie and Buffie continued to argue animatedly about the shop floor layout even as they showed off their thighs to each other.

At one point in the argument, Buffie encircled her fingers over Birdie’s wrist. It was clearly a move to stop Birdie from arguing animatedly. A move to signal her dominance over Birdie.

Birdie first shivered at the touch of Buffie’s fingers over her wrist. Then she glared at Buffie’s fingers that remained encircled over her wrist. It was not a powerful grip, so Birdie did not make a move to break away from the grip. But Birdie knew she had to retaliate.

As they continued to argue, Birdie placed the hand around whose wrist Buffie had tightened her fingers, over Buffie’s lower thigh as she made her point. Birdie felt Buffie shiver at her touch. Buffie did not make any move to remove Birdie’s hand off her lower thigh.

They continued to discuss and argue about the shop floor plan with Buffie’s hand over Birdie’s wrist and Birdie’s hand placed firmly over Buffie’s thigh.

When the discussion finally got over, the two women disentangled, and Birdie returned to her side of the table.

Birdie realized that beneath her tight shirt, her nipples were erect. When she looked over at Buffie, her face was red, and she was glaring at Birdie.

Birdie wondered whether Buffie’s nipples were erect like her own.

Chapter 3

Despite Buffie’s opinionated demeanor and behavior towards her, Birdie was impressed by her new co-worker. Buffie was completely dedicated to her job as junior store floor manager.

Birdie was particularly thankful to Buffie when she agreed to stay back after work hours to do the daily rounds around the large store to check for thefts, spillages, cleanliness and expiry dates of food items. Randy’s was into cutting costs during this economic downturn so junior floor managers were expected to perform some of the jobs that would normally be completed by some of the lower-level employees.

It was on their fifth day together that Buffie agreed to do the store rounds with Birdie for the first time.

Their relationship in their first week together was quite tumultuous to say the least. Neither woman had given an inch regarding their disagreements related to the shop floor layout. Buffie had continuously argued for a complete overhaul of the layout while Birdie had not moved an inch from her conviction that there was nothing wrong with a layout that produced profits and had increased the volume of customers.

Their senior managers, Connie and Callie, had to intervene on more than one occasion to calm the tempers of the two junior floor managers.

“Remember, God is watching over all of us. We are all god’s children created equal in his eye. We are not better or worse than each other. We are all equal in his eyes”, said Callie to the two argumentative women.

“Yes, you both are young and passionate women. But do not carry acrimony in your hearts towards each other. Let us all try to exist in harmony and peace”, agreed Connie.

Birdie and Buffie merely nodded.

It would be an understatement to say that both women had fought tooth and nail with each other in their first week together and neither woman had backed down an inch from their convictions regarding the shop floor layout.

Buffie had agreed to do the daily rounds across the store with Birdie because she wanted to engage Birdie in more arguments. She was intent on increasing the friction between her and Birdie. The truth was that Buffie was as impressed by Birdie as Birdie was by Buffie. She realized that Birdie was a strong and opinionated woman like her and not some pushover.

It was past 9:30 pm on the weekday when the two junior floor managers – Birdie and Buffie began their rounds across the store together.

The supermarket was not crowded at that hour and many of the employees had left. Only a few of the night shift employees remained.

Birdie and Buffie had the shop floor to themselves to examine and argue over.

They walked side by side across the supermarket floor, checking the various stalls.

“How’re you enjoying your new workplace?”, asked Birdie seriously. It was half a sarcastic question.

“I like it just fine. How do you like me as your new co-worker?”, asked Buffie, tongue in cheek.

Birdie was caught unawares by the question and did not answer immediately.

“I like you just fine. You’re argumentative but also passionate about your job. Ultimately, both you and I have the same goal. Career progression along with making profits for Randy’s”, said Birdie.

“I agree. I don’t think you are wrong on most things. Our differences are aesthetic and ethical. Hope you understand that Birdie”, said Buffie, eager to start off their rounds together in a harmonious manner.

“I agree too. I quite like some of your suggestions when I thought them over a few times”, said Birdie.

The two women beamed at each other.

They reached the frozen meat section. Buffie opened the door to the large rectangular transparent glass of the fridge and began to check the expiry dates of the packaged frozen meat.

Birdie gazed at the large fleshy frame of Buffie’s ample back. She could see Buffie’s white bra straps beneath the tight white shirt which she was wearing.

“Damn! Some of these meats are a day past their expiry dates. I don’t even know why they are here. They should be in the cheap sales section with reduced prices”, said Buffie, turning around towards Birdie as she spoke.

Buffie realized that Birdie had been checking her out when she saw Birdie’s expression. She suppressed a smile. Birdie snapped to attention from her amorous gaze when she realized Buffie had caught her staring at her.

“Oh! A recent study has revealed that frozen meats are good to go up till at least three days after the expiry dates on their packaging. Randy’s cannot reduce their costs just because they are past some random expiry dates. Most customers simply do not care about expiry dates. They know the meat is good to cook”, said Birdie, trying to sound nonchalant. Birdie knew Buffie had caught her staring at her.

“That’s not very ethical, Birdie”, said Buffie in an accusatory tone.

“Oh come on, Buffie. You think our ancestors at the frontier threw away meat when there was no refrigeration? The meat in that fridge is perfectly healthy. Can we move on to the next section please”, said Birdie, irritatedly.

Buffie let out a sigh and followed Birdie to the next food section which was filled with fine liqueurs and spirits.

“The alcohol section ought to be right next to the soda section. Customers buy alcohol and soda together. In this supermarket, the soda section is like a 100 miles away from the alcohol section. Customers might prefer to stop at some mom and pops for their soda instead of buying it from here”, said Buffie in an annoyed voice.

Nothing at this supermarket satisfies this bitch, thought Birdie to herself.

“Do you have to complain about every damn thing, Buffie?”, asked Birdie in an equally annoyed voice.

The two women faced each other and looked into each other’s eyes, neither woman looking away.

“I am just trying to make things easy, Birdie”, said Buffie, her chest heaving in front of her.

“Well, you’re just making it harder for yourself, Buffie”, said Birdie, her chest also heaving in front of her.

Both women glanced briefly at each other’s heaving protruding breasts.

“And look at the height of this stall. It goes up to at least 9 feet. Most customers aren’t that tall. How are they supposed to reach the alcohol brands on the top shelf? Are they supposed to jump up like Michael Jordan and grab the bottle in their hand, Birdie?, asked Buffie, placing her hands on her hips. Her tone was sarcastic.

“You’re simply nitpicking now, Buffie. Look at this steel ladder here. Customers can simply attach the ladder to the top shelf, climb up and pick up the brands on the top shelf”, said Birdie and she grabbed the ladder, lifted it up easily and attached it to the top shelf that had attracted Buffie’s ire.

Birdie climbed up the ladder easily and grabbed the bottle on the top shelf. As Birdie stood on the top most shelf, Buffie was treated to the pleasant sight of Birdie’s well-endowed caves and her fleshy white thighs. Buffie glanced at her co-workers legs, taking in the beautiful sight of her naked legs for the first time. She had often glanced at Birdie’s legs in the office.

“See. It’s so damn easy”, said Birdie, talking down from the top of the ladder, holding a bottle of Smirnoff vodka in her hand.

But Buffie was still gazing at Birdie’s fleshy legs and did not respond immediately. It dawned on Birdie that Buffie was checking out her legs.

She let Buffie gaze at her legs for a few moments before climbing down the ladder and adjusting her skirt.

The two co-workers looked at each other with a hint of amorousness. They had both checked each other out. Both women knew that.

“Shall we move on to the next section, Birdie?”, asked Buffie, a bit ashamed that she had been caught red-handed gazing at Birdie’s legs.

“Sure, Buffie”, said Birdie, in a low whisper.

They walked side by side to the next aisle which was the gym accessories section. All sorts and sizes of dumbbells, barbells and clothing were on the shelves of this aisle.

“You lift weights, Buffie?”, asked Birdie.

“Yeah, I do, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“How many times a week?”, asked Birdie.

“I hit the gym five times a week. Three upper body days and two leg days. How about you, Birdie?”, said Buffie.

“Yeah, I go to the gym five times a week too, Buffie”, said Birdie.

The two women turned towards each other.

“How heavy can you go with a dumbbell snatch, Buffie?”, asked Birdie.

“I can easily snatch a 60-pound dumbbell, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“Prove it”, said Birdie, in a challenging voice.

“Sure”, said Buffie walking towards the dumbbell rack with the 60-pound dumbbells.

She picked up one 60-pound dumbbell with relative ease and placed it on the floor between her and Birdie. Buffie could feel Birdie’s eyes on her.

