OvercomingtheNeed

by Zenobia Renquist

  “We could carpool when Arisa and Fred or Kristine are hosting. On the way home we could stop at one of those parks we found back when we were exploring.”

  Naomie grinned as she stepped into the one piece. “Like we used to.”

  All those beautiful parks. Naomie and Mia had found at least ten that afforded them a lovely backdrop while they enjoyed some car sex.

  “Sí, mamí. And on the days you host or I host, we can bid the ladies goodbye at the end and then start our own fun.”

  “Which Dane or Quincy will no doubt wish to join once they get home.”

  “Truth.”

  They laughed because they both knew neither Dane nor Quincy would sit out in the living room, flipping channels on the TV, while Naomie and Mia fucked in the bedroom. The twosome would become a threesome a few seconds after either man realized what the ladies were doing. Not that that was a bad thing. The whole scenario would be the perfect way to end a Tuesday.

  “Here, mamí.” Mia held out a pantyliner.

  Naomie placed it on the crotch of the swimsuit and then wiggled her way into the stretchy fabric. She turned to the mirror. With her lip curled, she said, “I don’t like it.”

  “You just put it on.”

  “The elastic is pinching. The straps are uncomfortable. And my back feels suffocated. No.” Naomie stripped off the swimsuit before Mia could argue with her.

  Mia traded with the one she held and put the other back on the hanger.

  Naomie was in and out of the second as fast as the first. The third one too. Mia exited the dressing room in a huff, taking the vetoed swimsuits with her. When Mia came back a few minutes later, she tossed the swimsuit she’d chosen over the top of the door.

  “Try that one.”

  Naomie held it up. “Nice.”

  “Are you in it?”

  “No, but it looks nice. Hold on.” Naomie put it on and then marveled at her reflection.

  The white one-piece—not normally her color—had an extra-high cut that started at the bottom of her rib cage, leaving most of her sides exposed. Two straps between the front and back halves of the suit crisscrossed to hold the fabric so the swimsuit hugged her figure. A deep scoop back and a neckline that framed the swells of her breasts completed the best swimsuit Naomie had ever seen.

  Mia asked, “Well?”

  Naomie opened the door. “You tell me.”

  “Oh, mamí. Yes. That’s the one.” Mia hung the other swimsuits she’d chosen on the nearest rack and then turned her attention back to Naomie. “Turn around.”

  Presenting her back, Naomie looked over her shoulder to catch Mia’s reaction. The clerk stood a few steps away. He nodded while trailing his gaze over her body.

  Mia traced one finger over the seam of the cloth framing Naomie’s ass. “Are you okay with this? There’s a thong version.”

  “No. I like this style for my swimsuits. Thongs are for the skirts that are too short to wear without panties.”

  The clerk coughed a little. His surprised expression made Naomie laugh under her breath. She would bet he was wondering whether or not she’d worn panties today. If he asked, she would show him once she changed back. If he asked.

  Mia asked, “So this is the one?”

  Naomie looked down at herself. “Were there any other colors?”

  “Why? You look good in white.”

  “Really? I never thought so.” She glanced at the mirror, trying to see if Mia was right.

  “I think so, and no there are no other colors.”

  The clerk said, “There are other colors available. If you want, I can order one for you and have it delivered to the store.”

  Naomie smiled at the man. “Thanks, but no. I need this for tonight.” She looked at the mirror again then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll get this one.”

  She reentered the dressing room, changed back to her dress and then exited with the swimsuit draped over her arm. Before she could ask which store was next, Mia held out a blue knit sarong with fringe around the edge. Naomie took it. “What’s this?”

  “A bit of color. There’s also green, brown and red. Which do you want?”

  “You know I like blue.” Naomie took the wrap and put it over her arm. “Anything else?”

  The clerk said, “We have tunics, board shorts, tights and cover-up pants.”

  Mia said, “The nights are pretty cool, mamí. You might want more than that flimsy piece of cloth once the sun sets. Maybe a tunic?”

  Naomie gestured to the racks. “I’m at your mercy.”

