Twice Two

Plane was impatiently standing in the departure area, shifting from one foot to the other. She kept looking around, hoping to see a beloved face, but was only surrounded by crowds of strangers. Where was she? Plane checked her phone, but no new messages had arrived. Did Nymphia decide to get back at her for what happened a month ago? Plane wouldn’t be surprised if she did. And even though they never mentioned that incident during all this time apart, Plane was sure Nymphia remembered it perfectly. Why did they always feel the need to tease each other? The picture of the bustling airport faded away when Plane suddenly felt familiar hands on her face. ‘Guess who,’ a familiar cheerful voice rang out. ‘Mmm, I’ve no idea…’ Plane answered with a hint of irritation. ‘It’s me,’ Nymphia lowered her palms onto Plane’s shoulders and kissed her neck. Plane turned around and threw her bag off her elbow onto the gray tiles with displeasure. Nymphia noticed she wasn’t in the mood today and tried to put on a charming expression. ‘I was a little late, Planey…’ Plane kept frowning at her. ‘Well, halfway to the airport I realized I’d forgotten something really important — actually, necessary.’ ‘What, your passport?’ Plane asked gloomily. ‘If only it was my passport, it wouldn’t be so bad,’ Nymphia waved embarrassedly. ‘I’m so ashamed right now because, when I was packing my stuff, I didn’t even think about our little magic handbag…’ Plane suddenly burst out laughing and couldn’t hold back her chuckle. ‘And how did you suddenly remember it?’ Nymphia looked reproachfully at Plane’s grinning face. ‘It was unbearably boring in the taxi, and I started daydreaming. I was already imagining us entering my house. We bring the bags into my room, I close the door and…’ ‘Got it,’ Plane cut her off harshly. ‘You’re incredibly lucky I waited for you and boarding isn’t over yet. And honestly, why do you even need that bag so much? Don’t you have shops here?’ ‘Not me — us,’ Nymphia corrected her indignantly. ‘It’s always been with us, from the very beginning.’ ‘You’re so sentimental, baby…’ Plane softened and grabbed her hand. ‘Come on, or we’ll miss our flight.’ Plane picked up her bag and dragged Nymphia along. She could hardly keep up with her girlfriend, breathless either from happiness overflowing inside her or from rushing. On the plane, Plane couldn’t hold back her emotions and hungrily covered Nymphia with kisses, which greatly confused her. After all, she was the one who’d wanted to pounce on her first at the airport, but that silly little handbag had ruined all her plans and mixed everything up. Exhausted from a sleepless night and all the running around, half an hour into the flight and some sweet cuddles with Plane, she started dozing off. Plane gently ran her fingers through her hair and didn’t bother her with conversations about life. Looking at Nymphia’s peaceful face, Plane couldn’t resist and took a selfie together. Should she post it anywhere? They’d gained a lot of new fans over the past month, but no one had yet thought of making up stories about them — thanks to how hard they’d tried to pretend they didn’t care about each other. But maybe it was time to tease the public a little? Nymphia snored softly, breaking Plane’s train of thought. ‘No way,’ Plane thought. ‘They won’t let us rest if I do.’ She opened her gallery and scrolled through their few photos together. ‘Well, it’s fine,’ she thought. ‘We’ll fix it all now.’ She found a picture from the red carpet and admired Nymphia —  flawless, dressed all in yellow as usual. Plane had foreseen such a look and wanted to outshine her, so she chose a glittering spiked suit with bulbs on her head. She still thought she looked more striking, but that day she never got the chance to brag—first she almost missed the premiere, then they were in too much of a hurry to be alone, and they didn’t care anymore about who looked cooler. But no matter how much she loved her, Plane believed Nymphia would never be able to surpass her. Plane checked the time — they still had fifteen hours of flight ahead. She sighed, drifting back to recent events. She’d already graduated from university and even managed to perform a few times after that. Yelena had thrown a lavish feast, as if getting a useless piece of paper for Plane was some great holiday. Even her father had flown to Boston, though he rarely remembered her birthday. She listened to their empty speeches and watched them try to play parents of the year, reminding everyone at every chance that if not for them, Andy would’ve stayed an uneducated idler. ‘Try not to pay attention to them,’ Nymphia said gently, looking at the screen. ‘The main thing is you know what you want to do in life, and you’re brilliant at it.’ Plane sniffled and lifted her eyes to her. ‘It’s amazing that this is really happening. I never thought I’d ever tell anyone about it.’ ‘Didn’t the married guy know?’ Nymphia asked slyly, instantly realizing how inappropriate her question was. She froze, tucking her head into her shoulders, bracing herself to hear an upset reply. But Plane only sighed and said, ‘Just in general terms. Most of the time we talked about him…’ Realizing she needed to close this topic immediately, Nymphia dreamily began sharing her plans for their trip to Taiwan. Plane listened and felt that no problems back home could spoil their happiness.

