From all indications, the day was not going to be unusually different than many other days. Jackie and Carol had been next door neighbors and close friends for many years. Countless times before, like today, they had gotten together at one or the other's house starting in the late morning to enjoy a few hours of each other's company. They laughed, cried, bitched, commiserated and otherwise shared the events and issues of these two individuals and their close families. As close women will do, there were few personal secrets between them. Many very personal conversations had already taken place on many provocative subjects with maybe just a few of the details left out.
On this occasion they were at Jackie's home. It was a warm southern California spring day with a gentle breeze performing its climatic magic on this affluent coastal home. The two very attractive woman, one 30 and the other 31, chatted blissfully, enjoying the beautiful day bikini-clad and poolside. The two women were much alike physically in terms of height, weight and physique. They were also both the beneficiaries of a very kind aging process aided by reasonable eating habits and regular but non-fanatical exercise.
Where they differed most was in their personalities. Carole, a former manager at a public relations firm, was the more reserved of the two, more unsure and cautious. She usually dressed with a more tailored style. She kept her hair above her shoulders and always neatly in place. Jackie's former career in modeling and dancing highlighted her more carefree, vivacious and open personality. Depending on her mood, she dressed in many styles, on occasion, several at a time! Her hair was longer, always attractive but always with that free-spirit wind-tossed look.
The two sat in adjacent lounge chairs beside the pool, deep-soaking in the warm sun, and talked with their eyes closed. Their arms were held away from their bodies. It looked as if they were preparing for ascension to the sun that was licking at their already tanned forms. The gentle breeze generated a soothing rustling sound through the comb of the fully leafed trees before it tickled its way down their semi-naked bodies from head to foot. The two women welcomed the sensation on both the covered and uncovered portions of their skin.
The several glasses of chilled premium Chardonnay had motivated a spirited conversation on a wide variety of topics. Eventually, like these conversations tend to do, it turned to family, husbands and their relationships. The comparing of notes was common and generally expected. Their marriages were long, sound and loving so there were no touchy subjects. The talk was quite candid and rarely was there any outright complaining. It was more like a mutual calibration. Today was one of those days. They giggled and joked about stereotypical male failings and meandered into a discussion about how their husbands were so preoccupied with sex and whether this was a unique situation or applied to men in general.
"I swear", Carole mockingly complained, "that man would poke me day and night, any time, any place if he could!"
"Oh I know what you mean! So would Mark if he could", Jackie quipped. "Me I mean, he'd poke me!"
The two girls laughed and giggled some more.
Carole took the tenor just a bit to the more serious side. "...and Ron is just a maniac when it comes to oral sex. I don't get it. I'm not sure he likes it. I think we have plenty of oral sex but when we're finished, there is always something lurking in the background, like it wasn't good enough."
In a bad German accent attempting to emulate Dr. Ruth, Jackie replied, "Hmmm. Verrry interesting. Zats a goot schtart. Tell doctor Jackie more."
"Oh cut it out! You know what I mean, don't you? It's like it is good enough not to complain about and he doesn't want to hurt my feelings but there is something that just isn't right?"
"Ok, Carole but what are we talking about here. Which oral sex are you referring to? You taking care of him or him taking care of you?" Jackie couldn't keep a serious tone for more that a moment so she added, "We are keeping up with are feminine hygiene aren't we girl?"
"Oh GOD! You bitch!" She leaned over at smacked Jackie's arm in feigned anguish. "Geeze! No. I mean when I do it him. There must be something that I'm leaving out or...oh, I don't know!"
"Ok. Let's tackle this scientifically. What are we dealing with? Are you a little kisser or a deep throater? A swallower or a spitter?" she said with a snickering grin on her face.
"Aw my God Jackie! You are something else! Nothing shocks you does it? I am nothing like you."
"Well I'm sure there are things that do shock me but this is certainly a long way from it."
The best friends were now sitting on the edge of their lounges facing each other and talking pretty intently. They were trying rather unsuccessfully to get their hands around the heart of the matter. Between the effects of the wine and Carole's inability or unwillingness to express herself plainly and blatantly, not much progress was being made. Carole, in a very obscure and probably subconscious way, was trying to extract suggestions from Jackie on how to improve her ability to please her husband. Finally, after twenty minutes of confusing talk, Jackie finally pieced together what it was that Carole was looking for.
"Would you like me to tell you what I do to Mark? That way you can see if there is anything you might like to try on Ron."
"Ok", Carole replied sheepishly.
"Damn, girl! You could have just come right out and said it! It would have saved a lot of silly guessing!"
To punctuate the revelation and an indulgent attempt to rattle Carole further, Jackie leaned across the gap in the chairs between them and with their noses almost touching, Carole felt Jackie's wine scented breath as she whispered, "Would you want me to describe how I take Mark's nice long hard dick between my lips and deep into my mouth. Do you want me to tell you how I use my tongue to lick his cock until he spurts warm sticky cum into my very eager mouth."
Carole dropped the wine glass, shattering it on the pool pavement.
"Then, if you learn something new, you are going to be dying until Ron comes home and you are going to ravish him with your mouth."
"Jackie!" Carole stammered. "You are one crazy women! Well yes, I guess so but how can you talk dirty like that so easily! I have trouble even THINKING like that!"
"That's it! That's you trouble right there! You've got to completely give into the moment. Here, come with me."
Jackie took Carole's hand and kept talking as she led her into the cooler house.
"Why are you holding back? Let yourself go! Be free to really enjoy it all. Everything in life should be that way, not just sex but since it is sex we are talking about, you have just got to let go more. Ron loves you very much and would never do anything to hurt you. You can completely let your inhibitions go when you are with him. Feel safe. It's OK to be vulnerable."
Jackie led her dazed friend through the first floor of the house until they were in a room that served as a den and cozy multimedia room. Two rows of tan leather sofas faced a huge blank video screen. When in use, images of superb quality were displayed, emanating from a hidden projector on the opposite wall. As throughout the rest of the house, tasteful classical music could be heard from undetectable sources. Rich cherrywood shelves lined the walls on either side of the screen from waist level to the nine foot ceiling and held many volumes on a wide variety of subjects. Below them were lateral wood panels that served as the fronts of pull out drawers. Carole sat and was absorbed by the center of the front sofa while Jackie kept up her monologue while she searched through one of the drawers. Jackie's fine smooth and tanned bottom, covered minimally by the tiny bright yellow bikini, swayed facing Carole as the search continued.
"I think I have the right approach. Damn. Where is that thing? First, never be in a hurry. No aspect of sex and especially this one should be performed like a race complete with a starting signal and a finish line. Trust me. If it's all done right, it will finish to everyone's complete satisfaction. Nope, this isn't it."
"What are you looking for Jackie?"
"Ah, here it is." She turned and stood in the middle of the room and continued her preamble. She held and waved a tape in her hand without initially mentioning it. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements exaggerated by the passion to convey her message.
"Look. Giving head is an art, not a science. Great blow jobs are like snowflakes and fingerprints. No two should be alike. You are not baking a cake here. There is no fixed recipe. Go with the flow sweetie. All I can do is make suggestions but you will have to figure out all details yourself."
"Jackie?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to tell me about that tape or are you just wave it around threatening to hit me with it?"
"Oh, sorry. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words right? Well this should be worth about a zillion."
Jackie pulled the center panel just below the massive screen and dropped the tape into a slot. Automatically, the classical music stopped. The projection system flickered to life and displayed the black lead from the tape. Jackie took a position next to her confused friend on the cool leather sofa.
"This isn't some gross cheesy porno tape is it Jackie, because if it is, I'm just not interested."
