Carrie was a high-spirited, competitive kind of a girl. I had seen her plenty of times running for victory across the lacrosse field in high-school, had teamed up against and with her for those late night “Scrabble” marathons at the shore house our parents shared and had compared grades with her in college even though we had both studied for different majors. Along the way of course we had done the ‘booty call’ thing (if they even still call it that these days) and I seriously thought she kept coming back cause I could keep up with her insatiable sexual appetite. She’d visit me late nights after being out with her latest date, which hadn’t even come close to satisfying her sexual needs, and more often than not Carrie’d want something kinky…and more often than not I was into it. Her big brown eyes would get wild and even wider, I’d add a wrinkle to a suggestion and off we’d go.
Like me, Carrie was a bisexual woman. We spoke about the men we dated (this aspect of our life we never compared) but she, nor I, had ever introduced or spoke about a strap-on. I guess we were both getting enough dick we didn’t need or want a fake one, but Carrie “was” into penetration with me…anal penetration. On the few occasions the petite blonde had mentioned anal sex with men, she said it hadn’t been the thing for her. Sure, sometimes she’d get into it-Carrie really was sexual so almost anything could turn her on-but like me, the times she let a guy take her ass had been few and far between. But between us girls…well that was a different matter.
Carrie had lubed up her fingers and spread my cheeks, I had licked her sweet little starfish to drive her wild, but when it came to anything ‘back there’ Carrie ‘took’ more often than not. I mentioned she was wildy sexual and competitive, but man, she became as gentle as a lamb, almost submissive, for ass play.
“I need you to try this,” Carrie said, after she had knocked, come down the flight of stairs to my studio apartment, plucked the two items from her bag and began to strip. I was used to her whirlwind entrances, and I loved to see Carrie naked, but this was unprecedented.
“Interesting,” I said holding out the thin dildo she handed me.
“Made just for lesbians,” she informed me, out of her bra and kicking her sneakers off.
“Are there any lesbians here?” I joked.
“You know what I mean.”
I did. The thing I held was a woman’s sex toy, made mainly for two girls to use on one another (though how you could really make a distinction between gay or straight in anal sex play, I had no idea). I guessed that those huge dildos I had seen or those fat fake cocks could scare someone, especially when it came to putting one up your ass. And indeed this toy in my hand (the other thing Carrie had given me was a new bottle of lube) seemed softer and gentler somehow.
“This is thin but it looks like it’s gonna go deep,” I said, squirting more lube down the toy.
“Definitely,” Carrie said. Completely naked then, she walked up to me, kissed me hard on the mouth then got down on all fours.
“You really are all about the romance, huh?” I snickered and went back to lubing her new toy.
“Jesus Kim, Mark got me all hot like he always does,” Carrie explained under me, wiggling her fine little ass, opening her thin thighs as she spoke. I really was torn with continuing doing what I was doing and getting down there on the floor with her.
“Tonight I was trying to angle myself across him, give him my ass, back up to him, ya know? And all he does is finger me. I just wanted a little swat while he did that, ya know, but he never gets it. I send him all these signals but he never gets it!”
“You should just tell him what you want,” I said, really glopping lube down the long little toy.
“And not come over here for a good ramming? Never!” she said, looking up at me.
Carrie really did look so sweet there on all fours looking back and up at me. Who was I to deny her her deepest wish? I knew I’d get her ass filled, she’d start to quiver and mew and I’d be able to angle myself in front of her. She’d be into licking my pussy like she always did-and Carrie could lick pussy like a pro-and we’d come over and over as I plied her ass deeper and she’d clutch and surrender to me.
I guess, in some ways, we all fulfill a purpose for our lovers, sometimes it can be all encompassing and sometimes it’s only a certain aspect of their desire we speak to; lesbian, straight, bi, it doesn’t matter.
The anal toy was as wet as I was gonna get it without it slipping out of my hands and I got down on my knees as Carrie smiled even wider.