Costumed Ball
Keywords: Ball, Costumed,
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When we made Tricialeigh, I wrenched his seed right out of him and sent it straight to my egg. We don't make a habit of it, though."
Sue ran a hand through her hair and then stared at the hand, disgusted. "My God! I sweated like a pig! And that studio was freezing! Why didn't I notice before?"
Carol checked her own hair and made a horrible funny face. "I didn't notice either. We must have been too wrapped up in our casework."
Sue hopped up, hurried into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. "Linda worries over me much as my mom does. If I catch cold, she'll rush me to the doctor. Maybe if I take a good hot shower and lower the temperature gradually, I can keep from getting a chill. Do you want one, too?"
"I'll wait until you finish. Roger's working a late shift, so I'll call Mom and Dad and make sure Tricialeigh's okay."
"Figured you wouldn't want to see me naked," Sue said with a smile. "Don't worry, the shower is enclosed and it will fog up completely. Do you want to wash your hair before we switch out?"
"Probably a good idea. You sure there's enough shampoo and conditioner for us?"
"There should be." Sue put toiletries on the lavatory sink, then closed the bathroom door to get undressed. "Come in when you've checked in with your parents."
The telephone call took about fifteen minutes. Yes, Tricialeigh was fine, said the proud Nana; she had played during the day and gone right to bed in Mommy's old room that night. They discussed the hurricane and whether it would hit Orlando directly, and how much rain it might dump on Georgia.
Sotto voce even though it wasn't necessary, Carol discussed Pete Moskow's drinking problem and asked if he had burned all his bridges in Jackson County. Nana called Grandpa to the phone and discussed opportunities for Pete elsewhere. Probably not there in Jackson County, at least not yet; but CNN was looking for a director in Charleston, South Carolina, and Pete would qualify.
Carol hung up, stripped down to her panties, and entered the bathroom. She was happy to see two large, fluffy robes hanging outside the shower. Sue was still inside, with the cold water on. Carol averted her eyes, went to the sink and turned on the water. She examined the shampoo bottle, decided it would work with conditioner, bent her head under the stream and went to work scrubbing her scalp.
Sue, who had turned her back when Carol entered the bathroom, asked Carol for some body lotion in Sue's purse. Carol left the bathroom, spotted the purse, got out the body lotion bottle and noticed it was almost empty. She checked her own purse and found a sample bottle of her own. She carried both purses into the bathroom in case either of them needed other toiletries, passed the near-empty bottle to Sue, and went back to work on her hair.
After a moment, Sue called: "Carol, could I borrow yours?"
Carol was agreeable, but she stood up too fast. Shampoo streamed into her eyes and water sprayed onto the floor. As Carol groped for her purse, her foot slipped, and she crashed to the floor on her tailbone. Both purses spilled around her.
Sue got out of the shower as quickly as she dared, and hurried to Carol. "My God, are you all right?"
"Just my bottom." Carol stood up slowly and carefully. Her pelvis hurt pretty badly.
"Let me look at it," Sue said. She knelt, took Carol's panties at the waistband, and peeled them down and off. She reached above the pelvis and massaged the base of Carol's spine. "Does that hurt?"
"Yes, but not too bad. It's worst in the bones leading to the hips."
Sue petted the area, searching for signs of a fracture. There didn't seem to be any.
All of a sudden, Carol giggled. "Look at us. Here we are, stark naked in front of each other, you're looking at me through the eyes of a woman who loves sex with a woman, and you're acting like my doctor!"
Sue shook her head. "Aren't you supposed to be the serious sister? Only you would giggle at a time like this." Then she smiled. "Look at our purses! Do you want to go lie down while I clean up?"
"No," Carol said. "Let me get on my knees and pick up stuff."
A minute later, from Sue: "A pocket rocket? You? And ... my God, is that a sausage? Don't tell me you ..."
"Don't say another word until you tell me about this." And Carol waved a bottle of flavored lubricating oil in front of Sue's eyes. Sue blushed scarlet, and there was a lot of her to blush. To tell the truth, Carol was just as embarrassed.
Sue found a robe and slipped it on. "Go take your shower, then come out and tell me how you feel."
* * * * *
When Carol came out, dressed in the other robe and wearing a towel around her head, Sue was already in bed under the covers. Carol dangled her panties from one finger and looked at them in disgust - wet, somewhat dirty, shampoo in the crotch. She definitely couldn't wear them to bed.
