Most people believe that they lead a happy and successful life if they live in exquisite homes, make a large sum of money, and own expensive cars. As for me, I never felt that way. I made my living as a psychotherapist, had a beautiful house, and owned a white Buick Regal. Not all the luxuries without a partner can ever please a woman like me. Thanks to Ronica, I was not alone. For people, she was my little sister. For me, she was my mate. Yes, we loved each other! The love bonded us as an inseparable couple. We were African American girls. Our oval faces, proportioned eyes, Nubian noses, full lips, and black hair were the features of our beauty. Nonetheless, Ronica looked a bit shorter and more feminine. Her hourglass figure was well-endowed; 38E bras and size 12 briefs were the snug undies for her. Unlike me, her hair was long and copious that she used to comb in graceful curls. We made love and shared hot, intimate moments in routine. Every Saturday night brought us freedom and relaxation to make out for hours. Nothing out of ordinary happened and all went well. That night, I unzipped and removed her see-through mini dress. Without taking my tee and trousers off, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her for a lip-lock. She snaked her arms around my neck and moaned as I sucked her lips. We closed our eyes, getting engrossed in the mutually felt warmth. My hands roamed over her back and down to her badonkadonk. It was supple like her tits. I loved to squeeze it and tickle her ass crack. After a while, we broke the lip-lock. She grinned and said, “You are a big tease!” I laughed, kissed her cheeks, and said, “That’s because you love to be teased.” “And how long will you tease me?” “You know the answer, babe. I can touch and lick your booty for ages.” “Um-don’t you think we should try something different tonight?” “No. I liked the way we made love a couple of nights ago.” “Ok. Let’s do it again,” she said shrugging her shoulders, and turned around. I reached up and groped with her bra bands. “Ah! Be gentle sis. You are pulling my bra,” she said. “Well, I have to. The bra is too tight for your tits.” “Yeah I know, but a soft touch is always welcome.” “Correct,” I said, unhooking her bra. It went off in two shakes. Then I moved my hands around and clawed at her tits. “Ouch! That hurts,” Ronica complained. “Can’t you be easy with me?” “Sorry,” I apologized and began to cup her tits playfully. She sighed as my palms rubbed on her nipples. I pecked on the right side of her neck, sucked her earlobe and murmured, “Does that feel better?” “Mmm…” she moaned, closed her eyes, and turned her head. My lips brushed lightly on her shoulder, and I moved my head until our lips met in a soft kiss. We went on with kissing each other and I pulled her tits all along. After releasing her lips, I licked my way down to her badonkadonk. My knees hit the tiled floor as I nuzzled into her ass crack. I fondled her along the wide curve of hips and began to untie her G-string. Consequently, the undergarment fell at her feet. Ronica opened her legs, stretched her arms, bent forward, and propped against the wall she was facing. Her booty hit my face and I laughed. With a measured movement of my hands, I squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed them apart. Then I slipped my tongue out to lick along their insides, and so located her asshole. Ronica gasped. The rim-job was shaking her for sure. She chanted, “Aah… mmm… yess… yess… like that… mmm… lick my ass… mmm…” Keeping her ass cheeks open, I poked her chocolate starfish with my tongue. It was as tasty as her cunt. Her body convulsed, and I went on with licking her hole in preoccupation. Ronica gyrated her hips for the sensation, and the effect pushed my head off her booty. She yelped as I spanked her sharply. “Next time, be careful,” I told her. “Nah,” she replied. “That’s the part of our games.” “Mmm… Don’t tell me your pussy needs my attention!” She turned around and winked at me. I smiled at her, got on my feet, and made a gesture to our right. She nodded, walked over to the pillowed bed, and reclined there seductively. Ronica stared at me as I took my tee, trousers, and undies off. For a brief moment, I ogled at her curvy figure and licked my lips. Her huge tits rose and fell in the rhythm of breathing. There was no carpet between her thighs and her pussy lips looked swollen. Before joining her abed, I fished a toy out of the mahogany nightstand. It was a 10” strap-on with the curved and polished shaft. I strapped the harness to my groins and hips. Ronica took me in her arms as I hovered above her. Our mouths met in a long French kiss and we patted each other lovingly. After breaking the lip-lock, I kissed Ronica’s chin and licked her down to the cleavage. She sighed as I touched her boobs, squeezing them and tweaking her dark brown nipples. They got hard and erect, marking her arousal. I kissed her juicy tits in circles. She raised her arms up around the pillow as my lips closed on her left nipple. I opened my mouth and took as much of her tit as I could. The resilience of her flesh intrigued me to increase the suction. I moved my head in an effort to pull it. Consequently, it slipped out of my mouth. Without further ado, I clamped my lips on her right nipple and opened them to take a mouthful of