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  Home Coming

  Lela Gwenn

  Copyright © 2012 Lela Gwenn

  All rights reserved.

  DEDICATION

  To my family- those who by blood, birth, marriage or extreme misfortune are connected to me. Love you all.

  And Purgatory

  Bianca scanned her living room, marveling at the luxury of all the things around her. The Italian marble floor. The hand carved, antique mantel piece. The paintings that would be just as at home on the walls of a museum as here in her living room. Plush velvet and silk couches cuddled together in the large space, making cozy what could be cold. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It was more than she had ever imagined having before Esteban swept her off her feet. The dollars that paid for all these wonderful, beautiful things wasn't the real cost, though. Once again, she'd pay in loneliness.

  Bianca leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “I hate it when you have to go away for so long.”

  Esteban slid his warm fingers along her jawline and cupped the back of her neck. “I know, my love. But business is business. Did you call Rachel?”

  “I did. I asked Roger to pick her up on his way back from the airport. But... can't you stay for another hour?” Bianca arched her back and smiled, her fingers toying with her top button.

  “No, mi amor. My plane leaves in three hours. I really have to go.”

  A knock at the door announced the arrival of his driver, Roger. Esteban pressed a brief kiss to her forehead, ran his thumb across her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Two weeks. I will be home in fourteen days, mi Dulce Flor.”

  And with that, he swept out the door.

  ***

  “Rachel, I've lost him.” Bianca tucked her long legs underneath her and wound a strand of her long blonde hair around her finger.

  “Did you do that thing I told you about?” Rachel boosted herself up onto the bar stool and turned to face her friend.

  “Oh my god, no! That thing you made me buy? I can't even imagine...” Bianca's pale face flushed a bright red.

  “What, that? I was talking about that position I was telling you about. The one I tried with Renee. You haven't even used the toy? Come on, that's training wheels stuff, babe. I have a half dozen of those things. How are you ever gonna please your man when you can't even please yourself?”

  Bianca stared at her brazen friend, so different from herself. Rachel was all raw sexuality and pushed up boobs. Her hair was dark and her tumbling curls always gave the impression that she had just gotten out of bed.

  “I just can't. I can't.” The blush of Bianca's cheek heated to what she knew was a deep crimson..

  “You need to try, girlfriend. You say that you would do anything for him. Well anything, to start with, is a great big purple dildo.”

  Bianca retreated into her own thoughts. She and Esteban had been married for 2 years, most of which he had spent traveling for his family's importing business. He had always said that he loved her precisely because she was such a sweet flower, his Flor Dulce, but every time he left she obsessed over the exotic women he must be meeting in his travels. Esteban was lively and worldly, handsome and powerful. Bianca just knew women, much more experienced and confident women, were throwing themselves at him. The best seduction she could muster was tugging on a button. Sometimes she desperately wished she had taken Rachel's advice when she was younger and that she'd lost her virginity before her wedding day. But it wasn't Bianca's way.

  ***

  Rachel spent the day keeping Bianca busy, too busy to think about Esteban or the lonely days that stretched out in front of her. There was brunch, then shopping, then lunch, then more shopping; now it was happy hour and both Rachel and Bianca were working on being the happiest gals in the whole place.

  “Rach, I know it's a pain... but would you mind staying with me while Esteban's gone? I hate being in that big house all by myself.”

  Rachel stared at her friend with dead eyes for a moment and Bianca feared a quick and disgruntled no.

  “I dunno. It would be a terrible inconvenience for me to leave my crappy studio apartment and hole up at the palace for a week. I mean.. the guest room has what? A giant king-sized bed? And the bathroom has four shower heads and a jacuzzi tub? I don't know if I can be pulled away from the comforts of my nineteen inch television, window unit air conditioner and sixth-floor water pressure.”

  “L O L, aren't you hilarious?”

  “I have articles to write and some editing to do, but as long as I have my lap top it shouldn't be a problem.”

  “Things are real different, huh?”

  “Ya think? From sharing Ramen in our dorm room to you inviting me over for long weekends at the palace...”

  “It's not a palace.”

  “Might as well be.”

  “Did I tell you? I got accepted to the MFA program. I start in the fall.”

  “Just what Southern Florida needs. Another writer.”

  Her words were sour but Bianca knew how proud her friend was of her.

  “You're a writer.”

  “I'm a journalist. Far more practical. Or at least, I thought it would be. Turns out, I'd been better off majoring in Latin and other dead languages. What are you gonna do when you can't spend every waking minute sitting around the palace? Who will clean? Who will move things around so it looks like people actually live there?”

  “Hush. We live there. I live there. Actually, Esteban wants to hire a maid.”

  “A maid's daughter with a maid. That is either poetic justice or the most screwed up thing I've ever heard. I'm not sure. Let me think about it for a minute. OH! He could hire your mom. That would put it squarely in the most fucked up thing ever category.”

  Bianca rolled her eyes and shook her head.

  “Ohhhh... wait! Is the maid position a live in gig? If so, I'm applying. I'll be your Alice. Your Mr. Belvedere. Your Rosie. Your Lurch.”

