by Felix Baron
That did look like it’d feel nice, so Wanda followed suit. It was a rough caress, but a very stimulating one. Before long, her pussy was tingling and her clit engorging. The texture was too rough on her button, but it was easy enough to change the angle so that there was no direct contact.
Kitty, by contrast, seemed to like it rough. She turned to face Wanda, leaned back against the glass, spread her thighs wide and pushed her pubes forward. It was a most inelegant pose but despite that – perhaps because of that – it looked sexy as hell. A sweet and sophisticated young lady was transformed into an animal in heat. Wanda liked that.
Kitty grunted, ‘I’m going to come, Wanda. Join me?’
‘Let’s see if I can catch up.’ Wanda bunched her loofah around one fist to grind it into her sex, parting its lips and scouring their insides. She took the shower head, on hard pulsate, and aimed it directly onto her clit. The powerful sensations, plus the sight of her animalistic lust-consumed friend, heated her up deep inside. The tingling started and began to focus. ‘I’m getting there,’ she screamed.
‘Me too. Soon!’
‘Yeah, soon for me, as well.’
‘I love you, Wanda,’ Kitty said. She took a deep breath. ‘Well, lust you, anyway. Lust like a lover and love like a sister.’
‘That’s OK. Me too! You! Lust!’
‘Oh fuck!’ burst from Kitty’s lips.
‘Yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck!’ Wanda added, ‘I want a cock to suck on!’ Something nasty from deep inside Wanda was desperate for her to be as obscene as possible.
‘Can’t help you there. Clit do?’
Wanda shook her head, denying the image that invaded her mind.
‘I want a cock, too,’ Kitty shouted. ‘A big hard one! I should have brought a dildo in here. Or one each. No matter. I’m getting near the edge, Wanda. You know what I mean?’
‘Yes, of course I do. Wait for me, Kitty-bitch. Let’s go together.’
‘Sorry, I’m losing it, now … Now. Now!’ Kitty convulsed, thrusting her belly at Wanda and humping the air.
It was the depravity of the sight, more than the sensations she was inflicting on herself, that took Wanda over the edge. She slumped, just like her dearest lovely darling friend was slumped. Seated on the bottom of the shower, their toes touched, and Wanda simply didn’t care if it was against her rules. She just sat there, panting and playing footsie.
Chapter Eighteen
What they’d done in front of each other in the shower felt a bit embarrassing once their lust had been discharged. Kitty found them two short towelling robes, which they belted tightly and securely. When they sat on the couch, they sat at each end, as far apart as they could, and tucked their robes under their thighs. They didn’t look directly at each other.
‘What do we do now?’ Wanda asked.
‘Hungry yet?’
‘Peckish,’ Wanda admitted.
‘Chinese?’
‘Sounds good to me.’ Eating is a safe, non-sexual activity. She could eat without stealing secret glances at Kitty’s lovely long legs. It’d be a distraction from the erotically charged atmosphere. And, despite the power of her recent orgasm, horniness was slowly creeping back into her. Was she insatiable? Would Henry be able to cope with that, if she was? After all, a jug can only be emptied once before it needs time to refill. No man can match a libidinous and healthy woman, not orgasm for orgasm. Was that going to be a problem?
Kitty fished a complicated remote control out from under a cushion. A nude portrait, which could have been Kitty but the model was wearing a big hat with a veil so that Wanda wasn’t sure, slid aside to expose a large flat screen. It chimed on and showed a menu of Chinese food, with pictures.
‘What’s “moo goo gai cow”?’ Wanda asked.
‘Not what it sounds like, I don’t expect. It can’t be beef cooked in milk, can it?’
‘I doubt it.’
‘Let’s order some and find out.’ She paused and glanced sideways at Wanda. ‘We OK? You and me?’
Wanda reached out and touched her friend’s elbow, briefly. ‘Of course we are. We’re grown women, after all.’
‘And sophisticated ones.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Hug?’
‘Of course.’
They shimmied closer and cuddled each other, but gingerly, still a little unsure.
Kitty ordered the special fried rice and the Szechwan beef with broccoli. Wanda added prawn crackers and bang-bang chicken, just because of its name. Then they had to have at least one sweet and sour dish, and a curry and a chili plus spring rolls. And no meal is complete without dessert, so they added apple fritters with ‘moonlight’ syrup and whipped cream.
