I'll Comfort You, My Friend
“Chichi? You okay?” Bulma asked. Chichi paused in her washing up, a
pained look on her face.
They were both in Chichi’s house. Gohan and Goten were out and about.
Chichi had been washing the plates from dinner, and Bulma was sitting
at the table, drinking from a cup of coffee.
Slowly, Chichi shook her head.
“No…” She said quietly.
“Chichi? Want to talk to me about it?” Bulma asked, getting up and
standing next to her friend, her hand on her shoulder.
“Well…I suppose…”
“Go on. Tell me.” Bulma asked, ignoring the twinge from her crotch at
being so close…
“Well, with Goku…gone…” Chichi breathed deep, and continued speaking.
“I, well, feel so lonely…my bed seems so empty…”
“Yeah. I know the feeling.” Bulma said.
“You do? How? You have Vegeta…”
“Sometimes I have him. Or, rather, I feel as if he has me.”
“Bulma? What do you mean?”
“Whenever we make love, it’s almost as if I’m being used to release
his pent up emotions and needs. I wont deny its not good, it’s
brilliant, he’s the best lover I’ve ever had. But I feel used, each
and every time…”
“Well, at least you have someone to look after you, love you…” Chichi
sighed, too deep in her thoughts to notice Bulma was pressing herself
to her, her hand on Chichi’s stomach.
“You can have someone to love you too…” Bulma murmured, her hand on
Chichi’s breast.
“B-bulma!” Chichi gasped.
“You’re so beautiful…” Bulma murmured as Chichi turned her head round,
her eyes wide with shock. Bulma gazed lovingly into her eyes, and
then, slowly, moved her head closer to Chichi’s. Chichi didn’t move,
she was so shocked.
Bulma locked lips with Chichi, and she fought for a while, before
giving in the green haired beauty, a wave of pleasure passing through
her, something she had never felt for years, not since Goku last
kissed her that way…
Bulma’s hand was rubbing through the cloth of Chichi’s dress, rubbing
her breast. Bulma broke away from the kiss, and removed Chichi’s apron
for her. She then slipped down the dress on the right side, followed
by the bra. Her exposed breast was rubbed gently, and Bulma slowly,
gently, rubbed her nipple slowly erect with her thumb. Chichi moaned
softly with pleasure, and Bulma kissed her again, letting this kiss
linger for a minute, two minutes, before breaking away.
“Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Bulma said gently to Chichi.
“I-I, I’m not sure…is this right…I mean…two women…”
“Love, all that matters is our love for one another. I want to comfort
you, my friend…”
Chichi nodded silently, agreeing. Bulma took her hand and let her up
the stairs to the bedroom that was Chichi’s, and had been Goku’s too.
When they reached the doorway, Chichi wouldn’t go in.
“No…not in there. That was where Goku and I last…” Bulma nodded.
“I understand.” And then led her by the hand into Gohan’s room. Bulma
led Chichi to the bed, and as she stood before it, Bulma took Chichi’s
dress off fully, followed by her bra, her shoes and her panties,
leaving them all on the floor for the moment. As Bulma stripped off,
Chichi looked away. When she was undressed, Bulma held Chichi’s chin
by her finger, and made her look up at her.
“You have to look at your lover…” Bulma said softly, and Chichi
nodded, looking, and swallowing in amazement.
Her breasts firm and round. Her smooth stomach, her well shaped legs.
A patch of pubic hair, and an entrance to her inside…
“You like?” Bulma asked, and Chichi nodded. “Lay down, please. I’ll be
pleasuring you now…” Chichi said nothing, but lay down, looking up at
the ceiling. Bulma straddled her on her hands and knees, and Chichi
looked down the length of her body, a slight gasp escaping her lips as
she looked upon Bulma’s breasts, hanging just above her own.
Bulma kissed Chichi, sliding her tongue inside her mouth. Chichi
moaned as one of Bulma’s hands began to caress her left breast slowly
with long, slow strokes. Her thumb slowly rubbed her nipple erect, and
then Bulma broke the kiss, shuffling down so her mouth could be in the
right place.
Bulma’s quick, rapid, flicks of her tongue onto Chichi’s already erect
nipples made Chichi gasp and then moan, long and low, as Bulma lightly
licked one nipple and then the other, before turning to licking one
nipple at a time slowly, dragging her tongue around the nipple. She
alternated at will between them, sometimes lightly licking one nipple
several times and then slowly licking the other.
Chichi was sweating profoundly now, her moans more and more constant,
and louder. Bulma moved down for the final part, and with no warning
plunged two fingers into Chichi’s pussy. Chichi moaned and gasped for
breath as sudden waves of pleasure passed through her. As Chichi was
shivering with delight, Bulma moved her head in close, and inserted
her tongue, moving it about rapidly and randomly.
Chichi raised her lower body upwards suddenly, and gasped loudest,
before falling silent save for some heavy panting. As Bulma watched
her friend close her eyes lightly, she said quietly,
“I’ll be back in a minute. Call me if you want me. I’ll still be in
the house.” Bulma then ran softly down to the bathroom, ignoring her
bouncing breasts. They would get attention soon enough.
Bulma opened up the shower door, one hand already teasing one nipple,
and then the other, erect. She moaned loudly as she stepped inside the
shower, and leaned against the wall as she took the showerhead from
its holder. She turned on the cold water to maximum, and placed it
directly over her pussy.
Bulma shrieked as pleasure overcame her, shuddering wildly. She fell
down, sliding down the wall as she rapidly hit her orgasm. She had
been turned on massively by what she had done to Chichi, and it hadn’t
taken much for her to set off her orgasm.
She turned off the shower and placed it back in its holder, she took a
towel and tried off her crotch and upper legs of water and bodily
fluids, and then went back to Chichi.
She was sitting on the bed, not really noticing anything. When Bulma
sat down next to her, she placed her head on the bigger breasts of her
lover. They sat like that for a while, before Chichi whispered,
“I love you Bulma…”
“And I love you too Chichi…” Bulma murmured back. They sat like that
for some minutes more, before Chichi asked
“When do you have to go home?”
“Soon. I best go, though. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.” Chichi replied, as Bulma got dressed rapidly and then left
hurriedly. Chichi remembered the pleasure she’d had for a while,
before realising that the bed they had been using was stained with her
juices.
Quickly she got dressed, and then hurried to clean up the bed.
“Mom, why are you washing my bed sheets?”
“They’re filthy, Gohan. They need washing.”
“Oh. Right.” Gohan said, wondering how they could be so dirty when she
changed them only last week. He shrugged mentally to himself. Must be
one of the weird things his mom did at times.
Gohan went to his room, and began to look for some CD he wanted.
Shortly after he began searching, he found something that certainly
didn’t belong to him.
It was a pair of women’s panties. There was an odd stain on them.
All of a sudden, Gohan rushed to the bathroom with the article of
clothing, and locked the door. He stayed in the bathroom for about ten
minute.
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