Diversity Twins Ch. 05 - Summer Goodbye

Diversity Twins Say Goodbye

"I'm sorry we didn't agree to go to Brazil together."

Madde and Raya were sitting in front of the fireplace where a crackling fire was burning. Madde was brushing out Raya's oh so curly locks.

"Say what? Go where? We can barely afford this Michigan cabin." Raya looked up from her iPad with a puzzled look.

"Well, a small part of us should have gone to Brazil...."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, Raya, I love you when you beg, but you really don't have to. I will give it all to you... willingly... so willingly."

"Madde, what in the name of Jehoshaphat are you babbling about?"

"Stripping your pussy bare, that's all."

"Oh yeah? You just try it...."

"I fully intend to. Tonight. Because we can't wait another second."

"Oh, yes? I like how you're thinking. But why the urgency?"

"Well, I talked to the tattoo gal, Sage, and I did the math. And if we are going to get them before we go and heal up enough to... well... be good to each other before we have to get back to our... jobs and stuff... then... we have to strip off the fuzz... like... now. So I made an appointment for tomorrow."

"Wait... wait... the dawn is breaking. I'm beginning to see the light. Yes... the tattoos... and we kind of decided we would get them down there so they would be... like... private. And we need to get the area ready, correct...? So... ah... the 'trip to Brazil.' I get it."

"That's what I said."

"Yuh. I thought that the tattoo lady was just going to shave us. I was kind of looking forward to a strange woman pawing my parts."

"Nuh uh, beyoch. My job. On you. And yours. On me."

"So, what do we need? Like... straight razors? Wax..?

"Well.. see... Brazilians would have been the best for you because everything would be super smooth and the hair takes longer to grow back, so we'd be healed up before it gets prickly down there... But... we are kind of out of time. So it's pretty much down to... shaving. Do you mind?"

"Do I mind shaving off my curlies so I can 'install' a tribute to by bestie BFF lover gal? Nah, I don't mind. New for me. I've never been smooth. You?"

"Nm mm. Not before this. I've been kind of attached to my pubes... literally. Oh I've trimmed around the edges and shit. I don't think fluffing out the sides of my bikini is that attractive...."

"So... like... now?"

"Mm hm. I do you and then you do me and then...."

"We do each other." They said it in unison. Grinned. Kissed. Went on kissing. Raya pulled back.

"Wait. Do you have the razor? Shaving cream? That 'wipe it on and wipe off the hair' stuff? Wax?"

Madde shuddered and sucked a breath through her teeth.

"I have everything you need... mwahahaaha!!"

"Okay, okay. So we avoid the wax... if we can. But the idea is to get 'totes smooves' in our whole downtown district. Am I right? Not just a patch where the tat will be."

"Yup." Madde grinned. She was getting a little excited about the feeling of no hair there and what it would be like to rub against Raya...."

Raya was also imagining Madde's wide mound all slick and smooth and all her 'wubbly bits' all pink and exposed. "So where shall we do this? Bathroom? Not much space in there. Out on the raft! And we can wash off our smoothies with a swim!"

Madde was shaking her head. "Hey, no, Rai... I figured it would be best if we had some hot water... to make those curlies nice and soft. So... near a sink... but yeah... the bathroom's too small. So I figure right here is best."

"Like... right... here?"

"Yup. On this table. Easy to get at you if your ass is up here. I have a towel... big pot to put some hot water in. In fact I've got all the stuff... ta da!"

She pulled the pot with all the shaving gear out from under the sink.

"So you need to drop trou and take this towel, and this one, and put them up on the table where you are going to sit... and probably lie... because I am going to need to get under. So. Here. Yeah. And feet on the chair. One here. And one here. So you are spread nice and wide. And... and a trash can to catch all the hair and wipes and shit. Well, hopefully not shit. There. We are ready to begin."

Madde patted the table. "Up you go."

Now Raya was biting her lower lip. Did she really want to say goodbye to her little dark rug? And though she loved Madde so dearly, she was just a touch nervous about letting her bestie scrape with a sharp blade around her most tender parts. Also a touch embarassed. Madde would be looking close at everything down there.

Madde stopped Raya's mind-buzz with a warm kiss.