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‘Planey, I slept through the whole flight,’ Nymphia chirped anxiously, wriggling in her seat. ‘Yeah,’ Plane confirmed, crunching a cookie. ‘Now you’ve got the energy to give me a tour and wear me out.’ ‘Oh, right!’ Nymphia squealed excitedly. ‘How could I forget about the tour? But I need to get properly prepared!’ She pulled out her phone and started searching with great enthusiasm. Plane rolled her eyes. ‘Baby, can we skip the preparations just this once? Don’t you have something to tell me yourself? You’ve lived here your whole life, after all.’ Nymphia tore herself away from the phone and thought for a moment. Snorting in dissatisfaction, she went back to searching. ‘It all has to be done properly,’ she muttered. Plane lowered her gaze to Nymphia’s face and slowly ran her fingertip along her reshaped nose. She didn’t seem to notice the touch. ‘I thought you’d brag a little,’ Plane said thoughtfully, still stroking the bridge of her nose. ‘Yeah, yeah,’ Nymphia mumbled, lost in the process. ‘Yeah what?’ Plane snapped and flicked her nose lightly. Nymphia flinched and rubbed it, staring at Plane wide-eyed. She instantly forgot about her phone and looked at Plane with a satisfied grin. ‘So, what do you think?’ ‘Not bad,’ Plane shrugged, ‘but I’m not gonna love you more because of it…’ Nymphia stared at her in confusion, not sure whether to be sad or angry. ‘…because it’s impossible to love you more than I already do.’ Nymphia was speechless at such unexpectedly heartfelt words. While she tried to gather her thoughts and find the right words, Plane leaned down and ran her tongue along the bridge of her nose. Nymphia expected her to go down to her lips, but to her great disappointment, when she reached the tip, Plane pulled away from Nymphia’s new feature and leaned back in her seat with a smug smile. Nymphia felt she couldn’t spend the next few hours next to Plane without more intense contact. Plane noticed Nymphia’s burning look and teasingly drawled, maybe just pretending not to know the answer, ‘Baby, what’s wrong?’ ‘Planey, you need to screw me right now!’ Nymphia declared, throwing her head back. Plane chuckled with satisfaction and spread her arms. ‘But, baby, we’re in the wrong place for that.’ Nymphia got up from her seat and, to Plane’s big surprise, pulled a secret pencil case from her backpack and handed it over, ‘Don’t be dumb,’ she added slyly, ‘baby.’ With a conspiratorial wink, Nymphia strode off to the bathroom. Plane barely waited five minutes for decency’s sake before rushing after her, almost running. The girls didn’t waste any time — the thrill of danger already had their feelings on edge. Nymphia eagerly sucked Plane’s cock while her nimble fingers squeezed her ass. Plane herself was trying to come up with some unusual position for her favorite act, but at the same time she didn’t want Nymphia’s precious nakedness to touch the questionable surfaces around them. Deciding to try something new at a more convenient moment, Plane impatiently lifted Nymphia’s head. She gave one last suck and swallowed with pleasure. Pressing Nymphia against the door, Plane firmly spread her legs, pulled down her panties, and grabbed her hard cock. Since both of Plane’s hands were busy, Nymphia had to bite her own fist to stifle her moans. Lube splattered messily onto the floor, Nymphia arched obediently, and Plane pulled her hips closer... A particularly gifted woman had already been tapping her foot in annoyance for ten minutes, glancing nervously at the locked door. If she’d been more attentive, she would’ve noticed the rhythmic thrusts that kept getting faster, when suddenly there was a dull thud and the hinges creaked dangerously. A few minutes later, a strange-looking young man with sparkling eyes and bright red swollen lips came out of the bathroom. He slammed the door in her face and muttered something smug about ‘better wait.’ The woman was about to call the flight attendants when another guy walked out of the same stall, his curly hair a complete mess. He gave her a disdainful look and arrogantly strode past, clutching a sacred little handbag to his chest. Horrified, the woman glanced at the door and, without thinking twice, hurried back to her seat.  

