Chapter 10
Carla sat down in the locker room and took off her sneakers. "You played with unusual enthusiasm today," she said. "You really had me running all over the court."
"First time I beat you," Roxy said, "and it feels good."
"Don't gloat too soon, I'll get you the next time."
They went into the shower room, and saw that only one shower was vacant.
"What do we do," Carla said, "flip to see who gets it first?"
"I don't have a coin," Roxy replied, "and neither do you. Come on, we can shower together. I won't assault you."
"Nothing is going my way today," Carla laughed.
They showered and dressed and walked down the street to a small restaurant and sat outside under a big umbrella and had big salads and wine and fresh-baked bread.
"So," Roxy said between bites, "how's life treating you?"
"Terrible," Carla replied. "I can't even remember how to spell sex, let alone what it is."
"I feel for you," Roxy laughed, "but I can't quite reach you. Larry is after me all the time. If he wasn't, I'd be after him."
"Wise ass," Carla grumbled. "You're younger than I am, my tits are bigger than yours, and I've got a lot more sexual experience. So, how is that you landed such a wonderful guy?"
"I really don't know, Carla. Believe me, I never expected to find such a dynamite guy, and I thank my lucky stars every night before I go to sleep."
"You'd better do more than that, honey, or some girl with fire in her eyes and the soul of a whore will come along and take him away from you."
"He says I've got the soul of a whore and I know I've got fire in my eyes," Roxy replied, "so he has no reason to be tempted by other girls. I give him everything he wants, and then some. He doesn't even have to ask, I'm always thinking of new and different things to do with him. I didn't know much when we met, but I'm learning fast. Do the guys you date go down on you?"
"Honey, some of them don't even want to boff me! More often than not, they want me to blow them, but they have no interest in going down on me. Even if they do, all I usually get is a quick lick. Why did you change the subject so abruptly?"
"I wasn't aware that I had changed it," Roxy said. "Larry loves to eat my pussy, and he does it so well. My clit gets so sensitive, I nearly lose my mind when he licks it."
"Honey, if you're trying to make me jealous, you're succeeding."
"Have you ever made it with a girl?"
Carla shook her head. "Not really. I've done a trio with another a guy and another girl a few times, and we kissed and fooled around with each other, but I've never licked a pussy. I've never even stuck my finger in one, besides my own, I mean, and I've never been licked by a girl. How about you?"
"I've never even been in a threesome," Roxy said, "of any kind."
"You don't have to be in a threesome to get it on with another girl. Are you trying to put the make on me?"
"No," Roxy said. "Larry wants to watch another girl go down on me, and I guess I'm just trying to talk it through and see how I feel. Sort of thinking out loud, I guess."
"Is that all he wants, to watch a girl go down on you? He doesn't want you to eat her?"
"He said I didn't have to."
"Are you going to give him what he wants?"
Roxy smiled wistfully. "I was going to say that I don't know, but that isn't true. I promised him that I would do anything he wanted, as long as it wasn't painful or degrading, so I guess it's only a question of when and with whom." She took a sip of wine and looked off in the distance a moment. "I wonder what a pussy tastes like."
Carla's heart beat a little faster. Was it possible that she might get her wish and get into a tangle with Roxy? "If you're curious, you must be thinking about eating one," she said.
"Well, I think I could, under the right circumstances. I like to lick Larry's cock right after he fucks me, when his cock is all wet and sticky, and I've tasted my pussy on his mouth after he eats me, but that isn't the same as licking a pussy. Even if I did decide to find out if I'm bisexual, the first time I try it has to be with Larry. I wouldn't deprive him of that pleasure."
"Too bad," Carla said, "it might be fun to try it with each other. Right now, I mean. We could go over to my place."
Roxy smiled and shook her head. "You sounded gloomy when you called, and you don't sound much better now. Want to talk about it, instead of my problem?"
"I don't think you've got a problem," Carla laughed. "My company furloughed me Thursday, for two weeks. I've got vacation time coming, but I didn't want to use it that way."
"Bummer," Roxy said. "If it will help, you can come over and use our pool any time you want. You can even pretend you're at a nude resort. I'm sure Larry would spread some sand around so you can pretend you're at the beach, if that would help."
"Thanks, you're a good friend. I just might, use your pool, I mean. I don't know about pretending that I'm at a nude resort, but you don't have to spread sand around in any case. Maybe I ought to pretend that I have a boyfriend while I'm at it. I threw Jim out Thursday night."
'Two jolts in one day," Roxy said.
"Oh, I knew it was coming, I just didn't expect it the day I had already gotten bad news. The past couple of months, I thought I was in a bad marriage. All he wanted to do was sit around and swill beer and stare at the tube and whine because I make more money. When I let him move in with me, I didn't know he was such a moody ass-hole. I really don't have much luck with guys. I even considered giving up on them and finding a nice girl to live with me."
"You considered it, but didn't do it," Roxy said. "What changed your mind?"
Carla leaned back in her chair and snickered.
"I fucked hell out of myself with a vibrator, and realized that I couldn't get by without a cock."
"Well, that's one way to do it. You need cheering up. Why don't you come over tonight and have dinner with Larry and me?"
"Oh, you don't have to take me under your wing, honey. I'll be okay. I've struggled through worse times. Besides, I don't know how I'd feel, being mothered by a younger girl."
"Oh, I don't intend to take you under my wing," Roxy laughed, "and I'm certainly not going to mother you. Larry-likes you, and he-likes to be around pretty girls."
"I'll put on a big smile and stick my tits out," Carla laughed.
"That would be right up his alley."
"Honey, I don't mean any offense, but you can't cook worth a damn," Carla said. "I'm really not up to struggling through one of your meals."
"No offense taken," Roxy laughed. "Larry says that I have other attributes. Come on over anyway. We'll work something out. I can always order something sent in. Italian, maybe, Larry-likes Italian."
"Honey, do you realize that you're talking to a girl of Italian ancestry who grew up learning to cook all the traditional dishes? What's Larry favorite?"
"He loves Veal Marsala, and he's always bitching that he can't find a restaurant that does it justice."
"Well," Carla said, "how about that? It's my favorite too, and I guarantee he'll like mine."
"Maybe we've got a lot more in common than I thought," Roxy said. "Tell me what to get, and I'll go to the store right now."
"Oh, honey, don't even think of getting what I need in a supermarket. What I don't have at home, I'll get from the little market where I shop."
"I hate for you to drag everything over to our place."
"No sweat, honey. I've done it before, for guys who didn't appreciate the effort. Doing it for somebody who knows what good Italian food is will be a pleasure."
"You're talking about Larry, not me. I eat my own cooking, and anybody who can do that doesn't know good food from bad."
"After tonight, you will," Carla said.
"Well, at least let me get the wine."
"I'll bring everything we need, honey. You just set the table with your best tablecloth and china and light the candles. If we're going to give that wonderful husband of yours a treat, we're going to do it right."
Roxy was sure Carla didn't know what a treat she had in mind for her husband.