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“Now who’s flirting with who?” Cappy said with a groan.

Becca laughed again. This kind of banter—"ball-breaking” was what firefighters called it (even for those who don’t have balls)—was one of the things Becca loved about being a firefighter. The job was dangerous and there were no guarantees anyone would return from a call, especially one like this. So it was no wonder that, when the danger had passed and the adrenaline had dissipated, firefighters would bust each other’s chops a bit.

“So, I heard something,” Cappy said after another momentary pause in their conversation.

“Hm?” Becca prodded.

“Buddy of mine works over at Station 1,” Cappy went on. “Says O’Reilly was there the other day talking shit about all the attention you’ve been getting because of that tower fire and how, if he gets his way, he was going to show that he could be just as big a hero as you before he retires.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Becca asked. So that’s why O’Reilly was here tonight, geared up, ready to fight a fire he really had no business fighting. Firefighting was as much about judgement and being able to read a situation as it was spraying water. Someone who had been riding a desk for fifteen years does not need to be active on a fire scene.

She was angry now. O’Reilly had risked other firefighters’ lives by his dumb decision.

“I bet he’s pissed that the Lesbian Wonder Woman had to rescue him,” Cappy said.

“Well,” Becca said, “the next time I see him, I’ll ask if he preferred I left him there.”

***

Holy shit!

Becca pounded the mattress with her left fist, while her right hand was squeezing one of her breasts.

What was happening between her legs and inside of her passage was a symphony of delirious delights with an undercurrent of an erotically achy fullness as her pussy was stretched and occupied like never before.

Krissy hadn’t been kidding! Her glass dildo was a serious piece of work!

It was Thursday, the day after the warehouse fire, and Becca’s day off. After getting some extra sleep at home, Becca had awakened at nearly eleven a.m. horny, wet and needing Krissy. So, she had texted her girlfriend, asking if she had lunch plans. Krissy had responded with No, do you want to order Chinese and eat here? To which Becca had responded with a message informing Krissy that she did not want to waste Krissy’s lunch hour eating food.

Now, they were both naked in Krissy’s bedroom, Becca was lying on her back, her legs spread wide and Krissy was slowly, in stages, slipping the largest glass dildo Becca had ever seen inside of her.

“One more, baby,” Krissy cooed.

Becca, gasping, focused on relaxing her vaginal muscles as Krissy began pushing the toy again. Behind her closed eyes, Becca visualized what was happening: that last large, round protuberance at the base of the dildo disappearing inside her.

“Oh, fuuuuuuck!” she moaned as her opening stretched even more to accommodate it. Finally, it was in and she felt her nether lips shut behind it. “Oh, god! Fucking shiiiiiiiiiit!”

She was close to coming already, but she dialed it back. She wanted it to build up even more.

“Come here!” she ordered Krissy. Then, Krissy was lying atop her, their breasts pressed together, and they were kissing deeply but without hurry. Against Krissy’s mouth, Becca moaned at the fullness causing all that pleasure below her waist. She slid her hands down to Krissy’s ass, squeezing it, really digging her fingers in, enjoying the fact that now she was allowed to do this. All those countless occasions of seeing Krissy’s ass sheathed in painted-on Lululemon shorts and wanting to touch it…now she could and her pussy clenched around the massive toy inside it at this realization.

“God, I missed you so much!” Becca uttered when their kiss broke.

“Me too,” Krissy said, and then pulled on Becca’s bottom lip with her teeth. “I hate you being gone for twenty-four hours like that.”

“Were you a bad girl while I was gone?” Becca asked, kissing Krissy quickly before she answered.

“No,” Krissy said, nuzzling Becca’s neck now. “I didn’t make myself come.”

Becca’s clit thrummed.

“Good,” Becca gasped. “It’s all for me, right?”

“All of it. Always.”

Another long, deep and unhurried kiss. Beneath her mound, the orgasm kept building, layer upon layer.

“Were you a bad girl at work?” Krissy asked when their lips became free again.