Buffie took the loafers off her feet and stood barefoot in the aisle and looked at Birdie who had her hands on her hips.

“You think I can’t do a 60-pound dumbbell snatch, Birdie?”, asked Buffie, boldly.
 
“Talk is cheap, Buffie. Let’s see you do it”, said Birdie, folding her arms across her breasts.

Buffie glared at Birdie. Birdie glared right back.

The women glared fierily at each other for a few moments before Buffie lowered herself onto a squat position and grabbed the dumbbell with ease. Birdie noticed the pleasant curves that Buffie’s legs made when she squatted.
 
Buffie raised the dumbbell to the level of her shoulder in a swift and graceful movement. She paused with the dumbbell at her shoulder level before raising the dumbbell over her head easily. She held the pose for a moment for Birdie to savor.

Buffie lowered the dumbbell to the floor and performed the snatch with her other hand.

“Impressive”, said Birdie. She was genuinely impressed.

“Your turn, Birdie”, said Buffie in a challenging voice.

“Sure, Buffie”, said Birdie.

Birdie removed her loafers and stepped towards the dumbbell which Buffie had placed on the floor. Buffie took a step back to allow Birdie some space in the aisle.

The two women glared at each other as the barefooted Birdie positioned herself in front of the 60-pound dumbbell.

Buffie thought Birdie looked sexy in her short skirt and tight shirt while standing barefoot in front of the dumbbell. She thought Birdie looked a bit like a porn star who would now proceed to strip her clothes off and get naked in the aisle.
When Birdie crouched down in a squat to grab the dumbbell, her quads popped out from under her skirt and Buffie could not help but marvel at the fleshiness of Birdie’s quads.

Birdie grabbed the dumbbell, raised it to the level of her shoulder and raised it above her head. Then she crouched down again in a squat, transferring the dumbbell to her other hand and then raised it above her head like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Birdie placed the dumbbell back on the floor of the aisle and raised herself up to a standing position and eyed Buffie with a real feisty and amorous expression on her face.

Performing the dumbbell snatch had made both women hot, made the blood gush across their fleshy bodies.

Thin films of sweat had appeared across both their faces despite the air conditioning inside the supermarket.

Birdie stepped over the dumbbell towards Buffie. Now they were just a couple of steps apart as they stood barefoot in the deserted aisle.

“So you can lift a 60-pound dumbbell over your head. But do you think you can lift me, Birdie?”, asked Buffie in a low whisper that was laced with seduction.

Birdie tried her best not to gulp, but she did.

“How heavy are you, Buffie?”, asked Birdie.

“160 pounds before Christmas. I haven’t checked since then. My boyfriend has been feeding me pecan pies every day since Christmas day. My skirt felt a little tighter around the waist this morning”, said Buffie.

“Pecan pies huh. Strange because my boyfriend makes a real good pecan pie too and I have been eating a lot of em. I have put on a bit of weight myself since Christmas”, said Birdie.

“Army guys make mean pecan pies”, said Buffie. 

The women looked at each other intently. Both women sensed that something was about to give.

“I think I can lift you easily, Buffie”, said Birdie. She felt the blood rush into her nipples as she uttered the words.

“Oh yeah? Prove it”, said Buffie in a nonchalant voice. But she also felt the blood rush into her nipples as soon as she uttered the words.

The floodgates had been opened between the two fleshy women.

Birdie did not waste any more time.

She took a step towards Buffie, closing the distance between them.

Then she plunged her body into Buffie’s body. Buffie let out a moan as their breasts crashed into each other.

A  rich strawberry aroma hit  Birdie as she stood body to body with Buffie.

Then Birdie grabbed Buffie by the buttocks and lifted her up easily. Both women grunted as their bodies became plastered together.

Buffie let out an excited cry at the feel of Birdie’s hands over her buttocks and their fleshy bodies heaving together.

Buffie laughed down at Birdie. 

“Walk ten steps holding me if you can”, said Buffie. She was enjoying herself. Enjoying the feel of her body plastered against Birdie’s. The feel of Birdie’s strong hands on her buttocks.

Birdie was also excited because Buffie’s breasts were hovering tantalizingly near her face.

Birdie silently accepted Buffie’s challenge and walked ten steps holding Buffie in her hands.

She lowered Buffie onto the aisle floor when she completed ten steps. The two women gripped each other’s bodies and let their breasts heave against each other for a few moments before separating.

“Your turn to lift me up now, Buffie”, said Birdie, utterly aroused and excited now.

Buffie thought Birdie looked like a teenager who had first experienced the joys of foreplay.

Buffie wasted no time. She grabbed Birdie by the butt and lifted her up easily. The slightest aroma of a lemon perfume hit Buffie as she lifted Birdie.

Both women gasped at the pressing of their fleshy bodies against each other.

Birdie’s large boobs hovered tantalizingly over Buffie’s face. Birdie gasped as Buffie’s fingers gripped her buttocks. Not even her boyfriend gripped her buttocks this passionately.

Buffie walked ten steps with Birdie in her hand quite easily. The women blew hot breaths into each other’s faces and giggled as Buffie lowered Birdie onto the aisle floor.

This time they did not let go of each other. They were enjoying the rub of skin against skin, even though they were still in their office dresses. Their enormous breasts heaved together. They could hear each other’s heart beating.

Their mouths were inches apart. They were mesmerized by each other’s bodies, physical strength and their aromas.

“You are one healthy woman, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“You’re pretty strong yourself, Buffie”, said Birdie.

Their noses rubbed against each other.

They heard footsteps coming towards the aisle. The women disentangled from each other’s grips and put their shoes back on when an old floor cleaning lady stepped into the aisle with a broom.

“Good evenin. You girls working late?”, the lady asked them.

“Yeah, we’re just finishing the daily rounds”, said Birdie, her face red with sexual excitement. 

“Well, don’t work too hard now”, said the lady and began to wipe the floor with the large broom.

Birdie and Buffie looked sheepishly at each other and walked out of the aisle.

Chapter 4

After the rounds, they walked towards the near empty parking lot together.

It was beautiful late in the night, with the lights of the bars and honkytonks in the distance and the faint sound of country music.

The air was chilly, and the two women had their sweaters on over their uniforms.

“Do you have to drive too far?”, asked Birdie, in a solemn voice.

“Not too far”, said Buffie.

“Boyfriend waiting for you with a tall whiskey and a hot pecan pie?”, asked Birdie.

Buffie laughed softly.

“He’s away meeting friends in the Misty Peaks area of town”, said Buffie.

“Misty Peaks? That’s where I live. Not much nightlife there”, said Birdie.

“Oh it’s a house party and not at a bar”, said Buffie.

“Allright”, said Birdie.

“What about you? Your boyfriend going to be waiting up for you?”, asked Buffie curiously.

“Yeah, he is. He was away meeting relatives in the Hickory Road area of town. But going to be home today”, said Birdie.

“Hickory road? That’s where I live. Hardly twenty people live down there. I might know your boyfriend’s relatives”, said Buffie.

“I don’t really know their names. But Norman goes down there to meet them a few times every month”, said Birdie.

“OK. You gonna marry him?”, asked Buffie quickly.

“Yeah. He proposed to me last month”, said Birdie, shyly.

“You’re gonna marry him even though he is going to be out in Syria for god knows how long?”, asked Buffie insistently.

“Yeah. It’s the right thing to do. It’s my duty to God and country”, said Birdie firmly.

They had reached their cars.

“I am impressed. Stanley proposed to me last week and I said yes for the same reason as  you, Birdie. He’s gonna be serving God and country”, said Buffie passionately.

“You did the right thing, Buffie”, said Birdie, equally passionate.

“I know Birdie”, said Buffie.

Their eyes met.

“We’re both going to be army wives”, said Birdie.

“We’ll wait for our husbands letters. Maybe we can exchange them and discuss them”, said Buffie excitedly.

Their breasts heaved in front of them and neither woman could control themselves any longer.

They both took a step towards the other woman at the same time and hugged each other. It was an intense embrace with both women throwing their arms around each other’s bodies.

They enjoyed the rubbing of their sweater covered upper torsos for a few moments.

Then Birdie kissed Buffie on the lips and Buffie kissed back with hers.

They pressed their lips against each other, both women waiting for the other woman to open their mouth so that they could kiss with their tongues.

But neither woman did.

They disentangled from each other a moment later. They were both conservative Texan women who were to be married soon to army men of their choosing. Casual flings were not really their thing.

“You better head home Birdie. Your man is going to be waiting for you”, said Buffie in a longing voice.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow Buffie”, said Birdie in an equally longing tone.

They swooned in front of each other for a few more moments before disentangling.

They left in their cars, a pang in the hearts of both women as they drove away from each other in the chilly night.