"Hey, we don't have to do this, Rai. Or anyway, not this way if you don't want. Arms or legs or even feet is okay if that's what we decide. But this is...."

"Sexier."

"In a word. And also more private. It'll just ours... hopefully."

"Shh."

"And if we hate 'em we can just let the hair grow back, so our dragon girls will barely peek out.

"Boo hoo, that's sad. So, yeah, let's get started. No big deal, really because in some ways it makes things easier. Scissors...?"

Madde snipped the blades. "Yep. Quicker, and the razor won't get so clogged up. Aaaand, here we go. Spread 'em."

Raya did and Madde bent over her intimate area with great seriousness. Raya was feeling a little weird because this wasn't exactly a sexy thing, or a simple grooming thing, or a friendly game, and yet it was all of the above and then some. Madde was pulling up tufts of Raya's dark fur and snipping them off. Raya was amused and horrified at the same time. Her mound was beginning to look seriously raggedy ass.

"Funny how your touch doesn't really feel sexy, and yet... very intimate."

"I can make it feel more intimate. I could kind of rub back and forth across this little thing from time to time. Is that better?"

Raya was biting her lip. "That's okay... that's okay... maybe not the time to get too riled up while you have sharp objects in your hands. Easy does it."

"Easy it is. Aaaand I'm almost done with the snipping part and can begin the shaving. Wow, this is going to look so different. So. Hot water. And suds."

Madde got the water nice and hot and filled the big pot. Then she soaked a washcloth and wrung it out. Got some nice fragrant hand soap ready. Put the washcloth on Raya's exposed and scrufty mound.

"Wow! Hey! That's some hot. Wait a sec until it cools just a bit."

Madde removed the offending wash cloth and waited while it cooled, planning her attack.

"I guess I'll start on top, where it's easy. And that's the area the tattooiste will want nice and slick. Who knows, she may have her own thing, too. And... last chance... I've got the wax ready and everything if you want more like the Brazilian thing, or like Steve Carrell in that movie. Did you know that they did his chest hair for real in that thing?"

"He screamed. Am I going to scream?"

"Not now, but maybe later."

"Tease."

"I promise to."

Madde put the hot washcloth back on. "Better?"

"Better. In fact, it's kind of... hot, when it's not so hot."

"We aim to please. And this should please you greatly...." She whipped a can of frothy shaving cream out of her bag. "Allow me to anoint you in the way you deserve to be anointed." A squish of white curled on Raya's chestnut mound, covering up the ragged lumps of curly black hair.

"Aaaand now to begin.... Of course, to be really professional I should have a traditional straight razor. But the chance of lopping off some juicy tidbit put the fear of the Lord in me. So, good old three blade leg shaver will have to do."

The sharp blades pulled through the white foam leaving behind a path of shiny chocolate skin. Another swipe and more dark mound was exposed. Madde was biting her lip, concentrating on her work; now finishing the smooth plateau where the dragon would be tattooed and moving down onto the puffy lips below.

"Hmm, looks like this will be pretty easy. You don't have too many curlies in the groove between your leg and your lovely pussy. Of course, I could just leave them. They won't be in the way of the artwork. There. That's the last of them on that side. Hmm, maybe a little more shaving cream."

Madde giggled.

"Raya, this is making me hungry. Your lovely vulva, topped with foam, reminds me of nothing so much as a tasty chocolate mousse lava cake with whipped cream. Sadly, I can't eat it yet. Aaaaand, there goes the last of the 'whipped cream.' Another scrub-a-dub with the hot washcloth... tell me if this is too hot...."

Madde squeezed out the wet terrycloth and applied it gently, first to Raya's leg.

"Okay?"

"Whoa, a little... no, actually fine, go ahead... ooh, actually, that is... very nice, Mads. Can you please just... keep... yes... gently scrubbing until... that's right... all the soap is off. And, please... make sure none got... in... oh, yeah... you are definitely hired to do... all my 'pussy barbering.'"

Madde had swiped the whole area nice and clean and now was drying it with a hand towel that had been warming near the fire.

"Mmmm." Raya's eyes were closed.