‘That should feed about six of us,’ Kitty observed.
‘Should we cancel a couple of dishes?’
‘If we did, what would we eat for breakfast?’
Oh yes, breakfast, which reminded Wanda that she’d be there overnight. ‘Consuela would have a fit,’ she said.
‘When in Rome! At the ranch, we eat Consuela style. In my apartment, we eat Kitty style.’
A smart remark about eating Kitty and pussy-eating sprang into Wanda’s mind, but she shut it off before it could escape her lips.
Kitty turned the menu into a TV and searched. She found two programmes scheduled about dancing, one with celebrities and the other with wannabe professionals in competition. They didn’t clash, for a change. ‘You’re going to take Latin dancing classes, right? Want to watch some to prime you?’
‘Mainly, I want to see what they wear to dance in. You don’t get any Brazilian stations, do you?’
‘Sorry. The watered-down US ones will have to do. We could always watch a porno channel instead?’ Her sidelong glance was packed with meaning.
‘Not right now. Not while we eat.’
‘Chinese,’ Kitty added, getting some of her ‘naughty’ back.
That made Wanda feel better. She hated to have tension of the wrong sort between her and her new ‘best friend forever’. Her first ‘bff’? Her first since high school, anyway, not counting the boys or men she’d dated. Come to that, none of those had been ‘friends’. But Henry was, she thought, in a strange way. He was her friend and her … mentor? Something like that, anyway, plus protector and provider. Her everything?
‘I’ll split the price of the meal with you,’ she offered Kitty.
‘Silly! I have an account with the restaurant. I’m not going to sort out what I ate with who, am I?’
‘I guess not.’ That was what being rich had to be like. Trivial sums like a hundred or so dollars, or whatever the meal came to, meant nothing. She’d have to learn to adjust to that. The idea that money was virtually meaningless would be hard to adapt to, but she’d try very hard. Henry would help her.
Kitty put a sitcom on and snuggled closer, close enough that Wanda could smell the jasmine in her hair. On impulse, Wanda planted a kiss on the top of Kitty’s head.
‘Thanks.’
‘Welcome.’
Kitty’s cheek was resting on Wanda’s shoulder, but in a sisterly way. Definitely sisterly, though her sweet breath was wafting into Wanda’s cleavage. She could ignore that.
The phone rang. Kitty answered. After a few seconds, she put her hand over the mouthpiece and said, ‘It’s your mom. She wants to know if you’re here.’
Wanda almost said, ‘Tell her no,’ but bit it back. She reached for the phone.
Kitty said, ‘Excuse me a minute,’ and left the room.
Wanda said, ‘Yes, Mom?’
‘Having a good time with Kitty?’
‘Yes, thanks. We just ordered Chinese.’
‘What have you two girls been up to?’
Honesty was very tempting, but, once more, Wanda resisted. She said, ‘Kitty has been teaching me how to comport myself as a rich woman.’
‘That’s nice. Learn much?’
‘Lots, thanks.’
‘I’ve been teaching you that all your life.’
r /> ‘Yes, Mom, but Kitty’s been living it, all hers.’
‘Even so. Are there any men there?’
‘No, Mom, just us two girls. There’s the doorbell,’ Wanda lied.
‘Let Kitty get it.’
‘She’s changing for supper.’
‘Oh, I see.’
‘Bye, Mom.’ Wanda hung up. Cancelling her white lie, the doorbell did chime. She called, ‘Kitty!’
‘You get it, there’s a dear.’
Wanda scooped up her purse and opened the door. A young lad had four big bags in an insulated carrier. He looked her up and down while Wanda hastily fished for change. His admiration for her legs was a little too obvious for her comfort. Still, it wasn’t his fault that her robe was so short. You show ’em, you have to expect to have them looked at.
‘No tip, thanks, Miss,’ he said. ‘It’s taken care of. We just add twenty per cent to the lady’s bill.’
‘Thank you. Bye!’
She spread the packages across the table. Kitty returned, fully made up and wearing an abbreviated kimono in red and black satin.
