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Smokey Saga 2: “Through Thick And Thin”

*****

This story started out a little different, transforming along the way into its final form here. Which isn’t to say it’s not good; I’m quite pleased with how it all came together. It turned out actually pretty similar to “Costly Confusion” (the sequel to “Give Me A Little Credit Here”). This is like that story, but with a little more bite. “Through Thick And Thin” here is dedicated to anyone who calls him-, her- or itself a true-blue best friend forever to anyone else. Happy reading, buddies and pals.

*****

A Promising Proposition

Saturday, March 30th, 2013, 11:38 a.m.

A navy blue Subaru Outback made its way down the road. The two young women occupying the car enjoyed the pleasant ride on the brisk spring day. The driver took a deliberate path, unbeknownst to her companion, who was under the impression they were simply out for a casual trip. The passenger grew curious, however, as their surroundings faded from manmade to natural.

“…Jade?” asked the passenger, gazing through her window as acre after acre of greenery passed. “Sweetie?…Where’re we going?”

“I told you, Portia,” the driver replied, eyes fixed on the road. “I just thought we could both use a little fresh air.”

Portia Jo Aames felt this was an unusual path to take on a random joyride for fresh air, but had learned not to question her girlfriend Jade’s motives. Portia loved Jade. She was bold and beautiful. She was young and restless. She was Portia’s guiding light.

Portia pressed her nose and palms against the window, with the same sense of childlike wonder she’d held onto all these years. She’d turned 30 a couple months ago, and still viewed the world through the eyes of a child. Her innocence and idealism, while lightly tattered, remained intact. She watched endless forestry roll by as they trolleyed along the narrow road at 25 miles per hour. She loved nature. It was so beautiful. Everything was so beautiful. Life was so beautiful.

Wasn’t it?

As the overlapping rows of trees grew sparser and less dense, Jade slowed down. Portia turned, noticing the deceleration.

“…Are we, uh…here…yet?”

Wishing to answer with actions rather than words, Jade smirked, pulled onto the bumpy shoulder and parked. Portia had no clue where they were, much less what they were doing here. And her mate didn’t seem to want to tell her just yet. All she saw was a clearing beyond the trees, bordering a duck pond. Interesting… she thought.

“Well, it’s…it’s certainly pretty, honey,” she remarked. “But, um…what’s going on?”

Keys out of the ignition, Jade opened her door. “C’mon.”

Portia obeyed as Jade led her into the clearing, to what she appeared to have chosen as a specific spot. Jade checked the pocket of her coat to make sure. She proceeded to sit them down together on a soft grassy tuft. A few minutes passed before she spoke.

“So what do you think, Porsh?”

What did she think? Well…she wasn’t exactly sure. In order to discern what she thought, she needed at least a little hint.

“Uh…well, like I said, it seems like a lovely little…

“…Jade, where are we?”

“Oh,” Jade tossed a hand. “I found this place a couple weeks ago. Just driving around. Thought I’d bring ya here and, y’know…” She shrugged. “…See what might happen…?”

“…Huh.” Portia nodded. Does that mean she wants to make love to me out here? ‘Cause I don’t think I’m cool with that…

Fortunately, this wasn’t what Jade had in mind. She waited a moment before continuing.

“You, eh…remember a couple weeks ago when I told you my company quadrupled my medical premiums?” she asked Portia. “And so even though I was supposed to be getting a raise, I actually wound up making less?”

“…Yeah?”

“And how if we got married, then we could put me on your insurance, off mine, and I could have my whole salary again?”

Portia’s eyebrows arched into two symmetrical, curious caterpillars.

“…Yyyyyes?”

This would be her cue. Jade fished into her coat pocket and removed the box. The velvet made the lovely criiiiick sound as she opened it.

“…You wanna?”

A number of emotions hit Portia at this moment. On one hand, she’d dreamt of this day since she was but a little girl. On another, this wasn’t precisely how she’d imagined it. She’d fantasized her beloved Jade tenderly holding her hand as she lowered to one knee, gazing adoringly up into her moist brown eyes…perhaps a speech. A heartfelt prelude to the grand unveiling. Nothing extraordinary, just a few thoughtful words about the start of a new romantic, happy life together. The setting didn’t really matter; she guessed she’d just kind of pictured a more…”traditional” proposal.