her melon. I held the supple flesh, sucking it hard until it was released like its counterpart. I hanged around her twin globes and sucked them, releasing each nipple with a clamorous smack. Then I slid backward, showering her stomach with a trail of kiss. My lips brushed lightly on her mons as I fondled her thighs and pushed them open. Ronica hissed as I ran my tongue on her snatch. The odorous wafts of her essence assured me that her vitals were brimming with desire. Hence I stretched her cunt open, licked the pink flesh, tasted the moisture that seeped out, and stopped at her pussyhole. “Ah-Aah… mmm… mmm…” she moaned as I pushed my tongue into her cunt. Like a pink little cock, it went down the lubed passage and touched with her front wall. Ronica’s cunt was delicious and I wanted to taste it with passion. Hence I moved my head back and forth, and used my tongue to fuck her. She laughed and her breathing grew rapid as I ravished her hole avidly. After a while, I took my tongue out and worked it up her slit. My lips closed on her engorged clit and I began to suck it. “Aah… aah… mmm… mmm… mmm… ooh… aah… yess… aah…” Ronica chanted as I went on with releasing and capturing her clit. It throbbed into my lips and I increased the suction. With her arms still around the pillow, she wrenched the bedsheet and strained her torso. I continued sucking her clit until my chin got soaked into her juice. Hence I moved down and glued my mouth to her quivering cunt. She reached down, grabbed my head, and humped her hips against my face. I sucked her cum to the last drop, licked her snatch clean, and took her clit again. Ronica squealed in delight. Her stomach muscles began to contract and she got lubed in no time. I released her clit and rose on my knees. We smiled at each other. Then I held her thighs apart and bent down. Consequently, the glans of my shaft touched with her pussyhole. I was about to enter her cunt but my cell phone rang up. We gave a start and our eyes fell on the nightstand. I frowned and swore, “Who the fuck is disturbing us?” Ronica looked at me, “I guess somebody is calling you for an appointment,” she said. “Oh never mind,” I rejoined. “Just switch it off! I won’t let anybody spoil our night.” Ronica reached up but the call was dropped as soon as she touched the cell phone. “Well, I couldn’t switch it off,” she said, grinning broadly. “Yes, the caller saved you the trouble,” I said, and moved my hips to push the shaft into her cunt. The cell phone rang up again. “Oh shit,” I said with a grimace. “I’ll switch it off,” said Ronica and raised her hand to the nightstand. “No,” I snapped. “I’ll do it myself.” She picked the cell phone and handed it over to me. I stared at the screen and gasped. “Hey,” said Ronica, “what’s up?” “It’s Ray.” Ray was actually Raymond Peter Evans, a handsome white man in his late twenties. He was our friend. “Ray! But, why is he calling you at this hour?” I shrugged my shoulders and answered his call, “Hello.” “Hey baby,” he said. “What took you so long? You don’t sleep before midnight, do you?” “Oh my, just take a break and let me apologize for this,” I said. “Fine! Are you out of home?” “Now that’s a silly question. You know I don’t go anywhere after ten o’clock.” “Thanks for reminding me. So you weren’t sleeping, I presume.” “Yes. I was going through some-clinical problem I need to study.” “Ok. Is V sleeping?” I looked at Ronica and replied, “No. She’s right here, helping me with the study.” “That’s strange! You two never got together for study. If there is anything out of ordinary, I’d like to join and see how things stand at your home.” I laughed, “Now, now, don’t join us tonight, and be a good boy,” I said. For a reply, he chuckled. I asked him, “Why have you called me now? Is everything ok?” “Well, it is and it’s not.” “Tut! You are driving me nuts.” “Yeah I know. You want me to speak plain.” “Exactly!” He sighed and said, “I want to talk to you about Bianca.” Bianca Floris, the beautiful Romanian redhead in her early twenties, used to attend the College of Nursing with Ronica. Ray met her at a bar and they fell in love with each other. About three months ago, they got married at Amoré Wedding Chapel. I asked, “Bianca! What do you want to talk about her?” “Um-I think we should discuss everything at your home. Will you be free tomorrow?” I pursed my lips and said, “Yes. Come here anytime after twelve o’clock.” “All right,” said Ray. “See ya then and-good luck with your study.” He laughed and ended his call. “What was he saying about Bianca? You’ve told him to come here,” Ronica said as I gave her my cell phone. “Yes,” I answered. “Ray will meet us tomorrow. He wants to discuss something about his wife.” She put the cell phone back on the nightstand and asked, “Is it something serious?” “I think, it is,” I said and repositioned my shaft at her pussyhole. Ronica hissed as I pushed the dildo into her cunt. *********************************** Raymond’s story: A strange problem. “Hum-I love Eleganta. It’s delicious,” I remarked. It was 1 p.m. All three of us were seated in the well-lit living room. J and V occupied the pink sofa, looking at me across the mahogany coffee table. Its glass top reflected their faces, the wall-mounted painting of Sappho, and a part of the floriated drapery that dimmed the sunlight. The ceramic