Chapter 5

“A little, but he really took his time getting me ready and getting it in and it was easier than I expected. And he was almost as long as ‘Jake.’ I took him all the way and loved it. Thought I’d never stop cumming.”

Sasha’s flush had spread to her neck. “Is he still around? Married?”

“Yes to both -- to me.”

“Your husband is hung like that? And he’s so sweet?”

Emma nodded.

“You’re so lucky to have a husband who loves you so much...”

“And so well. And so often!”

“You’ve really got it all. A job you love, a nice home, a husband who loves you and is well-hung. I’m still looking for a nice, healthy guy with a sense of humor and a huge boner for a one-night-stand.” She sighed heavily. “I envy you. I might even be jealous. You really have it all.”

Emma laughed and sipped at her drink. “Almost everything. There are some things I still crave but can’t get as much as I’d like.”

“Like what? What else is there?”

“For one, I love it in the back -- in my butt. Jake and I just can’t do it, though. He’s too big.”

“You really like that?”

“Mmmm-hmmm! Ever tried it?”

Sasha shrugged. “A couple of times. The guys usually wanted it and just jammed it in. Once, it started to feel good but the guy came off too fast and didn’t bother even kissing my back or touching me anyplace else while he banged away.”

“Too bad, sweety. I love the fullness and the -- the wickedness of it. Feeling that big, hot thing sliding back there, stretching me out and listening to the guy talking about how hot and tight it is...” She shivered with remembered pleasures.

“Doesn’t Jake miss it? Or doesn’t he like it?”

“Oh, he likes it fine -- or he used to. And he’d probably like it again. But I got him to try it with me and he just refused to push it when he saw how much of a strain it was for me.”

“He sounds like a terrific guy.”

“That’s why I married him.”

Sasha absently rubbed one hand over her breasts, through the dressing gown and the pajamas. “You said there were other things you don’t get enough of.”

“Well, I don’t know if I should tell you...”

Sasha put on an alcohol-enhanced expression of mock outrage. “Of all the nerve! I showed you mine! Now it’s your turn!”

“I don’t want to shock you or anything.”

“Try me.” It was a Dare-You! tone of voice.

“Well,” Emma said slowly, “sometimes I -- I like to go to bed with a woman.”

“You mean a threesome?” Sasha sounded skeptical, but -- hopeful?

“That, too. But sometimes just a pretty, sweet, sexy woman.”

She was watching Sasha carefully for a reaction. “I’m sorry if I shocked you --”

“No, no -- it’s not that.” Sasha finished her port and turned to face Emma. “I’ve done that, too. In college, a couple of times.”

“But never again?”

“I’ve thought about it once or twice, but I was never sure how to approach it.”

“It’s not easy, these days.” Emma held Sasha’s stare and slowly raised one hand to caress that warm, flushed cheek, so smooth and damp under her fingers.

Sasha brought her hand up to cover Emma’s and hold it. She slowly turned her head and pressed her lips to Emma’s palm.

“That time in college -- you liked it?”

“It was so sweet and gentle,” Sasha murmured against Emma’s palm. “So wonderful to feel the softness and giving, to have a lover who knew what I needed...”

Emma guided Sasha’s face closer and kissed her on the lips, softly, with her mouth closed. She felt Sasha shiver and turned to her on the sofa. She kissed Sasha’s jaw up to her ear and let her tongue toy with the lobe, then dart inside briefly. She felt Sasha’s lips on her shoulder, against the material of her tights, and felt Sasha’s arm go around her tiny waist, pulling her close.

Sasha tilted her face up with her eyes closed and her lips parted as Emma knelt on the sofa. She brought her lips down on Sasha’s and they kissed passionately, their tongues tantalizing and dancing with each other. Sasha had both hands on Emma’s slender torso now and was moving them up and down, savoring Emma’s compact frame.

Without breaking the kiss, Emma shifted and knelt a-straddle Sasha’s thighs, enjoying the warmth and fullness of Sasha’s breasts against her abdomen. Sasha’s hands began tugging at the neck opening of Emma’s tights, working it down over her shoulders. She almost came when she realized what Sasha was doing. Emma worked her arms out of the tights and pushed them down to her waist. Sasha broke the kiss and began licking Emma’s shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts. She reached behind Emma and unsnapped the bra.