  Bianca laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Roger can take us by your place so you can pack up some stuff.” She pulled out her phone and sent a text to the driver, letting him know they were ready.

  “Mmmmmm... speaking of Roger. He is quite delicious.”

  “Roger isn't...” Bianca cut herself off. There was no way to finish that sentence without lying.

  “Right. Tall. Built like a Norse God. All yummilicious with those freckles and that sexy ass scar on his face? Tell me again what Roger isn't?” A mischievous smile split Rachel's face.

  “On the menu. He works for my husband. Don't you go after him.”

  Esteban insisted that he was just a driver, but the way Roger moved suggested military training, which further suggested that he was really a body guard of sorts.

  “Ohhhhhh.... forbidden fruit!”

  The sleek black Town Car drove up to the curb in front of them.

  “Hush up and get in the car. You are such a...”

  Roger was at her side, taking the bags and opening the door in one swift move. Bianca let the sentence die and just glared at her friend.

  She turned to Roger, “We need to stop by Rachel's before we head home. She'll be staying with me till Esteban gets back.”

  “Yes ma'am.” He closed the door behind them and took the driver's seat.

  “And Rach, don't take forever. I have ice cream melting in this bag. Just get what you need and come on.”

  “Oh, I'll get what I need to come.” She said it loud enough that Roger couldn't have helped but hear her. To his credit, Bianca noticed, his eyes never left the road.

  ***

  Bianca studied the huge purple dildo with its faux veins and its balls discreetly hiding the large suction cup. The only thing Bianca had used the thing for, thus far, was slapping it up against the shower walls and giggling as it hung and bobbed.

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sp; When Rachel had forced her to buy it, Bianca had been mortified. Doubly so when she suggested she learn to use it by watching porno. No. She couldn't even. The very idea of something that size … It was beyond ridiculous.

  Nope. What she needed was her best friend, a pint of ice cream and a sappy rom com on DVD.

  She stuffed the dildo back into the bottom of her drawer and threw a robe on. What would they watch? Best to ask Rachel, she tended to be pickier about movies.

  Bianca slipped through the living room and straight through to the guest suite.

  “Rach?” No answer. From the back of the suite, the sound of rushing water from the much coveted shower room roared and steam billowed out the open door.

  “Rach?” Bianca was quieter this time, visions of startling her friend and her slipping and cracking her head open loomed.

  The blonde peered through the open doorway into the bathroom. At first, she only saw swirling steam. But then, a figure. Rachel's naturally curvy body, her hands running over her breasts and down her own belly. Water poured over her head, pulling her curly hair straight and nearly to her waist. But that wasn't all...

  She was squatting over the stone seat, pulsing the way they had both done in exercise classes a million times over the years but... why? And then it registered. A flash of bright purple and a moan made it all clear.

  Bianca blushed and turned away, embarrassed. But...

  Curiosity drew her eyes back to her oldest friend. She watched as her hands roamed from nipple to clit, from clit to thigh. She found her own hand wandering, hesitatingly seeking what pleasures might be found. She watched as Rachel rode the toy, how she started slow and shallow and worked it in deeper. She watched as the crescendo came upon Rachel and envied that experience.

  Rachel stood and tuned of the shower; Bianca ran off to the kitchen. She yanked open the freezer door and began intensely studying the contents therein. The empty, silent moments dragged on, making Bianca feel all that much more nervous.

  Oh my. What did I?

  “Hey, Girlie! You ready for a little Say Anything and Chunky Monkey on the couch?”

  Rachel ducked under Bianca's outstretched arm and snagged a pint. Her warm, soft breast brushed against Bianca's silk-clad ribcage. Bianca's breath caught.

  Oblivious to her effect, Rachel smiled and bounced into the den. “Come on, sweet cheeks! I've got an orgy planned. You, Me, Ben, Jerry, John Cusack and his 1980's boombox.”

  Bianca took a moment to gather herself.

  From the living room Rachel called out, “The moooovie's starting!”

  Bianca grabbed her pint, trundled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, leaning against the arm and letting her leg hang. Rachel stole a bunch of pillows off the couch and snuggled up on the floor in front of Bianca.

  The rest of the night passed in sugar-covered agony. At every funny quip Rachel squeezed Bianca's calf. Every touch brought a vision of Rachel in the shower.

  The end credits were rolling when Bianca snapped back to reality.

  “Shall we watch another?”

  Bianca pressed her lips together weighing spending another few hours with Rachel's soft touches and mindless entertainment against time alone, steamy memories and a few soft touches of her own. The heat between her legs made the decision.

  “No. I'm going to bed.”

  “Okay, darling.” Rachel popped up and pressed her body against Bianca's to press a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Good night.”

  ***

  Back in her bedroom, Bianca's skin was electric. Every brush of her robe, the sheets sliding up her legs, the weight of the blankets on her breasts-- every single touch aggravated her already over active imagination. Oh god, Was this what it meant to be horny? What did it mean that Rachel made her feel this way? And what could she do about it?

  She squirmed, thighs squeezed tight together, knees slowly pumping up and down beneath the covers. Visions of the look of ecstasy on Rachel's face made the need building in her pussy all that more insistent. She had the tool... was she willing to use it?