flower vases around, the fancy wall lights, and the beige floral wallpaper always suggested that these girls took pains to beautify their house. “Yes. Like you, we love the taste of red raspberries,” J said, sipping her drink. “Bianca loves it too. We drink Eleganta almost every day.” “That’s great-and speaking of Bianca, you wanted to talk about her. Am I right?” “Yeah,” I said and turning my eyes to V, I asked her, “Do you always help your sis for dealing some problems from her Center?” “Who-me? Oh yes! I love to help Jess,” she said. “And I never keep anything from Ronica,” J added. “I think V always returns you this favor, doesn’t she?” A deep furrow appeared on J’s forehead, and she looked at her sister. I noticed that V emptied her glass in a draught and smacked her lips. “Yes, she does,” J said as she turned her eyes to me, “Why do you ask that?” I sipped the liquor, put my glass on the coffee table, and said, “To answer your question, I must tell you the whole story.” “Ok, I’m ready.” “About four months ago,” I went on, “Bianca and I met at Philip and Marlene’s bar.” “Yeah, I know. You fell in love with her, asked Ronica her name and cell number, then talked with Bianca on phone, and so confessed your feelings to her.” “Well remembered, babe! You can write a book about me and my wife.” J laughed. “I will if I have free time,” she said, putting her glass down. “Well, do it for sure and I’m gonna tell you something that you never knew before,” I said, casting a glance at V. “All right, shoot!” “We used to hit the beach on Sundays, enjoying the fresh salty air. I never found Bianca acting strange. One day, however, we were taking a stroll along the coast. It pleased us to watch people making out, and we passed funny comments on them.” V giggled. I grinned at her and resumed, “As we came across a couple of lesbians, who kissed and touched each other, Bianca stopped in her tracks and fixed her eyes on them.” V raised her eyebrows. “I don’t see anything strange here,” J said. “If I were Bianca, I would act the same way.” “Yeah, it isn’t strange until you are moved by the scene and touch yourself between thighs.” “What,” J exclaimed. “Bianca touched herself between thighs!” “Yes. She touched herself-in the bedroom.” “In the bedroom-ah, I see. When did you see her doing that?” “Yesterday,” I answered, “when I got home.” “Ok. Did you see any signs of her arousal at the beach?” “Like what?” “The perspiration, rapid breathing, and the flush on her face or neck.” “Erm-I think I didn’t catch those signs. The scene preoccupied her for sure. As I tapped her on the shoulder, she gave a start but composed herself in a tick.” “Yes. That scene had an effect on Bianca. Tell me how you found her masturbating in the bedroom.” “Now you are talking, but I need to tell you a bit more before giving a plain answer.” “Ok.” “The wedding night brought us the biggest elation and something out of ordinary. We were happy for each other. Neither Bianca nor I felt exhausted for the night. We made love with perfection. She showed obvious signs of her arousal as I kissed her lips and body, sucked her tits, licked her asshole, and ate her cunt.” “Mmm… yummy,” V said. “So you pleased her for sure,” J said. “Yes-or I thought I did.” “What do you mean?” “No matter how much I tried to arouse her, she didn’t cum for me,” I answered. V gasped. “But that’s impossible! I know she can cum,” she said. We stared at her. “Um-I mean, she can cum if you go for her clit,” she said. “I did that already, but my efforts just went in vain,” I said. J frowned. “Are you sure,” she asked, “you sucked the clit without hurting her?” “Yes. Why do you think I would hurt her?” “Most women don’t cum while having sex for the first time because they are afraid of being hurt by their partners.” “No. Bianca wasn’t afraid a bit. Instead, she seduced me to join her abed.” “Hum-she seduced you by giving herself in to your desire.” “Yes. She said I could take her because she was mine.” “Impressive!” “And that’s what I call a perfect romantic boon,” V remarked. “Did she move her body,” J asked, “when you went down on her?” “Yes. She grabbed my head and humped her hips against my face as I sucked her clit.” “I understand. What happened next?” “I ate her out for about-fifteen minutes until I realized that she was neither moving her body nor uttering a sound.” “Perhaps she was too overwhelmed to do that,” V said. “No! She fell asleep,” I said. “Aw,” she exclaimed. “But how come she fell asleep while having sex?” “I think she reached her plateau and went down to resolution, without having an orgasm,” J said. “Baby, I don’t understand the meaning of plateau and resolution here,” I said. J smiled. “There are four stages of a woman’s response during sex,” she said. “First, there is the arousal. Her pussy lips may swell and go red. Then they open up, revealing the engorged clit. The flush may also appear on her face, neck, and tits. Moreover, her nipples may get erect and hard.” “Wow! I never knew her pussy lips may go red with her face, neck, or tits,” V said. “It is the obvious sign of her arousal,” J said. “That’s interesting,” I said. “What’s the next stage?” “It’s defined as plateau,” she answered. “Erm-don’t you think,” I asked, “the plateau is an area of high ground with a fairly level surface?” “Correct! It also