by Mj Williamz
“Wow. I must have been tired.”
“I guess so. That conversation we had last night must have really drained you.”
“Very funny. How long have you been up?”
“About an hour.”
“Yeah? What have you been doing?”
“Reading the paper, making coffee, just enjoying the morning.”
“Well,” Ronda said. “Why don’t you set your coffee down and climb back into bed so we can enjoy the morning a little more?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She shed her white robe and slipped into bed.
Ronda kissed down Gayla’s body, stopping to play with her nipples. She sucked one and then the other before continuing her way downward. She spread Gayla’s legs and licked her. She lapped at her opening before sucking her clit and flicking her tongue over it. That always did the trick and soon Gayla came for her.
Ronda flipped Gayla over and pulled her up on all fours. She buried her face between her legs while she reached around and stroked her clit. Again, the orgasms were almost instantaneous.
Gayla collapsed on the bed and rolled over.
“What was that all about?”
“What?” Ronda said.
“In all the times we’ve had sex, you’ve never taken me that way.”
“I was in the mood for something different. Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Very much.”
“Okay, then.”
“And now it’s your turn, my ebony stud.”
“Knock yourself out.”
Ronda spread her legs for Gayla. She felt Gayla running her hands all over her body.
“I can’t get over how tight your body is,” Gayla said. “I love the muscles that ripple when I touch you.”
“Good. I work hard to get those muscles.”
“I know you do. I just want you to know I appreciate them.”
She dragged her hand between Ronda’s legs and plunged her fingers inside. She took them out before thrusting them back in.
“More,” Ronda said. “I need more.”
“You got it. Here’s more.”
Ronda could feel herself filled more to her liking. She ground her hips in rhythm to the thrusting to make Gayla’s fingers touch all her sensitive spots. She was close to coming, but needed her clit touched. She reached down and rubbed it while Gayla continued to move in and out.
She closed her eyes as tight as she could and focused only on the sensations between her legs. It was only a matter of minutes before one orgasm after another washed over her body.
“We’re a good team,” she said.
“Yes, we are.”
They lay there for a little while, not saying anything, simply cuddling. It felt good to Ronda to be able to do that. Gayla finally needed to get up.
“We can’t lie in bed all day,” she said.
“Sure we can.” Ronda closed a long arm around her and pulled her closer.
“No, we can’t. We’ve got coffee to drink and gossip to talk about.”
“Gossip?” Ronda propped herself up on one elbow. “Now I’m intrigued.”
“So, get up.”
Gayla got up and put her robe back on. She handed one to Ronda. They took their coffee into the kitchen for warm-ups then sat at the kitchen table.
“So, spill,” Ronda said.
“Well, do you remember at last week’s fundraiser I walked out onto the patio just as Carleen Brynes was getting ready to kiss you?”
“I don’t think we established that’s what was happening, but I do remember.”
“Well, apparently, you’re not the only celebrity in town she’s hit on.”
“That doesn’t matter to me, Gayla. You’ve got to know that.”
“No, I know. But I did find it interesting that she was at last night’s event with her partner of twenty-five years.”
“No way!” Ronda wasn’t sure what to feel. She felt like she’d been totally used by Carleen, but that normally wouldn’t bother her. The fact that Carleen had a partner made it feel dirty. She decided to cross her off her bedmate list.
“Oh, my God,” Gayla said.
“What?”
“You’ve slept with her.”
“What? No.”
“Don’t you lie to me, Ronda Meyers. I can read you like a book. I can totally see it on your face. You’ve fucked her.”
Ronda looked down into her coffee.
“Yeah, I did. But to be fair, I didn’t know about her partner.”
“She’s way older than you, too.”
“Hey, let’s not get into age differences, sunshine.”
“I’m not that much older than you,” Gayla said.
“True. Anyway, don’t worry. I won’t be going to bed with her again.”
“Good.” Gayla shuddered. “That’s just gross.”
“Do you have any other gossip?” Ronda asked. She thought about seeing Canfield with Mallory the previous night.
“Nope. That was all the talk was. What a whore Carleen is. I’m telling you, at least half the conversations going on last night were about that.”
“I wonder why she brought her partner last night.”
“Apparently, she’s a huge Stars fan. You, in particular.”
“Oh, that makes me feel better.” Ronda couldn’t help the sarcasm.
“Now see,” Gayla said, “if you would just settle down, you wouldn’t need to worry about this kind of thing.”
“No, instead I’d be wondering if I was ever getting sex again.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gayla said.
“You know how relationships are. It’s all groovy in the beginning but then slowly she gets tired of sex and now you’re trapped and you’re not allowed to go get any stray stuff so you’re stuck.”
“Well, obviously you’d settle down with someone who has the same sexual appetite you do.”
“You make it all sound so simple. But it’s not.”
“I think it is. I think you’re afraid.”
“I am afraid. I told you that last night. I’m afraid of getting hurt or of hurting someone else. I couldn’t handle it. For now, I’ve got my careers to focus on.”