On a third hand, Portia’s pragmatic nature made her focus on the bottom line. xslot Whatever the circumstances, she was in fact being proposed to right now. Never mind how you thought it might be, she told herself. Big picture! Your sweetie, Jade Elaina Cosgrove, the most wonderful thing that ever happened to you…is asking you to be her wife!

She reminded herself not to question things. Following her own advice, she became touched and swept away. Her heart melted.

Oh my gosh…oh my gosh! My girlfriend proposed to me! I’m…I’m getting married!

“YES!” She flung her arms around her. “My darling, of course I do! A zillion times over!”

Jade heard her new fiancée cry with joy. This made her feel a bit awkward. While happy Portia’d said yes, she herself didn’t feel the need to break into tears over it.

“Oh, honey, I love you!” Portia sobbed ecstatically. “I love you so very, very, very much!”

Jade rubbed Portia’s back, trying to think of the most appropriate thing to frankly say.

“…Thanks,” she softly replied.

*****

Phony Flirtin’ And Chiro-Practice

Two years later: Monday, June 8th, 2015, 9:27 a.m.

“Hi, Jade…”

“Hey, babe. Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary, honey…”

“‘M I on speaker?”

“No.”

“Good. Guess…what the fuck I’m gonna do to you tonight.”

“…Um…”

“Don’t you try and play innocent with me, sweets. I know you like it rough.”

“Er, Jade—”

“No no no, Porsh; no need to thank me now. And don’t you get too excited; I want you good and hungry when I get my hands on ya. See you tonight, dirty girl.”

“Bu—” Click.

Portia sighed, having a feeling this would not be the most pleasant night of her life. True, it was her anniversary, which at the least entailed a romantic dinner after work. It was the real intimate portion of the evening that uneased her.

“Dr. Cosgrove?” called Jim, her receptionist. “Your 9:30’s just arrived.”

Portia thanked him and asked that the patient please be sent back when ready. Things were fine at the clinic, her work wasn’t suffering, but lately, marriage had her mind on things other than her chiropractic career. Not to be gotten wrong; she was…happy…she guessed…it was just that the last two years hadn’t exactly turned out like she’d had in mind. The thought that something about Jade dramatically changed once that ring slid onto her digit struck her as cold and callous…but not inaccurate.

Oh, there were certainly very nice days together, to be sure. Jade had a warm body in which Portia loved being swaddled, and her wife remained devastatingly foxy on the outside. Her extraordinary beauty grew only more irresistible since she’d proposed to Portia. There were definitely no reservations in this department. Somehow, though…

…Jade wasn’t quite the same woman Portia once knew…on the inside.

“Oh, hi there,” she greeted. “Good morning, Mr. Roberts.”

“Morning, Doc.”

“Okay, so let’s see, what do we have here, some…upper vertebrae discomfort?”

“Yes, correct,” he confirmed, turning around to indicate. “It hurts right about here.”

“All righty, well, just be so kind to roll up your shirt for me, and let’s have a look at’cha.”

It wasn’t like Jade turned into some evil, vindictive monster at the words of the officiant. It was just that at the time, some of her true colors had yet to surface. As time went on, Portia began to feel taken for granted. It seemed Jade’s needs and wants ranked higher in priority. This order of regard placed Portia on the horns of a perpetual dilemma. She was often content to honor and cherish her lovely bride, as she’d pledged till death do them part. But other times, she grew indignant with this arrangement. Jade had taken those vows too, to love, honor and cherish her back, and Portia didn’t feel Jade was living up to her end. She tried to give her a break—Jade had her own demanding full-time career, as a corporate executive. She had enough to contend with on the clock. And she was entitled to some pampering after a week full of deadlines and obligations, Portia’d agree. But her occupation wasn’t always a breeze through the beach either. She’d appreciate her meals cooked and her feet rubbed now and then as well.

Half an hour later, she’d finished giving Mr. Ken Roberts one of her famous and fantastic adjustments. He was rather appreciative, to say the least.

“Good God!” exclaimed an astonished Mr. Roberts, as they exited the office. “You’re amazing! How do you do that?”

Portia smiled, gentle and modest. Sometimes it seemed her patients valued her more than her own wife did.

“Oh,” she waved a hand. “A great magician never reveals her secrets.”

He shook his head. “Feels like I’m on some kinda wonder drug,” he laughed.

Portia joined him in the good-natured chuckle. “My pleasure, sir.”

