“I was a rower in college, so I was in good shape. After the kid, I worked out pretty constantly to get back in shape.”

“It worked.”

“I even did those Kegel exercises to make my cunt tight again.”

“Probably invented by some man?”

“Well, I like it tight too. But my point is that that’s what love is. It’s giving of yourself as you give yourself to your child. You give your whole self to make the baby, and then you give yourself to it to bring it up.”

“And they don’t notice.” Ronda poured more wine for both of them.

“That’s right. And pretty soon, they’re grown up and telling their shrink how you fucked them up by bringing them into the world.”

“So love doesn’t pay?”

“It doesn’t demand payment. It’s a gift. That’s the point. You can’t ask for any return.” Angela pushed her plate away. “Delicious.”

“You’re saying that it’s not just fiscal?”

They both laughed and drank some more wine before they left the dishes and walked hand in hand to the bedroom.

Ronda led Angela into her large closet. “Let me take your clothes off, lover.” Ronda positioned herself behind Angela and gently nudged her to face the full-length mirror as she pulled Angela’s sweater slowly over her head. Angela was wearing a black lace bra.

“What a sexy bra! Not your usual.”

“Mmm. I was feeling sexy this morning when I got dressed.”

Ronda reached around Angela to unbutton and unzip her pants, and pull them down to her ankles. Angela stepped out of them.

“You were feeling sexy, weren’t you?”

Ronda’s hands glided over Angela’s nearly bare hips, over the thin elastic band of her sheer black thong. Angela arched her back to thrust out her breasts.

“I like the way you look at me.” Angela reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

“I’ll get to that in a minute.” Ronda peeled the thong down and Angela stepped out of it.

Ronda pressed herself against Angela’s back and moved both hands across her stomach and down to her mons. “Why do you leave this wisp?”

“I don’t know. I like the feeling of being smooth, but I like to have a little hair. And I’m not sure I can shave that close to my labia without cutting myself. Doesn’t waxing hurt?”

“Not that much.” Ronda twisted the length of pubic hair around her forefinger. She released the wisp of hair and unfastened the bra. With a hand on each of Angela’s shoulders, Ronda nudged the bra over Angela’s arms and it fell to the floor. Ronda cupped Angela’s breasts in her hands and kissed Angela’s neck.

“Your breasts feel so good in my hands, lover.”

“Your hands feel so good on my breasts.” Angela reached her right hand behind Ronda’s head and stroked her hair.

Ronda released Angela’s breasts and stroked the slight swell of her stomach. She used the tips of her fingers to open her labia. “Can you see? You’re all shiny and wet.”

“Of course, I’m all wet. You’ve been stroking me and looking at me and playing with me. Why don’t you take me to the bed and make love with me?”

“I like to prolong it.”

“Umm. So do I. Prolong it all you like.”

Ronda circled Angela’s clitoris with the tip of her right ring finger, then, as it emerged from its cowl, stroked along its back side. Angela sighed as her head fell backwards to rest on Ronda’s shoulder. Ronda kissed the long expanse of Angela’s stretched neck and grasped her buttock with her left hand.

“Oh, make it burn.”

Angela squeezed harder and increased the pace of her finger.

“Let me sit down. You sit behind me. We can both see and I won’t have to keep my balance like this.” Angela pulled Ronda’s hands from her body and sat in front of the mirror with her legs wide open to expose her open cunt.

Ronda sat behind her and moved both hands to Angela’s labia to open them wider. Then she returned to Angela’s now large and purple clitoris to circle it with a fingertip before she started lightly stroking its underside.

“Oh, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t you want to prolong it?”

“Do whatever you want. You can prolong that all night if you like. That is so hot, to see you playing with me that way.”

Ronda dipped her finger into Angela’s cunt where warm moisture was flowing between her labia and increased the pace with featherlight pressure.

“Don’t stop. That’s just the right place. Don’t stop.”

Ronda continued at the same pace and pressure until Angela’s thighs and stomach began to tremble, then quiver and finally to shudder as she gasped and her head slumped backward again to rest on Ronda’s shoulder. Angela’s breath rasped in her throat and a whimper became a shout as her body convulsed and collapsed into Ronda’s arms.

Ronda rocked Angela gently until her breathing returned to normal. “Put your finger back in my cunt. You can feel it pulsing. That was a major orgasm, lover.”

“Want to do it again?”

“Yes. Please.”

“How many times can you come?”

“I don’t know. Let’s find out. If you really want to know, then take me to bed and go down on me and just don’t stop when I come.”

Ronda stood and offered her hands to pull Angela up from the floor and lead her to the bed. Ronda placed Angela at the foot of the bed and knelt on the floor between her knees. Angela draped her legs over Ronda’s shoulders and Ronda pulled Angela’s still throbbing cunt toward her and started to caress her swollen clitoris with fast-paced firm strokes of her tongue.

“That’s it. Don’t stop.” Angela sighed and her thighs began to quiver. “Don’t stop.”

Again Angela shrieked with pleasure as the orgasm overtook her body.

Ronda’s tongue continued its firm massage and Angela’s body began to tremble with convulsions. Her thighs and arms shuddered and her stomach quaked as she gasped for breath. Ronda put her hands under Angela’s hips and felt them quivering in concert with the rest of her body.

Angela’s skin beaded with sweat and her eyes clenched shut as the seizure continued through her body. Her hair was wet with perspiration, her face drawn tight in a grimace as her throat rasped.

Ronda continued the fast, firm tempo of her tongue on the underside of Angela’s glistening clitoris. Angela’s knees vibrated against Ronda’s face and fluid gushed from her cunt.

Finally, Angela’s body fell limp onto the bed but Ronda continued the rhythm of her tongue on Angela’s clitoris.

“Stop.” Angela’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “Stop. Enough. Hurts.”

Ronda stood and went into the bathroom to get a towel. When she returned, she covered Angela’s shining body with the large towel and put a pillow under her head.

Ronda lay on the bed, her face next to Angela’s, her feet where the pillow had been. She stroked Angela’s hair and waited for her breathing to regain its normal pace. Angela fell into a deep doze.

When Angela awoke, Ronda had turned around and was lying with her head on a pillow, her legs wide open, stroking her own clitoris and sighing with pleasure. “So how many times did you come?”

“Jeez, you sound like some guy. Some guy that’s insecure about his sexual performance.”

“Well…”

“I don’t know, lover. How can you put a number on something like that? I came once. Then you asked if I wanted some more. I came again and then, I don’t quite know how to describe it. I started to come, I came, and then each orgasm started another one and it was like one very long very intense orgasm or one on top of the other, each one more intense than the last ‘til I sort of passed out.”

Ronda continued to stroke her clitoris slowly and look at Angela.

Angela crawled up the bed to lie beside Ronda. “That was the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had.”

“Good. Now I’m going to treat myself. Open the drawer of my night table, will you? And hand me my vibrator.”

“There’s two in here. Which one do you want?”

“Both of them. I want one inside and one outside.”