“And you have me.”
“What?”
“You have me. I take care of you. I sleep with you. I do everything a wife would do.”
“Look, Gayla, we’ve talked about this.”
“I’m just saying. I make it easy for you to stay free and single.”
Ronda thought hard about what Gayla said. She had a point. But what was she really trying to say? Did she want to be Ronda’s wife?
“What?” Gayla said. “You can’t deny that I do that. You can go do whatever you want because you know I’m going to make sure you’re where you need to be when you need to be there.”
“A wife does so much more than that.”
“True. I’m not saying I’m your wife. I’m saying I make it easy for you to remain single.”
“You may be right.”
“I am right.”
“I’m tired of this conversation. Let’s go for a swim.”
The pool felt good. It was nice to be out of the humidity and swimming around. Ronda relaxed with her back against the wall and watched Gayla swim laps. She was trim and lovely to watch cut through the water. She pulled up at the shallow end and sat on the steps.
“Are you going to swim?” she said.
“Maybe. Or maybe I’ll relax here all day.”
“You look good there.” She swam over and placed one hand on either side of Ronda’s head. She kissed her lightly on her lips, then her cheek, then her earlobe. “And you taste like chlorine.”
“Sorry about that.” Ronda laughed.
“No. I don’t mind.”
“Good. Then kiss away.”
Gayla kissed back to Ronda’s lips and sucked them.
“I love your lips,” she said.
“I love what you do to them,” Ronda said.
“I love what
you do with them.” Gayla smiled.
“Why don’t you climb out of the pool and we’ll see what I can do with them?”
Gayla climbed out and sat on the edge of the pool. Ronda spread her legs and held on to her thighs.
“You’re beautiful. Do you know that?”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“God, do I ever.”
Ronda slowly dragged her tongue over Gayla. She dipped it inside and swirled it along her walls. She moved it back to her clit and brought her to an orgasm that caused her body to tremble.
“Why, thank you,” Gayla said. “I needed that.”
“You’re welcome. Now, I’m hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.”
“Baby, the only clothes I have here are the clothes I wore over last night. I’ll need to take a shower and get a change of clothes.”
“Fine. We’ll take a shower, and then I’ll take you to get a change of clothes.”
They got in the shower, and this time it was Gayla who took charge. She pressed Ronda against the wall and kissed her while her fingers found her hard clit. She stroked it until Ronda had to hold on to Gayla to keep her balance as she came.
They finished their showers and dried off.
“Do you just want to wear one of my robes or do you want to get all dolled up again just to go home and change?” Ronda said.
“I’ll put on my clothes. I’d look ridiculous walking in wearing one of your robes.”
“Okay. Suit yourself.”
They got in Ronda’s truck and she drove Gayla home to change. It was eleven o’clock when they finally arrived at the restaurant. While waiting to be seated, several people came up to ask Ronda for her autograph. She happily obliged.
They were finally seated and Gayla’s face went pale.
“What?” Ronda said.
“Don’t look now, but Carleen Brynes is here with Canfield.”
“Oh, my God. That’s hilarious.”
“That woman gets around,” Gayla said. “I sure hope you didn’t catch anything from her. If you give me anything, so help me God.”
“Don’t worry.” Although Ronda did worry. She could easily have caught something from Carleen.
“You know, we haven’t talked about this in a long time, but you really need to use protection as much as you sleep around.”
Ronda took a deep breath and blew it out her mouth.
“Look, Gayla, I really don’t sleep around as much as you think I do.”
“I beg to differ.”
“I don’t. I don’t have time. You know that.”
“It’s true I keep you busy, but I give you a few minutes unattended and you’re sleeping with a slut like Carleen.”
“True. I’m guilty of that indiscretion, but for the most part, I’m keeping it in my pants.”
“For the most part huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not asking. I don’t want details. I’m just asking you to please be careful.”
“Yes, ma’am. Now relax and enjoy brunch.”
Chapter Eight
They were just finishing up their brunch when Canfield and Carleen walked up.
“Hey, you two,” Canfield said. “I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you put in for last night’s event, Gayla. It turned out really well.”
“Thank you. I was happy with the turnout.”
“Well, we’d better get going. Just wanted to thank you.”
As they walked off, Carleen dragged her arm across Ronda’s shoulders.
“Ew,” Gayla whispered. “Just ew.”
“Yeah. That was pretty gross.”
“Okay, we’re running an errand before we go home.”
“And by home, where do you mean?”
“I thought we’d go back to your place and hang out for the day. Is that okay?”
“Sure. No problem.”
Ronda was actually excited about spending more time with Gayla. She was so easy to be with. And she had no expectations, which was nice.
They left the restaurant and Gayla pulled up an address on her phone.
“It’s on Richmond. Get on the freeway here,” Gayla said.
“Do you mind telling me where we’re going?”
“Yes, I do mind. If I told you, you wouldn’t go. This way, at least we’ll get there. Then I just need to convince you to go inside.”