signifies the period or phase of a little rise to some change. If we talk about a woman’s sexual response during plateau, the flush may go down to her stomach along with the proportioned swelling of her tits. She undergoes convulsions as her pussy lips quiver, marking the rhythmic contractions in her cunt walls. Some fluid or wetness may also leak out of her cunt.” “Yeah,” I affirmed. “Bianca showed me all those signs except for her wetness.” “The third stage,” she resumed, “is the cumming or orgasm.” “It happens when all the juice gushes out of her cunt,” V said. “Yes. It’s the stage when she undergoes the release of her sexual tension. Much of her wetness oozes out as the contractions in her cunt walls and rectum go violent. For an effective orgasm, she must be subjected to foreplay and fucking.” “Mmm… that’s true.” “The last but not least is the resolution. It is the post-orgasmic stage of a woman’s sexual response. She cools down with the fading of her flush and liability to fall asleep. However, the sensitivity in her clit or G-spot does not subside immediately. Therefore some oral or manual stimulation may lead her to multiple orgasms.” “Everything that you told us befits to the signs Bianca showed me,” I said. “With the exception of her cumming,” J added. “Yeah, and I was going to ask you the reason for that.” “I can’t point it out until you tell me why she was masturbating in the bedroom. Was she looking at the girlie magazines, or watching some lesbian porno flick when you got home?” “Hey, it looks like someone might have told you that Bianca read the girlie magazines when I was not around.” “That’s a wild guess. Perhaps you realized that she didn’t cum for you because nude women having lesbian sex caught her attention, and so you brought her some girlie magazines.” “No. She found them.” “What do you mean she found them?” I scratched my head and answered, “Erm-I brought them home when I was a bachelor.” V laughed. “That’s right,” J said, grinning broadly. “Not only the lesbians or bi women love to watch and read about lesbian sex, but straight men like it too. What happened when you found her in the bedroom with those magazines?” “I saw the most spectacular sight. Bianca was lying nude on the bed, squeezing her tits with one hand and fingering her cunt with the other.” “Wow,” V exclaimed. “I froze at the door. With her eyes closed and legs splayed, she was moaning. The pleasure was too much for her. She was apparently oblivious of my arrival, and I couldn’t resist an urge to walk over to her.” I paused and stared at them. They looked impassive and attentive. “My eyes fell on the magazines, which lay open showing the erotic snapshots of lesbian couples,” I resumed. “Then I knelt down, touched her thighs, and moved her hand off her pussy.” J asked, “Was she dry?” “No. She was wet.” “What?” “You heard me. She was WET-and that’s most spectacular sight I am talking about.” “That means she prefers women to men.” “Now, now, don’t tell me she hates men.” “No. She hates no one because she’s a bisexual.” I pursed my lips and nodded. “For an easy penetration,” she added, “you’ve been using vaginal lubricants on her, don’t you?” I raised my eyebrows and remarked, “Absolutely! How do you know that?” “It’s obvious. Since she doesn’t cum when you are with her, that’s the only maneuver you have to follow.” “Well,” I spoke in a low tone, “it is her coldness that disturbs me a lot.” “I don’t think it is her coldness, but I know what the problem with her is.” “Really! What’s that?” “It’s anorgasmia.” “It’s a-WHAT,” V and I exclaimed in unison. J looked at us and grinned. “I don’t blame you two,” she said. “Most people aren’t aware of this sexual dysfunction even though they are well affected by it.” “Ooh! That’s another thing I’ve never heard before,” I said. “The sexual dysfunction,” J said, “is the difficulty experienced by an individual or a couple during any stage of normal sexual activity like desire, arousal or orgasm. Anorgasmia is the sexual dysfunction that mostly affects women. They may have a delayed or no orgasm in spite of an effective sexual excitement.” “That’s horrible,” V said. “Are you telling Ray that Bianca has lost her normal sexual activity?” “To be precise, it’s rather suppressed than lost.” “I don’t get you,” I said. “How can an activity be lost or suppressed? It isn’t something like your money or sentiment.” “Yes, but it’s related to her mind and mentality,” J said. “Hey! Do you want to say my wife is mentally ill?” “No! I don’t think so. The suppression of her orgasm may be caused by various factors.” “Oh! What are those factors?” “First,” she answered, “a woman may be anorgasmic if her conjugal life goes inharmonious, unsecured, and uncommitted. Is that true for you and Bianca?” “No. That’s unlikely. We never had fights, arguments, or lack of affection. I love her, and she knows how much I care for her.” “Second, a woman may be anorgasmic if she is physically ill or has already undergone the surgical removal of her womb.” I shook my head and said, “You know that Bianca is perfectly all right.” “Yes, and that’s why she’s very pretty.” I grinned at her. “Third and most important,” she said, “a woman may be anorgasmic if she is addicted to the use of antidepressants. Has Bianca ever used those drugs?” “Why must she take antidepressants if we