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‘I love your curls,’ Nymphia said tenderly, twirling a short lock of Plane’s hair around her finger. ‘I’ve wanted to touch them in real life so badly.’ ‘You can scratch me all flight long,’ Plane replied with satisfaction, tilting her head toward her. ‘By the way, have you figured out where you’re gonna take me?’ ‘Well, for starters,’ Nymphia thought aloud, running her fingers through Plane’s hair, ‘we’ll go to my place. You’ll meet my mom, she’ll feed you something tasty, then I’ll show you our room…’ Nymphia felt Plane tense up under her hands. ‘We’re gonna live in the same house with your mom?’ ‘Of course,’ Nymphia confirmed innocently. ‘Why, do you have a problem with that?’ Plane freed her head from Nymphia’s grasp and lay down on her lap, frowning as she looked into her inspired eyes. ‘But, baby, I actually wanted to spend sleepless nights with you. And now, as I see it, they’ll only be sleepless because of some fascinating late-night reading from your family library.’ Nymphia couldn’t hold back her boisterous laugh and leaned forward to peck Plane. She tried to brush her off, but pleased with her own joke, Plane pulled her closer instead. ‘Planey, we’re not alone here,’ Nymphia smiled shyly, pulling away from Plane and continuing, ‘If you thought my mom didn’t know about us, here’s a surprise—she can’t wait to meet you.’ Plane stared at her, eyes wide open. ‘And if you feel like being too loud, I’ll politely ask her to leave for a couple of hours, and she won’t mind.’ ‘Wow…’ Plane shook her head. ‘That’s the kind of thing you should warn me about in advance.’ ‘Yeah, so you’d book a hotel,’ Nymphia objected. ‘I know you. Personally, I’m sick of hotels already. Makes me feel like some hooker!’ ‘Fine,’ Plane softened. ‘Have it your way. At least this time I won’t have to survive on pizza alone.’ Nymphia clapped her hands joyfully and shouted, ‘Let’s watch Drag Race!’ Plane instinctively covered her ear with her palm, trying not to go deaf. Nymphia poked her fingers at the screen. ‘Okay, here we go…’ she said with concentration. ‘And of course, our season,’ Plane grumbled, rubbing her assaulted ear. ‘Naturally,’ Nymphia confirmed excitedly. ‘I want to admire my looks. I worked on them for so long. Didn’t sleep at night. Hopefully it’ll all pay off.’ Plane glanced at her in bewilderment. She hadn’t expected to hear that. Had Nymphia picked it up from her? ‘Though I really whine a lot there,’ Nymphia continued. ‘Like they couldn’t have edited that out! They make me look so weak.’ ‘What, wasn’t that how it was?’ Plane started getting annoyed and slyly added, ‘You were always crying on my shoulder, telling me how scared you were of elimination. Don’t you remember? In the very first week you wanted to climb on top of me for immunity. In the bathroom you even kneeled down so fast.’ She caught her breath and asked seriously, ‘And if I hadn’t gotten it, would we even be together now?’ Nymphia instantly tore her eyes from the screen and stared at Plane in shock. ‘Why would you even say that? Bringing up immunity again. I already cringe every time they mention it. Didn’t think we’d be talking about it again after a year.’ ‘Well, think about it,’ Plane interrupted. ‘I’ve wanted to know for a long time — would you have gotten this close to me if I didn’t have it?’ Nymphia rolled her eyes. ‘How many times are you gonna bring it up?’ she exclaimed. ‘I started talking to you because you were the prettiest and, at the time, seemed the smartest of them all.’ ‘Oh really,’ Plane pressed her lips together. ‘You’re mocking me again?’ ‘Yes,’ Nymphia laughed and squeezed Plane in her arms. ‘Pretty and smart people should stick together, that’s why it all worked out, even though you resisted for so long. You can’t escape my charms…’ ‘Alright, let’s end this pointless talk,’ Plane stopped her. ‘Just put something on. I really wanna shut your little mouth. And right now that’s the only way.’ Plane tapped the screen, and they spent the rest of the flight marveling at their own stunning looks under Plane’s sarcastic comments and Nymphia’s emotional exclamations.  