Chapter 5

“Norman is off to Damascus tomorrow”, said Birdie in a forlorn voice.

“So is Stanley”, said Buffie in an equally desolate voice.

They were sipping coffees in their office, sitting on either side of their tables.

Their senior managers Connie and Callie had not arrived.

“Norman is already at the army base. But I will be allowed to see him briefly at the base tomorrow before he flies out”, said Birdie.

“Yeah, I know, Birdie. Stanley is at the base too”, said Buffie.

Their eyes met.

“You wanna go with me? I mean, I understand it’s a private moment for both of us, but I would love for the two of us to go together to send our boyfriends away to Syria”, said Birdie, almost in a pleading tone.

Buffie did not reply for a moment. She took another sip of her coffee. She was thinking. Weighing Birdie’s offer.

“I’ll go with you”, said Buffie suddenly after what had been a long pause.

“That’s swell”, said Birdie, excited.

“I was thinking about asking you to go with me. I’m so glad you asked me, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“Think nothing of it. We’ll call a taxi and head to the army base together tomorrow, Buffie”, said Birdie.

“Sure thing, Birdie”, said Buffie.

The women looked at intensely at each other.

Birdie felt her nipples turn erect under her tight white office shirt. A whirlwind of emotions surged through Birdie. It was clear to her now that she was sexually attracted to Buffie. On the one hand, there was the competition at work between them. But Birdie believed that Buffie got a real kick out of their arguments. She enjoyed the competition and the fact that Birdie had not back down to her relentless suggestions had escalated their sexual attraction towards each other.

Buffie’s nipples were also erect as she sat across the table from Birdie. Both women would steal glances at each other from behind their computer monitors every chance that they got. Birdie was relieved that she had found another prospective army wife to share her sorrows and anxieties with. Even Buffie knew that she and Birdie were sexually attracted to each other. The army men they had chosen to be married to in the future would be away for God knew how long. Buffie did not have too many friends in Amarillo. Which is why she felt an increasing kinship towards Birdie.

At that moment, Buffie wanted to walk across the table, hug Birdie and kiss her on the mouth. But they were sitting inside a glass cubicle and employees walked outside, going about their daily jobs. Any sexual overtures between her and Birdie during office hours would be spotted and reported.

But Buffie could not contain her sexual urges that morning.

Birdie was not talking much that morning because she had urgent work to be completed. Connie had asked her for an update on the sales of premium liquor over the last one year. So she was busy compiling a spreadsheet with the required data.

Birdie had just punched in all the figures into the spreadsheet when she felt something touch her legs. She looked down to see Buffie’s milk white toes run up and down the side of her calf. Birdie felt a shiver surge through her body.
 
Birdie giggled softly and looked outside the glass cubicle. Nobody was paying them any mind. Even if they were, they would not be able to see anything that happened between her and Buffie under the table.

Birdie closed her calves over Buffie’s foot and cradled it for a few seconds. This was her way of showing her approval to Buffie for her sexual overture under the table.

Birdie looked from behind her monitor at Buffie and their eyes met. Both women flashed amorous and seductive smiles at each other.

Then Birdie had an idea.  She disentangled her feet from Buffie’s so that she could take off her footwear.

Their eyes met again. Buffie understood what Birdie was doing.

Buffie withdrew her leg to allow Birdie to free her feet from her loafers.

Buffie took off her own loafers easily and rubbed her feet against each other, preparing for her impending footsie with Birdie. Then she looked under the desk to find Birdie’s feet extended towards hers under the table, eager to meet with her own feet.

Buffie raised her head back, looked outside the glass cubicle to make sure nobody was watching her. Then she slowly extended her legs under the desk. She did not look down this time, as she had a fair idea where Birdie’s feet were waiting.

Her toes touched Birdie’s, and the two women let their toes linger together for a few seconds. Waves of lust passed through the bodies of both women as their toes and feet palms lingered together. They pretended to work but would steal glances at each other’s faces.

After letting their toes linger together for a few more seconds, Buffie placed her foot on top of Birdie’s foot.
Buffie moved them up and down, rubbing Birdie’s foot with her toes even as Birdie rubbed her toes across the palms of Buffie’s foot. The feeling was electric. Buffie and Birdie shivered from the contact between the soft naked flesh of their feet and lower legs.

Their faces were red with lust and sex when they gazed at each other every now and then from behind their computer monitors.

Buffie was so aroused that she wanted to escalate the footsie between them. 

She moved both her feet and placed them on Birdie’s knees. Birdie smiled amorously at her from behind the monitor of her computer.

A moment later Birdie matched her move.

The two junior floor managers entwined their legs tightly under the table, the rubbing of smooth skin making soft pleasant noises which only they could hear. The tangling and disentangling of legs continued until their legs were hopelessly entangled.

Both women were incredibly overwhelmed by this interlocking of their legs and rubbing between their feet. Neither woman cared if anyone was watching them anymore. That was how sexually aroused they were.
The women continued with this interlocking of legs for what seemed like an eternity to them.

They tried to escalate their pleasure by holding on to a certain interlocked pose for many minutes. Sweat formed on their foreheads and their legs from their amatory exertions under the table.

The tangling between sweaty legs took the women to new erotic highs. Their chests heaved and they continued to flash amorous glances at each other.

So involved were they with their footsie that they did not hear the door to the glass cubicle open. It was only after Connie and Callie said hi to them that Buffie and Birdie disentangled their legs from each other and woke up completely from their erotic slumber.

The two women sheepishly said Hi’s to Connie and Callie.

“You girls allright? Both your faces are so red”, asked Connie in a concerned voice.

“Yeah, are you two sick or something?”, asked Callie.

“Oh er ….. no we are perfectly fine. Our boyfriends are leaving for Syria tomorrow. We are just a bit sad”, Buffie blurted out.

“Yeah, we were just discussing how we’re going to miss our boyfriends”, said Birdie, supporting her colleague.

“That is so sad. It’s never easy when your man is out there fighting for God and country”, said Connie. She was a big breasted woman, and her chest heaved as she spoke pompously.
 
“Our husband Reggie has been in Iraq since the last five years. On duty without leave”, said Callie. Like Connie, she was also a big breasted woman, and her chest heaved wildly as she spoke. Buffie could not help but stare at both Connie and Callie’s boobs.

“I’ve heard all about it. Just want the two of you two know that you’re really brave”, said Birdie.
 
“Why thank you, Birdie. Callie here has been a big support to me while our husband has been away fighting”, said Connie.

“So kind of you, Connie. Connie has also been very kind to me while Reggie has been away”, said Callie.

The two portly women moved towards each other and interlocked fingers.

Buffie looked from the two women to Birdie who did not seem to be surprised by their words or actions.

“You know what? You both can take the rest of the day off”, said Connie.

“Yeah, you girls go home and take rest. You need to see off your boyfriends tomorrow”, said Callie.

Connie and Callie continued to hold hands.

They were holding hands like they were lovers or something, thought Buffie.

But Birdie was acting like the two women entwining fingers like they were girlfriends was the most natural thing ever.

“You sure Buffie and I can take the rest of the day off?”, asked Birdie.

“Yeah sure, just take the rest of the day off”, said Callie, addressing both Birdie and Buffie.

Connie and Callie continued to stand there with their fingers entwined. Buffie thought they looked sexy together. Both women were tall and portly. It struck her once again that Connie and Callie looked identical, like they were doppelgangers. They also had a strange sexual chemistry about them.

“Thank you. Buffie and I are so grateful for this holiday”, said Birdie, looking towards Buffie.

Buffie snapped out of her erotic musings.

“Thank you so much Connie and Callie. Both Birdie and I could use this holiday”, Buffie blurted out.

Birdie and Buffie put their loafers back on.

Connie and Callie just stood there, their fingers entwined like lovers, their eyes on Birdie and Buffie. Buffie felt self-conscious.

Birdie and Buffie once again whispered terse thank you’ s to Connie and Callie as they left the cubicle. Buffie looked back into the glass cubicle when she and Birdie had walked a little down the aisle.

Connie and Callie were still staring at them. With their fingers still tightly entwined. As if they were lesbian lovers or something.

Chapter 6

It was a pleasant afternoon, and the car park was full of cars, unlike the previous night.

The women walked silently towards their cars.

“What’s the deal with those two women?”, asked Buffie when they were well away from the supermarket entrance.

“Who? Connie and Callie?”, asked Birdie.

“Yeah. They’re so strange. The way they were holding hands, they almost seemed like lovers to me”, said Buffie, sounding intrigued.

Birdie giggled.

“What’s the big secret, Birdie?”, asked Buffie.

“Let’s sit in my car and talk for a bit. I’ll tell you all about their situation”, said Birdie.

They got into Birdie’s Honda Civic.