get along well with each other? She has never been dejected or gloomy at home.” J nodded and resumed, “Fourth, a woman may be anorgasmic if she has the fear of pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases.” “Ha! Do you think Bianca can be afraid of getting pregnant or diseased? Fat chance.” “Fifth, a woman may be anorgasmic if she has been harshly treated by her parents or guardians at an early age. Have you ever asked Bianca about her parents?” “Yes, and I know they are moderate people. They never discouraged her for going to bars or dating some friend.” “Oh, yes. You met her for the first time at Philip and Marlene’s bar.” “Yeah. Is that all for factors?” “No. There is only one left. It’s known as the conflict.” “Is it some kind of a clash?” “Exactly,” she affirmed. “It’s the clash of simultaneous but incompatible desires, needs, drives, or impulses. To put it another way, Bianca wants to gratify her bisexuality but she can’t do that.” “Why can’t she gratify it?” “Cause, she doesn’t want to lose the harmony and commitment in her relationship with you. Naturally, an unsatisfied sexual preference led her to situational anorgasmia.” “Situational an-an…” “ANORGASMIA,” J added, “and I know you want me to define it.” “Erm-yes,” I said. “Situational anorgasmia, the very common sexual dysfunction in a woman, signifies that she may be able to reach her climax only during certain situations like receiving oral or manual stimulation of her clit. Likewise, she may cum for one partner but not the other. In Bianca’s case, the sexual fantasies about lesbians may provoke her to masturbate and cum. However, she fails to cum when you join her abed.” “That’s crazy! I can arouse her for sure.” “Oh yeah,” she said. “You can arouse her, and she goes up to her plateau. Nonetheless, she won’t cum until another woman makes out with her.” I pursed my lips and said, “Hum-that makes sense. When I saw her lying nude on the bed, the sight aroused me instantly. I walked over to her, knelt down, and found that she was already wet. Without further ado, I stooped and glued my mouth to her pussy.” I paused for a while. J and V beamed at me. “She hissed as I sucked her wetness with relish,” I went on. “Running my tongue into her quivering pussy lips, I licked her cunt and came up to her hood. My lips closed about her clit and I began to suck it.” V licked her lips. “Did she open her eyes,” J asked, “and showed you more signs of her sexual response?” “No. She didn’t open her eyes immediately, but called a name while moaning in the bliss.” “That’s interesting! Was it your name?” “No. It was V’s,” I rejoined. The two stared at me. V looked aghast but J was utterly astonished. None of us spoke until I broke the ice, “That’s true J. Bianca called V’s name, urging her on to eat her more.” “She called Ronica’s name! No-it cannot be.” “I thought likewise because I couldn’t believe my ears, and it never occurred to me that Bianca and V weren’t just classmates.” J turned her head and stared at her sister. I followed her example. V blushed instantly; she was not looking at us. “Ronica,” J said in a firm tone, “Is that true?” V said nothing. She kept looking at the floor and bit her lip. “Ronica-is Ray telling me something I never knew before?” V was still speechless. J grabbed V by the arms and gave her a jolt. V gasped, and she turned her eyes to J. “Ronica! Answer me,” J pressed her question. “IS THAT TRUE?” V’s lips moved and quivered but she didn’t say anything. “RONICA! IS THAT…” “YES! YES! THAT’S TRUE,” V yelled at her. J pursed her lips, released V’s arms, and turned her head to glare at me. ‘Uh-oh, J’s going to get the wrong idea. I must clarify everything now,’ I deduced. J’s eyes were still fixed at me. Apparently embarrassed, V looked at her. “Je-Jess. I…” she managed to say. J spoke to me, cutting her off, “Did you come here to insult us and break up the friendship?” “No,” I said. “I was just…” “And YOU,” J stormed at V. “I loved you but you breached my trust!” “Jess, please! I didn’t mean to…” “You lusted after Bianca and I had been in the dark! Is there anything you still want to keep from me?” “I-I…” “You’ve really hurt me, Ronica. Tell me how can I ever trust you again?” “You can still trust her,” I spoke before V could say anything. They looked at me. “Oh really,” J said sarcastically. “Yes,” I said, “and I know she loves you, not Bianca.” “I see. How can you be so sure for this?” “J, you are a psychotherapist,” I rejoined. “Why don’t you use your mind?” “What do you mean?” “Neither Bianca nor V breached the trust of anybody.” “What?” “I am telling you this and I MEAN IT. Repeating your words, I must say that V never told you about her lesbian adventure with Bianca because she didn’t want to lose the harmony and commitment in her relationship with you.” V’s lips curved into a smile. The blush faded off her face, and I could make out the look of gratitude in her eyes. “The same reason lies here too,” I resumed. “Your explanation befits Bianca’s confession. She told me everything when I asked her the same questions.” “Ah, I see,” J said. “Now you want to talk about her confession.” “Yes. It struck me dumb when I heard Bianca calling V’s name. Instantly, I figured out why she mistook me for her. Hence, I got on my feet and spoke aloud to disturb her reverie. She opened