He departed, xslot Giriş off to his next activity. Portia briefly wondered where he might be going now, what he was doing after this. She often entertained this curiosity with patients, or with random individuals who crossed her path. This was all it was—curiosity—but Portia harbored a wealth of this sort of interest in her fellow human being. She’d entered a division of the medical field because she was a caregiver at heart, and as a bonus, she met all different kinds of people. The downside was the doctor-patient dynamic, which restricted her level of friendliness. The upside was that she needn’t see a client as often as would other doctors. So the professional relationship tended not to last very long.

She and Jade had friends together. But it was easy for her to believe that were Jade no longer around, neither would be the friends. Portia wasn’t the most charismatic person, and often felt her marriage was the only link to other relationships. Inane, perhaps, but she got the feeling their chums knew and referred to her merely as “Jade’s wife.” These to her were really Jade’s friends, who accepted her presence because she was Jade’s wife. None of them initiated touch with Portia separately, if only to say hello, or invite her out for a cup of coffee. They were neither highly keen on speaking to her while hanging out socially. Their outings made Portia feel invisible. Deep down, she wondered if Jade’s pals even knew her name. Jade was far more extroverted and outgoing, but once in a while, Portia wished she could have a friend who was…just hers.

Actually, she wished she knew how it felt to have anything that was hers. She’d lived with her folks right up to the day she moved in with Jade as serious girlfriends. She worked for a living, made her own money and shared everything with her spouse—which was fine—but remained oblivious to a feeling and responsibility of looking after her own one-lady home. It was something she thought she’d be quite good at, given the chance. Residing with Jade, however, she did keep the basement as a second bedroom and hangout, to which she fled when she needed a bit of time to herself. It was comfy, homey and relaxing. Cool in the summer, warm in the winter. Down here Portia kept a computer, entertainment center, video games, DVDs, books, a mini-fridge, snacks, bevvies, and anything else to occupy her time. She called it her lady-cave.

Luckily, for all Jade seemed to put her concerns ahead of Portia’s, she supported the lady-cave. Jade knew what it was to need one’s own space, and liked that they divided their time between being together and separate. It kept them from tiring of the company and getting in each other’s way. Looking after such a union required enough effort as was, especially with a partner who didn’t always have Portia’s best interests at heart. She often found herself thinking about it until her head hurt. She wanted to talk it out with Jade, easy to plan without her around. But in Jade’s presence, intimidation always took over. She didn’t know what Jade might do if she became seriously upset. She knew it wasn’t good to live in fear of one’s mate, no matter how minimal, but…

“Dr. Cosgrove?…Doc?”

She looked up. Her receptionist was trying to get her attention.

“…Huh? Oh, uh, yes, Jim?”

“I said your 10:30 is here. Should I send her back?”

“Oh, eh…yes. Yes, Jim, please. Go ahead. Thank you.”

*****

Roughin’ It

Monday, June 8th, 2015, 9:48 p.m.

Portia was indeed treated to a splendid, sumptuous supper, which took place at the posh Irish eatery Madigan’s. Now that their bellies were happy, it was time to head home, for the portion of the evening to which Jade looked especially forward: the romp.

Jade was erroneous in her belief that because she liked it rough, her wife did too. But both knew full well that Jade controlled things in the bedroom. She was dominant by nature, complementing Portia’s demure submission. Jade had already begun pouring on hot and heavy seduction during dinner. Judging from their phone conversation that morning, Portia was a little daunted at whatever might be in store. Approaching the front door, her beloved wife started her off with a bit of pre-taunting.

“Are you scared, babe?” Jade purred.

“Ummm…a little.”

“There’s no need to be. I won’t hurt you…much.”

Portia gulped. She’d prefer not to be hurt at all, but…

Jade pulled her into their living room, starting a trail of stray clothes with their shoes. Joining them, along the carpet fell Portia’s cocktail dress, and Jade’s suit pants, tie and suspenders. This left undergarments plus Jade’s button-up work shirt. Forgoing the buttons, she tore it right open, revealing to her blushing bride a braless rack. Her sleek, curvy and very naked tits bounced out, and played against Portia’s modest cupped orbs. xslot Güncel Giriş Done with the shirt, Jade immediately palmed Portia’s cheeks and came in for another kiss of sizzle. Well, Portia had to admit, this wasn’t half bad so far.

