Home Coming

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.

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.