“Mmmmmm.”
Then she lay her head upon the pillows of Kim’s spectacular breasts and savored the gentle undulations of her breathing as Kim wrapped her arms about her.
When Connie stirred, Kim woke, too. Connie turned her face up for a kiss and it quickly became passionate. Kim’s nipples hardened quickly and Connie raced Kim’s. When the kiss finally ended, both were panting.
“I could do this forever,” Kim said, breathlessly.
“So could I — but I’d miss Jerry.” Connie giggled.
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“I want it all!”
“If you had it all, would you share it?”
Connie’s smile faded slowly and became wistful. “I would but Jerry just isn’t interested. Hasn’t been, anyhow.”
“I didn’t mean it that way!”
Connie kissed her lightly on the chin. “Are you sure?”
Kim had a thoughtful expression for the next few moments. Then: “Maybe I did. It’s not a bad idea.”
“I think it’s a terrific idea.” Connie rolled onto her side and ran one hand lightly up and down over Kim’s abundant curves. “And you’d get to find out what it’s like to be really filled up.”
“You filled me up pretty good with your fingers. How many did you have in me?”
“Four.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “No wonder. I can never get more than three in me.”
“Mine are smaller. See?” She held up the accused fingers and wiggled.
“Sure, a little, but sometimes I think there’s something wrong with me. All I can think about is finding a guy with a big one — ”
“Who knows how to use it.”
“Right — but then I wonder if it could get it me. I mean, when I get turned on, it seems like I just squeeze and squeeze and — ” She giggled. Connie was nodded solemnly.
“I know. I felt. Guys must love it. But don’t worry — if a baby’s head will fit through there, anything will.”
“Maybe when I get a little older.”
“Has nothing to do with it. When I was in college, I was into a whole orgy scene for a while. One of the other girl was this sophomore, not much bigger than me — and she liked having a fist in her every now and then.”
Kim’s eyes widened. “A fist?”
“Uh-huh. I mean, first a couple of fingers, then more fingers, then the whole hand. When she really started cumming, she’d take a clenched fist and came so hard she actually lost consciousness a few times. It was kind of a strange turn-on to see a woman my size cumming while a big, hairy guy had his fist, wrist and part of his forearm reaming her out.” Connie shook her head, remembering. “I mean, she was so tight that usually it was hard work to get two fingers in her. But when she got going — once she had two guys at once in her vagina and loved it. And she was maybe nineteen at the time.”
She kissed Kim lightly on the nearest nipple. “Don’t worry, honey — you can take it…from the right guy.”
She sat up easily and arched her back. Kim couldn’t resist running one hand over Connie’s sleek back and the older woman purred, catlike, at the petting. Finally she stood and turned to look down at hermagnificently proportioned lover. “You know, I want to do this again.”
“And again.”
“And again.”
“Et cetera.”
“But it’s going to be hard keeping my pants dry when I see you in class.”
“If you get too moist, I’ll just have to do something about it.”
“Like take them off for me?”
Kim nodded. “When can we get together like this again?”
Connie cocked her hips and looked thoughtful. “This is Tuesday…You have any free nights later this week?”
Kim sat up smoothly, all her rich curve rippling beautifully. Connie was again fascinated by the lack of an swaying in Kim’s big breasts; they were so firm that they hardly bounced at all.
“Well, I have a wine-tasting party tomorrow night and Thursday I have a class at the New School.”
“What?”
Kim blushed slightly. “I’m studying a language.” She looked up to find Connie staring at her.
“Give.”
“Chinese.” She shrugged. “I’ve always been fascinated by the culture and country and traditions and someday I want to visit China.”
“Good! What about Friday?”
“Nothing so far.”
“Let’s you and I go out.” Connie’s eyes were sparkling.
“Sure. Where?”
“Shopping.”
“Huh?”
“I’m going to take you to a toy store — an adult toy store. Can you bring your car into Manhattan Friday?”
“I have to bring it in every day,” Kim groused. “What a pain in the ass.”
“I’ll bet it is. I’ll meet you in the Village. What time do you finish for the day?”
“Any time after five.”
“Fine. Have the car in a garage in the Village somewhere near West Fourth and Sixth Avenue. I’ll meet you at the Cornelia Street Cafe at six. I’ll be wearing a red rose, so you’ll recognize me with my clothes on.”
Kim laughed and stood and hugged her tightly. “I feel funny about going into a sex-aid store.”
“Relax, honey — I’ll protect you.”
“But — why?”
“I want to get us some toys. Like Joni’s Butterfly, and maybe some nice vibrators or dildos or both … and I want to be wicked!”
She said it with such a pixie-esh expression her face that Kimberly had to giggle and hug her again.
“Will you be wicked with me?” Kim asked.
“Count on it.”
“It’s a date!” Kim agreed.* * *
When Connie stepped into the house, she found Jerry sitting in the living room, staring at CNN. A snifter was on the end table next to his chair and the brandy bottle — half-empty — was next to it.
He didn’t look up at the sound of her entrance.
“Hi, husband.”
He hit the MUTE button on the TV’s remote control and turned. “Hello, wife.”
She walked over to him and bent at the waist to kiss him. The kiss lingered.
“I know that taste,” he said. His speech was still clear. “I take it you were successful.”
She doffed her coat and sat on the other part of the sectional. “Yes. And it was lovely.” She flicked her gaze at the snifter and bottle, then back to him, waiting. He understood.
Jerry was a recovering alcoholic. He’d fallen a few times, but generally went through his days. By agreement, they kept a small bottle of brandy in the house. A long time ago, they’d made an agreement and had a safe installed in the wall of the bedroom. Only Connie had the combination. She would never question him if he found himself unable to resist — provided that before he reached for the booze, he stashed the car keys in the safe and juggled the combination.
“They’re in there,” he said. “I wasn’t sure I could handle it if you stayed the night. I’m not getting any younger and I wonder,sometimes, if this one is going to be the lover you fall for –forever.” He shrugged, slightly uncoordinated.
There was another, older, more powerful agreement between them — complete honesty.
“I could really fall hard for her.”
“I could tell.”
“But I couldn’t live without you, every day, right here — holding me.” She felt tears welling in her eyes. “Just the thought of not being in your arms…” She shook her head too hard, too fast. “I can’t stand that thought.”
“I feel the same way. So — ” He nodded toward the snifter. “But it doesn’t help enough.”
“Does my being here help enough?”
He stared at her until she added: “Rhetorical question.”
“You goddam betcha. Would you put some coffee on?”
The tears overcame her defenses, despite the genuine smile. “You goddam betcha.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“See previous response.” She stood. “By the way, she wants you, too. A lot.”
He closed his eyes and wrinkled his forehead, then exhaled slowly. Finally: “Me? All of me?”
“Don’t be silly. I’m the only person who could want all of you the way I do.”
“I know. Help me stand.” He held out his hand. She took it, knowing he didn’t physically need it, and led him into the kitchen. As she made the coffee, she told him about the planned date at the sex-aid store and Kim’s cravings.
Later, as they undressed each other for bed, she told what she and Kimberly had done and said, and what she planned for Friday night.
In detail.
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