*The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man.
CHAPTER TWO - CUMMING TO KNOW
Linda was a bit nervous as she waited for Maggie to show up with "the book." She wondered if she was doing the right thing. She admired Maggie for having a certain sense of self apart from the other women she knew.
She along with the rest were defined by their roles as "housewives." Their entire day was mapped out for them by the traditional roles they played as wives and mothers as ever the case may be. Linda's day started by getting up and seeing to it her husbands clothes were ready, his morning coffee was brewed and his clothes were hanging neatly for him to get dressed.
Then she'd prepare his breakfast and wait for him to appear at the kitchen table. The television was her time keeper. Greg, her husband, would be downstairs just as the morning news was reporting the weather. Like clockwork, she could count on it.
"Now that's the job I need" he was often known to repeat as if it was news to Linda. "That guy has a 50-50 chance of being right and if he is wrong..."
"No one will fire him" Linda finished his sentence routinely.
"Exactly!" Greg would proclaim. "If I don't get it right just one time, just one time they want my balls." He liked to see her blush when he said the word "balls." He'd then sip his coffee and his breakfast was served.
"So what do you have going on today Kitten" he ask as if he cared or better yet, as if he didn't already know. But today he would have guessed wrong.
"Well I'm having my sister pick up the kids kind of early"
"What? Pick up the kids?" her husband questioned.
"Yes she agreed to watch them for me."
"What? Well that is news to me, why is that?"
"Well hun, I have a lot of housework to get done today and Yvette offered to watch the kids so they aren't under foot"
"Oh" Greg said implying his approval. "Yeah I guess."
"She'll bring them back after "Days of Our Lives."
"Oh OK" he said so very disinterested and not knowing what that meant exactly.
The "Soaps" and other TV shows was how she was able to keep track of time, he'd never understand her housewife system but for her it worked. Greg finished his breakfast, drained his coffee cup and with a peck on Linda's cheek was out the door just as Willard Scott was wishing Annabelle Murphy a Happy 94th Birthday. Just like clockwork.
Yvette and the kids were out the door just before "As The World Turns" came on. Maggie showed up half way through it. A freshly brewed pot of coffee and Linda was waiting for her. Patiently waiting for her. Something was different about it all. Linda could feel it in her bones. She wasn't sure what was going to be said or how she would say it. Maggie took the lead.
"Well I brought the book, but I have to tell you it is really not that hot."
"What do you mean?"
"Well like I said a man can't tell us anything about sex"
"But he's a doctor"
"He's just another spare prick walking around just like most of them that haven't got a clue"
Linda knew from this point on she had to let Maggie tell her what she had no idea of. After all, Maggie "knows" things she had no idea of.
"Maggie are you off today?"
"Aaaa I could use a break so I called off"
"Really, won't you get in trouble?"
"Fuck 'em, they need me and they know it and they know I know it. Let those pencil neck pricks say something, I wish they would. Fuck 'em"
Linda tried hard not to look as embarrassed as she felt by the way her friend talked.
"So anyway Toots what is it you think you need help with?"
"Well frankly I don't know how to put it"
"Come on, we can talk just us girls, which frankly is what the book is really all about. Finally Nancy Friday had the balls to let women say what the fuck is really on their minds"
Women... with "the balls" Linda was even more embarrassed by the term then when Greg said it routinely.
"Come on tell me what's on your mind, I'm your friend"
"Wellllll this isn't easy for me but I read just the first chapter"
"Oh yeah JOHNNY UNITE US" Maggie exclaimed.
"Yes the woman at a football game and then a stranger is putting his thing between her legs..."
"No deary, a stranger is putting his "COCK" between her legs, not his thing"
"Right, that thing"
"Linda you are a grown woman, little boys have "things", men, a man has a COCK... it isn't the same."
Linda was feeling the same flush she felt when she opened the book. The same wetness was beginning to happen between her legs. She was even more confused as to what it all meant. Maggie saw her face go scarlet.
"Let me ask you something. Forget the book for a minute. As you were growing up, only you know, after you had your period for the first time, didn't you get... well feelings in your pussy?"
"My what?"
"Your pussy Sweety, you do have one you know"
"Oh Maggie I don't know maybe I made a mistake to bring this up"
"Listen Sweety there is nothing to be ashamed of. You have a pussy, a cunt. Like it or not it is what you a full blooded grown ass woman has "down there" Honey. Like Areatha says "Let's call this song exactly what it is" Maggie said so very bluntly.