Chapter 103: Naomi Monroe, 30, oysters...

It was a magical weekend. Carole had followed Kate’s advice and took the group out on the town several times. Kate had told her, ‘Don’t stay cooped up — make returning to the room something everyone looks forward to.”

‘Got it.”

“And even when you’re in the room, don’t make it all about nudity and sex. Save that for once or twice a night.”

“Yes ma’am.”

They took the St. Charles trolley to the Garden District — saw the gracious homes and college campuses. Ate at the touristy Commander’s Palace. But also at little neighborhood joints that Kate had recommended.

They went to the Audubon Zoo, listened to jazz and honky-tonk, shopped along Magazine Street, and walked all over the Vieux Carré from their hotel base.

That Friday night, they didn’t get back to the Royal Sonesta until after 10. But no one was sleepy — there was a sense of anticipation. The group shower had been a surprise — naughty and nice.

Now the tourist part of their day was behind them. Carole ordered champagne and four dozen Gulf oysters — half of them chargrilled and the rest on the half shell.

Before the food arrived, she took Rickie’s hand and led him into the smaller bathroom to shower. Naomi had no hesitation in taking her own son into their shower — after that group shower, why be suddenly shy?

Wearing hotel robes, they devoured the oysters, and opened the third bottle of champagne. It was a giggly time — gentle teasing and joking around.

Then Carole stood up, and let her robe puddle to the floor. “It’s Kiss the Movie Star time — I’m first.”

Naomi again felt all eyes on her as she tossed her robe on a chair. She held out her hand to Carole, and they led the boys into the master bedroom.

This time, Carole lay down on top of her friend — and Naomi knew in an instant that a kiss would only be the beginning. Carole kissed and licked her way down her friend’s body. Naomi whispered, “Yes,” and brought her heels back to her butt. She wanted it.

Interestingly, it was Randy who first started sucking her nipple. Richie joined in — and it was like they’d rehearsed it. The three of them made Naomi the center of attention.

Carole used her tongue and fingers adroitly, and gave her pal her first orgasm of the night. Naomi put her hands on the back of the boys’ heads and spoke clearly, “Don’t stop.” Having Randy suck her nipple somehow felt even more intimate than Carole’s tongue in her pussy.

When she orgasmed a second time, Carole traded places with Randy. Naomi, with her head propped up on two pillows looked down her body as her son licked her pussy for the very first time. She said, “Go slower, honey. A little slower. Yes, just like that!”

Carole and Richie alternated between sucking her nipples and deep kissing her. Then Carole, following some unspoken instinct, moved Richie away. She left Naomi alone with only Randy in physical contact.

Naomi looked at Carole, knowing exactly what she was doing. Carole wanted Randy — and Randy alone — to make her cum.

While Naomi could have felt resentment, could have felt manipulated, she found herself with two surprising reactions. One, she suddenly wanted to please Carole, to give her friend exactly what she wanted.

And second — even more surprising — Naomi realized that she wanted Randy to make her cum. She didn’t consider that she would be the future beneficiary — that her sexless nights didn’t always have to be so barren.

No, she was in the moment. Yes, she wanted to cum — and part of it was that simple. But more, she wanted Randy — yes, she now wanted her own son — to make her cum.