Made For Sex (31 page)

“I remember saying almost the same thing to Ronnie when we first met. I had always thought of myself as medium brown and average, average, average.”

Fran gazed at Carla's face and perfectly cut and styled auburn hair. “But you're really gorgeous. Me? I think of myself as oatmeal and short.”

“Without makeup and a bit of help with my hair color,” Carla said, running her fingers through her reddish bob, “I'd still be medium brown and average.” Carla leaned forward and looked at Fran. “So much of how you look is attitude. If you think mousey, you'll look mousey. If you think smashing, you'll be smashing. By the way, ‘smashing.' That's a Nicki word. She'd probably use it a lot.” Carla glanced at her watch. “It's almost eleven and I need to make a phone call. I'll be a while.”

Fran took a deep breath. What better time to begin her lessons. “Eileen told me that this is a client.”

“It's a writer friend of mine who claims I'm his inspiration. When he's reached an impasse in something he's written, he leaves a message on my answering machine and I call him at a pre-arranged time. He says it gets his juices flowing in more ways than one.”

The two women laughed and then Carla continued, “He left me a message on Friday asking me to call him this morning at eleven.”

“Does he write erotica? Maybe I know his name.”

“He writes horror. Very bloody stuff. I don't know why he wants an obscene phone call, but he said once that it celebrates life when his writing gets too much into death.”

“Has he had books published?”

“If you want to know his name, I won't tell you. I never give out the names of any of my friends without their permission.”

“I'm sorry. Of course not. I didn't think. So what will you say?”

Carla put her hand on Fran's arm and spoke seriously. “Why don't you listen? It won't embarrass me and he'll never know. Actually, if I told him he'd probably find it hot.”

“No. I couldn't.” But she wanted to.

“Of course you could. Nicki certainly would. It can be your first lesson in being a free spirit.”

Having second and third thoughts, Fran sat silently on the sofa.

Carla pulled a cell phone from her pocketbook, checked her watch, then dialed a number. There was a pause, then Carla's warm laugh. “Good morning, lover…. I'm fine…Yes, very nice, thanks. How was yours?…Great.” She settled back onto the sofa and pulled her legs more tightly beneath her. “What's the theme for today's scene?”

There was a long pause. “You mean you and two women? How interesting. Do you want to watch them play with each other, or just with you.” Carla winked at Fran. “Okay. Tell me how things look? What's happening?…All right. Let's see.”

As Fran watched, Carla stretched her long legs out and propped her feet on the coffee table. She rested her head on the back of the sofa and closed her eyes. “Your name is Ramash and you're in a large room. It's dimly lit with candles in wall niches and torches in holders on the walls. The light flickers making moving shadows everywhere. There's no furniture, just large soft pillows on a multicolored carpet that covers much of the floor. You're standing, dressed in loose-legged soft black pants, leather slippers and nothing else. It's warm and inviting there and you are totally comfortable, knowing what is to come. Do you have the picture, lover?”

She paused. “Good. You stand there for a while, waiting patiently. The air is perfumed with incense and there's soft music coming from somewhere far away.” Carla's laugh was warm. “Yes, lover, that's wonderful. You probably should take off your clothes while you listen. In the room, you wait and then you hear rustling. Two women walk in, dressed in harem outfits, with sheer pants and tiny bolero jackets. Close your eyes, lover, and tell me how they look.”

As Carla listened, Fran pictured the way the women would look if she were writing the story. Tall, one blond and one ravenblack, voluptuous, shapely. Beautiful, with red lips and long slender fingers.

“Oh yes,” Carla said. “I can see them. That's so good.” She almost purrs, Fran thought. “They are so lovely. The tall one approaches and bows. ‘What would you have of me,' she says. The shorter one hangs back. She's tiny and shy, I think. So you wait for a moment, then ask the bold woman her name. ‘My name is Elana,' she says. ‘And your friend?' you ask, pointing to the tiny woman almost devoured by the shadows. ‘Her name is Tyra and this is her first time here.'

