Made For Sex

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “Of course. Bethann will always be here, as well as any other women you want to be with.”

  “I’m glad. You’ll be hearing from me.”

  As the winter waned, Carla and Ronnie spent one day every week sharing experiences, since they were the only ones with whom they could discuss their flourishing business. Each Monday Carla packed her boys off to school, tidied the house after the weekend, and then drove into the city. Ronnie discovered R & R’s Gourmet Take-out and each week she picked up a luxurious luncheon, usually a pasta salad and one of the unusual breads for which R & R’s was famous. When she returned to the brownstone, she selected a bottle of fine wine from the cellar and made sure that it was the proper temperature.

  One Monday, after a particularly sumptuous meal of prosciutto and cantaloupe, rottini and mushroom salad, and crusty, hot sesame bread, Carla and Ronnie slipped off their shoes and stretched out at opposite ends of the living room sofa, their bare feet on the coffee table. “That was a particularly good Sauvignon Blanc,” Carla said.

  “You know, six months ago you wouldn’t have known it was a Sauvignon. You’ve grown, you know.”

  “I know. Every now and then I say something to my mother and she gives me that look. You know the ‘I didn’t teach you that so how could you possibly understand it’ look.”

  “Oh yes, I know it well.” She sipped her second glass of the full, flavorful wine. “Carla, I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

  “Sure, shoot.” Carla set her glass down and her body became more alert.

  “Occasionally one of my friends makes a request that I’m not sure I can fulfill.” She toyed with the stem of her wineglass.

  “Are you getting coy with me?” Carla asked.

  “No, but this is a bit unusual and it involves you.” Heat flushed Ronnie’s cheeks.

  “You’re blushing. I don’t believe it.”

  Ronnie laughed. “Neither do I. Anyway, I’ve been getting together with one friend every month or so for years. He enjoys selecting erotic stories from magazines, scenes from novels, things like that, reading them to me, then acting them out. He’s very creative and I’ve learned a lot from him and his stories.” She sipped her wine.

  “You’re working up your courage, Ronnie. I can tell. Just remember there’s nothing you can ask or tell me that will change our friendship.”

  “Thanks. He read me a story about two women involved in a torrid love scene. In the story, a man first watches, then joins in their lovemaking.”

  “Oh,” Carla said, suddenly uncomfortable.

  “I really didn’t know how to broach the subject to you since we’ve never even mentioned that type of sex. If it turns you off, let’s drop it right now.”

  “You obviously didn’t say no to him or we wouldn’t be discussing it now.”

  Ronnie sighed. “No, I didn’t.”

  “Have you ever been with another woman?” Carla asked, in a small voice.

  “Yes,” Ronnie said. “In college. Although we were roommates, even you didn’t know.”

  “No,” Carla said, surprise showing in her voice. “Who?”

  “Remember Evelyn Sage?”

  “The gorgeous blonde with the tremendous eyes and great skin. She had the most fantastic breasts as I recall. I always wondered whether they were hers or silicone.”

  Ronnie laughed. “She was fantastic looking all over, wasn’t she? They were her own. Anyway, we had been in several of the same classes and we got together to study on occasion. Somewhere during our junior year she casually mentioned to me that she thought I was very attractive and she wondered whether I felt the same way about her. One thing led to another, and another, and another. Anyway, we had been together only a few times when I met Sid.”

  “I remember him. You and he got pretty heavy for a while.”

  “We certainly did. He was into skin. Used to love to give me back rubs with scented oils. But while we were dating, I didn’t see Evelyn and by the time Sid and I broke up, she was with someone else.”

  “Did you enjoy it with her?” Carla asked.

  “Very much,” Ronnie answered. “It was new and different and very sensual. I’ve been with several women since then, always brief flings. I assume you’ve never done anything like that.”

  “Never,” Carla said, sipping her wine. “This is hard to admit but I guess I’ve always been a little curious.”

  Ronnie looked Carla in the eye. “I’d love to show you but I don’t want it to spoil our friendship.”

  “Would it?” Carla asked, now curious at the prospect.

  “I don’t know. I hope not. But if anything ever feels wrong, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

  “Isn’t that what we tell everyone before we play?”

