Chapter 2: the Prequel

Had Linda's eyes been open, she would have been looking at the ceiling, but they weren't. Her eyes weren't merely closed, they were screwed tightly shut. Her face was drawn and intense as she was completely focused on her task at hand. More precisely, it was the task of her hands that she focused on. Her right hand was jammed deeply in the furry cleft where her thighs were clamped together rubbing her clit furiously, while her left was reaching around her thigh attempting to manipulate the 6 inch silver vibrator which was inserted rather precariously in her vagina. The faster she rubbed her clit, the more her thighs clamped together on her hand and the more difficult it was to maintain control of the vibrator, but soon Linda began to feel the fruits of her efforts as an orgasmic wave began to well up in her loins. As the waves crashed through her, the vibrator popped free, but she didn't seem to notice as she rolled to one side and continued to work her hand spasmodically as her muscles stiffened and relaxed and the orgasm continued to roll through her. As the swells of pleasure subsided, she rolled onto her back again and finally did open her eyes and stare at the ceiling.

Her breathing slowed and her heartbeat was returning to normal as she realized that she was getting better at this through practice. She reached blindly with one hand and groped for the vibrator which was buzzing away independently somewhere under the sheets. She found her 6 inch companion, the gift that her friend Maggie had left for her upon her departure last week, and she knew that something wasn't right about the situation. It was a bit after 10:00 P.M., she was alone in her bed wearing a black teddy that clung tightly to her large frame in the places that you would imagine it would on a robust woman approaching her 60th birthday, but it's satin texture across her body made her feel good, sexy, and after all, it was only for her. She would soon be drifting of to sleep, and she knew that she would repeat the procedure in the morning, just as she had this morning, along with several abbreviated sessions in the bathroom during the day. There was no denying it, her sexuality had been reawakened, and after several years of dormancy, it had been re-ignited with a passion.

She had been thrilled to see her old friend Maggie when she had arrived last week along with her daughter. Old friends from college, they had been able to maintain the type of relationship that seemed to pick up right where it had left off no matter how long the intervals between their visits. They had stayed up chatting, and giggling like sorority girls that first night into the wee hours of the morning long after Maggie's 30 year old daughter Ellen had bid them good night. The conversation had drifted from what had transpired in their lives over the 3 past years they had spent absent from each other, to the pleasant memories of good times in college and finally to love and heartbreak then and in the years since.

Maggie had been widowed at roughly the same time Linda had divorced 7 years ago, and they had been alternating pillars of strength for each other through the trials that followed their respective tribulations. Their relationship had grown stronger as they each searched for their own respective identities in the absence of their husbands and even though they had grown increasingly independent, they had also become much closer than they had been in college.

"I still miss Charlie, you know, ' mused Maggie, "But I've actually come to terms with the his death, even started to enjoy the independence and freedom."

"But?" coaxed Linda

"I miss the sex." she had sighed "Oh Lord, I miss his cock."

"Maggie!"

"I'm sorry, I do." Exclaimed Maggie with a touch of contrition, "I've only had sex with a couple of other men in my life Linda, but I don't need much experience to know that that man could fuck."

"Maggie" exclaimed her friend "You haven't talked like this since we were in college."

There was a slight pause while Linda looked at the floor, then pensively; peering at her friend she asked "Was he really that good?"

"He almost always made me cum Linda. We were fucking like rabbits 2 or 3 times a week right up until I lost him, and I tell you he never left me hanging. Even during those quickies, you know" she said peering at her friend out of the corner of her eyes. "When they slip it to you in the middle of the night and you don't really even know that you're getting fucked until he's almost done."

"Yes." mused Linda with a reminiscent sight.

"Even then, I'd wake up with his big cock pummeling my pussy from behind. I'd start pushing back into him and when he realized that I was awake, I'd feel him starting to tense up, his dick would get even harder and I knew he was ready to blow, but he would always get me there first."

"How?"

"Sometimes, he would reach around and diddle me and..."

"Diddle you?"

"Yeah diddle me, you know, finger my love button, my clit. No matter how hard he got, how close he was, he always held off until he felt my love muscles clamp down on his dick before he spewed his load into me, or on me."

"On you?" asked Linda incredulously

"Oh yeah," beamed Maggie "When he did me doggie style, every now and then he would pull out and shoot his cum all over my ass, even my back if he was excited enough."

"Oh my God" Linda had exclaimed staring wide eyed at her friend. "You liked that."

"Oh Sweetie, your Henry never did that to you?"

Linda could do nothing but shake her head.

"I loved it Honey, I could feel his warm love juice splatter on my ass then it would trickle down over my asshole and down to my pussy. Some times he would rub it into my ass like lotion. Then we would spoon until we fell asleep again and I would feel his dick getting soft again while it was pressed between my ass cheeks. In the morning, I would feel the dried cum cracking on my ass when I walked to the bathroom, and I would start getting wet all over again. Every now and then I'd brush my teeth and climb right back into bed, start stroking him until he was hard again, then climb on top and go at him while fingered me and squeezed my tits until I blew again."

She had finished with a sigh and was staring into space. For a long moment there was silence until she continued. "I haven't had sex in 7 years Linda, How long has it been for you?"

"A little over 5." Linda had told her?There was this guy who got me on the rebound right after the divorce. He was kind of a deadbeat, but the sex was pretty good, better than Henry anyway."

"How's that?"

"Well," said Linda looking pensively around before continuing "The actual sex,, you know the fucking was about the same, even though his thing, you know, his dick, was bigger, but that wasn't it."

"What was it?"

"Well, he used his tongue, you know, down there."

"He went down on you?"

"Well, yeah, if that's what you call it."

"Was it good?"

Linda had leaned back in her chair with a large smile as she remembered.

"It was great," she mused "Henry had never done that to me and I never thought I was missing anything but when he started sucking on my uh... my..."

"Your clit?"

"Yes, my clit. Maggie, he would lick and suck it, and every now and then he would start pumping his tongue into my pussy, and... Wow... when I went over the top, I would squeeze his head with my legs and when he finally came up for air his face would be all wet. It was, well, wonderful."

Maggie slid across the sofa a little closer to her friend.

"Honey, I have gotten to be very adept at satisfying my own needs, but you know, after a while it just seems so superficial. I miss the human contact. I need the touch, the feel, the smell. I'm afraid if I'm left to my own devices too much longer, I may just lose may ability to... to."

"To what Maggie?"

"To respond to someone else I mean, I've been taking care of myself for so long, I'm afraid that I won't be able to respond to someone else's touch."

"Oh Honey," said Linda sympathetically, "That's not going to happen, I mean, you're too young, you don't need to worry about anything like that for years."

"It's been 7 years already, Linda, I don't think they're going to be lining up at the door anytime soon."

"Well, Linda," started her friend, "I don't think... I mean there's... well... What do you mean you've been taking care yourself?"

Maggie smiled at her friend's uncomfortable change of subject. She knew there was nothing that she could say, but she was just as certain that the new subject was going to prove just as uncomfortable for her, in the beginning anyway.

"Honey," said Maggie soothingly placing her hand on her friend's knee, "Don't tell me that in the past 5 years, you've never taken care of your own desires?"

"Well, I mean I've, you know, touched myself a bit, but I could never, you know seem to get it right."

"You just need a little help Linda."

"I need what?" Gasped Linda, leaning away from her friend.

"A little help Dear," continued Maggie soothingly and unfazed by her friend's initial reaction, "Haven't you ever used any tools to help?"

"Tools?" asked Linda furrowing her brow "What kind of too... Oh My... You mean... No, I could never, I mean I never... I wouldn't even know where to get... or even how to..."