“You smile. What could be more wonderful than a tiny female just on the verge of discovering carnal pleasure. Without moving your feet, you stretch out your arm toward Tyra. She's reluctant to come to you. ‘Don't be afraid,' you say. ‘It will be such joy. Come to me.' Slowly she approaches and tentatively takes your outstretched hand.

“Her eyes are on the floor so, when she's close enough you cup her chin and lift her head so she's looking into your eyes. You see how beautiful she is. Tiny, like a precious doll. Her hand is only half the size of yours. You feel you could engulf her, overpower her without trouble but you want her to give herself to you.

“‘Undress her, Elana,' you say and slowly, deliberately, Elana removes Tyra's jacket. Beneath she is naked, her tiny breasts almost nonexistent. Her nipples are large, though, and tightly erect. From excitement or fear? You don't know and it doesn't matter. She will get her pleasure soon. You want to suck those tight nipples, but you also enjoy denying yourself the immediate pleasure.” Carla paused. “Lover, are you hot? Tell me.” She listened, then purred, a low sensuous sound. “Good. But don't be in a hurry. No touching your cock. Not yet…. Sorry. You know the rules. You have to wait until our hero gets his.”

Fran sat, realizing that she was getting excited by the sound of Carla's voice and by the story she was constructing.

“Now where were we?” Carla said. “Oh yes. Elana is removing Tyra's pants. You can see the dark triangle of soft hair at the junction of her thighs. You know it hides a great treasure that you will explore. But first, you tell Elana to remove all of her own clothing. She's tall, with large full breasts and soft blond fur between her legs. ‘Show Tyra how to please me,' you tell Elana. She quickly removes your pants until you are standing naked in the middle of the warm room. She puts a cushion at your feet, kneels and wraps her long fingers around your cock, which is hard and full.”

Carla's deep throaty laugh startled Fran from the scene in the large room. “I'm sure you are, lover, but have patience. It won't be long now.” Fran shook her head. Amazing, she thought. This woman's just fantastic at creating a mood.

“She's holding your cock in her hand and she licks her lips. Then her long pink tongue reaches out and licks the drop of fluid that's leaking from the tip of your big hard penis. God, that feels so good that you almost want to come right then, but you don't. No lover, I'm not going to let you off the hook so fast. You may not come. Now Ramash is standing with this beautiful woman at his feet, but he wants to explore Tyra too so he tells Elana to stop. He moves to a large pile of cushions and spreads them out on the carpet. He stretches out and tells Tyra to lie beside him. She does, her movements tentative. ‘Relax, my little flower,' he tells her, so she closes her eyes and just waits.

“Slowly he runs his large hand over Tyra's tiny body. He strokes her arms, her shoulders, her belly, her legs. He can tell that she's getting excited so he lets the pleasure build, deliberately not touching her in the places that he knows she wants to be touched. When he knows she's becoming aroused, he flicks his tongue over her nipple and smiles as she gasps with pleasure. ‘Yes, dove,' he says, ‘It's wonderful, isn't it?'

“‘Oh yes,' she moans. ‘I didn't know how good it could feel.' You suckle at her tiny breast, feeling her begin to writhe beneath your mouth. Slowly you slide your fingers down her belly and bury them in her soft cleft. You find her clit and it's hard and swollen. You rub it and feel her hips buck, reaching for you.

“All right, lover, how shall Ramash climax? He has to decide. Elana can use her mouth, or would he rather deflower Tyra?…All right. Ramash tells Elana his idea and she nods her understanding. Then he kneels between Tyra's spread thighs and slides his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her off the cushion, positioning her for his mouth. Then he gently spreads her cunt lips with his thumbs and uses the tip of his tongue to tease the tip of her erect clit. ‘You are like nectar,' he says, dipping his tongue into her opening and tasting her juices, which flow freely.