"Guess you'll have to put them in the laundry bag," Sue said. "If this storm keeps up, we may be here for a couple days at least."
"My only pair, too," Carol said sadly.
Sue sat up. "We'll go shopping in the morning if we can. I got your purse packed pretty well. It's on the night table beside you."
Carol opened the hotel room door, put the panties in the laundry bag, returned to her bed and sat on the covers. Sue averted her eyes. Carol took off the robe, put on the long T-shirt, hung the robe up and got under the comforter and a blanket. Each woman shut off her bedside lamp.
The howling wind and driving rain made sleep impossible.
"Sue?"
"Yes, Carol?"
"I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"That's funny ... I thought I had embarrassed you ever so much more. I was just so surprised you used ... those things. Is Roger really that big?"
Carol grinned. "No way. Very few men are, I have no doubt. It's what they do with what they have that's important."
"What does Roger do with what he has?"
"He fills me. He completes me. And you?"
"Linda doesn't fill me, but she makes me become part of her and the other way around. I guess I just wondered how a guy could do so much for a woman. When I was in school, I heard lots of locker talk about guys' things, and it didn't impress me one bit. I'll bet half the girls in my high school graduating class are divorced by now, maybe more than that. Once the big salami lost its appeal, the man did too."
Carol sat up and switched on her light. She began gathering the covers in her arms, gradually building a human-sized form. Sue sat up, switched on her own light, and looked over at Carol.
Carol said softly, "If Roger had the monster thing the girls talked about, I would never have opened up to him. He'd either have been too proud of it or too embarrassed by it. I concentrated on the man. Whether I could cradle him in my arms, or he could cradle me in his, whether we were in sync when we kissed and moved about, whether our minds melded, whether we felt the same touches, the same nerve endings, the same depth of character, a whole bunch of things."
Sue's eyebrows went up. "I could describe Linda in almost exactly those words."
Long pause. Sue continued.
"Do you and he ever have ... oral sex?"
"Not every time, but yes. I just treat his cock like a treasure. I dance my tongue around it, take it in and out again, sometimes vacuum-suck on it, nurse his balls, and sometimes I just put it in front of my nose and admire it."
"How is he on you?"
"He really wants to worship my pussy. I think he tries to avoid the clit because he thinks he'll lick it raw. He'll delve his tongue into my depths, lick the inner and outer lips, wipe his face on my thighs and tummy, and press his tongue hard against the upper wall looking for the G-spot."
Sue sighed. "I have always heard that nobody knows how to make love to a woman like a woman. I know that's true for Linda and me. We do all those things, lick on the clit, suck on the lips ... sometimes she'll spank me with the hairbrush and massage my buns until they get so warm I can't stand it." Sue flashed a wicked grin. "You don't ever spank Tricialeigh, do you?"
Carol shook her head no. "Mom and Dad never spanked me. Lori, my first mom, I don't remember her spanking me either. They genuinely didn't want to hurt me. If I had been a hell-raiser, maybe things would have been different."
Sue replied: "I got quite a few whippings from my dad. He didn't like to do it either, but he was afraid my mom was spoiling me. He finally gave it up when I reached puberty. That was when he started drinking, because he felt more and more out of touch as I got closer to my mom. Daddy's little girl became a woman, and not the woman he expected. The fact that he and Mom were such different people, with pretty much just me in common, made it worse."
Sue sighed. "He grew to hate me, but it was always with sadness and remorse for not being a better dad. I've never hated him. But that was one reason I never dated guys ... I didn't want to marry a guy, have a child, and break up later. I wouldn't be a good mom. I don't know how you do it."
Carol thought for a long time.
"A child is a trial from the moment you know you're carrying one. Tricialeigh is a wonderful girl, but she's going to give me a lot of heartache. If I wasn't 100 percent certain I could be a mom, I would have had my tubes tied or had Roger get a vasectomy, or both. What about you ... has your biological clock been ticking?"
Sue shook her head. "Not mine. Linda's. She's going through menopause. She feels she's too old to adopt, or to have me bear a child through insemination. And she doesn't want anything but the best for a child she'd raise. When your mom worked on that fatal child-abuse case, Linda would come home and cry on my shoulder, just seeing what Pat was going through. We made a pact ... we wouldn't take any steps toward parenting until Linda was reconciled with her own children. You know how long that took. By then ..." Sue took a long time to collect herself ... "I realized I couldn't do it either. I can love other people's kids, but I can't raise my own.
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Keywords: Ball, Costumed,