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‘I can’t believe we’re here,’ Plane exhaled, stretching her legs. Nymphia was tenderly looking around at the familiar surroundings, holding back tears of joy. Plane glanced at her and affectionately patted her shoulder. ‘Well, you’re home,’ Plane said softly, reaching out her hand. Nymphia silently nodded and took it. In the taxi, she didn’t take her eyes off the landscapes flashing by outside the window. Plane didn’t want to intrude on her happy moments, and she herself was delighted to watch enchanted Nymphia. When a small house and a joyful woman on the porch appeared before them, Nymphia almost jumped out of the taxi while it was still moving. Plane modestly stood by the car while the driver unloaded their luggage, watching Nymphia chatter happily with her mom without even turning to her. Plane was starting to feel out of place when at last Nymphia turned her head and waved to her. She grabbed both suitcases and followed them slowly, businesslike, looking around at the houses nearby. Mimi didn’t speak English very well, but even so they got along fine. Just as Nymphia had said, the first thing she did was seat them at the table, not wanting to hear anything about bathrooms or anything else. To Plane’s surprise, the exotic food turned out to be quite appealing, and she dug into the meal under Nymphia’s mocking gaze. After thanking the hostess for her warm welcome, the guest hurried off to explore the house where she was going to spend evenings and nights with Nymphia. Seeing piles of fabric and an incredible number of Nymphia’s childhood photos, Plane was touched and stopped on her way to the bathroom, staring at them. ‘What, you want to start the tour from here?’ Nymphia came up from behind, hugged her by the waist, and rested her chin on her shoulder, joining her in looking. ‘Why not?’ Plane whispered, touching a photo of Leo in his graduation gown. ‘Tell me about this good boy.’ ‘Better ask his mom, who’s dying to tell you,’ Nymphia let go of Plane and went to the big closet. ‘For now I asked her to hold off and let you rest after the flight. But anyway, she’ll tell you all about her miracle son, so be ready.’ She pulled out a towel and tossed it to the pensive Plane. Nymphia waited until she heard the sound of water in the shower, then hurried in. Plane, lost in thought, didn’t notice her right away. Only when she reached for the shampoo bottle did she come face-to-face with Nymphia’s maniacally smiling face. ‘Jesus Christ!’ Plane exclaimed, almost slipping on the wet floor. ‘Plaaaaney…’ Nymphia drawled, trying to push aside the stuck shower door. ‘What are you doing?’ Plane protested, helping with the door so Nymphia’s fragile fingers wouldn’t get hurt by her stubbornness. Nymphia was already about to pull off her T-shirt, but Plane held out her hand in front of her, blocking the way and shaking her head. ‘Baby, calm down. Everything with you has to lead to sex! I just want to wash off after this whole trip, and you should too, my dear.’ Nymphia sulkily crossed her arms and pouted. ‘Calling me stinky isn’t nice,’ she said, offended. ‘I could get upset, and then you’d regret it.’ ‘Deal,’ Plane smirked and, shutting the door, continued her routine. Nymphia sighed and went to unpack her suitcase. She’d brought a huge amount of clothes, including outfits for the performance scheduled for the next evening. She decided to tell Plane about it only today, to see her reaction live — their first joint performance was supposed to take place tomorrow. The poster only mentioned a ‘mystery guest,’ whose name would be revealed a couple of hours before the show. Nymphia was sure Plane would find something to wear — before the trip she’d boasted about bringing looks from Drag Race to take pictures with the city’s landmarks. When Plane strutted out of the bathroom looking important, Nymphia forgot all her silly sulks and, swinging a towel from the shelf in front of her, marched into the shower. She couldn’t wait to pounce on Plane on her own bed and beg her to take her from behind. She imagined Plane covering her mouth to stifle her own moans, the old bed creaking pitifully, and them ending up washing off together afterward. Not bothering to dress up much, Nymphia ran out of the bathroom in just her panties so that Plane would at least have something to take off. Plane was already lying in the middle of the bed, clearly expecting Nymphia to climb on her the moment she returned. Nymphia crept up quietly, ready to grab her by the neck, when she realized Plane wasn’t waiting at all. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell in steady breaths. ‘Oh, you…’ Nymphia sighed sadly, covered her with a blanket, and started getting dressed. When she came down to the kitchen, Mimi was cheerfully banging pots and pans. ‘Mom!’ Nymphia exclaimed in surprise. ‘What are you still doing in the kitchen?’ Mimi was happy to see her son and handed her a bowl. ‘Good thing you’re here,’ Mimi said, peeking into the fridge. ‘You’ll help me with the cooking now.’ Nymphia frowned and put the bowl on the table. ‘And what are we cooking at eleven at night?’ Mimi ignored her tone and handed her a fish. ‘Mom, do you hear me?’ Nymphia raised her voice. ‘It’s eleven p.m. Nobody’s gonna eat, Plane’s already asleep, and you should go to bed too.’ ‘Leo, if you think I’ve lost my mind, then go to bed too,’ Mimi retorted indignantly. ‘I want to make a big lunch for you and your suitor tomorrow, and I need to prepare in advance. In the morning you’ll go to the market for vegetables.’ ‘What kind of word is “suitor”?’ Nymphia didn’t know whether to be upset or laugh. ‘How else should I say it?’ Mimi asked. Nymphia was at a loss. For each other, they’d always just been Plane and Nymphia; no one else knew about them — except her mom. So who was Plane, or rather Andy, whom she was seeing? A friend? But Mimi knew they weren’t just friends. ‘Well, suitor it is,’ Nymphia gave in. ‘But you really should go rest. In the morning I’ll help you with the shopping and cooking. And we’ll even get the “suitor” involved so he won’t just laze around.’ Mimi took her advice and went to her room, while Nymphia put away the dishes and food her mom had planned to use for her noble mission. Nymphia returned to her room and admired Plane, who’d thrown off the blanket in the heat and was delighting her eyes with her tummy. Suddenly she also felt incredibly tired and, kissing her “suitor” on the forehead, flopped down beside her and instantly fell asleep.  

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‘So, where are we going on the tour?’ Plane asked businesslike the next day, standing at the mirror and smoothing down her curls. ‘We’ll start the tour at the place where today’s great performance will take place,’ Nymphia answered mysteriously and froze, waiting for her reaction. Plane was taken aback at first, but her surprise quickly turned into displeasure. ‘You planned your performance for our first day together?’ ‘Not mine — ours,’ Nymphia handed Plane her phone with the announcement, where along with her name a ‘mystery guest’ was listed. ‘And what’s this supposed to mean?’ Plane frowned. ‘You’re dragging me on stage without warning the audience or me?’ ‘Yep,’ Nymphia answered carefully, wary of her further reaction. ‘Surpriiiise.’ ‘Fantastic surprise. Just wonderful!’ Plane threw up her hands and went to the bathroom. Nymphia decided to let her be alone and resigned herself to the sad fate of performing on the same stage with the future winner. In the kitchen, Mimi was carefully stirring the contents of a pot, humming something under her breath. Nymphia shook her head — when would her mom finally leave the kitchen alone and free the poor place? ‘Where’s Planey?’ Mimi asked, glancing sideways at Nymphia. ‘She decided to hide in the bathroom,’ Nymphia couldn’t hide the sadness in her voice. Mimi immediately stopped what she was doing and looked closely at Nymphia. ‘Did something happen?’ she asked anxiously. ‘Didn’t she like our home?’ ‘That’s not it…’ Nymphia answered gloomily. ‘I try to make surprises, and she gets upset because I don’t warn her.’ ‘Then she just doesn’t like surprises,’ Mimi said wisely. ‘You two are so different, and I know how much you love being surprised. Does she know that?’ ‘Well, probably,’ Nymphia muttered. ‘Though I don’t remember her ever surprising me.’ ‘Then maybe you should talk about it,’ Mimi concluded and ruffled Nymphia’s hair. She smiled gratefully and went back to her room. Plane was still in the bathroom, and Nymphia, sitting on the bed with a guilty look, began, ‘Planey, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it’d upset you. I always think I can make you happy with surprises, but every time you just get upset when I mess up your plans.’ The door opened, and Nymphia met Plane’s rolling eyes. She came over and put her hands on Nymphia’s shoulders. Nymphia looked up at her with feigned remorse. ‘I don’t mind surprises,’ Plane said firmly, ‘just not ones this big. From now on, warn me about these things, or better yet, ask me first.’ ‘Because I might not be ready to perform,’ Plane added matter-of-factly, shaking her head. ‘I promise,’ Nymphia nodded eagerly. ‘You’ve been waiting forever for surprises from me, but you never get any because I’m too dumb to come up with them.’ Nymphia wanted to argue about Plane’s rudeness, but froze when she saw her unzipping her pants. Not waiting for further instructions, Nymphia pulled down her trousers and panties herself. ‘Not bad for a first surprise,’ she commented and got to her favorite pastime.  

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The performance went even better than Nymphia had expected. For a second it even seemed to her that Plane had outshone her, but she decided at least on this day to forget about competition. She was glad to see Plane enjoying her work. The audience, who had fallen in love with her over three episodes of Drag Race, screamed with delight and eagerly held out cash. Plane hadn’t gotten such pleasure from performing in a long time — the last time was even before she’d met Nymphia, when she didn’t have to stay up late with her studies and then rush to the club. Perhaps today’s performance was even the best of her entire career — at least she felt boundlessly happy, feeling Nymphia nearby. Her surprise had, after all, worked. By the end of the show Plane even felt ashamed of how she’d behaved toward her. They came home exhausted but unimaginably happy. Entering the room, Nymphia collapsed onto the bed with a howl. Plane burst out laughing, looking at her, and, squeezing her eyes shut beforehand, began peeling off her wig. Curls spilled out from under the cap, and Plane, frowning with displeasure, brushed them off her forehead. She turned around — Nymphia was still lying helplessly on the bed, coming down from the storm of the performance. ‘It’s the perfect time for an unexpected surprise,’ Plane thought and, without undressing, headed for the bed. Nymphia flinched when Plane carefully started to take off her shoes. She propped herself up on her elbows and, yawning sweetly, said in amazement, ‘Planey, what’re you doing?’ Plane smiled mysteriously and whispered, touching her finger to Nymphia’s lips, ‘Shhh, baby, you’re tired. Let me take care of you.’ Nymphia was struck by such treatment—her sleepiness vanished instantly. But she was even more surprised when Plane lifted up her skirt and started pulling off her tights. ‘Why…?’ Nymphia began, when suddenly Plane climbed onto the bed and deftly lifted Nymphia by the waist to free her butt from the pads. Although Plane herself didn’t mind finally stripping off everything extra, right now all her thoughts and desires were focused on Nymphia. Neither tiredness nor the tight corset could stop her from enveloping Nymphia with tenderness and gratitude. When Plane bit the straps of both bikinis and pulled them down, Nymphia began to realize where this was going — her breathing quickened, and she quietly said, ‘Planey, we’ve been tucked for several hours, down there…’ But Plane didn’t let her finish, as usual silencing her with a kiss. Then Plane spread Nymphia’s legs, pulled them behind her back, and reached for her small bag. Holding her breath, Nymphia waited for further action. Her unusual stillness excited Plane — she bent down and began showering her beloved tummy and thighs with kisses, moving toward the tape. Carefully wetting the whole groin area with her saliva, Plane gently started detaching the soaked strips. For the first time in her life, the untucking felt exciting — Nymphia even began moaning from pleasure. Plane worked skillfully and confidently — using wet wipes, she gently patted the sweaty skin, softly helping the balls return to their usual place. Goosebumps ran over Nymphia’s body, and her dick began to fill with pleasant warmth. Plane continued massaging her scrotum, while at the same time licking the tart-tasting dick. When Nymphia returned to her usual wriggling and loud moans, and her dick had hardened enough, Plane lustfully took it into her mouth. She lightly tickled the dick with her tongue as she rolled it from one cheek to the other. Nymphia was already moaning desperately — wrapping her legs around Plane, she pulled her closer. Plane didn’t want to torture her beloved for long, so she tightly gripped the base of the dick and in one gulp swallowed it deep into her throat. The tip slid along her palate, Plane choked on saliva, but didn’t pull away — she slowly raised her head, letting the dick slide along her tongue. Finally, she tightly encircled the tip with her lips and began smacking softly as she sucked. Nymphia let out a long cry, her legs trembled, and Plane greedily sucked out the sweet cum. When Nymphia blissfully went limp, Plane pulled away from the dick and, kissing her tummy, got up from the bed. ‘Planey,’ Nymphia whispered in a weak voice, ‘that was…’ But Plane had already walked to the headboard and gently kissed Nymphia’s forehead. ‘I’m glad you liked the surprise,’ she said softly and headed for the bathroom. ‘But I wanna untuck you too!’ Nymphia tried to protest, but immediately realized she barely had enough strength to wash off her makeup. Plane turned around at the door. Nymphia had never seen such a deep, loving gaze before. ‘I know, doll. But another time, when you’re not falling asleep on your feet,’ Plane said tenderly and disappeared into the bathroom. At the thought of such a tempting and promising future, Nymphia smiled. When Plane came out of the bathroom, Nymphia was sweetly snoring, curled up. Plane quietly gathered the scattered wipes with traces of makeup and carefully straightened the yellow wig, clumsily perched on the mannequin. Then Plane slowly climbed into bed, trying not to disturb Nymphia. As soon as she turned on her side, Nymphia snuggled against her back, mumbling something in her sleep. Plane pulled her hands to her chest and instantly fell asleep.

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‘So, are we finally gonna see the sights today?’ Plane asked mockingly the next morning, stroking the back of Nymphia’s head as she lay on her chest. ‘Of course,’ Nymphia replied, touching Plane’s tummy with her fingertips, ‘and you’ll be able to take all the pictures you planned. I’ll personally help you.’ ‘Well, if you take care of it, then those pics will definitely be the best ones on my Instagram.’ Nymphia lifted her head at her and said in surprise, ‘Mmm… And what did you prepare for the photos? Yesterday’s red outfit?’ Nymphia couldn’t hold back her irony. ‘Nope. You’ll see for yourself right now.’ Plane slipped out of Nymphia’s warm embrace and marched to the suitcase, which fit perfectly into the cluttered corner of the bedroom. She carefully and proudly pulled out a light dress, shimmering in the morning sun with all the colors of the rainbow. ‘No way,’ Nymphia said in amazement. ‘That’s the very dress from Cher Week.’ ‘Yep,’ Plane answered proudly and gently stroked it with her hand. ‘I wanted this special dress to be captured in a special place.’ ‘And yesterday’s outfit you also planned to capture?’ Nymphia asked suspiciously. Something didn’t add up. Plane sighed mysteriously and went to the closet to hang the dress. ‘It was taken just in case…’ ‘And what kind of case is that?’ Nymphia got up from the bed and put her hands on her hips. ‘Well, you never know,’ Plane drawled, walking toward her, ‘I might wanna perform, and you’re kind of the star here. I thought you could set up a performance for me if I asked you properly.’ Nymphia kept looking at her with discontent. ‘But it turned out even better,’ Plane continued. ‘Being on the same stage with you is the best reward for me. It’s a pity no one’ll see you lip sync before the finale — it’s incredible.’ With a smile, Nymphia slipped away from her approaching hands and disappeared into the bathroom.  