  “No, that’s later.” Mia winked and then turned to search the merchandise.

  While Mia looked for more items, Naomie went to the front. The clerk followed her and rounded the counter so he could start ringing up her items. He asked, “Attending a pool party tonight?”

  “Yes. Friends of my husband are having a housewarming.”

  The clerk blinked at her. “Husband?”

  “Yes, husband.”

  Mia came up behind Naomie, pressing close, and placed a tunic on the counter. “There you go. Nice and loose but thick enough to ward off cold.” She placed a kiss on the back of Naomie’s neck while hugging her waist.

  The clerk frowned a little but didn’t say anything as he resumed ringing up the items. Naomie handed him her debit card after he told her the total. She knew the man had to be confused about Mia’s open affection but he didn’t ask. He bagged the items and handed them to her with the usual spiel to come again.

  She and Mia left the store arm in arm. Naomie was about to ask where to next when the pet store sign caught her eye. “Let’s go see if they have any puppies.”

  “Why?”

  “Because they’re cute. Come on.” Naomie pulled Mia over to the store. The woman behind the counter called a quick greeting before going back to the customer she was helping.

  Naomie headed for the large playpen set up in the middle of the store, eager to see which small fuzzy creature was the center of attention today. “Bunnies!”

  “Cute,” Mia said as she moved close to the playpen so she could reach inside.

  “Excuse me, miss. We ask that you not touch the rabbits.” A store employee came over, smiling but stern. He tapped the Do Not Touch sign hanging above the pen. “Sorry. They scare easily.”

  “Sure. Sorry about that.” Mia withdrew her hand.

  Naomie nudged Mia with her hip. “Learn to read.”

  “I didn’t see it.”

  The man said, “No harm done. Do you ladies have any questions?”

  Mia shook her head. “No, but thanks.”

  “I’m Ted. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

  Naomie and Mia nodded at him. Ted wandered off to another part of the store. The bunnies didn’t hold Naomie’s interest for long. She dragged Mia around the store, looking at the random products.

  Mia asked, “Why are we in here? You don’t have a pet.”

  “I know but sometimes I think I might want one.” Naomie ran a hand over one of the tall kitty trees.

  Mia snorted. “Like Dane would let that happen.”

  “He likes animals. We always talked about getting a dog when we moved into a house.”

  “The last thing your neighbors need is you walking a dog.”

  Naomie thought about it. Dane wanted a medium-to-big dog, if they got one at all. Since Naomie would be home the majority of the time, she would be the one walking it. That meant more time strolling around the neighborhood in short-shorts and half-shirts. She nodded. “You’re right. My neighbors would form a committee to run us out of the neighborhood.”

  “Because putting on normal clothes isn’t an option, right?”

  “My clothes are normal.”

  “Sure. They’re just missing large chunks of fabric.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I love you, mamí.” Mia wrapped her arm around Naomie’s waist, steering her toward the exit—a path that took them past the puppy enclosure.

  Ted was ins
ide trying to wrangle a frisky little Corgi puppy back into his cage. The puppy managed to elude all of Ted’s attempts to catch him. Naomie wasn’t sure if they were playing for the growing crowd or if Ted was really having an issue catching the little ball of fur.

  She and Mia squeezed into the back corner to make room for the others who wanted to watch. Ted managed to catch the puppy, who barked happily, and put him back in his cage. The crowd clapped, which covered Naomie’s surprised squeak. She shot Mia a look but Mia kept her attention on the puppy cages. Meanwhile she had one finger stroking the top of Naomie’s slit.

  With Naomie in the corner blocked by Mia and with the waist-high wall of the enclosure hiding her lower body, no one could see what Mia was doing. Lacking entertainment, the crowd dissipated, leaving Naomie and Mia to stare at the cages alone.

  Ted left the enclosure and headed for them. “Hello again. Are you ladies interested in one of our puppies?”

  Mia smiled at the man. “I already have a pussy.”

  “Oh.” Ted’s smile wavered. “Do you?”

