“That’s her,” Laura said. “She came over for New Year’s Eve dinner.” She smiled. “And then we had dessert.”
“So ... Molly is bisexual?”
“Uh ... well ... a straight-up lesbian, actually,” Laura said.
Celia nodded. “I thought there was some kind of weird vibe between you and her on Christmas. So ... you and she ... you know?”
Laura nodded. “That’s why I’m so sore,” she said. “My hoo-hoo feels like it’s on fire. And my nipples ... holy God, they hurt every time I walk or move my shoulders. She must’ve sucked on them for an hour, even bit them a few times.”
“Wow,” Celia said again, feeling herself getting a little wet now. “And where was Jake while this was going on?”
“Well ... Molly was okay with letting Jake ... you know ... watch us.”
Celia’s eyes got wider. Her wetness got wetter. She suspected her nipples were now standing up. “Jake watched you?”
Laura nodded again. “Just the first part,” she said. “He even participated a little.”
“Participated?” This was just getting kinkier and kinkier by the second.
“I gave him ... you know ... a blowjob while Molly was ... uh ... down below doing her thing. And then, when it was my turn to do that to Molly ... he talked me through it.”
“Talked you through it?”
“I’d never done it before,” Laura said. “And Jake does it all the time. He’s very good at it.”
Yes, he certainly is, Celia thought, remembering that night in Portland. “And Molly was ... uh ... okay with that too?”
“She seemed a little taken aback by it at first, but she got into it pretty quick.” She smiled proudly. “I made her come, Celia. It was so ... so... erotic.”
“You liked uh ... doing that to her? Eating her out?”
“Yeah,” she said dreamily. “She was clean, and smooth-shaven, and dripping wet ... and she smelled really good, like me, kind of, but different. It was really hot to do that. After the first time, Jake let us be alone.”
“Really?” Celia asked. This was kind of surprising to her.
“He did,” she said. “He was a real gentleman about the whole thing.”
I didn’t know that was in the gentleman code, Celia thought, but she saw Laura’s point ... kind of.
“Anyway,” Laura continued, “once Jake left the room, we spent another ... God ... two hours or so in there, just doing everything that two women could do to each other.”
Celia was getting even wetter as she imagined all the things two women could do to each other. And Molly was an attractive woman. “Strap-on dildoes?” she whispered, letting one of her deep, dark fantasies slip out of her mouth.
“Uh ... no, not that,” Laura said. “We didn’t have one. But she did teach me how to ... you know...”
“No,” Celia said. “I don’t know.”
Laura blushed a little more. “How to ... uh ... trib.”
“Trib?” Celia asked. She had never heard the term before, could not even begin to imagine what it meant, but was quite intrigued. “What’s that?”
Another quick glance around for eavesdroppers. Another lowering of the voice. “It’s when a woman gets on top of another woman while they’re naked, like in the missionary position, you know, face to face, boobs to boobs, and then they ... well ... we rubbed our pussies together.”
“Wow,” Celia whispered, envisioning this. “And ... this felt good?”
“Not as good as when Jake is ... you know ... fucking me, but yeah ... it felt really good, having a soft body on top of me. She ground herself into me just like she was a man but spent a lot more time kissing me than a man. I think her tongue was in my mouth for like ten or fifteen minutes straight. It was nice. Different. Made me come something fierce.”
“Madres de Dios,” Celia said.
“Anyway,” Laura said, “it turns out that Molly really likes to suck on my nipples. That’s why they’re so sore. And my hoo-hoo got a pretty good workout too, what with all the eating and licking and tribbing. And then there was Jake after Molly finally left around one in the morning.”
“Jake?”
“Well ... yeah,” Laura said. “He was pretty geared up after Molly left. He came in and spent another hour fucking and licking me before we finally went to sleep.” She took another look around and then leaned a little closer. “A funny thing. He wouldn’t let me take a shower or even brush my teeth before he did it to me. He said he wanted to smell and taste what I’d been doing. Do you think that’s a little ... uh ... depraved?”
“No,” Celia said, speaking without thinking.
“No?”
“I think it’s really hot,” Celia said.
“Really?” Laura asked, surprised.
“Really,” Celia said, knowing that she was going to have to break out her dildo as soon as she got to her hotel room.
Laura smiled. “Good, because I thought it was pretty hot too. I just wanted to know whether or not I was depraved.”
“Maybe a little depraved,” Celia told her. “But it’s a good kind of depravity.”
Laura thought that over for a moment and then nodded. “I guess I can live with that.”
“What happens now?” Celia asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well ... when you get home from the tour, are you going to see Molly again ... you know ... that way? Is Jake going to be there if you do? Will this be an ongoing thing?”
Laura shrugged. “We didn’t really talk about that,” she said. “Not me and Molly or me and Jake. Molly knows I’m going to be out on tour for at least the next three months, but what happens when I come home just never came up.”
“I see,” Celia said, knowing that if what had happened to Laura had happened to her, she would be endlessly worrying about what came next.
“I guess we just see what happens when I get home,” Laura said. “Maybe it will happen again, maybe it won’t.”
“What about while you’re out on the road?” Celia asked next.
“What about it?”
“Well ... are you going to be doing the sort of thing you did in South America? You know ... when the tension gets a little high?”
Laura smiled. “I have Jake’s permission to relieve my tension in that manner,” she said.
“So ... you’re going to do it then?” Celia asked, fascinated by this whole conversation.
“Yeah,” Laura said. “I’m going to do it. Not every night, but when I start to feel the need.”
“I see,” Celia said again. “Well ... good for you.”
“Hopefully, it is,” Laura agreed.
At 7:25 PM that evening, Celia and her band were backstage at Miami Arena, all dressed in their stage clothes and watching the countdown clock above the stage left door tick down the last five minutes before showtime. As planned, there had been no opening band. Celia’s performance would be two hours and thirty minutes in length, with one twenty-minute intermission at the one hour and ten-minute mark. Outside, on the arena floor and in the stands, seventeen thousand, five hundred and eighteen fans waited with varying degrees of patience or impatience, their babble of overlapping conversations clearly audible to the band. The tickets for this show (as well as every show in the first leg) had sold out within two hours of being offered for sale two months before. Not a single fan out there had paid less than seventy-five dollars for a ticket. Most had paid considerably more.
Celia’s outfit was a simple one. She wore a pair of black slacks that were form fitting to her legs and bottom, a silky maroon spaghetti-strap top, sleeveless, that displayed only modest cleavage but did form to her breasts quite alluringly. On her feet were a pair of black Nike cross-trainers which, while not the ‘sexy shoes’ that many female performers favored, were very practical for a two hour and thirty-minute concert. Her long dark hair was flowing down her back, neatly and professionally styled by Gloria Rodgers, one of three hairdresser/cosmetologists employed by the tour, and held in place by a significant application of super-hold hairspray. She had no makeup on her face, as she was pretty enough to go without it and the hot lights and aerobic exercise would have caused it to run by the fourth or fifth song anyway. Her fingernails were cut short so as not to interfere with her guitar playing, and were painted a shade of maroon that exactly matched her top. She was feeling the familiar sensation of stage fright common to all performers, especially on an opening night of a new production. At the same time, she could not wait for the timer to count the rest of the way down so she could step out on that stage and start performing.