“No. Thats about my favourite word for women. Cherry had big, gorgeous, heavy breasts, and though Lola was trying to think about politics and womens rights, sex was churning between her thighs. No whining, no fuss, just ‘no, I won’t’ does wonders.
Lola trailed behind her like a puppy dog, trying to remember if she’d ever said “no” very firmly to Keith or any other man anywhere in her life.
“Hey, T-Bone, what’s happening,” the tomato said to a tall dark-haired man who greeted her near the central water fountain. Lola watched as the man kissed Cherrys hand, never touching her breasts, chatted for a few minutes, and then turned to go into a pizza shop.
“One of my clients,” Cherry explained.
“Your client? They come here to see you? Does Keith… come… see you?” Lola raced over her words as she tried to wrap her mind around the sudden image of Keith seeing her half-naked in a public street mall.
“Bacon? He has. Some do – after I know them for a while, I tell them to stop by one of our demonstrations, it’s good for them – seeing me in the flesh raises their consciousness and their cocks at the same time.”
Lola stood speechless as she watched a security guard approach the group. He looked them all up and down – one woman was quietly breastfeeding while sitting on the edge of the fountain, others were chatting, some had packages from their purchases, and one woman with lovely brown breasts who looked like she might be 60 or so had pulled some yarn from her fanny-pack and was happily knitting and purling while waiting for the group.
“What do you think you’re doing?” the guard said, a bit tentatively.
Cherry held Lola’s hand. “Well, she’s shopping for some new clothes, Afton there is making her granddaughter a sweater, and the rest of us are just relaxing. Cherrys breasts were about two inches from the guards chest while she was talking, and Lola knew, just knew, that when he put his hands in his pockets it was not to pull out a gun, or even a ticket, but to keep himself from stroking her nipples. Well… I think you should all put your tops back on, maam…
“No. We can’t do that. I know you believe that women and men are equal, right? So if you ask us to do that, youd have to ask Bratwurst over there to do the same. She nodded toward a stocky brown-skinned man who had his shirt off and was talking with the woman on a skateboard. The guard looked towards him for an explanation.
Bratwurst just shrugged toward Cherry. “She’s a hot tomato,” he said with a wink at the guard.
“Yeah,” echoed T-Bone, overhearing as he rejoined the group, pizza in hand. “And she’s explained it clearly enough to me. Tits just want to be free.
“Well done, meat.” Cherry whispered to the giggling Lola, “I train them well.” The security guard rolled his eyes and shook his head. “OK, girls, just be gone when I come back this way later.
“No,” the tomato said loudly to his departing back, but he didn’t turn back to argue with her.
Lola never saw him again during the afternoon, though she imagined him hiding in shops and peeping at them whenever he could. After the rest of the group left for the day, Cherry dragged Lola into the Dress Barn Woman store, saying only, “Let’s go change clothes.”
In the dressing room, which fortunately had a wooden door that locked and went almost down to the floor, the tomato told Lola to strip.
“Everything?”
“Everything. Now. We’re going to change clothes – with each other.”
Lola pulled off her skirt and her panties and watched Cherry take off her jeans. They stood side by side in front of the mirror and looked at each other, their breasts tanned from the afternoon of sun, their sturdy hips, their matching curves, their long hair only an inch or so different in length – maybe not twins, Lola thought, but definitely sisters.
Cherry held Lola in front of her and caressed her. “Watch me,” she whispered as her hands ran down over Lola’s belly and her fingers began to slide inside Lola, who was already soaking wet.
“Watch me watching you,” Cherry whispered again, and Lola met her eyes as Cherry’s thumb stroked her clit and two fingers twisted deep inside her. “More,” Lola sighed, “more… more.” Cherry slid a third finger inside her as Lola leaned back against her and began to shudder.
“Open your eyes and watch,” Cherry said, and she did, and all she could see was feminine skin and beauty and softness and her own trembling legs and Cherry’s strong fingers bringing her to the finest orgasm she could ever remember having.
Cherry began to dress her in her jeans and tank top, but Lola protested that it was her turn. “Not yet, sweetheart,” the tomato laughed. Right now, I’m hungry.
“For what?”
“Bacon.”
“I don’t know if he’ll be there,” Lola said nervously as Cherry drove her home.
“It doesn’t matter,” Cherry said with a smile, Lola’s thigh pressed up against hers as she drove, her right arm draped around Lola’s shoulder. “He’ll come.”
Lola thought maybe she wanted to stay sitting just as they were in Cherry’s old-style car for ever, with Cherry wearing Lola’s skirt and shirt, minus the black lace bra since it wasn’t quite big enough. They could drive around town, calling out new meat names for men, calling out to women to take their tops off for equality!, then ride off into the sunset, stopping every now and then to climb in the big back seat and fuck each other into some kind of happiness.
“Check the missed calls on my cell phone, baby, I’m sure you’ll find he’s around. But tell me, Lola, do you own a strap-on?”
Lola saw Keith’s cell phone number on the phone, and tried to care, but she was too busy giggling at the idea of herself with a strap-on. “No, just a regular plug-in vibrator. We’ve never been too big on sex toys.”
Cherry patted her shoulder like a child. “You’ll find that Bacon has plenty.”
“He does?”
“Yes, baby, check his gym bag that he never goes to the gym with.”
The sudden curiosity growing over Lola was stronger than the rays of final evening sunlight piercing through their windows. “What do you do with him, Cherry? Why does he call you?”
“About the same as all meat, baby. They stroke themselves, they fantasize, I fantasize for them, they imagine sucking my tits…” she said, guiding Lola’s head to that spot, unbuttoning one more button for her to imitate. “Then I almost always have them picture me with my big black strap-on fucking them up the ass, while they do it to themselves with their own dildoes and plugs.”
Lola sucked, pressing her head hard to Cherry’s breasts, while she felt her wetness almost flow down to her toes at Cherry’s words.
“Yeah, I know,” Cherry whispered softly to her, “it’s hot, isn’t it, baby? You can see why I do it for a living.”
“He’s never asked me for that,” Lola said, coming up for air. “My finger there, maybe sometimes, but nothing else.”
“And that’s your answer, isn’t it, why meat comes to the tomato – to get what they’re not comfortable going for elsewhere. Dont worry, baby, were here, and Bacons got everything we need. Well sizzle.