  Throwing back the covers, she snuck across the room and quietly slid the drawer open. She found it hiding under the tee shirts and sweatpants.

  Back in the warm cocoon of her bed, she tentatively stoked the length of her toy with one hand and slid the other down the front of her panties. The soft folds of her sex were wet, her panties already soaked.

  Pulling them aside, she nudged the head of the dildo between her lips and gasped. Inching it in. Sliding it a little at a time, her mind took the fuel that watching Rachel had given her and embellished on it to create new and more exciting situations. Rachel and Roger on the guest room bed, the soft moans Bianca remembered married with ... Esteban taking her forcefully... so many beautiful, wicked scenarios. She felt an little pain as she got as much of the dildo into her as would fit. She stopped focusing on working it in and picked up her pace. Gripping the length, her hand stimulating her clit with every stroke.

  Her heart started to race. The wetness from her pussy ran over her hand. The pleasure building inside her spurred her to go harder and faster... she was …

  Brrrrring!

  She stared at the phone on her nightstand, confused. Oh. It had to be Esteban, and who knows when he'd have another chance to call her. She picked up on the third ring.

  “Love, are you okay? You sound out of breath.” His velvet voice was marked with concern. She wanted him so badly.

  “I'm fine, darling.”

  “What's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to come home?”

  Oh, he needed to come home...but no. “I'm fine. I'm in bed. I just...” She tried to think of a lie.

  “Just?”

  The thought of Rachel's advice and the cool kiss she'd gotten when he left.

  “I was just...pleasuring myself.” She could feel the hot blush from her head to her toes, but she tried her best to keep it out of her voice.

  “Oh?” A pause, then his voice dropped a bit. “Ohhhhhh. I hope I didn't ruin anything.”

  “I was very close.” She put a bit of playful pout in her voice. The daring of it thrilled her.

  “Can I help? Make it up to you?”

  “Oh... I guess so...yes.”

  “Where are you?”

  “In bed.”

  “And you have that toy?”

  Bianca practically choked. “You know..?”

  “I found it some time ago. Lay back. I want you to imagine me there.”

  Her pussy was once again liquid heat. His voice married with the sensation...it was magic.

  “Knead your breast and rub your clit for me, love. Let me hear how much you like it.”

  She propped the phone up on a pillow by her head and did as she was told. The soft strokes took her breath away.

  “Now, I want you to imagine my cock pushed against your clit.”

  Bianca took hold of the dildo and nudged her swollen clit sending shudders of pleasure into her belly. When they were face to face, lying together in bed, they didn't talk. His husky voice giving her orders and the roughness of his language thrilled her.

  “Now I will fuck you. You want that, my love?”

  The toy penetrated her. Deeper and deeper she thrust, a twist in her wrist came naturally as she pulled it out to work it in a little further. The phone slipped down onto the pillow next to her head.

  “Yes.” She barely got the word out as she slammed the dildo home.

  Soon, “Yes”, was the only thing she could say. She came loudly, sure that he heard every gasp.

  When she had recovered her senses, she picked up the phone, still panting.

  “Good girl. I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight.” His voice was like a jaguar, sleek and smooth but full of danger.

  The buzz of a dead line rang in her ear. She returned the handset to its cradle and fell into a deep sleep.

  ***

  “I called Roger. He's picking us up in an hour and a half. ” Rachel waited for Bianc
a's reaction.

  “Do you have plans that I don't know about?”

  “Always. But mainly the plan is to get the hell out of this house. Spending all day cooped up is no good.”

  Bianca shrugged and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. Pulling back the peel, she popped the fruit into her mouth. Her mind was already racing ahead to what they could do that day.

  “Mmmm.... come on baby. You can work it better than that.” Rachel purred at her.

  For a second Bianca's jaw hung open in shock, but bolstered by the memory of Esteban's warm honey voice, she smiled.

  Her tongue flicked down the underside of the fruit and she pursed her lips around its girth.

  Rachel laughed out loud. “Oh, you think you can out-do me?”

  She grabbed the largest of the remaining bananas and yanked back the peel. “Oh, no. This is how it's done.”

  Rachel's banana disappeared down her throat. Bianca's eyes widened in surprise; she took the challenge.

  Gradually she started working the banana further and further into her throat, calling to mind the thrusts of the dildo the night before. Soon the fruit, sloppy wet from spit, was pushing against her gag reflex. Bianca did her best to maintain control.

  It was Rachel's turn to wear the wide eyed look of shock. Bianca was proud having managed to finally surprise her oldest friend.

  From behind her she heard a throat being cleared. Rachel bit the end of her banana off and began giggling between chews. It wasn't her brazenness that had caused the surprise but rather...

  Roger.

  “I told Roger we might not hear the door, so he should just come on in when he got here,” Rachel managed to sputter out.

  Bianca whirled around, feeling the heat of a full body blush overtake her. She chomped down on the banana.

  Roger tried to suppress his smile. “You two ladies have appointments at Spa Primal in one hour.”

  “Since when?”

  “I set it up this morning. My sister is the manager there.”

  Bianca bristled. “I didn't realize you also worked as a secretary.”