“Connie and Callie are married to the same man. His name is Reginald Tennyson”, said Birdie, once they had settled down into the front seat of the Honda. 

“What?”, exclaimed Buffie.

“Yeah. I was shocked when I first heard about it. This Reginald dude has been deployed to the warfront for many years and Connie and Callie live together in the same house, waiting for him”, said Birdie.

“They share a fucking house?”, asked Buffie in a surprised voice.

“Not just that. There is a whisper among the employees on the floor that the two of them liked to get it on with each other, now that their husband is away and there is nobody around to satisfy them sexually”, said Birdie, coolly.

“What the fuck? They’re lesbians?”, asked Buffie, sounding excited.

“Who the fuck knows, Buffie? Maybe they just hump each other to satisfy their basic sexual need”, said Birdie.

“Damn! Polyandry in this day and age”, said Buffie with a sigh.

“Trust me it’s still common around these parts”, said Birdie.

“Yeah?”, asked Buffie.

“Yeah”, said Birdie.

The two women were silent for a few moments, gathering their thoughts.

“Bet it sucks being married to the same man”, said Buffie.

Birdie did not respond.

“I don’t know. I’ve thought about it. I think it’s kinda sexy”, said Birdie.

“What? You think being married to the same man is sexy?”, asked Buffie, sounding offended.

“Yeah”, said Birdie.

Buffie giggled. The two women eyed each other.

“I enjoyed playing footsie with you today”, said Birdie, in a seductive voice.

“Me too”, said Buffie and she placed a hand on Birdie’s thigh.

Birdie lunged at Buffie and the two women kissed.

It was a pleasant and tender kiss at first.

But once they opened their mouths and their tongues came out, it stirred something in both women.

They began to kiss lasciviously and breathlessly.

Moans and grunts filled the small space in the front of the Honda as the kissing between Birdie and Buffie increased in intensity.

The windows were turned up, so the car was filled with the aromas of their perfumes.

They ran their tongues wildly over each other, both women intent on escalating this sexual encounter.

They struggled in the narrow space of the car, both women eager to hug each other, but the gap between the seats making it hard for them to embrace.

Finally, Buffie took the initiative. She raised herself up in her car seat and planted her buttocks onto Birdie’s lap.

Birdie welcomed Buffie passionately into her lap.

The two women threw their arms around each other and locked their mouths together in a torrid kiss.

“Mmm, you ate pecan pie for breakfast. I can taste it in your mouth”, Birdie whispered sensually.

“And so did you. Fresh pecan pie too. I can taste it in your mouth too, girl”, Buffie whispered back sensually.

They plunged their mouths onto each other with a renewed passion.

They were really beginning to enjoy groping each other’s bodies immensely when there was an insistent knock on the window.

It was an old woman. Probably a customer at the supermarket.

“What do you think you ladies are doing in there? This is a nice community. You can’t be snoggin each other in the fucking car park. Get a fucking room, will ya?”, shouted the old lady.

Buffie climbed off Birdie and got back into her seat.

But the old woman was insistent.

“You can’t be doing this lesbo stuff in the fucking supermarket parking lot”, said the old woman.

Birdie lowered her window.

“Got it, old timer. Now will you leave us alone?”, said Birdie calmly.

“No I won’t leave you alone. Get a fuckin room will ya”, said the old woman, still standing by the driver’s window.

“See you in the morning tomorrow, Birdie”, said Buffie, winking at Birdie and opening the door.

There was no point making a scene right outside their workplace. 

“Wait! I’ll pick you up in the morning in my car and we can drive to the army base together”, said Birdie, in a pining tone.
 
“Sure. My address is 27 Beege Avenue, Hickory Road. The postbox in front of the lawn has my name. The tallest oak tree in the street is right next to my house”, said Buffie.

“OK. Pick you up at 7 in the am? The plane with the soldiers takes off at half past 8”, said Birdie, sorry to see Buffie go.

The old woman watched them irritatedly.

“Sounds great”, said Buffie.

Buffie had the door half open, but she leant towards Birdie at the last moment and kissed her fully on the lips. Birdie kissed right back.

“This country is going straight to hell”, yelled the old woman.

Buffie walked quickly to her car, hopped in, and drove away. Birdie watched her drive away.

“You hear me? This country is going straight to hell”, said the old woman.

“I heard you just fine the first time you said that mam”, said Birdie.

She started the ignition, put the car into gear and drove slowly away, leaving the old woman behind her.

Her nipples were erect. Birdie knew she had to calm down. Her boyfriend was leaving for Syria the next day and here she was kissing her co-worker in the parking lot outside her work place.

Only two things mattered. God and country, thought Birdie when she felt a trickle of cum from her vagina, soil her  pantie.

Chapter 7

Buffie saw the Honda arrive outside her house at 7 am the next day. She was already ready. She locked the front door and walked swiftly towards the car.

Birdie openly ogled at Buffie as she walked towards the car. Buffie wore a simple red round-neck T-shirt and blue jeans. Her breasts jiggled pleasantly as she opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
She was wearing some kind  of orange smelling perfume. It was strong but also rich.

“Howdy there, Buffie” said Birdie.

“Howdie to you, Birdie”, said Buffie in a pleasant voice.

“How you feeling?”, asked Birdie.

“I don’t know. It hasn’t hit me yet. I’m going to cry like a baby after a week when Stankey isn’t going  to be around to chop up the wood in my backyard for the fireplace”, said Buffie.

Birdie placed one hand on Buffie’s thigh. She steered the car with her right hand.

Buffie covered Birdie’s hand with her own hand.

“You and me, we’ve been flirting with each other, Birdie.  You know it’s got to stop. People are going to start talkin”, said Buffie in a concerned voice.

“Most people wouldn’t give a shit if you and I hooked up, Buffie. People have their own problems”, said Birdie matter of factly.

They were on their way. The army base was a twenty-minute drive from Buffie’s house.

“I’m glad I have you, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“I’m glad I have you, Buffie”, said Birdie.

Buffie looked over at Birdie’s red round neck T-shirt and blue jeans. They were dressed identically, both of them in red tops and blue jeans. A strange coincidence, thought Buffie.

There was no traffic at that early hour. They reached the army base quickly and parked the Honda in the parking lot, which was filled with families.

They had to wait in a queue that moved slowly, to enter the army base.

Buffie took Birdy’s hand in hers and the two women entwined fingers tightly and looked intensely at each other as they waited in the queue. It was a hot morning, and patches of sweat head appeared on their red t-shirts.
They finally made it into a large airfield where the soldiers where loading their bags and equipment into a Boeing C-17.

The national anthem was playing. Families were milling around the soldiers.

Buffie and Birdy walked through the crowds, holding hands, both women feeling a little lost.

‘God, I hate crowds”, said Buffie.

“Me too”, said Birdie.

Birdie squeezed at their entwined fingers and Buffie squeezed back.

“See your man anywhere?”, asked Buffie.

“No. You see yours?”, asked Birdie.

“Nope”, said Buffie in a desperate voice.

Buffie looked at Birdie and saw her breasts heaving. There were sweat patches under the armpits of Birdie’s red round neck T-shirt.

Birdie looked sideways at Buffie and there was a thin film of sweat across her face and she looked desolate. Birdie wanted to kiss Buffie that moment but controlled herself.

“There he is”, said Buffie pointing in the direction of a wooden fence where a tall man in army fatigues stood waving at them.

The crowd hid his face from Birdie.

Buffie pulled Birdie towards where the man stood. They bypassed the crowd, and Birdie saw the man’s face.

It was Norman. Did Buffie know what Norman looked like? No way. Or maybe she did.

Buffie pulled her towards Norman and Birdie waved at him and he waved back at her.

They finally reached him.

Buffie let go of Birdie’s hand and hugged the man.
 
“Missed you so much last night, Stanley”, said Buffie to Norman, embracing him tightly and Norman put a hand around Buffie’s body.

Birdie looked at Norman and he looked back at her sheepishly.

“What the fuck is going on here?”, asked Birdie.

Buffie turned around and looked surprised by Birdie’s anger.

“Oh I’m sorry, Birdie. Birdie, this is Stanley. Stanley, meet Birdie. She is my co-worker at Randy’s. I told you, her boyfriend Norman is also going with you to Syria”, said Buffie innocently.
Birdie’s eyes locked with Norman’s.

“Is this some kind of joke? Get your hands off my boyfriend you bitch”, said Birdie angrily.

“Huh? Your boyfriend? What are you talking about, Birdie?”, asked Buffie, looking genuinely surprised.

“Ladies. Let’s all calm down here”, said Norman.

People in the crowd near them were watching them now.

