“Was she upset or did she say anything that was unusual?”
“No. Desireé was her usual vibrant self. And even if something was bothering Desireé, she would never let on. That's just how she was. She always wanted everyone around her to be happy. And Desireé had a way of making people feel good,” India said and put her hand on Carmen's thigh. Carmen gave India a look and she moved her hand away, but only after she allowed it to linger across Carmen's skin. “You really don't know anything about Desireé do you, Carmen? Desireé and I were lovers.”
Carmen's eyes were now wide open, along with her mouth, which she quickly closed.
“Desireé and I met at a pool party at my house. I met her a couple of days later and we made love by the pool.” India said, apparently enjoying the fact that she was making Carmen feel uncomfortable. “She came there with Roland. When he was ready to leave, Desireé made up some excuse and she stayed. She told me afterwards that Roland knew why she wanted to stay.”
“Roland knew?”
“Yes, Carmen,” India laughed lightly. “Roland knew all about me and Desireé. We've made love while Roland watched. He liked to watch me make love to Desireé.”
“He just liked to watch?”
“Roland is impotent. She said he got off on watching people make love to her.”
Carmen held up her hand. “Would you like a drink, India? I sure need one right about now.”
“Anything you have is fine,” India said and giggled.
“All I have is Bacardi and Hennessy.” There she goes again with her hand on my thigh, Carmen thought getting up from the couch.
“Hennessy on the rocks is fine,” India smiled and repositioned herself on the couch so she could watch Carmen walk as she went for the drinks.
Carmen poured herself at shot of Bacardi and drank it down. She poured herself another one, this time on the rocks and a Hennessy for India. Carmen checked on her roast and returned to the living room and handed India her glass. When she sat down she noticed that India had unbuttoned another button on her blouse, exposing more of her cleavage. India took a sip of her drink.
“I know this is a little overwhelming for you to find out all this about Desireé.”
“I think we can definitely mark that down as an understatement.”
“Desireé was a very sexual woman. With very strong desires.”
“I've always known that she was,” Carmen said, and then she tried to clean it up. “That she was very sexual, I mean.”
“But you didn't know that she was bisexual or that Roland was impotent and liked to watch; did you, Carmen?”
“No.”
“Have you ever made love to a woman, Carmen?” India asked as she inched just a bit closer to Carmen and put her hand on Carmen’s thigh.
“No, India, I haven't,” Carmen replied with attitude. “And I'd appreciate it if you took your hand off my thigh.”
“I'm sorry,” India said removing her hand, allowing it to linger once again. India smiled, “I could make you feel things that a man can't.”
“Can you really, India? And just how might you do that?”
“I know what a woman wants. What she needs, and I'm very good.”
“Yes, I'm sure you are. But you know something, India; there is something to be said for penetration.”
“I can give you that, too,” India eagerly told Carmen.
“Yes, I'm sure you can. But there's nothing I like about having a real dick in me. Feeling its warmth and its smooth texture when it slides in and out of me,” Carmen said slowly turning the tables on India. Now it was India who began to squirm. “To feel my man’s dick throb when he gets excited, because I know I'm really throwing this pussy at him. And there's nothing better than feeling his shaft expand and his head swell when he explodes inside me,” Carmen smiled at India. “It just makes me cum in ways that a woman never will.”
“Oooh, stop it, Carmen. You're making my clit hard.”
“You started it girlfriend.”
“I see you're sexuality is as strong as Desireé's. She was always very descriptive about how she wanted to be satisfied, too.”