'Never whole!' Nadia thought 'just like that bastard used to say.'
Her ex-husband always complained about his football team. 'We transfer the best centre forward, great sprinter wings and there's nobody to pass that killer ball to them. When we managed to transfer that playmaker, our striker left!' he couldn't stop telling the same thing for years. These were the positions she could remember, he complained about every combination, including the goalie.
She hated that Clementine didn't let her enjoy the 'to the fullest' weekend like she wanted. A couple of times, she thought about keeping deprivation, just to leave the gate open for a small chance with her feet. She even once considered that, trying to calculate if the games of deprivation for her feet were better than no mention of those delicacies.
It was interesting that she wasn't caring about the 'subject' of her real goal anymore. She was in peace with her love with someone's feet.
But it wasn't possible for her to spend one more weekend like that. She wanted to taste Clementine. She wanted to experience what she was curious about for those weeks.
She couldn't wipe off the image of her pussy in those wet panties. This was way ahead of curiosity; this was turning into an obsession. And probably, that short episode she had there was the hottest moment of those weeks.
It was hard for her to concentrate on work; after Monday, she took an extra underwear with her because she couldn't stop getting wet down there.
This was the third time she was looking at the list. There were many other things she wanted in other categories. There was even French Kiss under romance category. Probably, they didn't put it there for someone to pick as a fantasy. It had to be there to let the client show if they had consent and desire for the escort to kiss them or, to filter out the escorts who had a rule of not kissing, for the clients who liked it.
If Nadia had a chance, she would gladly use half of her 'preferences quota' for that. Even thinking of sucking her tongue was making her crazy.
She had been looking at the pussy worship deluxe and facesitting nodes.
There was no question that she wanted her lips on Clementine's pussy.
But, would facesitting end up hitting two birds with one stone? Did she want that other bird? She spent hours on watching facesitting videos and she knew that was hot. Especially when it was going to be Clementine who sat on her face.
But ass? Licking an asshole? Was it less pathetic than 'toilet'? Didn't she want to kiss her ass when bathing her? To 'the fullest'? She knew she wouldn't regret it but she couldn't decide yet.
Also, facesitting was too fantasy-like. Not intimate, not the way Nadia dreamed of. She assumed that girls wouldn't go and sit on each other's faces after their first date or when they first met at a bar.
On the other hand, those lesbian girls could easily go down on each other. Nadia would gladly be the one who went down, even if there was no hope for something in return. But this was more sex-like. Maybe this was the passive role for gay girls.
There was a chance that Clementine could kiss her after getting satisfied. She wasn't going to kiss her after sitting on her face, that was for sure.
She already paid Clementine for the weekend and she had to choose in two days, to tell her when she arrived.
The doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone. She touched the sleep button before walking to the door.
She opened the door and saw Wendy standing there.
"So, who's he?" Wendy was a bit playful but Nadia could tell that she definitely was a bit angry at her.
"Who?"
"The guy who's making you ditch me for weeks."
Nadia's nervous laughter only made Wendy scowl "What's going on?"
She was inspecting Nadia's blushing cheeks and getting impatient every second.
"Why don't you come in?"
Half an hour later, Wendy still looked edgy, despite Nadia's efforts to act casual. She knew there was something going on, other than the bullshit where Nadia talked about having her kitchen pipes fixed. She had no doubt that she was getting her pipes fixed during this period.
"OK, if you're not telling me, I'll leave. You never did something like that to me and it's not nice."
Nadia exhaled while looking at the floor. She gave up.
"It's about that escort site. I got a bit too carried away after I tried once and I was embarrassed to see you. That's what's going on."
Wendy finally relaxed and smiled.
"Oh, Nadia. You're the silliest sweet thing. After years of fasting, finally you became a real carnivore. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"I guess..." Nadia hoped that this would be enough to change the subject.
"So?"
"So what? You're not expecting me to give you details, I hope."
"Why not? Since you got 'carried away', it has to be interesting. How was he? Big? Handsome? Brutal? Gentle?"
"Wendy, I won't tell. Stop it."
"Oh, you don't want to share him. I see." She was teasing her just to get a few words. She wanted her friend to be happy and she didn't care how. But was it wrong if she wanted some details?
Then she saw the notebook screen. She instantly recognized the site's page. Before Nadia noticed what she was doing, she got up and looked at the screen.
'How?!' Nadia thought. As if computers did everything you told them to do at once, all the time.
She could see a few checked items there and could read ass worship, foot worship and pussy eating before Nadia closed the screen.
"You soul eating, vicious dominatrix!"
Nadia was startled in her shivering embarrassment.
"What?"
"Oh, please open that, I want to see in what other ways you made that poor guy suffer for you just to earn his bread."
'Oh, she got it all wrong' she thought and felt a twisted relief. Wanting to be a submissive against a man would be as sufficient cause for shame, let alone a girl. What Wendy thought was better than the reality in all ways. This was the best. At least, her friend wouldn't condescend her this way. Not that much. Anything was better than being submissive. Especially submissive to another woman.
"Wendy, please. These are very personal."
"Are you nuts? If I knew you wanted men under your feet, I could have found you at least two in the company. There are many of those losers everywhere. They can give up their dignity just to kiss a woman's foot or serve to provide her pleasure."
"Wendy, that's enough. Please."
"And believe me, none of them could gossip about it at work. I will try this too. Next time I will make that escort my bitch. I want to feel superior against another person like that too. I will dance over his inferiority. Bare feet."
Nadia was trying to look cool but it wasn't possible. Anything Wendy was saying about the escort was a proof of what she would think about Nadia if she knew the truth. That was what she would think about such people herself, a month ago.
"Please tell me. Teach me. I'm not going to tell anyone, let me know how that works. It's so cool."
"No!" and she sat down on the couch again, crossed her legs, crossed her arms on her chest and looked at her seriously. She wanted this conversation to stop and this was her way of showing her how serious she was about it.
"Oh, you're really something Nadia. I never saw you like this and it suits you. So, that's how you put them down to their knees."
Nadia's eyes got bigger, this had to be a joke. Just when she was about to reprimand her, Wendy said "Wait, my mouth got dry" and scooted to the kitchen, returned with a couple of glasses and a Jameson.
