Vivian and Angela spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon in Vivian's bed. They engaged in all kinds of non stop lesbian lovemaking. Cunnilingus and anilingus; strap-on fucking both vaginally and anally; tribbing and fisting. Not to mention kissing and fingering, stimulating each other's breasts and clits; 'G' spots as well. The sex was so intense that Vivian's continuous pain from her throbbing ass as a result of Angela's brutal spanking, although discernable, was essentially muted vis à vis her pleasurable sensations.
Finally during late afternoon, their lusts and passion were satiated, at least momentarily. To avoid the temptation of prolonging their afternoon delights they showered separately; Vivian first to allow her time to prepare a delicious meal while Angela showered. Although presumably completely satisfied from their marathon sexual activity they still remained naked in each other's company displaying no inclination to clothe themselves even in a robe. Vivian though did sit on a pillow to ward off the continuous throbbing pain in her ass emanating from Angela's spanking.
Angela once again enjoyed and thoroughly savored Vivian's cooking. Vivian whipped up a spaghetti dinner with a salad and garlic bread; accompanied by a wonderful Merlot. Vivian's pasta sauce which had been previously prepared from scratch made the meal memorable. They both ate with gusto as neither one of them was unduly concerned about their weight. Since the intimacy of their lovemaking was so gratifying, their conversation was free and easy. Despite the fact that they had been strangers to each other less than twenty-four hours previous, their conversation while describing their lives to each other was not awkward in the least. Instead it was full of candor akin to that of close friends.
In addition to recounting their sexual experiences they also revealed their non sexual past as well. Angela was able to relate, that she grew up in a relatively well to do family from Connecticut; maybe not filthy rich, but certainly not hurting for money either. Her father had amassed a sizeable fortune as a hedge fund manager on Wall Street. And when he died, her mother in addition to inheriting his acquired wealth also received substantial proceeds from life insurance policies he had maintained. Consequently her mother was financially independent, and spent her time traveling all over the globe.
Angela's two older sisters had no issues with their affluence. They both had duly finished their education in accordance with their father's wishes, and had married appropriate to their station in life. They both settled in Manhattan as their husbands pursued high powered careers in the 'Big Apple'. The oldest sister had given birth to a boy while the other one was likely to becomes pregnant for the first time in the very near future if she already isn't.
Unlike her sisters, Angela bristled against their family lifestyle. She found it too confining and stilted. She was a romantic at heart, and wished to experience what she considered the 'real' world. Her peers did not seem to be authentic people as they were concerned solely with artificial material gains. Her female peers in particular seemed to be empty headed. Their only concern was to maintain their physical appearances to maximum allurement so as to ensure they would marry advantageously into the high society of New York and or in New England. With such mindset Angela found little in common with them and hence had issues in getting along with her acquaintances.
At this point in Angela's recounting of her life, Vivian protested her criticism of that perceived superficial lifestyle as opposed to the presumed laid back attitude of the society of the Midwest:
"Wait a minute, I seem to be, by your definition, as callous and as gold digging a bitch as any of your previous acquaintances seemed to have been. After all I'm in college with the main goal to escape the tedium of farm living and to become a lawyer, hopefully a rich one. My ambition seems to be similar; to enter your disdained world comprised of dilettantes."
Angela replied:
"Ah but that's the point Vivian. You are nevertheless different, and by the way vive la différence. You are a farmer's daughter after all, and so by definition you must be authentic. If there were ever to occur a nuclear war where only the fittest were to survive you would be among them. Whereas I and my ninny friends would perish quickly, since we wouldn't know how to feed ourselves from what was left in the nuclear wastelands."
Vivian scoffed:
"I'm pretty sure that my perceived ability to survive a nuclear holocaust, will not be of much advantage in high society."
"Perhaps not! But it will make you the most interesting person in any societal gathering."
Vivian decided to change the focus back to learning of Angela's past:
"So how did you find yourself here in Wisconsin away from the trendy sophisticated lifestyle of the well to do in New England?"
"Well my father was definitely a domineering figure in our family. He dictated the lives of my sisters and myself. I was destined to go to either Vassar, Wellesley, or Radcliffe duplicating the life pattern set for my sisters. However near the end of my junior year at the all girls posh private boarding school that I was attending in Connecticut, my father suddenly died of a heart attack. I was naturally grieved by his death, but there was no denying that I was thus freed from his influence and dominance in my life. Since my mother couldn't care less what I would do, I was now able to pursue a lifestyle more to my liking."
"So what made you choose to come to Wisconsin?"
"I believe the Midwest of the United States is where you find the real genuine Americans; the kind of people I really would want to associate with. I sent out applications to the Universities of Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, Kansas and Nebraska. Wisconsin was the first one to accept me, and so here I am."
"And so in your experience have you found the people here in Wisconsin to be 'genuine Americans'?" Here Vivian made the quotation sign. Angela decided to respond in her most thoughtful manner in describing her feelings:
"I guess 'genuine American' means different things to different people. My father would have and my sisters' husbands certainly do consider themselves as successful genuine Americans. My father's life credo in particular was paraphrasing the famous football cliché of Coach Vince Lombardi: 'Making money and becoming rich isn't everything; it's the only thing.'
"Now I believe my father paid a heavy price for his life long pursuit of accumulating wealth. Obviously he had sex with my mother, and probably with various other women as well. Still knowing him, I could sense that succeeding in the business world was more important to him than any feelings of love or intimacy.