  “I guess so.” Ronnie put her glass on the table, then leaned over and whispered in Carla’s ear. “It will be wonderful. I’ve fantasized about you. In my fantasy you’re here just like this.”

  Ronnie’s breath on her ear made Carla’s heartbeat speed and her breathing deepen. Her doubts dissolved and she relaxed.

  “Close your eyes and just feel.” Ronnie watched Carla’s eyes close. “Good. Like that. Don’t move. Just feel.” Ronnie touched the tip of her finger to Carla’s mouth and saw her lips part. “Your lips are so soft. So moist and smooth.” She touched Carla’s teeth and brushed her nail against Carla’s tongue. “Does that tickle?”

  Carla was awash in sensations. Nothing sexual had happened but her body tingled and her pussy was swollen. But she was in no hurry. She pursed her lips around Ronnie’s finger and sucked lightly.

  “Oh yes,” Ronnie whispered in Carla’s ear. “Suck my finger.” She allowed Carla to draw her finger into her mouth, then pulled it slowly outward. In and out, mimicking the fucking motion that they had both experienced so often in the past. The rhythm was primitive and deeply sexual. Ronnie pressed the tip of her tongue into Carla’s ear, echoing the rhythm the two women had established.

  Carla had never imagined that such simple things could be so deeply sensual. She was sucking Ronnie’s finger as her friend fucked her ear with her tongue. Suddenly her blouse was in her way. She wanted her breasts free.

  Carla reached for her buttons but Ronnie stilled her hand. “Don’t move at all. Let me be in charge of everything.” With a nip at Carla’s earlobe, Ronnie pulled her finger from her friend’s amorous mouth and unbuttoned her blouse. “Your nipples are so swollen. Are they uncomfortable under your bra? Do they want to feel my hot mouth?”

  “Oh yes,” moaned Carla.

  Ronnie parted the front of Carla’s blouse and stroked her palm over her friend’s erect nipples through the satiny fabric. “I can feel how hard they are. Do you like my hand?” When Carla moaned again, Ronnie continued, “It’s real, isn’t it? You want more, I know that. Your heart is pounding and you can’t seem to get air into your lungs.”

  Ronnie leaned over and took one nipple in her teeth. Although the sensation was diminished somewhat by her bra, the nipping drove Carla wild.

  “I like it that this bra fastens in the front,” Ronnie said. “I can unfasten it without you moving. And I don’t want you to move, even a little.” With a deft flick of her fingers, Ronnie unclipped Carla’s bra and separated the cups so her breasts were free. “Such beautiful breasts, baby,” Ronnie whispered. “I’ve seen you naked many times, and each time I’ve imagined how your gorgeous nipples would taste.”

  Ronnie cupped Carla’s large breast, weighing the handful. “Heavy and ripe. And hungry. Flesh can be hungry, you know, needing my touch.” She drew her fingers from the outside of the breast in her hand to the pink center, pulling at the nipple. She repeated the motion over and over until Carla thought she would go mad from wanting.

  “I want you,” Carla said, “and need you.”

  “You need me to do what? Give you pleasure? I’m doing that. Need me to increase the heat? Oh baby, yes.” Ronnie leaned over and licked one erect nipple with the flat of her tong
ue. Then she drew back and blew on the wet tip. Alternately she wet the tight bud, then cooled it with her breath. “Is that driving you wild?” she asked as Carla’s hips began to move.

  “You’re making me crazy,” Carla murmured. “My pussy is going to explode.”

  “No, it’s not and that’s the wonderful part. Your pussy will get hotter and hotter but you won’t come until we’re ready. And it’ll be so intense I’ll be able to feel it, share it with you.” Ronnie quickly pulled off Carla’s jeans and panties, then removed her own clothes. “I want to be naked like you are.”

  Carla reached out to touch Ronnie’s naked skin. “Not yet,” Ronnie said. “This is for you. I don’t want you to do anything at all. Another time you can touch me but this time is just for you.” Carla’s hand dropped to the sofa. “That’s a good girl. Just feel.”

  Ronnie licked Carla’s nipple again, then drew it into her mouth. She sucked hard, causing a tightness to flow from Carla’s breast to her pussy. It was as though the sucking made a path through her body and Carla could feel the pull between her legs.

  “Is your pussy wet?” Ronnie asked.