"Okay, d'you want to check my handy work? The only think is... hmm... I don't understand. I thought I dried off all the water from the washcloth, but right... here it seems to be still sort of leaking. Now I could keep drying it off, but... like I said before... it keeps kind of... leaking... like it's some kind of... delectable dessert with a filling of some kind of... sweet honey... reminding me of something really good to eat. D'you want to see why my mouth is watering? Here... look...."

Madde took a hand mirror and positioned it just below the 'target area' so Raya could see her newly bald pussy in all its glory.

Raya stuck out her lower lip.

"Ooh, I kind of miss my bundle of fuzzies. That is so, so... naked. I kind of want to... cover it up. And where the hair was it's now that kind of 'pinkish-grey'. I'm going to have to get used to that. Wait... what's the matter?"

Madde had a little frown.

"What? Now you don't like it?"

"Oh, it's not that. Only... I kind of missed a spot. But I don't think I can shave... there. Tilt up a little. Yup..." Madde inhaled through her teeth. "... think we need to do this the other way."

She quickly turned, grabbed a roll of gaffer's tape,. Ripped off a few inches. Turned and applied it to Raya's 'taint' area and rear opening, pressed firmly and ripped it off. Raya, of course, screamed.

"What the flying fuck! Are you kidding? What the hell was that? Geez that smarts. And I was feeling all nice and... now I want to kill you. What...?"

Madde was holding up the tape.

"So sorry, honey. I had to do it. Your last few stubborn curlies. All gone. Now you are toute smoove as they say in Paree. And I can..." She grabbed a handy bottle of aloe lotion and squirted a big cool dollop in her palm. "... I can rub this where it smarts just like this.... See now, doesn't that make it feel so much better. And while I'm at it... if it is sore anywhere I can...."

Madde bent her strong lips to the newly bare flesh. "... I can kiss it and make it feel all better. And maybe clean up this stuff that is leaking here, and find out if it is the kind of filling I crave with my cake... yes! A bit sweet and a bit savory. And I think maybe this cake has some fruit stuffed in it. Yes! See here! Something like preserved peaches, a little wrinkled but sweet and puffy and rich. Yes, I have to kind of massage this fruit with my tongue to get the juice out. Yes. Here it comes... and I have heard that somewhere hidden is a tiny ripe cherry. I think I have to find it with my tongue... kind of under here somewhere. Oh, yes. I think I've found it...."

Raya wasn't complaining about being eaten even though some parts of her parts were smarting just a bit. Madde was marveling at this strange new landscape.

"Wow. Rai, this is so... different. To just be able to lick everywhere and it's so smooth! And nothing is tickling my nose when I do this...."

Madde pushed her mouth deep into Raya's groove; getting it delightfully sloppy.

Raya was beginning to lose it. Usually, it took some concentrated attention to get her to the place where she would totally lose her shit. But the whole situation had her cranked up. She was on top of a table. It was broad daylight and Madde was down there between her legs, her mouth just coated with 'lady-honey' just going to town on her newly bare pussy.

Raya's gut was aching as it clenched again and again... Madde's loving tongue finding just the right spot.

Too late. Too late to be cool. She caught Madde's eyes, held them, though she was distracted by Madde's tongue going a mile-a-minute on her clit. Her head was getting light and she couldn't see straight. She could feel her face heating.

"Oh Madde... oh Madde... oh... oh no... oh yes... oh jeez, here it comes... yuh, yuh, yuh... you got it, don't stop... don't you dare stop... oh shit... oh shit... oh shit... oh noooooooooooo!"

Somewhere, way down there, her body was having an out of control party. Up here, her head was exploding. Sparkles behind her eyes squeezed shut. Her own ass getting hot against the warm towel. Shuddering. Madde's warm hand on her belly. Madde's wet mouth still open on her spent pussy.

Madde spoke... to her pussy.

"Well... I guess you're done now. Time for my Brazilian. Por favor.

Raya was willing, but weak.

"Ready and able... as soon as I return to my body."

Madde snagged a couple of cold beers from the fridge. They toasted Raya's new uncovered look.