her eyes, found me, sat up in embarrassment, and listened to an outburst of my questions. The sentimental episode led me to ignore her nudity because I thought she had committed adultery and breached my trust. As I fell silent, she began to weep. I looked at her, wiped her tears, and asked her the most hurtful question.” I paused for a while and resumed, “I asked her why she married me if she was in love with someone else. Her voice wobbled as she implored me to believe her that she loved no one but me.” “And so Bianca moved you to believe her with a sentimental show,” J said. “If she and Ronica didn’t love each other, how could they have sex?” “Because it just happened,” V said. “Bianca and I made love, only for once!” “What?” “She’s right,” I said. “Bianca told me the same thing!” J frowned. “That looks terribly strange,” she said. “What led Ronica and Bianca to have sex?” “Bianca and V befriended each other during their first year of college,” I went on. “They used to board the same bus, entered the classrooms hand in hand, and sat together in the library or cafeteria. It appeared that their friendship was merely platonic. However, Bianca felt something different about V. She got attracted to her!” “I felt the same way for Bianca,” V said as I looked at her. “It always pleased us to accompany each other. When she fixed her gaze at me, her eyebrows twitched upward and I could see the dilation in her pupils. I knew she darted her focus between my eyes, and down to my lips.” “While discussing a lecture or occupying their seats together, they often touched each other accidentally,” I said. “The mutual rubbing of their skins embarrassed them. So they blushed for each other, twirled their hair, and stroked anything that they held at the moment.” “And whenever we faced each other,” V added, “the eye contact always incited us for the mutual attraction. The color and race never mattered for us. We had hot bodies and same curves. Soon, I realized how much we craved for each other.” J asked, “When and how did you realize that?” “It happened when the schedule for our first semester exam was announced. Bianca wanted to earn her grade higher than a C. Unlike her, I wasn’t much worried because my class performance had always been better than hers. So I suggested her that she should go through a joint preparation for the exam with me at the library or our homes.” “And that’s why she came here,” J said. “No. I went to her home,” V said. “V visited her for thrice,” I said. “For the first and second time, they did nothing except for discussing some topics. However, they made out with each other when Bianca’s parents were not around.” “Why did Bianca’s parents leave her with Ronica?” “Bianca’s mom is asthmatic,” I answered. “That’s why she had to go with her husband to an allergist.” “Oh!” “That eve, they left us after 4 p.m,” V said. “I sat with Bianca on the bed because her bedroom was a cozy and perfect place to go through the preparation for exam. She was dressed into a white cropped tee and Daisy Duke shorts. I had attired myself into a black button-down top and a red schoolgirl miniskirt. We continued discussing some topics until she yawned, lay on her back, and told me to read out the Introduction to Human Anatomy. I began to read, and stole a glance at her. She looked utterly seductive with her eyes closed, hands laced under her head, right leg straight out, and left leg flexed under it. The Daisy Dukes hugged her hips and pulled tight between her thighs. The tee was stretched up, exposing the undersides of her tits.” She fell silent and looked at me. “While reading the book, V quavered and paused repetitively,” I said. “It wasn’t hard for Bianca to perceive that. She opened her eyes, cast a glance at V’s heaving chest, and stared at the low neckline that revealed her cleavage. Instantly, her pussy twitched and she moved a hand to roam it over her bare midriff.” “I couldn’t resist an urge to gaze at her hand as it traced a line down to her right thigh,” V said. “Moving it further, she reached my legs and tickled them with her fingers. I shuddered at her touch, closed the book, and told her to stop teasing me. Inwardly, I did not want her to stop. For an answer, she smiled. I gasped as she clutched at my wrist and pulled me atop her.” “Bianca thought V might put forth some resistance,” I added. “Hence, she hugged her tight and took her lips immediately.” “Instead, I loved the feeling of her lips that crushed against mine,” V said. “We surrendered to the mutual desire that overwhelmed us for kissing, feeling, and patting each other.” She looked at me again. “They made out until Bianca told V to suck her tits,” I said. “V hiked her T-shirt up, exposed the twin globes, and squeezed them. Bianca sighed as V began to suck and lick her nipples.” “Her tits were big and beautiful,” V said, looking back to her sister. “The rough texture of her nipples felt pleasing against my lips and tongue. It incited me to rise on knees and unbutton my top. As my tits spilled out, I touched them playfully and grinned at her. Bianca licked her lips, reached up, and tweaked my nipples. I knew she wanted to suck them. Hence, I stooped and braced myself on hands so that she could take them into her mouth.” “Bianca loved to lick and suck her soft tits,” I said. “The sight of erect nipples