(Note: In the "note" in Part 1, I said that Part 2 would be Chapters Four through Seven, but actually, it's Chapters Three through Seven. Sorry about that.)
Chapter Three
Rachel Carlson stopped pedaling the stationary bike and looked over at Jackie, who was in recovery mode on the rowing machine. "You've got to be shitting me!" she exclaimed. "I want you to tell me every fucking juicy detail."
Jackie had just casually mentioned that the Erikson twins had fucked her brains out the night before. She and Rachel, her best friend in Cougarville—and secretly her lover—were down in Jackie's basement doing high intensity interval training. A squall line had moved in from the West and it had been raining hard, off and on, since before daylight.
"Nice mouth for a preacher's wife," Jackie laughed. "Come on, we've got five more sets to go, then I'll tell you all the juicy details."
Rachel Carlson was the wife of John Carlson, the preacher of the Savior of the Ozarks Lutheran Church in Cougarville. She was a tall woman at five feet, eleven inches, and slender. She'd been nearly anorexic before she met Jackie and Jackie had convinced her to eat paleo-style and exercise properly, which meant a lot of long walks, some high intensity intervals like they were doing now and, of course, picking up and setting down heavy things. Jackie's gym in the basement of her house had it all and it came in handy on rainy days like today, otherwise, she and Rachel would be running sprints at the high school track.
After two years of following Jackie's diet and exercise advice, the once, pale, fragile, sickly-looking Rachel was toned and tanned. She had muscle definition and was both strong and fast. She had a narrow body so her 32C breasts looked good on her, especially since they were still firm, never having had any children.
After finishing their "sprints" on their respective machines, Jackie and Rachel finished off with a low-intensity cool-down period then went upstairs to the kitchen to have a smoothie that Jackie had already blended up for them.
"Okay, Jackie," Rachel said after taking a big gulp of her smoothie, "did you really have sex with the Erikson twins. "Oh dear God, I would love to do that."
Jackie smiled at her friend. She loved Rachel, and she was still trying to decide just how much she loved her, they were lovers, however, and had been for the last five years. Rachel had warm brown eyes and unmanageable curly brown hair, like a soft, fragrant cloud around her head. She had a pretty face, her smile was killer, and her personality was so soft and sweet that no one, not even her husband, realized just what a strong libido she had. No one but Jackie, that is. Jackie had recognized it in Rachel almost immediately and, being bi-sexual, she slowly worked on seducing her.
When Rachel had finally admitted her strong, almost uncontrollable, sexual urges to Jackie, Jackie had deftly led her into a sexual relationship with her. Rachel had exploded and the sex had been unbelievably good for both women but especially for Rachel. The sex between them was still strong and good. But, of course, living in a small town and, also, since Rachel's husband was a well-respected preacher, they had to be extra careful when and where they met for their love-making.
"Okay," Jackie began. "Yesterday the boys were doing my lawn... ."
"And you realized that you wanted them to do you," Rachel interrupted with a laugh.
"Well, yeah, kind of. Actually, I've wanted them to do me, as you put it, for a long time, but they just recently turned eighteen. If I were going to get caught in a scandal in Small-Town, U.S.A., I definitely didn't want it to be a criminal act too."
Rachel nodded and drank more of her smoothie.
"Anyway," Jackie continued, "when they finished and came up on the porch to get paid, I got them a glass of lemonade and, you know, turned away from them and bent over to set the tray down on that little table on the front porch. I was only wearing my black sports bra and those tiny little black shorts I have, pretty sure they would be able to see my camel toe from behind. Then I told them that I didn't have any cash. You know how they like to be paid in cash?"
Rachel nodded. That's how she always paid them. They were her lawn maintenance guys, too.
"So I told them to come back around nine at night and, well, wink-wink, nod-nod, park in the alley next to the garage."
Rachel laughed. "So they knew what you were up to."
"Oh yeah, those boys aren't stupid."
"So what happened when they showed up?"
"I met them in the kitchen. You know that Chris has his Friday night poker game and never gets home before one or two in the morning so we had plenty of time." Jackie went on to tell Rachel just what happened in minute detail.
"Oh fuck!" Rachel exclaimed when Jackie finished her story. "Now you've gone and made me all horny. My pussy's wet."
Jackie laughed. "Oh hell, honey, you're horny all the time," she said.