  “Yes,” Carla murmured. “I’m so excited I don’t know what to do. I can almost reach my climax, but not quite.”

  “I can reach it for you,” Ronnie whispered. “Now spread your legs so I can see your magnificent pussy. Spread them wide. Put your feet on the edge of the table and open your knees for me.”

  Carla did what Ronnie’s deep throaty voice told her. She opened her body as Ronnie moved so she was on her knees on the carpet between Carla’s spread legs.

  Ronnie watched Carla’s soaked pussy twitch with excitement. How long could she keep her friend on the edge of climax without letting her over the edge? There was so much pleasure she could give. She bent her head to one side and allowed her hair to brush the inside of Carla’s thigh. She allowed the strands to slide over Carla’s white skin, tickling and stimulating. Ronnie blew a stream of air at the other thigh.

  Carla was going crazy. She was sure she would fly apart in a million pieces and she didn’t think she would even feel the explosion. “You’re torturing me,” she whispered, reaching for Ronnie’s head to force it between her legs.

  “Don’t do that, baby,” Ronnie said, replacing Carla’s hands at her sides. “Hold still and let me show you how good this can be. Be patient.”

  “It’s making me crazy.”

  “Is it bad?”

  Carla hesitated. “No. It’s wonderful.”

  “I promise I won’t make you wait too long.” She used one finger of each hand to part Carla’s outer lips, then slowly explored her folds with her tongue. “You taste delicious,” she said, continuing her exploration. Then she found Carla’s clit with the tip of her tongue. “You can come soon,” she said, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud. “And your climax is going to be so big I’m going to share it with you.”

  Ronnie took one finger and slid it into Carla’s pussy, while she slid her other hand between her own legs, rubbing and circling over her clit. A second finger joined the first in Carla’s pussy. As she filled her friend’s cunt she flicked her tongue back and forth over her clit as she fingered herself.

  “Oh God,” Carla screamed. “Oh God.”

  “Let it come, baby,” Ronnie said. “Don’t say anything. Concentrate on what I’m doing to your body. Don’t move. Hold perfectly still so you can enjoy my fingers and my tongue.” She blew hot air over Carla’s inner lips. “Yes. Share your climax with me.” Her tongue licked and her fingers drove in and out.

  Pressure built in Carla’s belly. Waves of pleasure began to crest. “Don’t stop,” Carla cried. “Don’t stop.” Ronnie continued tonguing her friend’s clit. Then she shifted her licking to her inner lips, around her fingers. She used the fingers to spread Carla open, then licked all the flesh her tongue could reach.

  And then Carla came. The spasms continued, longer than Carla had thought possible. It was a different kind of orgasm than any she had ever experienced. It wasn’t the hard, fast kind she had when she masturbated, nor was it the kind she had with her pussy filled with a man’s hard cock. It was deep inside, and wonderfully different.

  Ronnie slowed her movements until Carla’s body calmed. She collapsed onto the sofa, took Carla’s hand and gently guided it to her own hot cunt. “Rub gently, just the way you like to be touched.” Carla moved so she could watch her fingers while they explored and massaged Ronnie’s hot, wet flesh. Ronnie held Carla’s hand and used it to bring her to orgasm. “Like that,” she cried, “just like that.” Gales of pleasure overpowered her.

  The living room was quiet for a time, then Ronnie said, “Oh God. That was amazing.”

  “It was magic,” Carla said. “Different somehow.”

  “I know,” Ronnie said, her breathing calming. “But it doesn’t detract, at least for me, from heterosexual sex. I enjoy that as much as I ever did.”

  “I’m glad you said that,” Carla said. “I was afraid that you’d be insulted if I did. This was a treat, but I still like men.”

  “If the situation arises, would you be interested in doing that while someone watches and participates?”

  “Yeah, I think I would. You know how I enjoy being watched. Being the passive one makes me crazy.”

  “And I enjoy calling the shots. We’re made for each other and for this business.”

  “Well,” Carla said, “I guess that’s settled.” She picked up her wineglass. “To new experiences. Especially ones that pay well.”

  Ronnie took a big swallow of her wine. “Salute.”