ignited her lust and her pussy quivered. Hence, she told V to go down on her.” “My own pussy ached for her attention,” V said. “I showered a trail of kiss on her stomach before unbuttoning and unzipping her Daisy Dukes. She raised her hips and let me take them off. I splayed her thighs and my eyes fell on her pussy lips. They were already swollen and wet. Her odor intoxicated me to kiss her pussy, suck her wetness out, lick her pink flesh, and clamp my mouth on her engorged clit.” “Bianca moaned for the utmost pleasure she never felt before,” I said. “It was terribly awesome, delicious, and mind-blowing. She closed her eyes, shook her head in abandon, and humped her hips into V’s mouth. Her body convulsed as she felt violent contractions in her cunt walls, and so she came almost instantly.” “While licking Bianca’s spent pussy, I desired for an immediate release,” V said. “Hence, I rose on my knees and told her to take my miniskirt off. She sat up, groped with the waistband, and pulled the tartan material down my legs. Then she tugged my panties, and bent down to plant a kiss between my thighs. I fingered through her hair and told her to lie down.” “As Bianca stretched out, V held the headboard and squatted above her,” I added. “Then she lowered herself so that her knees hit the mattress on either side of her face. Bianca stared at the gaping cunt and licked her lips. She reached up, grabbed V by the hips, opened her mouth, and glued it to her snatch.” “I squealed in delight,” V said. “My pussy pulsated for a tickling sensation. Bianca was licking me so good! She flicked her tongue into my cunt and I couldn’t move as her hands held me tight. Her passion for me was apparent! She shook her head and took my clit. I shuddered all over as she sucked it. The sensation drove me crazy. It filled my cunt to the brim. Shortly afterward, I screamed and squirted on her face.” “Bianca never knew that a cunt could be so delicious,” I said. “She did not want to take her mouth off the pussy she just ate. However, V forced herself up and turned around to resume the same position. Without further ado, Bianca grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down. The next instant, she took her clit and felt a pair of hands touching her thighs.” “I pushed her thighs apart, bent down, went for her cunt, and licked it as she sucked me off,” V said. “Pleasing each other in a sixty-nine was the most thrilling and unforgettable experience we ever had. Shortly afterward, our juices gushed out but we went on with reciprocating the act. Another bout of climax hit us in a few minutes and I collapsed atop her.” “After licking her cunt, Bianca told V to shift her position,” I said. “They kissed and cuddled with each other until Bianca’s parents returned home. V took her clothes and dashed to the bathroom. When she came out, Bianca was already dressed into her T-shirt and Daisy Dukes. They took care to wipe the smeared lip rouge off their faces. After half-hour, V left for home.” “I reached here before you returned from the Center, made love to me, and fell asleep,” V said to her sister. “However, I lay awake and stared at you. Instantly, it occurred to me that I had breached your trust. The feeling of guilt and shame moved me. I rolled on my side, wept, and decided to refrain myself from going intimate with Bianca.” “The lesbian adventure with V was the most delightful experience Bianca ever had, and she slept well that night,” I said. “The next morning, they met at the bus stop. Bianca noticed that she looked sulky. When they reached their college, she asked V whether she was all right. For an answer, V told her what decision she made the previous night. The news shocked Bianca, and she asked her the reason for that. V told her about you, and that it was hard for her to hurt your feelings. That instant, Bianca felt dejected and she began to weep. V wiped her tears, took her hands into her own, and assured her that the decision won’t affect their friendship. Then they hugged each other and Bianca promised V reluctantly that she would always respect her decision in your favor.” I paused and stared at J. She frowned, put two and two together, raised her eyebrows, and said, “So that’s the key to whole thing. Now I know why Bianca stopped in her tracks when she saw two lesbians making out with each other at the beach, and what made her to masturbate when she looked at the erotic snapshots of lesbian couples in girlie magazines.” “Yes. I think you can also understand that V never thought of breaching your trust,” I said. J looked at her sister and held her hand assuredly. V titled her head and let it rest on J’s shoulder. “I told Bianca my decision because I didn’t want to lose you,” she said. “I know and-I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you,” J said. I watched in silence as they exchanged pecks on cheeks. J turned her head to look at me and asked, “Did Bianca look for another girl after she learnt what Ronica’s decision was?” “No. She couldn’t do that,” I answered. “Why?” “I met her the next night at Philip and Marlene’s bar.” “Wow! What a lucky girl she is,” J said, grinning broadly. “When my eyes fell on her, I knew instantly that she was the girl of my dreams. She sat alone in a corner, sipping her drink. Half hopeful and half apprehensive, I went over to her