‘You and Henry and your dressing up!’ Wanda commented.
‘You too. Don’t tell me you didn’t like parading around in that gorgeous green riding habit of yours.’
‘I confess. Yes, I like it. It’s fun and Henry likes it.’
‘Two excellent reasons. Let’s eat.’ She poured two glasses of Tokay. ‘This is just to go with the food. I’ve got a pitcher of martinis in the freezer, for later.’
‘In the freezer?’
‘It won’t freeze because of the gin and I like my martinis bitter cold. You?’
‘I’ll tell you later, after I’ve tried one. All of a sudden, I’m famished.’
Kitty produced chopsticks and they dug in. With about a quarter of their order consumed, both were full. ‘Leftovers for breakfast, and lunch, at least,’ Kitty said. ‘I hate to cook.’
The girls settled down to watch TV, pick at leftovers and sip icy martinis. Not all of the dancing was Latin but the costumes the dancers wore were an eye-opener for Wanda. Most of them were tight, or skimpy, or both. There were deep cleavages on both men and women but the women had the exclusive on ‘backless’. Some of the outfits were scooped so low that hints of rear cleavage showed. Wanda loved the bare midriffs that a lot of costumes displayed, and the rippling abdomens. It’d been at least a year since she’d done crunches each morning. She’d better start again, even if her mom did think that six-packs were unfeminine. Many of the Latin dances were incredibly tense. Wanda loved that, body straining against body. That was a good sign for their marriage. Henry’d said he liked Latin dancing. Anyone who did was obviously very sexual.
By the end of the second programme, she was feeling as warm as she would have if they’d watched porn.
Kitty said, ‘I’ve only one bed, Wanda, but I’ll lend you some pyjamas or a nightie, if you prefer, and we can sleep on opposite sides of the bed. It’s king-sized, so there’s lots of room. We won’t have to touch – unless you want to?’
‘Thanks, thanks and no thanks.’
‘Got it. You know what?’
‘What?’
‘I’m feeling a bit – you know. How about you? Maybe it’d be a good idea if we took the edge off a bit before we go to bed.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘You know very well what I mean,’ Kitty said. ‘“Lookee, no touchee?” We could watch each other play “pet the pussy” again. If we climaxed just before going to bed, we’d sleep better. I’ve got some vibrators in the bedroom. You’d get first choice?’
Wanda pretended to think but the idea was very appealing and didn’t need thinking about. Kitty was so hot when she masturbated. She was a joy to watch!
She said, ‘Show me your toys. Let’s see if any tempt me.’
‘You’ll find this educational, I think,’ Kitty said. She led the way back into her bedroom. They sat side by side on a cushioned bench seat. The top drawer of a chest was lined with velvet and displayed a selection of vibrators and dildos, each one in a plastic bag and laid out in a neat row. ‘I sterilise them after each use,’ Kitty told Wanda. ‘They’re very hygienic.’
‘That’s nice to know.’ Wanda picked one up from the end. It was no larger than a lipstick.
‘For travelling,’ Kitty said. ‘Trains and planes.’
Next was a butterfly. Kitty explained that it was a vibrator that a girl wore and was controlled by a remote, which she might give to her date to tease her with.
‘That doesn’t sound like you,’ Wanda commented.
‘Oh, I’m always the one with the remote. Great fun!’ She looked thoughtful. ‘You know, with the butterfly, there’s no actual touching.’
‘Close enough, though.’ Wanda picked up an oversized cylinder that was filled with tiny multi-coloured beads.
‘That one’s interesting,’ Kitty said. ‘But it doesn’t have a clit-stimulator, like this one.’ She held up an oversized vibrator with a projecting prong. ‘Or the rabbit is similar? ‘This one is just for the G spot. I use it together with a more slender internal toy, sometimes. And I’ve got anal vibes, and butt plugs and probes, and …’
‘I’ll take the Hitachi Wand, if that’s OK.’
Kitty’s eyes narrowed. ‘Ten days ago, I was teaching you what a vibrator is and showing you how to use one. Now you know them by name? Either you’ve been studying hard, or …’
‘You were having so much fun “teaching” me, I couldn’t spoil it by letting on that I have a few toys of my own. It was funny, though, you thinking that a healthy young woman of my age could be so ignorant.’