“As he bends over, Elana settles behind him, reaches between his legs and cups his balls. Slowly she massages them while running her index finger up and down his shaft. He's getting so hot now that it's becoming increasingly difficult not to come. Tyra's ready for him, so he allows her body to drop back onto the cushions and positions his painfully hard cock at her entrance. With Elana's hand on his balls, he drives his cock to the hilt inside of Tyra. One small bit of resistance is passed easily and soon Tyra is moving with him as though she's been making love all her life. She's so small that his cock feels like it's tightly encased in the warmest, wettest velvet. Elana positions herself on the cushions with her legs wide so he can see her entire pussy spread before him as he drives into Tyra. ‘Do it for me,' he whispers and then watches as Elana's hand moves between her legs.”

As Fran listened, it was all she could do not to reach between her own legs to satisfy the hunger there. She was as hot as she often got writing her own stories.

“Ramash is about to come, buried deep inside of Tyra. He can feel the orgasm boiling in his belly. Can you feel it, lover?” Again she laughed. “That's good. You may touch it. But try to wait for Ramash. He's close now, watching Tyra's eyes as she learns of pleasure, watching Elana's hand as she pleasures herself. He reaches between his body and Tyra's and rubs her clit. He watches as her orgasm overwhelms her, then he holds still for an instant, feeling the waves of pleasure as Tyra's body clutches at his. Then he can hold back no longer and he lets the waves overtake him. He feels his jism spurt deep inside this wonderfully tight pussy. As he watches Elana's fingers fly over her skin, spurred on by his growls of ecstasy. Then she screams as an orgasm overtakes her as well.”

Carla was silent for a few moments, listening. Then she said. “I'm glad that was so good. I may just have to satisfy myself, too. You're not the only one who's gotten hot here.”

And you two aren't the only ones either, Fran thought, shifting position and rubbing her thighs together. She looked at Carla, who seemed to have forgotten her presence. If I could only be that free about sex….

“Okay, lover,” Carla said. “Call me soon.” She pressed a button on the phone and slowly sat up and looked at Fran. “Phew. Doing that always makes me hot.”

“You're terrific at it,” Fran said.

“I've been doing it a long time and I know what my friends like. Exciting, isn't it? And I enjoy it so much.”

“And you get paid?”

“I'll charge my friend's credit card $300 for that little interlude.”

Fran swallowed hard. “Three hundred dollars? I'm in the wrong business.”

“Anytime you want to give it a try, I have plenty of friends who get off on phone sex. And they are always interested in something, or someone, new.”

Fran took a deep breath, dragging herself down from the sexual peak. “I think I'd be too embarrassed to do what you just did.”

“But would Nicki?” When Fran hesitated, Carla continued. “Never mind. Let me take some time and play with your makeup. I'll also make an appointment for you with Jean-Claude tomorrow sometime. He's the miracle worker who did wonders for me when I first decided to do this. I'll tell him what we're going for and then you two can figure something out.”

“Great,” Fran said.

“There's still the bigger question here, though,” Carla said, sitting forward and looking at Fran. “We've said that Nicki's a woman of the world. How far do you want to go?”

Fran wanted to pretend that she didn't understand the question, but she did. How far did she want to go? She remained silent for a few moments while shards of thought formed and reformed in her mind. She wanted it all, she realized. She wanted to learn, to become Nicki, to understand the more unusual things. “You know,” she said finally, “all my stories, hot as they are, involve straight, heterosexual, one on one sex. Although
The Love Flower
is really erotic, there's nothing out of the ordinary boy-girl things.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“Because that's all I know about. I've got a vivid imagination, but an imagination can only take you so far.” She looked at Carla. She had only known her for two days and she felt like she could tell her anything. “I want to experience it all.” Phew. She'd said it. She'd agreed to let this super-experienced woman teach her about sex. “Did I really say that?”

“Yes, you did. If that's what you want, then there are several ways to go about it. I have a friend. Actually he's an ex-customer. He's urbane, very suave, and sexy as hell. He's not gorgeous but he sure as hell turns me on. If you like, I can set you two up one evening this week.”