table and asked her for the dance. She smiled at me and accepted my offer. We began dancing to the club beats. Our bodies touched repeatedly, and the effect was enough to arouse me. I couldn’t resist an urge to kiss her and our mouths met in a lip-lock. The kiss broke as she pushed me. It was obvious that I had upset her.” “Yeah, I still remember what Ronica told me,” J said. “You wanted to talk to Bianca, and she agreed to accompany you out of the bar. You offered her a lift, and she got in your car. You made an apology but she behaved coldly. Feeling disappointed at her reaction, you dropped her home.” “I asked Bianca how she felt when I kissed her for the first time,” I said. “She answered that it really embarrassed her. However, she didn’t think much about me because she was already upset and dejected for V’s decision.” “That’s right,” V said. “Bianca looked distressed in the college. I watched her for some time, and so asked her whether everything was ok. She smiled, nodded, and turned away from me. I had an impression that she didn’t really accept my decision, and I thought of comforting her as a friend. One day, however, I received Ray’s text. Hence, I called him after getting out of the class. He asked me Bianca’s name and cell number. I didn’t answer him plainly until he told me about his encounter with her at the bar. It was a big relief for me to learn that Ray fell in love with Bianca, and I hoped for a happy outcome if he could win her heart. That’s why I sent him her number.” “I saved Bianca’s number and made up my mind to call her,” I said. “She answered my call in a trice. I introduced myself and urged her to meet me. She asked me why I wanted to meet her but I ended the call without answering her plainly.” “When you told me about that phone chat, I suggested you to wait for her call,” J said. “You followed my suggestion, and it worked well for you.” “Absolutely,” I affirmed. “The idea hit her deep down as she correlated the first kiss, my apology, and the way I urged her to promise me for a date. That instant, she felt elated. Her lips curved into a smile whenever she thought about me. Actually, she couldn’t get me out of her mind and used to stare at her cell phone hoping that I would call her again.” “Instead, she called you one night and you confessed your love to her.” “Yes. Bianca wanted to know how much I felt for her. We accepted each other as partners for life. She loved being close to me, and got aroused whenever I pleased her in bed. After using vaginal lubricants on her, I could easily cum into her cunt. On the contrary, she never cummed and just waited for me to finish. Her dryness always disturbed me, and I had no idea what caused it until she disclosed her lesbian adventure with V.” I paused for a while and resumed, “After learning from Bianca about her past, I sensed some connection of her dryness to V’s decision. However, I needed a clarification to my inference. That’s why I called you last night. You’ve explained a lot of things I never heard of.” “I explained what I already knew,” J said. “However, Ronica and you made me realize a big fact. Sometimes, we may go through the clashed preferences. She had to refrain herself from going intimate with Bianca in my favor. Bianca had to respect Ronica’s decision, and so she accepted your marriage proposal. You had to use the vaginal lubricants on Bianca because she has always been dry for you.” “Yeah,” I said, “but I can’t ignore her failure to cum. There’s got to be some way to cure her.” “Ah, yes! If another woman makes out with her, the expression of her sexual activity may be recovered to normal.” “Will that be helpful?” “I think it’ll be more than helpful.” “All right,” I said. “Will you and V make out with her?” “WHAT,” both the sisters exclaimed in unison. “Should I have to repeat my question?” “But Ray,” J said, “are you serious?” “Yeah, I’m damn serious,” I rejoined. “We’ve just sorted out the mystery of Bianca’s problem, haven’t we? V was the one who decided to refrain herself from going intimate with Bianca, and so she aggrieved her.” “Ray,” V said, “I wanted to comfort her as a…” “You were the one for whose love she made that decision,” I told J, cutting V off. “Confiding it to Bianca, she never realized what outcome of her frankness could be, and who the ultimate victim would be.” I fell silent, frowned at them, and went on, “She got affected for sure but I had been the ultimate victim, right from the wedding night! I wanted Bianca to feel my love for her, to reciprocate my passion for her, to think about me during sex, and to cum for me. For that, I took every possible measure to please her but all of my efforts were to no avail because she couldn’t just forget her adventure with V.” “I understand my friend,” J said. “If I were you, I would feel the same way.” I stood up and said, “If you understand how I feel for my wife and know the way to cure her, take V with you and go to my home. Do what you can to help her for the recovery.” They followed my example. “I think you want us to cure her because we are friends and can keep this matter utterly confidential,” J said. “Correct! Will you two help her?” “Yes we will,” they answered me in unison. I grinned, thanked them, bade farewell, and walked out of their house.
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