“This is not Stanley.  Why are you calling him Stanley? This is my boyfriend, Norman. Right Norman?”, Birdie asked Norman in a hurt and hopeful voice.

“Birdie, are you crazy? This is not Norman. This is my boyfriend, Stanley. What the fuck is wrong with you?”, asked Buffie angrily.

“Norman are you gonna tell her or what?” asked Birdie, desperately. 

Norman or Stanley just stood there, arms folded across his powerful chest, a guilty expression on his face.

“Stanley are you gonna tell her or what?”, asked Buffie, desperately.

The two women were like two desperate teenagers appealing to their teenage boyfriend. Fighting for his attention. The crowd was not just watching them now but had begun to gather around the three of them.

“Can you both calm down?”, asked Norman/Stanley in a calm but firm voice.

The two women who were much shorter than the tall Stanley/Norman looked up at him while also glaring sideways at each other.

It was slowly dawning on both Birdie and Buffie about what had transpired. Somebody clicked a photo with their camera. The sound of the clicking camera rang in their ears like a warning.

“Ladies, I must confess have been two timing you both over the last six months”, said Norman/Stanley.

“What? Are you kidding me, Norman?”, asked Birdie, looking distressed.

“Are you joking, Stanley?”, asked Buffie.

“No I am not kidding you, Birdie. And I am not joking, Buffie. I am dead serious. I have been two timing you both. I am coming clean here. I am in love with both of you wonderful Texan ladies”, said Norman/Stanley in a matter-of-fact voice, looking at both of them.

“What?”, asked Birdie.

“Fuck!”, said Buffie.

There was now a proper crowd to watch the proceedings.

Birdie and Buffie looked towards each other. What were they supposed to do? They were desperate friends just a few minutes ago. Now they were on the verge of being sworn enemies and sexual rivals.
The two fleshy women looked fierily into each other’s sweat drenched faces. They were aware of the small crowd that had gathered around them.

Neither woman knew what needed to be done. The sun was beating down on them both. Sweat broke out across both their bodies.

“I love you both”, said Norman/Stanley.

Buffie let out a desperate sigh.

Birdie looked down at her feet.

The crowd kept watching. More photos were getting clicked on cameras.

“Birdie and Buffie, will you marry me?”, asked Norman/Stanley, kneeling down on the grass, appealing to them both.
 
“What?”, asked Birdie.

“Huh?”, asked Buffie.

Norman/Stanley looked like a muscular Frank Sinatra in a musical as he knelt down in front of the two women, appealing to them to marry him.

“I urge you both to marry me. I am off to Syria to fight for my country. To fight for God and country”, said Norman/Stanley.

Coming from his mouth, the phrase sounded trite all of a sudden to the two women, who stood there not knowing what to do.

The crowd that had gathered around them, clapped at Norman/Stanley’s appeal to the two women to marry him.

Birdie and Buffie looked sideways at each other. They were looking towards each other for help.

The crowd kept swelling around them.

The air around them grew hotter.

Norman/Stanley still knelt down in front of them.

A priest appeared from inside the crowd. He had on a dark brown robe, tied together with what seemed like a thick rope around the waist.

“The young man is appealing to you ladies to marry him. I am the messenger of God. I request and fervently urge you ladies to accept his appeal to marry him”, said the priest. He was bald and looked like Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now.

The crowd clapped and whistled at the priests appeal to them.

Birdie and Buffie looked at each other again. They only saw blank callous looks on each other’s faces. They looked away from each other,  utterly disgusted.

Norman/Stanley continued to kneel down in front of them.

The priest went apeshit then.

“Listen ladies. This man is going to fight for the expansion of the American empire in another country. I urge you to marry him. I beg you, ladies. I plead with you”, the priest was shouting now. His breath smelled of cranberry chewing gum. It was probably stuck in the back of his molars somewhere.

The crowd clapped and whistled again. The priest was riling them up.

Birdie and Buffie were beaten. The sun was beating down on them. Not even the sun was on their side.

Norman/Stanley knelt down in front of them in what was a prolonged lunge. He did not look tired.

“Buffie and Birdie, I urge you to marry me”, shouted Norman/Stanley.

The crowd clapped and cheered again. A helicopter passed noisily overhead.

Buffie and Birdie felt like the eyes of the crowd were on them. Forcing them. Urging them.

“Listen to him. Listen to this foot soldier. He is asking you for his hand in marriage. In the most respectable manner known to man”, shouted the priest.

The swelling crowed cheered and clapped at the priest’s plea. The sound of photos being clicked were somehow as loud as the cheap cheering of the crowds.

“Buffie and Birdie, will you marry me?”, shouted Norman/Stanley still in his prolonged lunge.

The crowd cheered again.

“I will”, Birdie shouted out suddenly. She glanced sideways at Buffie when she said this. Buffie’s face was drenched with sweat now. So was her red T-shirt.

“Oh what a woman! What a woman! She has agreed to marry this young man”, shouted the priest.

The crowd went crazy with their cheering. More photographs were clicked.

The priest now moved towards Buffie, who just stood there like a fool. Buffie felt foolish and it showed on her face. Buffie looked at Birdie. Birdie nodded slightly at Buffie. That was all the encouragement that Buffie needed.

“I will marry Stanley”, said Buffie without any further thought.

“Yeahhhhh! That’s it. Both ladies have agreed to marry this young man. This great foot solider for the American empire”, shouted the priest.

The crowd cheered.

“Norman Stanley, I urge you to kiss Birdie Hawkins and Buffie Halloran. They are both ready to become your wife”, shouted the priest.

How the fuck did the priest know their names? Had this been pre-planned? Had they both been set-up, thought Birdie and Buffie.

Norman Stanley sprung up to his feet.

Norman Stanley kissed Birdie Hawkins first. Birdie thought he smelled of acrid sweat. Then he kissed Buffie Halloran. Buffie thought Norman Stanley smelled pungent.

Buffie and Birdie glared fierily at each other.

“I now declare you Buffie Halloran and Birdie Hawkins to be wives to Norman Stanley”, shouted out the priest, first to the two sweat drenched women and then to the crowd.

The crowd went well and truly apeshit, cheering and whistling. Their cheers and cries were not too different from the ones sex-crazed gorillas in documentaries.

Buffie and Birdie looked towards each other again.

“And now, Norman Stanley has to leave for Damascus. I am sure Birdie Hawkins and Buffie Halloran will be waiting for him when he returns, brave and triumphant”, the priest yelled out.

Norman Stanley walked away from the scene, waving at his two wives. The crowd made way for  the departing soldier.

His wives, Birdie Hawkins and Buffie Halloran did not wave back at him.

Chapter 8

During the drive back, they rolled down the car windows  on account of how hot and sweaty they both were.

“You hungry?”, asked Birdie.

Buffie did not respond. She just sat there like a zombie.

“You hungry?, asked Birdie again, slightly more loudly.

Buffie continued to sit there like a fucking sweating zombie.

“Buffie”, snapped Birdie.

Buffie looked towards her, a blank expression on her face.

But she still did not speak.

“I asked you a question”, said Birdie.

“What was it?”, asked Buffie.

“Are you hungry?”, asked Birdie, letting out a sigh.

“Yeah. I did not eat anything for breakfast”, said Buffie.

“Should I stop somewhere?”, asked Birdie.

“Yeah. You better. I could eat a fucking elephant”, said Buffie, continuing in her zombie voice.

“OK”, said Birdie.

She saw a sign for a diner right then and pulled into the parking lot. The sign atop the diner promised all American food.

The parking lot was empty, so Birdie parked wherever she pleased. They got out of the Honda and walked towards the diner.

They did not entwine fingers or anything as they walked. In fact, they kept a distance from each other as if they were enemies or something.

But deep in their hearts, both women had accepted the bitter truth was that they were now married to the same man.

They had gone to the army base as two women who were there to send their boyfriends away to Syria.

But they had both been dating the same man. The man had been fooling them both, two timing them to be exact.

Now their destinies were knotted together. They were entwined for the rest of their lives.

Birdie opened the diner door and when they stepped inside and the cool AC air hit their hot fatigued bodies and the pleasant smell of French fries hit their dulled hungry senses, both women spruced up a little.

They took a table at a far corner of the diner, far away from the other customers.

Birdie and  Buffie wanted to be alone now. Alone with each other.

The waitresses eyed the two women with disdain.

There were patches of sweat across the T-shirts of both women. They were not a pretty picture. Frustration and anger were writ large on the faces of both women.

They sat down at the table at a corner of the diner, far away from prying eyes. Both women had enough of humanity for one day.

They sat side by side on the red sofa seat.

The sides of their breasts brushed each other and both women moved away, eyeing each other with disgust and hatred.

A waitress approached the two women fearfully.