Then Madde was arranging some new stuff on the table. Madde was undressing. Raya watching. It always amazed her to see those strong golden thighs and hips. Madde's butt jiggling. The muscles on the front of her legs so strong and lovely. She so wanted those legs wrapped around her; squeezing and crushing her, tugging their hips closer together.

Chill, chill, chill.

"Time to get to work" Raya patted the table as she clambered down. Should I heat up more water?

Madde stepped on the chair and planted her generous ass on the towels where Raya had just been. Picked up a tiny curly black hair.

"Ooh, Raya's been here. Well, mine now." She ate it. "The last time I'll do that for a while. "Oh, and I don't need the water. Maybe just hot from the faucet to wash up. I decided to do it the other way."

"What's that?"

Madde held up a jar and a little spoon. "Maybe don't bother with the clipping. This stuff will get a better grip if my pubes are longer. Wax.

"O... K, you said...."

"I guess I lied. One... you are more pain sensitive than me. And two, I'm selfish. I wanted the fun of shaving you."

Raya was a little miffed. This was supposed to be a shared experience. She growled.

"Sorrreeee! I didn't want to hurt you...."

"You did. A coupla ways. I mean, I'm not really mad, because now I can see how this works. And I get to torture your pussy for a few minutes...."

Raya took the jar and opened it. The goo inside was gold.

"Do you know... do I need any special instructions on how to use this stuff? Pretty much like the old 'tape on my asshole, I guess. Do you have any fuzzies around yours? Oh, yes. This is going to be fun."

Madde planted her feet on the chairs and spread her creamy thighs.

"Here she is. Strip her bare."

Raya frowned. "Heeey, Mads. You started without me. This top part is distinctly less fuzzy than the last time I looked close."

"Yeah... well... sorry again... but I wanted to make sure the part where she will be 'needling' was less sore before.... Are you really mad? I know this is supposed to be a shared thing. I just though it would be more... sanitary this way. And... and there are plenty of places I really can't reach... like all down here." She lifted her thighs so Raya could see underneath."

"Oh yeah, girl, I am definitely going to need to get down there. Hee hee hee."

"Ooooh, Rai, please don't hurt me too too much."

"Well, honey, it is what it is. But I promise to kiss it and make it all better just like you did. In fact, I can hardly wait. I'm going to miss this soft tickle on my lips."

She bent and kissed the smooth groove to the left of Madde's puffy pussy lips. Kissed around on the creamy thigh for good measure. Came back and took a plump labium between her lips and massaged it. Started to kiss around on the smooth right thigh.

"Ooh, no no no. I don't want you to stop, but you gotta stop because I am getting so so wet and maybe the wax won't stick if I'm all slippery. But.. but after... after you take all the hair off maybe... maybe it won't be... smart to put your mouth where it's all... raw... but... oh don't stop but please... please stop and finish and then we'll see..."

Raya reluctantly complied. Noticed that Madde was leaking. Started to tidy her up with a towel. Changed her mind and thoroughly cleaned Madde's groove with her tongue. Then carefully washed and dried Madde's parts with the washcloth and towel. Madde had 'almost an orgasm'.

Raya stirred the wax. Battered the 'cake' of Madde's mound where Madde had not done herself. Slathered some on the plump lip places she had just tasted. Let it dry.

"You ready?"

"Mm hm."

"Here goes." Raya picked at the edge of the wax 'crust'. Ripped it off.

Madde's eyes and mouth were wide. But she only made the smallest sound.

"Number one. This next one maybe be more tender since it is on the sensitive bits."

Raya found the edge, got a good grip, and whipped the piece off covering Madde's left labium."

"Eeeee!" Madde had to fight not to clamp her hands against her puss and clap her thighs together. She was panting through pursed lips. "Wow! That was something." Raya was already applying the warm wax to the right side of Madde's pussy. Then some spots around her 'taint'.

Raya stepped in and gave Madde a big kiss. For a few moments they just got lost in it.

"Don't get me too heated up, Rai."

"Okay, okay, the wax is probably set and I need to get a good grip on it." She bent to her task.

"Yep, ready to go." One, two, and....."

"Eeeeeee! I... thought... this one would be easier... but sheee-it." Madde's face was a picture. But Raya was already picking at the lower bit of wax.