  Chapter

  9

  Over the months, Ronnie had visited Carla’s house in Bronxville many times. With no family of her own, she had become Aunt Ronnie to the boys, and Carla’s parents had taken her into the fold. Every time the subject of their business came up, the two women would sidestep any questions, saying only that they were in the public relations field, working for corporate clients, and doing very well.

  One evening, while the boys were in their rooms, ostensibly doing their homework, Ronnie and Carla relaxed in the living room of Carla’s modest house. “I envy you,” Ronnie said, wistfully. “Sometimes I wish Jack and I had kids.”

  “Sometimes I wish I could lend them to you for a few months. Did BJ thank you for his birthday present? Ronnie, getting him his own phone was really extravagant. The bills may be exorbitant.”

  “He did thank me, and the bills won’t go over a fixed amount that he and I have already agreed on. And I love doing it for him. By the way, don’t tell Mike, but I’m getting him his own TV for his birthday next month.”

  “You’re too much. You miss having your own children, don’t you?”

  “I do. But I often think that Jack and I wouldn’t have made good parents anyway. We’re too self-centered. We enjoy our creature comforts, like quiet and privacy.”

  “God knows, you get little of either with three growing boys in the house. How is Jack?”

  “He’s good. He’s in the used-to-be Soviet Union, somewhere that ends in ‘istan,’ I think. I talked to him just a few days ago.”

  Carla saw the wistful look on Ronnie’s face. “You miss him.”

  “Yeah, I do. I sometimes wish that he’d give up the traveling. Maybe we’d have a real life.”

  “Would you give up the business if he was home every evening?”

  “I don’t know. What about you? You and Bryce see a lot of each other. Are you two getting serious?”

  “I don’t know that either. He was here last weekend.”

  “No! With your parents and the boys?”

  “Yup. We spent the day ice skating with the kids, then had a big family dinner.” She laughed. “I thought my parents were going to start making wedding plans right then and there. My mother’s talked to me several times since. ‘He’s well off and he likes the boys,’ she keeps saying.”

  “And….”

  “And nothing. He’s a nice m
an and we have great times together.” She lowered her voice. “Both in and out of bed. But that’s not enough to build a life on.”

  “Give it time,” Ronnie said.

  “I have lots of that. And besides, I’m having too much fun in public relations.”

  A few weeks later Carla and Ronnie double dated for the first time. Glen Hansmann was an executive with a motion picture production company. Ronnie had entertained him several times, to their mutual delight. About a week earlier, Glen had called and left his name on her answering machine.

  “Ronnie, babe,” he told her when she called back. “I know I’ve asked you this several times, but any chance of a double date? My friend Vic O’Keefe is in from the West Coast and I’d love to do dinner with you and a friend. You understand. Some dinner and entertainment.”

  “I do have a friend. Her name’s Carla and her fee is the same as mine.”

  “That’s super,” Glen said, “and the fee’s no problem. Is next Tuesday evening okay?”

  “I don’t know whether Carla’s available,” Ronnie said. “But if she’s around that evening I see no reason why it wouldn’t work.”

  “Good. Check with her and call me back. And if she’s anything like you, I can’t wait.”

  Ronnie called Carla immediately and explained the situation. “How would you feel about a double? I don’t know what they’ll want, but I think we’re ready for anything. And it’s a Tuesday.”

  “It sounds fine. Hang on and let me check next Tuesday.” Carla flipped pages in her appointment book. “Believe it or not, next Tuesday is the only night I have free for the next month. It must be fate.”

  Glen Hansmann was not at all what Carla had expected. He was in his late forties, soft spoken and rather sweet, with light eyes and a dimple in his chin. His shoulder-length dark brown hair curled just above the collar of his light blue dress shirt. Carla noticed that his hands were beautiful, long slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails. Other than a functional wrist watch, he wore no jewelry.

  Vic O’Keefe, on the other hand, was a Hollywood cliché. His tan was too perfect, accented by the laughter-created crinkles of lighter skin at the corners of his eyes. He wore a ruby ring on his right hand and a heavy gold-and-steel Rolex watch on his left wrist. His voice was too loud, as was his tie, and he spent the first hour of the evening trying to impress the two women, dropping names and discussing all the exotic places he had been. At one point Carla caught Ronnie’s eye and their expression spoke volumes about their long evening ahead.