Laura smiled at the thought. “I’m not sure I would have wanted to pry it back off,” she said.
“Yeah,” Celia said wistfully. “I really get the feeling that Suzie knows what to do when she acquires her target. Thank you for being my chaperone on the trip. I escaped with my purity reasonably intact.”
“No need to thank me,” Laura said. “I had a lot of fun.” She looked at her friend meaningfully. “Do you really think you might have ... you know ... done something with her if I hadn’t been there?”
Celia gave a crooked smile. “I like to think I wouldn’t have,” she said. “I made a decision back when she was our tour pilot that I wasn’t going to travel down that road and I haven’t changed my mind about that, but...” She trailed off.
“But what?” Laura asked.
A sigh. “Sometimes need and temptation and ... well ... opportunity conspire to drag someone down that road despite her vows to the contrary.”
“Yeah?” Laura asked casually, as if she had no idea what Celia was talking about.
“Yeah,” Celia said, nodding. “Especially when there is alcohol involved. You see, I really have a strong curiosity about the whole girl-girl thing—thank you very much Laura Kingsley for putting the idea in my head one day.”
“Sorry,” Laura said.
“You should be,” Celia chuckled, then turned serious again. “Anyway, I’ve got the curiosity and I’ve got the attraction to Suzie and it’s quite clear that Suzie would be thrilled to lead me down that road for a little exploration of the territory. I was afraid that if you weren’t there with us, there might be a night when she and I had a few too many drinks, and then maybe she gets a little aggressive with me—not like assaulting me or anything, because I don’t think Suzie would do anything like that—but, you know ... just try really hard to tempt me. And ... maybe ... if I was tempted enough...”
“You might just go along with it,” Laura said. It was not a question.
“You understand,” Celia said.
“Yes,” Laura told her, feeling the familiar mix of guilt and sexual excitement surging through her as she thought of Neesh closing herself into the spare bedroom with her. “I get how things can get out of control like that.”
“Do you?”
“I do,” she said, elaborating no further on that.
Celia did not ask her to. She had some feelings of guilt and sexual excitement of her own to contend with. “Anyway ... since you were there, we all had a good time and the flirtation stayed in the realm of verbal, where it belongs.”
“But you still want to try it with another woman?” Laura asked.
Celia nodded. “It’s on my list of things to do before I die,” she said. “Right up there with running with the bulls and scuba diving at the Great Barrier Reef.”
“Have you thought about talking to Greg about this?” Laura asked. “Maybe he might be up for ... you know ... letting it happen. I hear that guys are really into that sort of thing.”
“Yeah,” Celia said with a chuckle. “I’ve heard that as well. But I wouldn’t even know how to begin a conversation like that with Greg. And even if I did, I doubt he would tell me to go forth and get it on. If he agreed to it, he would want to be involved. He would want to watch at the very least, be a participant ideally. And he would want to pick the girl and it sure as hell wouldn’t be Suzie.”
“Would that be so bad?” Laura asked her.
“What?”
“You’d get to try it,” Laura said. “I’m sure he’d pick a cute girl for you.”
She was shaking her head. “No way in hell am I going to have Greg watching me get it on with a woman,” she told her. “And as for him getting to slip his chorizo into her too... joder esa mierda. That is not going to happen.”
“I guess that leaves you with a roadblock, doesn’t it?”
Another sigh. “I guess it does.” She looked over at the redhead. “What about you? Would you let Jake watch you and another girl go at it?”
“I don’t know,” Laura said honestly. “It would be weird ... very awkward, but ... well ... I suppose if it was the right girl...”
“What exactly is the right girl?” Celia wanted to know.
“It would have to be someone that neither one of us really knows that well ... someone we have no attachment to.”
“A one-night stand?”
“I suppose,” she said. “Someone like the groupies that I used to hook up with out on tour. Someone we wouldn’t see again once it was over and done. If we found someone like that and the circumstances were right ... well ... maybe something could happen.”
“Would you let Jake do her too?”
“I don’t know about that,” Laura said. “I think I probably wouldn’t want him to do anything with the other woman. But having him watch...” She smiled sexily. “I think that would kind of turn me on.”
“Wow,” Celia whispered. “You’re a naughty little girl, Laura Kingsley.”
“I guess my mother was right,” she said. “Jake has corrupted me.” Besides, she thought, that way I get to have some girl-time without sneaking around—and Jake gets to have a little fun too.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure the Mormon church would disapprove of this conversation—the Catholic church as well.”
“Undoubtedly,” Laura agreed. “One thing I do know though, this weekend has made me incredibly ... you know...”
“Horny?” Celia suggested.
“Yes, horny,” Laura said, saying it as if it were a naughty word. “I hope that Jake is home when I get there. I am going to absolutely ravish him.”
“Hmmph,” Celia grunted. “At least you have Jake to ravish. Greg is in Chicago for the foreseeable future. All I have to relieve my stress is my BOB.”
“Bob?” Laura asked. “Who is that?”
“What is that,” Celia corrected. “BOB is my battery-operated boyfriend. And he’s going to get a workout today.”
“You mean a vibrator?” Laura asked, her eyes wide.
“Of course,” Celia said. “Don’t you have one?”
Laura shook her head. “I’ve never even seen one before,” she said. “I thought they were just ... you know ... novelty things. You actually use one?”
“Regularly,” Celia said. “Especially when Greg is away. I can’t believe you’ve never tried one.”
“I just use my fingers when I have to ... uh ... take care of myself.”
“That’s good in a pinch,” Celia said, “but the vibrator brings it up to the next level. You really need to get yourself one, Teach.”
Laura felt herself blushing now. “I could never go into one of those shops and buy something like that,” she said. “I would die of embarrassment.”
“I didn’t go into a shop to buy any of mine,” Celia said. “You just have—”
“Any of yours?” Laura interrupted, scandalized. “You have more than one?”
“I have three of them,” she said. “Two are dildoes and one is a butterfly.”
“A butterfly?”
“Yeah,” Celia said with a smile. “You put it on your clit and it stimulates it. That’s the one I use the most.”
“Wow,” Laura whispered, feeling her blush increasing exponentially as she thought about this.
“Anyway,” Celia said. “You can order them by mail from this company in Ohio. They deliver it by UPS in a plain brown package. Very discrete. No pictures of you going into a sex shop in the American Watcher. I can give you their catalog if you want. I’m sure I have one in the bedroom.”
“I don’t know,” Laura said. “What would Jake think if he found out I bought one of those?”
Celia shook her head and laughed. “You’re okay with Jake watching a woman eat your pussy out but you think he’d be upset if he knew you had a vibrator?”
“Uh ... well ... I don’t know,” she said.
“Trust me on this, he won’t be upset if you buy some toys. He’ll probably want to play with them too.”