"Yeah," Rachel sighed, slumping over on the kitchen island, "that's true. But you really did double penetration with them, and not just once but twice?"
"Mm-hmm," Jackie answered as she swallowed the last of her smoothie. "Well, since they were twins and used to sharing, I thought it only right that they both get a chance at my ass."
Both Rachel and Jackie laughed.
"I want to do that," Rachel said, "double penetration. Oh God yes, I want to do that. And with the Erikson twins? Oh my, the very thought is making me super horny." Then she sat up straight. "Shower time?" she asked, hopefully.
"But, of course," Rachel," Jackie said. "Telling you about last night has my pussy wet too."
In the shower, after a good rinsing of their sweaty bodies in all the nooks and crannies, they turned off the water. Rachel went down on her knees. Jackie leaned back against the wall and put one leg up on the built-in seat. She smiled down at Rachel. Rachel smiled up at Jackie then began licking her pussy. Rachel liked licking pussy. No, scratch that. She loved licking pussy. That didn't make her a lesbian, though. Because she knew she loved dick as much as she loved pussy. The problem was, the only dick she'd been getting for the last few years, other than the once a month from her husband, sometimes, was the strap-on that Jackie had.
Rachel's husband was a pale, thin, flabby, near-vegan minister who had read that by restricting his calories he would live longer. Rachel wondered why a preacher of God would be so concerned about living longer rather than living more enjoyably. One of the side effects of a calorie-restricted diet was low testosterone. John Carlson had a very weak libido. He was also forty-nine year old, nine years older than Rachel.
But the problem between Rachel and her husband had begun long before she'd met Jackie. First of all, she found out after they'd been married, that he'd had a serious car accident as a teenager. It almost took his life. When he survived, he gave his life over to the Lord. But the accident also made him sterile; the damage to his groin had been severe and could not be fixed. As a graduating high school girl she fell in love with Pastor John. No scratch that. She fell in love with him when she heard his commencement speech to her graduating class. It was all about true love and staying together and leaving it all up to the Lord.
Rachel, of course, had been raised as a Christian and had swallowed all of the claptrap that came with the Christian religion, including pure, true, monogamous love. Unfortunately, as she came to find out, human nature really didn't work that way. Some people like sex a lot, others not so much. It was more of finding the right person to match your own libido. She also came to realize that sex for the pure carnal pleasure of sex was not evil. It, too, was human nature. The person to fully open her eyes to what she was already suspecting was her best friend, Jackie.
"Ah! Yes!" Jackie gasped. Rachel had been a good student and knew just how to push all of Jackie's sexual buttons with her mouth and tongue. "Oh fuck! Oh yes! Oh Rachel, Rachel! Oh God yes, Rachel," Jackie gasped again and then she was coming, thrusting her pussy against Rachel's greedy mouth. It was so good, so good.
Rachel held on to Jackie's hips, her face pressed into her pussy as Jackie's orgasm peaked then faded. Then she stood up, smiling. She embraced her lover and kissed her fully on the mouth, letting Jackie taste her own pussy on her tongue. She knew Jackie liked that.
Jackie turned Rachel and herself around and grinned at her. "My turn, lover," she said. Then Jackie went to her knees and began licking and sucking on Rachel's pussy. She slipped a finger into Rachel, just like the Erikson twins had done to her the night before, and began stimulating Rachel's g-spot.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Jackieeeeee!" Rachel cried out a few moments later as she began an intense, body-shaking orgasm.
Both women got out of the shower and toweled off, wrapping their hair in towels also. In bed they began kissing and caressing each other, moaning with pleasure as a hand or finger caressed between wet pussy lips, or a mouth capture a nipple, teeth biting down on it and tugging on it. They got into the classic sixty-nine position, with Jackie on top and began lapping at each other's pussies. The towels on their heads had fallen off by now and the feeling of their wet hair brushing gently against their skin added a nuanced pleasure to what they were doing.
When Jackie had first seduced her, Rachel had felt so sinful. She was, after all, a minister's wife and she wasn't supposed to have sex with anyone but him and especially not a woman. And yet, at the same time, she had been so very turned-on and excited. The orgasms Jackie had given her—she'd had three the first time Jackie and she made love—had been the best, most intense, orgasms of her life, so much better than the ones she got when making love to her husband, if she got one, even better than when she masturbated to her wildest imaginations, which included making love to a woman and, most shocking of all, to black men.