They got into the bedroom. Portia gasped as Jade seized her at the hips and whipped her panties down. A bit of pussy moisture clung to the fabric as it was removed from her skin. Her pink bubblegum-like nipples plumped and extended. She’d never thought she was fond of raw sex in her younger years, but this was before she’d met Jade, a core-torrid siren. Once Jade got in the mood, there was no going back till the deed was done. Jade’s red cunt was so hungry and wet its secretion bubbled like water on the stove. She still had her panties on, which were soaked clean through. Her taut flesh burned with Portia’s nearness, culling sweat through countless pores.

Portia was overwhelmed with heat herself, her own perspiration divinely mingling with Jade’s. She sighed and gasped, rapidly losing faculties as Jade groped at her. One thing Portia could say about her wife: Jade knew what she was doing in the bedroom. Portia’s legs wobbled, about to give out. Fortunately, they reached the bed first.

Before letting her down, Jade gave Portia an ominous glare. She took her by her silky fair brunette mane, tilted back her head, sucked her face through another mesmerizing kiss, and proceeded to fling her onto the mattress.

“Oh!” Portia sank into the spongy blanketed foam, heart thundering through her chest. Jade let her lie still while she prepared. She dug into the closet until she located the piece of equipment she was looking for. She strapped it on, spun around and stormed the bed at its foot. Portia’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head, and so she could only feel her legs being forced apart. Jade crept nearer her exposed, vulnerable cunt.

“You’re gonna get it now, you little fucking bitch,” she hissed. “Your pussy is mine.”

Portia barely heard a word she said. But she did notice her labia being opened. Jade wasn’t much for foreplay; she liked to go straight in. Literally. Portia was more agreeable to whatever the situation called for. If her partner wanted foreplay, she was fine with that. If not, that was ostensibly pretty okay too, as Jade had proven since their first tryst. She’d gladly and openly admit that Jade owned her in the sack. And she was all too willing to play bottom to Jade’s top, as even though her wife’s demeanor was sometimes disenchanting, wild hot sex was one hell of a diversion.

Jade squeezed a few digits into Portia’s pussy, retracted and smeared them over its lips to ease entry. Portia moaned obediently. Jade coated her hand with more cunt juice and lubed up her latex dick. Portia already didn’t know how much she could take. Jade had such a sexual hold over her, she made Portia die to have the living hell fucked from her.

At long last, Jade climbed on top and pushed her dick in. Portia screamed, arching her back and clenching her thighs, doing anything she could to encourage. Jade, however, needed no further encouragement now that the major movement was underway. Once her cock was firmly inside, she launched into a quick rhythm she’d perfected. Jade got off madly invading Portia’s fragile womanhood, forcing her to squeal for mercy, despite the lack of attention her own pussy received. When she was normally done, poor sweet Portia spent and drained, Jade liked to turn the healthy-sized dildick on herself, or use her own paws. But usually, Portia came first, in every sense of the word.

“Take it, you little bitch!” Jade growled as she rammed the strap-on inside her, and Portia whined and bawled with lust. “Take it like a woman, you little fucking cunt!”

She loved verbally abusing Portia while giving it to her. Under usual circumstances, such language would break the proverbial deal. But in bed under Jade’s hypnotic erotic power, anything went. Portia couldn’t hear over her shrieks anyway. Jade’s aggression rocked her so hard, Portia’s head ground under the pillows and into the mattress, hair flying all over. Her arms flailed helplessly, paws whapping, snatching at the bedspread, searching for purpose. They soon clenched into fists as Jade made her next move.

Jade reached between Portia’s legs with one hand, resting the other on her belly. Portia was dizzied beyond belief and unable to focus, but the next thing she felt was undeniable. Jade fingered and rubbed her in a circular motion over her clit.

Portia erupted. She howled with every vestige of strength and breath she was afforded, as Jade fired her through the planes of ecstasy, into the hidden forbidden. Jade threw it home while massaging her wife’s swollen clit, dealt more verbal mistreatment which fell on deaf ears, and didn’t stop until Portia exploded. She watched with satisfaction as Portia visibly blew through the stratosphere into oblivion. Portia screeched through one dimension after another, hot surges blasting at every turn. It was possibly the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. But as with all orgasms, it had eventually to wind down. Jade backed off once she saw her precious princess could stand no more.

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