  “Yes. Well, she’s not really mine. I take care of her from time to time but that almost makes her mine since she’s over at my house so much. She’s a cute black pussy and she’s so soft. Friendly too. But only with people she knows. When she wants attention, she pushes and rubs against me.”

  Naomie bumped against Mia. She kept her attention on the puppies barking and wrestling with one another.

  Mia slipped her finger lower so she rubbed Naomie’s clit. “She’s playful too.”

  Ted asked, “Is she?”

  “She loves my fingers.”

  “A lot of cats do.”

  “Her especially.” Mia strummed Naomie’s clit in a quick flicking motion.

  Naomie cooed…at the puppies. Or that’s how it would look to a passerby. She really wanted to let out a pleased moan and lift her leg so Mia could rub her pussy properly. But this was a little tease.

  Mia said, “The more I stroke her, the louder she purrs. She purrs loud too. Are pussies supposed to be loud like that?”

  Ted chuckled as he nodded. “Some are. Like an engine motor, right?”

  “Exactly. Just purring her little head off until I stop.” She slipped her hand away.

  Naomie made a perturbed noise and glanced at Mia, not at all happy the woman didn’t keep going.

  Mia smiled at Naomie. “And then she pouts. Such a spoiled little thing, wanting me to play with her all the time.”

  Ted looked from Mia to Naomie and then back. “Uh huh.”

  “The puppies are cute though. I hope they find good homes.” Mia grabbed Naomie’s hand and led her out of the store.

  Both women were giggling before they crossed the threshold. Naomie leaned close to Mia and said, “Your black pussy still wants to play.”

  “I know she does but we need to find the right place.” She made a thinking noise. “I want to take my time and not have to worry about irate clerks.”

  “What about Clay?”

  “Oh!” Mia kissed Naomie’s cheek. “You are a genius. Let’s go.” Mia guided the way at a quick pace while Naomie laughed.

  They had to go to the second floor and across the mall for their destination. Clay was an old friend made during Naomie and Mia’s many mall trips. The picture studio where he worked was dark and the doors were closed when they arrived. The sign said the studio had moved to a new and bigger location on the other side of the mall.

  Mia cursed as she sucked her teeth. “So much for that.”

  Naomie peered into the darkness. A faint light was on in the back. “Wait.” She knocked on the glass.

  “No one is here, mamí.”

  Naomie knocked harder, doing the shave-and-a-haircut rhythm. The light got brighter as a door in the back opened.

  Clay stuck his head around the corner, saw them, grinned wide and then rushed to the door. He unlocked it and pushed it open. “My two favorite ladies. How goes it?”

  Mia held up the front of Naomie’s skirt, displaying Naomie’s wet pussy lips.

  “That good, huh? Come on in.” He stepped to the side and propped the door open more.

  “Thanks,” Mia and Naomie chorused together.

  Clay closed and locked the door behind them. “I was just thinking about you two. Perfect timing.”

  “Oh? And why’s that?” Naomie asked with a knowing grin. “And for that matter, when did this place move?”

  “Business is booming so we needed a bigger space. A location opened up and corporate pounced on it. The new place got all new everything but the old stuff has to be inventoried to either be shipped to another store or sold. I got the job.” He shrugged.

  Mia said, “Lucky for us then. Naomie and I need a place to fuck. We thought you wouldn’t mind accommodating us.”

  “You thought right.” Clay waved them to follow him. “Everyone is at the other location. Only I have the keys to this place. My camera is ready.”

  “That’s not the only thing.” Naomie squeezed his ass. Some light flirting that wouldn’t amount to anything because Clay wasn’t her type. He was cute. That kind of puppy-dog, carry-your-books-to-class cute that kept him friend-zoned until a girl decided she wanted to date a good guy.

  But he was the silent type people always warned about. The unassuming type with a naughty side that would get him laid more often if he had a more aggressive personality…and said no to that third helping and got some more sun. He was a voyeur with a camera. If not for Naomie and Mia and women like them to quench his appetite, he might have developed into a peeping tom with a telescopic lens.

