“When did you ever see it?” His wife asked. “Not counting pornos. I
mean in real life? Being right there?”
“Well, I used to drive for those girls that worked bachelor parties
for one. It was practically a given at any decent party. A girlon girl action is expected.” He said.
“Decent?”
“You know what I mean. It’s like porn films used to be, the mainstay
of the party.” He told her.
“I thought they were just strippers. You never told me they did that.”
“Well, they’re called strippers no matter what they do as long as
they’re naked.”
“I didn’t even know they got naked.” She said. “We’ve had so-called
strippers come by our office for birthday parties. They never actually
got naked. What else is there that I ought to know about these
strippers?”
“Nothing. You know too much already.” He said only half kidding.
“It’s too late to dummy up now. Besides I’m not mad, just surprised.”
“The only time I really, REALLY, got turned on was with Candy and
Mandy. We worked together a lot. They worked, I drove— just so you
don’t get any ideas. They were just getting to know each other at the
time and we stopped in after the last show of the night at Candy’s
place just to quell out.
“I’m drinking a beer and they’re sharing a joint just listening to
some jazz station and hanging loose talking– me in a chair and them
on a love seat. The lights are low and it’s a real mellow scene. Just
nice, you know, nice.
“I got a little too mellow I guess and nodded off. When I came around
Candy was just telling Mandy how much she liked working with her. How
she liked working with her better than any of the other girls. How she
was the only girl she really ever felt comfortable with, you know,
going down on.
“They starting kissing and fondling and pretty soon Candy was down on
Mandy. For real now. Off the clock. And it was just so mellow so
beautiful so, so — just so honest and open and beautiful.
“It was like a stage play in reverse. Instead of rehearsing in private
for the big show before a paying crowd, it was like they had practiced
before the paying crowd and now the real performance, the one that
counted, was private, just for them.
“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be in Mandy’s consciousness
at that moment. She was so relaxed. So super-ultra relaxed, not like
Zenned out, but so completely fully into what was going on and fully
cool with it. Those zen masters seem to block everything out but Mandy
was like she let everything IN. Totally unself-conscious but fully
conscious too, you know what I mean?
“And talk about Zen— when walking, WALK when sitting, SIT above all
do not wobble— these chicks didn’t wobble. Candy went down on Mandy
like it was her sole purpose in life. Completely focused and giving.
She gave every bit of herself to soothing Mandy’s soul, licking every
last bit of tension from her body, turning her bones soft, melting her
down to a puddle of pure satisfaction.
“Mandy didn’t get prissy about it or let it go to her head like she
was better than Candy or had the upper hand or something. She wanted
to go with the moment and she went. She let Candy express what they
were both feeling. She had to feel for both of them. Mandy’s licking
was a sexual, sensual, work of art. I could see it. I could feel it.
Without a word Mandy validated every touch of Candy’s tongue, every
movement, every lick.
“Mandy looked into Candy’s eyes as if to say, “Yes. Me too.”. They
weren’t madly in love. They weren’t starting an affair. They weren’t
concerned with anything outside of that particular moment, anything
other than eating and being eaten and enjoying the experience of being
two women who cared for each other in a deeply emotional way and
expressing it to each other.
“It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Did they know you were watching?”
“I don’t think so. I never let on and we never talked about it but I
felt honored that they were comfortable enough around me to do that
even if they thought I was sleeping.”
“You old goat. How come you never told me about this before?” his wife
wanted to know.
“I never really thought of it.” He lied. “It was a long time ago.”
After thirty years of marriage they’d made love in every conceivable
way he could think of, and they’d enjoyed doing it. They loved each
other very much. But still… he felt something was missing… not
much, but something. The memory of Candy and Mandy haunted him. He
wanted to share a moment like they had with his wife just once if he
could.
Maybe sharing the memory of that moment would set the stage for
creating a moment like that of their own.