They followed Gayla’s directions and Ronda pulled into the parking lot of Madame Eve’s.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Ronda said. “A sex shop?”
“You’re buying some dental dams. And you’re going to use them.”
“Oh, shit. I don’t know, Gayla…”
“I do know. I’m tired of taking chances.”
Ronda wanted to tell her that she was one of a handful of women she slept with, but kind of liked the reputation she had of being a player.
Gayla climbed out of the truck and stood there waiting for Ronda. Ronda finally climbed out and walked over next to Gayla.
“If anybody recognizes me here, you’re dead meat,” Ronda said.
“Who’s going to recognize you? Look around, Ronda. The parking lot is empty.”
“Okay. Fine. Let’s go get some dental dams.”
Ronda stepped inside and felt like she was in a sex toy supermarket. There were rows and rows of toys of any variety she could imagine.
They walked up to the help desk.
“Do you have dental dams?” Gayla asked.
“Dude! You’re that football player, aren’t you?” The young woman behind the counter was wide-eyed as she looked at Ronda.
“Yes.” Ronda smiled. “Yes, I am.”
“Wow. And you’re here. In this store on my shift. Holy shit. I’m a huge fan.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, about those dental dams?” Gayla said.
“Oh, yeah, safe sex,” the girl behind the counter said.
She pointed them in the direction of the dams and Gayla and Ronda set off. Ronda stopped every few feet and asked Gayla if she thought this toy looked fun or if she’d like to try that toy. There were so many and Ronda wanted to buy one of everything.
“Would you please focus?” Gayla said.
“I can’t.”
“Choose a flavor. What’s your favorite?”
“I don’t know. I guess I should choose cherry, right? Doesn’t that make sense?”
“You’re horrible, but okay. We’ll get you cherry. Now let’s get out of here.”
“Wait. I want some new toys.”
“Oh, come on, Ronda. Order them online, like any other respectable human.”
“No can do. These look fun.”
She grabbed three toys and the dams and paid with cash.
They left the store just as a few more cars pulled into the parking lot.
“I’m sure she called some friends to come see you were in her store.”
“You think?”
“I do.”
“Oh, well, their loss. We got out of there before they got there.”
“So, what on earth did you buy?”
Gayla went through the bag.
“Just some things,” Ronda said.
“What is this?” Gayla pulled out a black, almost U-shaped toy.
“It’s a strapless strap-on. Check it out. This part goes inside me and that part goes inside my partner. And it vibrates. How fun is that?”
“Maybe we should have bought condoms, too.”
“What? Now you’re talking nonsense. I’ll wash it after every use. It’s waterproof.”
“Okay. If you say so.”
“Well, you know I’ve never used it before, so it’s clean right, now?”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, I was thinking we could take it for a test run when we got home.”
“Oh, you were, were you?”
“Sure, why not?” Ronda said.
“You think I’m that easy?”
“I think you like sex as much as
I do, and we always enjoy it together, so why not enjoy it together with a new toy?”
“Fine. But I want to drive.”
“No, you don’t,” Ronda said.
Gayla laughed.
“You’re right. I don’t want to drive. At least not the first few times.”
“Good. Glad we got that settled.”
They arrived back at the house and Ronda held the door open for Gayla. As soon as she closed it, she pressed Gayla into it and kissed her hard on her mouth, begging for entry with her tongue.
Gayla opened her mouth and welcomed Ronda. She wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her closer. Ronda grabbed her ass and pulled their pelvises together. She ground into Gayla. She loved the familiar feel of their bodies together.
Ronda broke the kiss and leaned her forehead on Gayla’s. She was breathing heavily, and every inch of her was bursting with need.
“I’ve got to have you, baby,” she said.
“Then take me.”
Ronda took the bag of toys from Gayla and they walked into the bedroom. Ronda kissed Gayla again as she stripped her, then herself. Gayla lay on the bed while Ronda stood there, attempting to open the package the toy was in. She was fighting with it and was not amused. The fact that she was shaking with desire didn’t help to get the package open.
Gayla lay back on the bed, teasing herself while she watched Ronda.
“Problem, stud?” she said.
“You’re not helping.”
“But it feels oh so good.”
“Shit! Why won’t this damned package open?”
She bit the corner and finally got it to tear slightly. She ripped it further and tore the toy out.
“Oh, my God. I didn’t think that was ever coming out,” Ronda said.
“Hurry up, baby. I don’t think I can wait long.”
“Okay. Let’s see how this works. I’ll slide it in me first.”
“Turn it on first,” Gayla said.
“Oh, yeah. Right. Turn it on. Oh, my God, this thing’s got some force. Now I’ll slide it in me.”
She slid her end in and grabbed hold of it. She positioned herself above Gayla and together they got the other end inside her.
“Oh, yeah,” Gayla said. “Oh, that’s nice.”
Ronda switched it so the toy pulsated.
“What do you think of that?”
“Holy fuck. That’s amazing.”
Ronda lay on top of Gayla and kissed her hard on her mouth while she relished their bodies touching while the toy fucked them both.