“Just give us the food that can be served the quickest. We just want to eat and get the hell out of here”, said Birdie, not even looking at the waitress.

“Shall I get you guys chicken tenders and chips?”, asked the waitress, eyeing the two angry looking women with suspicion.

“That’s fine”, said Buffie.

“OK. Two plates of chicken tenders and chips then”, said the waitress and walked away without waiting for their acknowledgement.

Birdie glared sideways at Buffie. Buffie glared back at her.

“We’re in a soup, aren’t we?”, asked Birdie.

“You can say that again”, said Buffie.

“What the fuck are we gonna do now?”, asked Birdie angrily.

“Why the fuck are you shouting at me? I didn’t do all this”, said Buffie.

“You were dating my boyfriend all these months”, said Birdie accusingly.

“Whoah! Now I could turn around and say the same thing”, said Buffie.

They glared at each other.

“The truth is that the prick was two-timing us. We both have been played for suckers”, said Buffie.

Birdie did not respond. She knew it was the chastening truth.

“We’re gonna be all over the newspapers tomorrow morning”, said Buffie.

“Huh?”, asked Birdie.

“Didn’t you see them clicking photographs. Most of the families had cameras with them. The fuckers were clicking pictures of our plight like Marilin Monroe and Jane Russell was putting on a naked show together or something”, said Buffie angrily.

“All you had to do was signal to me and we could have run out of there, Buffie”, said Birdie.

“I was waiting for a signal from you, Birdie. The truth was that the fucking priest was bullying us. This is not a situation any woman has to handle every day”, said Buffie.

Both women were silent for a few moments.

“So, what are we gonna do about this?”, asked Birdie.

“You could divorce him, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“Why don’t you divorce him, Buffie?”, asked Birdie.
“Why don’t you?”, asked Buffie.

“No why don’t you?”, asked Birdie.

They were glaring at each other now.

“I ain’t letting go of Stanley. He is my man”, said Buffie.

“I ain’t letting go of him either. He is my man. And it is Norman, not Stanley”, said Birdie.

Buffie felt something snap inside her. She caught Birdie by the neck.

Birdie was surprised by the sudden attack. She tried to remove Buffie’s hand off her neck, but Buffie’s grip was powerful.

Birdie retaliated by catching hold of Buffie’s neck.
 
“You cxnt”, cried out Buffie.

“You whore”, cried out Birdie.

The patrons at the diner turned around to look at the fighting women.

Buffie slapped Birdie with her free hand.

The slap was returned a moment later.

The women let go of each other’s necks and let loose a flurry of slaps on each other’s faces.

Obscenities were yelled out as they slapped each other.

The fighting women fell off the sofa and onto the floor of the diner.

They rolled around, hitting and pinching at each other’s bodies.

Waitresses made way for them.

Birdie somehow managed to stand up on her feet even as Buffie tried to pull her down by tearing at her shirt.

Birdie’s shirt tore in Buffie’s hands and Buffie fell back onto the floor.

Birdie was furious at being humiliated in public like this. She charged at Buffie and pulled at Buffie’s shirt. Buffie’s T-shirt tore in Birdie’s hands.

Now the two battling women were in their brassieres, exposing their fleshy upper torsos to the patrons and waitresses.

They once again let loose a flurry of slaps on each other’s faces and necks and shoulders.

None of the customers or the waitresses stepped in to separate the two battling women.

Such was the sexual fury of the two women that none of them dared to enter their path.

Their slapping and fighting continued and the two battling women moved towards the front of the diner.

Neither woman gave an inch. Both of them were intent on defeating the other woman physically. Both Buffie and Birdie wanted to show the other woman who was the boss. It was the most primitive battle known to man. The fight for a sexual mate.

They grabbed clumps of each other’s hair even as they hit out viciously at each other’s faces with their free hands.

One of the waitresses opened the diner door and the two fighting women somehow slipped outside onto the gravel drive and fell, with their hands still holding clumps of each other’s hair.

The waitress closed the door immediately and locked it from inside.

They rolled around on the gravel drive with their bodies locked together.

Birdie and Buffie could feel their brassiere covered breasts jousting even as they slapped the living daylights out of each other.

Despite the violence they were inflicting on each other, their nipples were erect.

The battling women began to get weary. The speed with which they were slapping each other reduced considerably as the women grew tired.

Nobody came to stop them. Customers and the waitresses at the diner lined up behind the glass windows to watch the furious battle between the two women.

The slapping stopped and the two women lay on the gravel drive, upper torsos plastered together, and their jeans covered legs, hopelessly entwined, crotches bunched up together as if they were making love to each other.

But their faces beamed hatred at the other woman.

They held onto each other’s hair and blew hot breaths into each other’s faces as they lay entwined on the gravel drive. 

Their brassiere covered upper bodies were now covered with sweat. The mass of white flesh gleamed in the hot sun.

The people at the diner looked on, utterly mesmerized by the sight of the two semi-nude women laying entwined on the gravel drive.

They lay like that for a long time, cussing and landing the occasional tired slap on each other’s faces or backs.

None of the watchers at the diner could look away.

It was Buffie who disentangled herself from Birdie first and stood up.

Birdie lay on the gravel drive for a few more moments before standing up.

Birdie slowly walked towards her Honda and got in.

Buffie waited for her to drive away. But she did not. Birdie just sat inside the Honda, glaring at Buffie.

Buffie realized Birdie was waiting for her.

She walked towards the Honda and got in beside Birdie.

Birdie started the car and the two women drove away.

The oglers at the diner watched the two women drive away in the Honda.

None of them could really eat their food after the dazzling display of catfighting they had just witnessed.

Chapter 9

They arrived at Buffie’s house.

Birdie parked near the tall oak tree.

The two women sat in the car without talking. Birdie killed the ignition.

All was quiet around them. Just the pleasant chirping of the birds.

“You want to come in?”, asked Buffie.

“No. I better get home”, said Birdie.

“I have a few beers in the fridge”, said Buffie.

“Thanks. But no. I better head home”, said Birdie.

Neither woman spoke for a while.

“What are we gonna do, Birdie?”, asked Buffie.

“How the fuck should I know?”, asked Birdie.

“I’ll pay you $10,000 dollars if you agree to divorce Stanley”, said Buffie.

“Hahahahahahhahaha! Are you joking?”, asked Birdie, cackling wildly.

“No. I ain’t joking, Birdie. There aren’t any more jokes. This ain’t no funny business we’ve got ourselves into”, said Buffie.

“I ain’t divorcing Norman, Buffie”, said Birdie stubbornly.

“Then what the fuck are we gonna do? Both of us live as his wife? What are we gonna do when he comes back? Only one of us can be his wife, Birdie. And you know it”, said Buffie.

“You got that right, Buffie. Only one of us can be his wife. Cos I ain’t sharing him”, said Birdie.

“I ain’t sharing him either”, said Buffie, her voice as stubborn as Birdie’s.

The women looked at each other, both of them glaring at their sexual rival.

“We are locked in battle, Buffie”, said Birdie.

“We are locked in heated battle, Birdie”, said Buffie.

“It is going to be the survival of the fittest”, said Birdie.

“You got that right”, said Buffie.

They smiled feistily at each other. Both women knew at that moment that their sexual rival was not going to give an inch.

“Prepare for war, Buffie”, said Birdie in a quiet voice.

“I am ready, Birdie. Hope you’re prepared to go to war with me”, said Buffie in an equally quiet voice.

“My ancestors were fur trappers in these parts, Buffie. I come from tough stock”, said Birdie.

“My ancestors were fur thieves, and they kicked your ancestor’s ass. I come from tougher stock than you”, said Buffie.

The two women chuckled together.

“Hope you know what you’re getting into, Buffie”, said Birdie in a threatening voice.

“I know exactly what I’m getting into. You don’t know who you’re fucking with, Birdie”, said Buffie in an equally threatening voice.

They glared at each other. Their bodies were drenched with sweat and both women glanced at each other’s heaving boobs beneath their brassieres.

It was then that both women realized that they had left their torn T-shirts at the diner.

Birdie lunged at Buffie and kissed her on her lips.

Their mouths locked together in a fierce kiss. They did not kiss like they were lovers. They kissed like they were warriors.

They did not fondle each other’s bodies as they kissed. It was not a kiss of tenderness. It was a kiss of hatred, and it ended as soon as it started when Buffie disentangled her mouth from Birdie’s.

“See you at work tomorrow, Birdie”, said Buffie in a challenging voice.

“Sure, see you at work tomorrow, Buffie”, said Birdie in an equally challenging voice.

Buffie stepped out of the Honda. Birdie started the car, raced it a few times and drove away.