‘You bitch!’
‘We’re a pair of bitches, right?’
Kitty shrugged. ‘Well, thanks anyway. It was fun, being your teacher. Any more surprises for me? A dozen lesbian lovers in your past? You have season tickets to the local orgies?’
‘I’ve had a couple of men in my life and I experimented a bit once, with another girl, nothing much, just kissing and fondling, mainly. That’s it for me, honest and true. My life has been relatively sheltered, till now.’
‘Because of your mom, not because of your natural inclination?’
‘Yes, I suppose so,’ Wanda confessed.
‘She has a lot to answer for,’ Kitty observed.
‘My mom has always done what she thought was best for me,’ Wanda defended. ‘Anyway, I think she’s loosening up a bit now, since she’s known Lucinda.’
‘Ah yes, Lucinda. I hope I’m as horny and able to perform as she is when I reach her age.’
‘How old is she?’ Wanda asked.
‘No one knows. If Henry does, he isn’t telling. You certainly can’t tell by looking at her. A combination of silicon, Botox and booze has her frozen in time. After the Apocalypse, future archaeologists are going to dig her up and wonder if she was typical of our era. She’ll end up in the future equivalent of the Louvre.’
‘Perhaps she’s a vampire,’ Wanda suggested.
‘That’s what she dresses as, come Halloween. And a damned sexy vamp she makes, too.’ Kitty ripped the plastic cover off the Wand and handed it to Wanda. ‘Let’s get this show on the road. There’s lube in the bedside-table drawer. I have the kind that tingles. Have you tried it?’
‘No.’
‘Do. It’s nice, not as spectacular as in the ads, but it still does some pleasant things to your clit.’ Kitty stood up and shed her kimono.
Wanda followed suit. After their revealing conversation, and a few martinis, she no longer felt the least bit uncomfortable about being naked with Kitty. She still enjoyed looking at her friend’s body, though. It hadn’t grown stale for her.
And her skin would be so nice to touch …
They sat side by side, their hips a good foot apart, on the edge of Kitty’s bed. Kitty nodded towards the mirror doors of her closet. ‘Nice-looking pair, huh?’
‘Yours or mine.’
‘Us, silly. Here’s the lube.
’
Wanda took it and squeezed a drop out onto the pad of her right index finger.
‘Don’t scrimp,’ Kitty told her.
‘I won’t. This is for a precise spot.’ She spread her thighs. The fingers of her left hand drew back on the sheath of her clit, popping the tiny pink pearl out into the open.
‘Nice clit!’ Kitty said. ‘That lube, it’s strawberry flavour.’
Wanda licked her finger and nodded. ‘Artificial, of course.’
‘Can I have a taste?’
Wanda extended her arm sideways.
‘That’s not what I meant, and you know it.’
‘Sorry, Kitty-cat.’ Wanda dabbed more lube onto her nipples and picked up the Wand. ‘A Wand for Wanda,’ she said.
‘Funny.’ Kitty squirted lube up inside her pussy and smoothed it around with two fingers. ‘Brrr. Tingles!’
‘I think I’ll take some of this on my honeymoon,’ Wanda said.
‘It’s good for anal, as well.’
‘Do you think my Henry will want to bugger me?’
‘Do you want him to?’
Wanda nodded, not quite ready to put her desire into words.
‘Then, if he doesn’t introduce it by the third night, ask him to. That’d turn him on, for sure.’
‘He wouldn’t think less of me?’
‘Every man I’ve asked to do me up my bum has been both delighted and excited.’
‘How many is that?’
Kitty thought for a moment. ‘Two,’ she said.
‘That’s not many.’
‘The rest took the initiative.’
‘Oh.’ The big ball at the end of the Wand buzzed on the tip of Wanda’s left nipple. She was only using a delicate touch but she still felt little shocks of yearning zip down to her clit. Her eyes half-closed and she leaned back on one arm but she could still watch Kitty, and herself, in the mirror. Her friend had pinched the lips of her sex together and was running the balls of her vibrator up and down the crease. The toy she’d chosen looked like a stack of ping-pong balls separated by plastic half-inch necks but it was all one piece.