Early afternoon Lisa visited Laura.

“Hey,” Laura greeted her. “What’s new?”

“Ha!” Lisa exclaimed. “Did you see that poem Ashley wrote about us? About our pussy juice?”

Laura’s eyes opened wide. “Whoa. Why don’t we go out to the garden and talk about it?”

Sharing a garden bench, Lisa and Laura enjoyed the warmth of the sun and the aroma of the blooms. For a time they were silent.

“So this poem...?” Laura began.

From memory Lisa quoted the limerick.

Laura smiled and shook her head.

“Where is that naughty Mat, anyway?” Lisa asked.

“Yes, I’m sure he’s much to blame,” Laura said. “He’s off visiting. Emma I think. Or Alina. Or both. Or maybe it’s Cassie.”

“By visiting you mean...?”

“Frolicking.”

“And by frolicking you mean...?”

“Fucking.”

“Right,” said Lisa. “I can picture it.”

“Should we do something to get even?” Laura asked.

“Like what?”

“Well,” said Laura, “Now that I’ve heard the poem, I can’t help thinking about your pussy juice.”

“Probably no different from yours,” Lisa said. “Otherwise why would Mat get confused?”

“I think it was Ashley who was confused,” Laura said. “Still, we should compare.”

“We should,” Lisa agreed.

A moment later Laura had lifted her skirt enough that her hand could go between her legs. Lisa had to unbutton her pants to make a similar foray, so Laura’s fingers were the first to be coated with her intimate moisture.

“Here, taste,” she said to Lisa.

Lisa took the offered fingers between her lips. “Mmm,” she hummed, sucking. “Good. Now try mine.”

Laura tried Lisa’s.

“Oh yeah, very nice. That was fun. And sexy.”

“It was,” Lisa said. “But you know what would be even more fun? And more sexier?”

“If we gathered each other’s pussy juice ourselves?” Laura answered.

Eyes aglitter, each dipped fingers to the other’s cunt. They spent more than a minute, make that two, gathering the sex juice, then they tasted their own fingers.

“Whew!” Laura said.

“Double whew!” Lisa added.

“But you know what would be funnest and sexiest of all?” Laura said.

“If we got the taste straight from the source,” Lisa said.

By late afternoon, and a dozen or so orgasms later, the comparison was complete.