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The rivalry between Birdie and Buffie escalates when they discover that they could be dating the same man. Things reach a head when their shared boyfriend proposes marriage to both women before he heads for Syria. Will Birdie and Buffie, two sexy and fleshy women agree to share an army man who has been deployed to the war front even as they work side by side at the supermarket? Will they let their hatred for each other consume them or will they surrender to their sexual attraction for each other?

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Chapter 10

Two short articles caught the imagination of newspaper readers across Amarillo, the next morning.

Two Brides for a Departing Soldier

The Amarillo army base was witness to unusual scenes on the day of the departure of a platoon of soldiers to Damascus as part of a UN peacekeeping force.

Birdie Hawkins and Buffie Halloran, two young women who had come to see off their boyfriends were stunned when they realized that they had been dating the same man over the last few months.

Norman Stanley, a soldier in the platoon to Damascus had been dating both women over the last few months without the knowledge of the two women.

What could have been a scene of conflict, however turned into a day of marriage and harmony for the two women.

Norman Stanley proposed marriage to both women. Encouraged by a vociferous crowd and the chaplain at the army base, the two women accepted Norman Stanley’s offer to marry them both.

“It is one of the greatest days in my life as a chaplain. I was able to secure the marriage of not one but two women as wives for this departing soldier. The young man is a great servant to the United States of America, the greatest country in the world”, said Chaplain Sergius O Shaugnessy, who had encouraged the two women to accept Norman Stanley’s proposal to marry them both.

The two women Birdie Hawkins and Buffie Halloran were unavailable for comment.

Serious Brawl at Denny’s Diner

Patrons at the popular Denny’s Diner in Amarillo, Texas were witness to a furious brawl between two female customers.

What had started off a normal day at worked turned into one of extreme violence for Cathy Finnegan, a waitress at Denny’s.

“I don’t know who those two women were. But the way they fought, they looked like a couple of crazy bitches in heat. I hope law enforcement agencies hunt them down, lock em up in jail and throw away the keys. Women like these are a menace to society”, said Cathy, not one to mince words. 

Philo Beddo, a truck driver who has stopped at the diner for his daily beer and steak had this to say about the brawl.

“They were two nice and round and fleshy women. They went at it like a couple of bitches at a whorehouse. I must tell you man, it was some sight. I’ll never forget what I saw for the rest of my life. I’ve been around this country, and I ain’t never seen anything like it. These two fleshy women were trying to kill each other. But the fight ended rather sedately, if I may add. They rolled around the gravel drive like they were a couple of lovers or something. It sure was a sight for sore eyes”, said Philo.

Law enforcement agencies have not been able to track down the identities of the two brawling women.

Chapter 11

Buffie walked into the supermarket rather reluctantly the next morning. She had been drinking all night. Ten beers when she counted the cans laying on her carpet floor in the morning. Her head ached and her face was puffy with all the bruises from the slaps Birdie had inflicted on her.

As she walked down the aisle, she sensed the other employees whispering behind her back and some of them stifling laughs. Buffie wanted to shout at them and tell them to fuck off.  But she suppressed her anger and walked towards the cubicle.

She stepped into the glass cubicle and Birdie was already in front of the computer.

“Mornin”, said Buffie as she settled down across the table in front of Birdie.

“Mornin”, said Birdie in a terse whisper.

Their eyes met. Buffie saw the bruises on Birdie’s face. She had given as good as she had got.

Neither woman looked away for a few moments, both of them holding the stare. It was on between them. The war between Buffie and Birdie has started yesterday. Both women were ready to resume battle today morning.

They continued to stare hatefully at each other when the door opened, and Connie and Callie stepped into the office.

“Good morning”, said Connie.

“Good morning you guys”, said Callie.

Buffie and Birdie returned the greetings of the two senior managers.

Connie and Callie looked on at Buffie and Birdie, as if they were two rare specimens of humans who they were studying or researching.

“How you both doing?”, asked Callie stepping towards the desk where Buffie and Birdie sat.

“I’m fine”, said Birdie.

“I’m allright”, said Buffie.

“We are aware of the developments. We have been informed that you both got married yesterday. We read it in the newspaper too”, said Connie.

Both Buffie and Birdie did not respond, and they simply stared down at the floor, guiltily.

“Congratulations you guys”, said Callie.

“Yeah congratulations”, said Connie.

Buffie and Birdie did not respond. They just sat there with their bruised faces and dark circles around their eyes.

Connie and Callie looked at each other and they both shrugged, surprised at the lack of enthusiasm in the two junior employees at getting married to a soldier.

“Are you both OK?”, asked Callie. She saw the bruises on the faces of the two junior floor managers. She had a hunch that the women had tried to punch and slap each other out.

“Do I look OK?”, asked Birdie, sounding angry.

She glared at Buffie who glared right back at her.

“Come on you both. Try to get along allright. You are now married to the same man. There is no need for any acrimony”, said Callie, trying to pacify the two warring women.

“Easy for you to say”, said Buffie in a dour voice.

“No, it ain’t easy for me to say, Buffie. You and Birdie over here remind me of Connie and Callie after we got married to the same man. Now our husband is at the warfront. And Connie and I are like best friends to each other. I cannot live without Connie, and she cannot live without me”, said Callie passionately.

“Callie is right. Having a co-wife when your husband is away fighting for God and country is the best deal ever. Trust me, you both simply need to rough it out for the first month or so. You don’t know how awesome it is after that”, said Connie in a voice as passionate as Callie.

Connie moved towards Callie and the two portly women entwined fingers.

But Buffie and Birdie eyed each other with hostility.

“Both Connie and I are here to help you girls if you need anything”, said Callie, in a sincere voice.

“Yes. Anytime you need advice on how to navigate a co-wife relationship ….. just ask us. It can be anything. Sexual jealousy, sex, sharing things etc”, said Connie.

“Forgive me for sounding like your mother but moving into the same house with each other would be a good way to start your lives as co-wives. Not only would you have a companion, but you can save on rent as well”, said Callie, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I agree with Callie. I recommend that the two of you move into the same house as soon as possible”, said Connie.

Callie took Connie’s hand in hers and kissed it. Connie returned the kiss on Callie’s hand and the two portly women looked at each other with a hint of longing.

They looked back towards Buffie and Birdie, maybe hoping that their love for each other would transmit to their warring juniors.

Buffie and Birdie looked over at each other again across the table. This time with a little less hostility.

Chapter 12

The glass cubicle was overwhelmed by the tension between Birdie and Buffie. Even Connie and Callie who were normally cheerful and gay, was quiet throughout the day.

But there was a job to be done. Normal work life had to go on.

Birdie and Buffie stayed back after work to do the rounds in the evening. They had hardly exchanged a word throughout the day. Though both women had stolen glances at each other’s swollen and bruised faces.

Buffie felt herself melting like an iceberg on a sunny day. She had recalled the events of the previous day when that fucking priest, and the bloodthirsty crowd had forced herself and Birdie into a marriage with that son of a bitch Norman Stanley.

Birdie’s thinking was along the same lines. That bastard Norman Stanley had two-timed Buffie and her. Played them against each other cleverly. And then popped the question in front of the crowd. It was a carefully laid plan to trap both Buffie and her as his wives, the son of a bitch.

Callie and Connie said their goodbyes and left together a little after 6 pm.

Buffie and Birdie were alone in the cabin again.

They did not talk to each other or acknowledge each other in the absence of the senior managers. They were like two tigers nursing their wounds.

Then the time to make the rounds across the store arrived.

Both women waited for the other woman to make a move. But neither one did. The minutes kept ticking.

It was a test of patience. Buffie and Birdie wanted to talk to each other. But both warriors were waiting for the other woman to make a move.

The test of patience went on and on. Neither woman gave an inch. Neither woman was willing to make the first step towards a gradual mutual peace.

Birdie caved in first.

“How you doin?”, she whispered uncertainly at Buffie as they sat across the table.

Buffie did not respond first and kept staring into her monitor. Birdie thought Buffie hadn’t heard her and was about to repeat her question when Buffie turned her face towards where Birdie sat.

Their eyes met.

“I am allright. A bit hungover. How you doin yourself?”, asked Buffie in a tone that was not hostile at all. 

“I am OK. A bit hungover myself. My face hurts too”, said Birdie.

Neither woman spoke for a few moments. They just sat there across the table from each other, uncertain expressions on their faces.

“About time we went on our rounds, don’t you think?”, asked Buffie.

“Yeah. Shall we start now?”, asked Birdie.

There was a formality to their relationship after the events of the previous day when they had slapped and punched the living daylights out of each other in the diner after they were married off to the same man.

They walked out of the cubicle together and entered the aisles.

There were no arguments between the two women on that evening as they walked across the supermarket aisles, checking the goods.

Both women knew they had to perform their jobs like professionals. There were bills to be paid.

