FRIDAY ^#9

Goddess Worship

Violet answers her door wearing a cream-colored bra-and-panty set, complete with garter belts and hosiery. Raven barely has time to marvel at her beauty before Violet plants a hot kiss on her mouth and hands her a tall lemonade.

“The lemons are from my garden. I picked the rosemary this morning at the park. Ssssh. They don’t know. Today, I’m at your service.”

As she follows Violet through the immaculately kept house into the backyard, Raven sighs and says, “I have to warn you, I’ve been weepy lately.”

“What about?” Violet asks.

“Since the show closed, I’ve been questioning everything and don’t have the energy to sort it all out,” Raven says, standing in front of a massage table in the shade of a fruit orchard that separates Violet’s yard from the neighbor’s. There is a pebble path to a rose garden and a large trampoline, where Violet sets a platter of berries.

“It’s like the Garden of Eden,” Raven says.

“No snakes in my apple tree. Actually, this is a crab apple. I keep tasting them, hoping they’ll get sweet, but they don’t.”

“What else do we have here?” Raven picks a leaf and smells it.

“Mostly citrus and several stone fruits.” Violet points to a medium-size tree and says, “That’s my prize peach.”

“Do you tend them yourself?”

“I used to, but Damien hired a gardener. He takes such good care of me.”

“I’m glad he came to see the show. It felt like a reality check for me.”

“That was the first time I ever had two lovers in the same place, who knew about each other and were cool with it.”

“That’s a big deal,” Raven admits.

Violet smiles like she has a secret. “I can’t wait to talk all about your show, but first let me get my hands on your body.” Raven leans in for a kiss, but Violet dodges and insists on undressing her slowly. She folds each piece of clothing, carefully stacking them on the trampoline.

Once naked, Raven lays facedown on the massage table and enjoys the light breeze against her bare backside. Violet takes her rings off and rubs her hands with oil.

“Ever trampoline topless?” Raven asks.

“When I bounce, I can see into my neighbors’ yards. Although they would probably appreciate a peep show, I try to keep a low profile.” Violet runs her flat hands down the length of Raven’s torso. “I wish I could massage your entire crew. Everyone did such a great job.”

“I can’t believe you came back every night.” Raven’s words are muffled in the face cradle.

“I wasn’t planning to, but I didn’t want to miss a show. My favorite part was the monologue about the prostitute’s pussy being so tight and clean. It affected me. You remember that first day at your house when you almost went down on me? You were looking at my flower like it was a buttered biscuit. I wouldn’t have minded if you ate it, but I couldn’t stand you just staring. I was so self-conscious, but now, after hearing your show, it shifted the way I feel about my flower. Even Damien noticed I’m more relaxed when he’s going down on me.”

“Deep down, you must’ve known.” Raven props herself on her elbow for emphasis. “I imagined your pussy when I delivered those lines.”

“Really?” Violet strokes her hair. “Will you let me look at you the way you admired me?”

Raven, humored by Violet’s excitement, turns over.

Violet lightly runs her fingers over Raven’s front to build anticipation and her own confidence. “I never get to massage genitals, because of my massage license. I can touch side boob, but no nipples, ass, or inner thigh. And definitely no genitals. Every woman is so different, so I don’t always feel like I know what I’m doing.”

She positions herself on the table between Raven’s parted legs and softly pets her overgrown stubble like she’s stroking a kitten. “I like your five o’clock shadow.”

Raven props herself up to glance at her own pussy. “I haven’t shaved since the show closed.”

“Your little hairs are cute, like ants marching toward your cunt.”

“Such a poet.”

Violet brings her hands to prayer. “I feel like a pilgrim at the gates of your temple. May I enter you?”

“Wait. I thought you were going to yoni gaze.”

“I did. Now I want to feel you,” Violet says, gingerly brushing her pussy lips.

Raven covers herself with her hands and says, “I’ll relax more if I can show you how I like it.”

Violet squeals. “Yes please, direct me, command me, I’ll do anything you want.”

“You’ve been touching like you’re afraid of breaking something. Trust your hands, let them tell you what to do.”