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Plane was delighted by the exotic landscapes and unusual architecture. Nymphia tried hard to complement these impressions with interesting facts, but her story turned out messy — it seemed like she was making up half the stories on the spot because she was too distracted by Plane’s charm and sincere joy. When it came to taking pictures, Nymphia grew nervous about her camera skills, but Plane was in high spirits and encouraged her with her typical jokes. ‘The pics are awesome,’ Nymphia said with a smile, looking at the images of posing Plane. ‘I didn’t know I could turn out to be such a good photographer.’ ‘Not bad,’ Plane commented, joining the viewing. She’d already taken off her dress and was wiping her face with wipes in Nymphia’s room. ‘These photos will definitely be special for me. Speaking of photos…’ Nymphia looked at her with interest. Plane looked like she’d come up with some new mischief. ‘Did you notice how the fangirls screamed when they saw us yesterday?’ ‘So…’ Nymphia kept watching her questioningly. ‘They’d scream even louder if they saw a couple of our pictures together.’ Nymphia’s eyes widened in shock. ‘Planey, do you wanna tell everyone about us?’ Plane didn’t like the tone in which those words were spoken — as if the thought that everyone would find out about their relationship seemed humiliating to Nymphia. She felt lost, ‘No, not at all… I just wanted to tease, but if you’re against it…’ ‘What’re you saying, Planey?’ Nymphia interrupted her in her usual voice. ‘If you wanna get their attention, it’s a great idea. Just the way you like it. But not now — while you’re here, I don’t wanna share you with anyone…’ Nymphia suddenly went silent and put her finger to her lips in thought. Plane narrowed her eyes. ‘Yes, exactly,’ Nymphia continued. ‘No fangirls! Come on, I’ve got a couple more sights for you!’ Nymphia showed her around different places, describing everything in detail, until late at night. They were both so exhausted that they collapsed into sleep without even thinking about their regular pleasures, which had become so routine that both of them wanted to try something new. ‘Alright, enough lying around!’ Plane heard groggily. Nymphia was already striding around the room, tidying up — moving things from one place to another. Plane rubbed her eyes in annoyance and groaned, ‘What time is it?’ ‘The time’s just right,’ Nymphia came up to her with a towel and lightly slapped Plane’s belly with it. ‘Get your tummy up and let’s get ready to go!’ She froze at her choice of words and lowered her shy gaze to her stomach. Nymphia followed her look and, realizing her slip, bit her tongue. An awkward silence fell, luckily broken by the clang of a fallen pot downstairs. ‘Planey, you do know it’s a joke…’ Nymphia smiled nervously, looking at Plane’s gloomy face. ‘It just slipped out… And it’s not about you at all,’ she added quickly. Plane inhaled gloomily, not convinced by her excuses. Nymphia understood that words wouldn’t be enough to fix it, so, tossing the towel aside, she bent down and began kissing her belly. Plane tried to keep watching her actions with the same displeasure, but no one had ever canceled tickling, so it became harder and harder to hold back. Tired of Plane’s arrogance, Nymphia went lower, pulling off Plane’s underwear. ‘Alright, fine, have it your way,’ Plane muttered through her teeth, letting Nymphia carry out her venture.  

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Walking along the outskirts of the city, Nymphia gazed at familiar places, feeling nostalgia pleasantly wrapping around her. Plane, unable to hide her affection, admired Nymphia spinning in the streets and chirping about her memories. Suddenly her eyes fell on a lonely scooter. ‘Planey! I wanna ride!’ Nymphia exclaimed and ran up to it. ‘I remember how an acquaintance gave me a ride as a kid, and it was just awesome!’ Nymphia was practically dancing with joy around the magical vehicle, while Plane, confused, tried to figure out how to react to such a frenzy. ‘Do you even know how to drive it?’ Plane finally asked doubtfully. ‘No, but that’s easy to fix,’ Nymphia waved her hand. ‘Piece of cake! We’ll find an expert, and he’ll teach us.’ ‘Maybe not today?’ Plane asked hopefully. ‘We’ve been walking since early morning, and my brain’s already melting. I don’t think I can learn anything else today.’ ‘Actually, my dear,’ Nymphia answered in a businesslike tone, ‘nobody’s offering you that right now. I wanna rest, ‘cause you wore me out today,’ and without looking at Plane, she walked ahead. Plane hiccupped in surprise and, resigned to Nymphia’s eccentric behavior, followed her. But Nymphia’s new ideas didn’t end there, and she decided to share them with Plane the next day.