  Clay preferred his own images to the ones found on the internet and he never lacked for models. It was the friend vibe he gave off, which he didn’t fake. Clay was a genuinely good guy who wouldn’t say boo to a mouse. Despite that, Naomie could imagine Clay slowly talking the women out of their clothes. He had that soft, soothing voice that became almost hypnotic until he stumbled over a word and shattered the mood.

  The women would find that shy quality of his endearing. They would remove more and more clothing because he was nice and flattered them. They would go from being hesitant and nervous to eager and bold, enjoying erotic poses and masturbating with the plethora of toys that would suddenly appear all for Clay’s photo-taking pleasure. But that was what Naomie imagined. Clay might just ask the women to do it without any lead-in and have them agree or chew him out for his presumption. She could imagine the second scenario as easily as the first.

  Clay grinned over his shoulder at her. “I’m really happy you ladies stopped by. My now ex-girlfriend recently went nuclear and deleted the hard drive with all my pictures on it.”

  Naomie blinked in surprise. “All of them?”

  “All of them. I didn’t have any backups, which was stupid.”

  “Very,” Mia and Naomie said together.

  “Yeah, yeah. But it’s not like I wanted to put them on a web storage.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  Naomie nodded. “Good point but a DVD or backup hard drive might have saved you some heartache.”

  “True. Or I could just shoot new ones.” He opened the door to the last studio. “Voilà.”

  Mia asked, “So what set her off and why your hard drive?”

  Clay sighed and shook his head. “I got careless. I put my pictures of her in the same master folder as my pictures of my other…let’s call them clients.”

  Naomie said, “I don’t mind being called a client.”

  “So yeah. She found the other pics and got pissed since she figured out they weren’t downloaded. The filenames gave it away.” He dropped his head. “I put the studio name and session numbers.”

  “Not smart.” Naomie patted his shoulder.

  “I know. Believe me, I’m kicking myself in the ass every day for not being more clever, but it was my computer. I didn’t think she would be on it but she really wanted to see the pics I took of her and didn’t wait for me to show them to her. After she realized she
wasn’t the first woman to have pictures done here, she got pissed.”

  Mia entered the studio and tossed her purse on a nearby chair. “That’s sad and all. I really feel for you but we came here to fuck. If you want to take pictures, I suggest you hurry up.” She crooked her finger at Naomie.

  Blunt but true. The time for teasing and pleasantries was over. Naomie swung her purse and shopping bag in the direction of Mia’s purse, not caring if they made it. Her attention was for Mia’s lips and how Mia wet them, sliding her tongue slowly over one then the other as she watched Naomie approach.

  They wrapped their arms around each other, pressed their breasts and slanted their mouths together. Naomie’s contented purr as their tongues touched matched Mia’s. The moment of languid bliss, savoring the kiss and enjoying the closeness, lasted a few seconds before Mia snatched at her blouse in a bid to unbutton it. That seemed to take too long because she pulled it over her head, breaking her kiss with Naomie long enough to get it free, and then returning.

  Naomie wanted to laugh at Mia’s frantic state but she felt the same urgency. She started to take off her dress but Mia unlaced the V-neck and spread it wide instead. Only when their nipples glided over each other did the frenzy abate long enough for Naomie and Mia to indulge in another long kiss.

  Clay said, “Ladies, ladies, hold up a sec. Let me get my camera out and the lights set up.” He rushed out of the room. “Give me a second.”

  Mia stared into Naomie’s eyes, panting. “Too slow and I’ve been craving this all day.”

  Naomie trailed her fingers over Mia’s cheeks. “Me too.”

  “All day?”

  With a smirk, Naomie said, “Since I left Dane’s office.”

  “That’s what I thought.” Mia captured Naomie’s lips for another kiss while slipping her hand down to Naomie’s slit. She rubbed the flats of her fingers between her lower lips in a quick petting gesture that excited Naomie’s clit.

  Naomie sucked in a breath so she could whimper her need.

  Clay said, “Back. I just need a second to—and you’ve already started. Right. Could you pause or something?”

  Mia made an annoyed noise but backed up a step. She put distance between her and Naomie but that didn’t end her rubbing of Naomie’s nub.