“Like this?” Violet adds steady pressure to Raven’s mons.

“Better. Now massage it like you would any other part of the body, with confidence. Find the pressure points, naturally, like you’re giving a foot massage.”

“You want me to massage your pussy like a foot?”

“That feels better. Mmm . . . Except, be careful on my urethra.”

Violet’s eyes grow large, and she cocks her head. “Where’s your urethra?”

“You know, my pee hole. Mine is bigger than most, so it tends to be more sensitive.”

“I don’t know where it is.”

Raven sits up. “You don’t know where your urethra is?”

“No.”

“You have a mirror?”

Violet’s smile grows large, and she runs to the house, returning with a hand mirror. She eagerly pulls down her own pants, jumping onto the table beside Raven, sitting naked in the sunlight.

Raven skillfully fingers Violet and says, “See? That little button with the star-shaped opening, that’s called the meatus. The urethra is technically the tube inside, but you only need to know that if you’re giving someone a catheter.”

Violet is smiling ear to ear, excited and embarrassed as if she just discovered her elbow. “I will never forget this moment!”

Eventually, Violet regains enough composure to coax Raven back to a supine position. “I want to explore more. I want to get to know yours, the way you know mine, which seems better than I know it myself.”

Violet slides her fingers around Raven’s petals. “This is so special. I can’t believe you deprived me of this pleasure.” Massaging Raven’s outer lips, she opens them enough for a slow, wet entry. “I adore you. I want you to feel as good as I feel. Can I tell you a dirty little secret?”

“Always.” Raven is breathy.

“I didn’t exactly cum during your show, but I tried.”

“Really? Do tell.”

“Well, I’m not like you. I can’t just cum with breath or by rubbing against someone’s thigh. Since I knew I needed direct stimulation, I brought a pocket vibrator, you know one of those little bullets? So after the intermission, I held it in one hand against my dress.”

Violet continues stroking Raven while talking with increasing energy. “I shook the rattle in the other hand. Nobody noticed, so I danced and watched you as I vibrated. I nearly came with you, but I wasn’t sure when you were cumming. It seemed like you went through different waves. I fantasized we were fucking onstage in front of everyone.”

“I love it!”

“On the final night, when I was there with Damien, I rubbed myself against him.”

“Slow down,” Raven pleads.

“Okay.” Violet slows her touch, but continues her story. “We both got so turned on that we made love in the audience.”

“Hold on.” Raven holds Violet’s hand still. “You had sex in my theater?”

“Yes!”

Raven tenses her body. “With Damien?”

“Yes, we were in the back. The lights were down, so nobody saw us.”

“Can you pull out?” Raven sits up. “Just stop!”

“Are you upset?”

“While I was onstage?” Raven says.

“We were right there with you, making love. I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“How could you do that?”

“I’m so sorry. I thought you wanted the audience to participate. Are you jealous? You and Nick have been sharing lovers for so long, I didn’t think you’d be hurt. Please don’t be mad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Raven insists.

Violet tries to reassure her, “I wanted to, but Damien said we should wait. He didn’t want to upstage your big night.”

“So you waited until your fingers were inside me before you decided to talk about it?”

“I thought it would turn you on. I thought you’d like to hear how your performance inspired us. In a million years, I never imagined you’d be upset.”

Raven sits up. “Oh, I’m happy for you . . . I just don’t see how this is supposed to work out between us. I’m leaving.”

“Wait, you’re covered in oil, let me run the bath or at least a shower . . .”

Raven looks around and finds the garden hose. “This is fine.” Her skin puckers under the cool spout, but she’s still fuming inside. Violet stands motionless. Utterly useless, staring at the water pouring down Raven’s oily body.

“Can I help you dry off, at least?” Violet mumbles.

Raven rips the towel from Violet’s hand and pats herself down. “I’m still raw from the show, not to mention Damien breaking up with me. I’m going to need some time to sort it all out. Do you understand?”

“You’re just going to end it like this?” Violet takes the limp hose. “Let’s talk about it.”

“I need space. Next Friday is off.”