“You think Norman is going to send us any money?”, asked Buffie suddenly as they entered the aisle with the gym accessories.

Birdie was surprised by the question.

“I’m not sure I am ready to discuss that now”, said Birdie.

“Why not?”, asked Buffie firmly.

“Jesus, Buffie. Why did you have to bring this up now?”, asked Birdie.

“Well, we have to bring it up sooner or later. You and I are married to the same man, Birdie. We are co-wives now. Nothing we can do about it”, said Buffie, placing her hands on her hips.

They stood a couple of steps away from each other.

Birdie knew Buffie was right.

“Well, I don’t think Norman Stanley is gonna send us any fucking money if that’s what you’re asking me. He didn’t share the rent when he was with me”, said Birdie.

“You got that right. He never paid rent when he was with me either”, said Buffie.

The women eyed each other intently. This was a difficult conversation. They were admitting to each other for the first time that they had been dating and fucking the same man.

“You miss him?”, asked Birdie suddenly.

Their eyes met. A hint of hostility appeared on both their faces.

“Yeah, I do. Norman was handy around the house. I felt protected when he was with me”, said Buffie, almost whispering, as if the dumbbells had ears.

Their mutual stare slowly turned into a glare.

“How did you like him in bed?”, asked Birdie. She said it quickly as if it was a question she had been struggling to suppress all day.

“He always did a great job. Norman was virile. We used to fuck atleast three times a day when we were together. And he drove my pussy to orgasm each time we fucked”, said Buffie, in what was clearly a challenging tone. She couldn’t help herself. She was talking about her man with her sexual rival.

“I would have to agree with you. Norman and I would fuck a minimum of three times a day. Sometimes it would go upto five times. We would just fuck and fuck for hours. He would be on top for an hour and then he would lay down and I would mount his cock, and we would go on for an hour like that”, said Birdie in an equally challenging tone. Birdie couldn’t help herself either.

Both women took a step towards each other and looked deep into the other woman’s face which was covered with bruises and scratches.

Their bodies were inches apart. Feisty and competitive expressions had appeared on both their faces. The talk of their shared husband had got both women hot.

Birdie felt her nipples turn erect.

Buffie felt her nipples struggle against the fabric of her brassiere.

They could feel each other’s breaths hit their bruised faces.

“Five fucks a day is a bit of a stretch, Birdie. I think you’re lying”, said Buffie, a hint of rancour in her voice.

“I ain’t lying, Birdie. I swear we used to fuck five times a day and he would bring me to orgasm each and every time”, said Birdie.

“Oh yeah?”, said Buffie.

“Yeah”, said Birdie.

Their faces had turned red as they trash talked.

“Norman and I used to have sex in the backyard of my house. I would lay on the grass, and he would mount me and the two of us would get all sweaty on account of how hot it was”, Buffie blurted out.

“Outdoor sex is nothing new to me. Norman and I used to fuck in our bed. In the toilet. In the shower. In the backyard. In the front yard. In the car. Hell, once we were out for a movie we fucked in the loo at the mall”, said Birdie passionately.

Buffie could contain herself no longer. She closed the distance between her and Birdie and kissed Buffie on the mouth.

The two women threw their arms around each other even as Buffie opened her mouth, and they kissed each other passionately with their tongues and mouths.

The faces which they were slapping and clawing at on the previous day, were now kissing each other.

Their mutual embrace was almost like two wrestlers holding each other.

The women kissed feverishly, desperately running their tongues over each other. They were kissing like two women who had not had sex in a while.

Birdie pushed Buffie towards the wall of the aisle. They continued to kiss as they fumbled and danced towards the wall.

Buffie leant against a small space in the aisle wall between the dumbbells and the barbells and Birdie plastered her body against Buffie’s.

The women began to hump at each other’s thighs as they kissed competitively.

Despite their desperate urge to satisfy their sexual needs, both women were conscious of the fact that they were in the supermarket and there were still workers around who could catch them red handed.

The aisle was filled with the sounds of the two women kissing and their crotches humping at each other’s thighs. They tried to keep their gasps and moans down to a whisper.

Buffie caught a clump of Birdie’s hair as they humped. Birdie returned the courtesy, and the two women were pulling at each other’s hair as they humped and kissed each other passionately.

Buffie and Birdie were inflicting both pleasure and pain on their co-wife or their sexual rival.

They humped desperately against each other’s thighs sending thwack sound across the aisle. Both women raised their skirts for each other so that they could rub their crotches against the flesh of each other’s thighs.

Thighs locked together as the humping grew in intensity.

They grabbed each other’s buttocks for better grips to hump each other’s thighs.

Both women could feel the other woman’s wet panties rubbing against the flesh of each other’s thighs.

As they humped desperately, they could smell the aroma of each other’s wet pussies. The aisle was filled with the combined smell of the aromas from their wet pussies.

They stopped kissing and gasped into each other’s faces as the pussy humping reached a crescendo.

Neither woman had gotten laid in the last three days since their shared boyfriend/husband Norman Stanley had left for the army base.

Their hungry pussies began to quiver as they humped each other with gay abandon. The women lost control of their senses and were now gasping and moaning loudly.

Both Buffie and Birdie were surrendering to their basest instincts. They were in the grip of a tremendous sexual fever and did not care if the other employees would see them or whether they would get caught.

They snarled into each other’s faces as they felt the approaching orgasms in their pussies. Their head swam in lust and sexual arousal. There was nothing either woman could do about it.

The two women who were both co-wives as well as sexual rivals, exploded into their panties, soiling their panties with their cum.

They gripped each other as if their lives depended on it until every drop of pent up cum was discharged into their panties.

Even after their orgasms reduced to minor tremors, the women continued to kiss each other like they were trying to kill each other.

Chapter 13

It was a cold evening, but Buffie and Birdie did not hold hands or anything as they walked towards the parking lot.

There was a sexual need that had to be satisfied. They had driven each other to orgasm. Now they were back to fighting the war they both had to fight because they were married to the same man.

Buffie and Birdie were sexually attracted to each other, but Norman Stanley had drawn a wedge between the two women.

They weren’t even talking to each other as they walked towards their cars. Both women looked and felt desolate.

“Thanks for the dry hump. I enjoyed the orgasm”, said Buffie, suddenly.

It was an unexpected compliment.

“Think nothing of it”, said Birdie, letting out a sigh.

An uneasy silence descended upon the two women as they reached their cars.

Should they invite the other woman or their co-wife or their sexual rival to their home to spend the night together in bed? Spend the night naked in bed, humping each other. These were the thoughts running through both women’s minds. But they were still rivals over a man. Their husband.

They stopped together in front of their cars which were parked quite close to each other.

“Cold night, isn’t it?”, asked Birdie, inserting her hands into the pockets of her sweater.

“It’s only going to get colder from here”, said Buffie.

The two women were simply indulging in small talk as they fidgeted in front of their cars.

They both wanted to go home with each other. Buffie wanted Birdie to invite her to Birdie’s house. Birdie wanted Buffie to invite her to Buffie’s house. They both longed to be pampered and nursed. They both longed to lay back and let their pussies be licked.

They waited. Waited for the other woman to make a move.

They gazed longingly at each other. They gazed at each other’s battle-scarred faces in the cold night.

“See you tomorrow, Buffie”, said Birdie.

“See ya, Birdie”, said Buffie.

They looked at each other for a moment longer, hoping one of them would break the ice and invite the other woman home.

“Gonna have a drink when you get home, Buffie?”, asked Birdie.

“Yeah, got a couple of beers in the fridge, Birdie. How about you?”, asked Buffie.

“Nothing like a chilled beer in this weather, Buffie”, said Birdie.

“You can say that again”, said Buffie.

The two women stared at each other hopefully.

Which woman would make a move?

“You want to go to a bar and have a beer with me, Birdie?”, asked Buffie.

Birdie just watched her, her face expressionless.

“Sure, if you want to”, said Birdie.

“Know any good ones in this area?”, asked Buffie, her voice full of hope.

“There’s one down the highway. It’s called Branxxxxn’s. Will not be too crowded at this hour, Buffie. We could drive down in our cars. There is a large red neon sign that says Branxxxxn’s and its hard to miss”, Birdie blurted out eagerly.

“I am game”, said Buffie.

“OK. Let’s hit the bar then. I’ll lead the way”, said Birdie, unable to contain her excitement.

The two women got into their cars. Buffie waited for Birdie to drive out of the Randy’s parking lot in her Honda.

Buffie’s nipples were erect, and her heart was beating like the drums in a primitive tribal song. She couldn’t help but anticipate what would happen between them tonight at the bar.

Birdie drove her Honda out of the parking lot. Buffie followed eagerly.