"Aaaaand zappo!" The wax came off leaving Madde bald from belly button almost to a h. Madde was biting her lower lip. Raya was moving on.

"Legs up. Pull 'em against those nipple pillows of yours."

Madde obeyed.

"Have I got a lot down there? I've never really looked."

"Enough."

Madde's face between her upraised thighs was interesting, because Raya was applying warm wax to the area around her 'back door' and the sensation was not exactly horrible. In fact....

Raya was looking at the handiwork and chuckling.

"What?"

"Oh Mads, I so so want to whip out my cell and get a shot of you with your legs next to your face and your asshole with a gold patch on it. If I ever needed payback...."

"I'd kill you first."

"So you say. But... and I say butt with emphasis... now I get a little tit for tat for the 'tape surprise' you pulled earlier. Let's see... is this stuff ready to rip...? Maybe just a little longer. Can you hold it like that...?

Madde was half laughing and half mad. But this was the bargain. So she stayed in the silly position just a while longer. Then Raya's fingertips were digging at the wax.

"Aaaaaaaand bam!"

Madde was smiling with her teeth clenched.

"So. Am I all smooth?"

"Like a baby's ass. In fact, it's funny, because you have this big, thick... vulva and all smooth like this it really does look a lot like a baby's ass. Hey, should I clean you... us... up with some sanitary wipes and stuff? We will need to keep it clean for a while, though I am hungering to get my mouth all over that glowing pink smoothness."

"Oh, you say the sweetest things. And yes, let's clean up, even though it will sting, and put on our loosest cotton undies and then we can start fretting about what it will feel like having a strange woman dig an ink-filled needle into our privates day after tomorrow."

"I need to eat."

"Me too. But let's have lunch instead."

The kiss that followed lasted a while. A strange mix of sensations. Letting go and holding back. Never closer, though they embraced only in the gentlest way.

...........

"I'm scared."

"That makes two of us."

"Should we back out?" Madde and Raya stood on the steps of the tattoo parlor looking deep into each others' eyes. For many of their friends getting some new ink was almost nothing. But these two basically believed in the beauty of their bodies as they were. Still, this was very very special. Not just a new decoration but instead a 'new way of being.' No matter what happened for the rest of their lives, any time they got dressed, or undressed, they would think of this moment, and this person.

They kissed on that public street as if they didn't give a damn... because they didn't.

"I'm ready... you?"

"Yup."

Sage had a special room set up for them, the 'private suite'. It was decorated with fabrics from India, glittering with little round mirrors. Plants in the corners. Music that was a mix of soft jazz and eastern exotic. In the center two chairs, like a dentist or hairdresser except prettier, also draped in Indian cloth.

Madde elbowed Raya. "Do you figure she rigs this place out with motorcycle pix and Black Sabbath posters if some men come in to get their tats? Pretty sweet... for a torture chamber."

"Oh shut up. This is hard enough for me. I'm quivering. Are you just, "What the fuck?'

"Not a all. Quivering too."

Sage usher them each to a chair and introduced her partner Marielle.

"So here's how we planned to work this: We are both pretty much equally skilled, but since this is my design I want to do the critical ink outline and details. Marielle will fill in the color and whatever else we agree on. So we both will work on both of you. You will need to strip everything below the waist for this, but we have these little 'privacy bibs' that you can wear to cover your intimate parts. We do use a light topical anesthetic, but there is sure to be some discomfort. We can stop for a bit to ease things...

They giggled when they came out of the dressing area wearing their 'bibs'; Madde's was green and Raya's yellow. But they got more serious as they settled into the chairs and put their feet in the 'stirrups'. Now, for better of for worse, they were both open and exposed.

But the first part was fairly innocent, although with a very serious question. This was the process of transferring the drawing or stencil to the skin, before the actual inking began. Sage had a sober face.

"I prepared two slightly different designs. Let's just say that one of them has a critical part of the design in a very sensitive area. I can do it either way. But the idea is that your dragon ladies can be holding their jewels, the pearl and the ruby, up like this, where they would peek out of the top of the pubic hair if you let it grow back. But they also could hold the jewels like this, downward, on the base of the clitoris hood. The second one I see as more symbolic. This is your jewel. But the inking will be quite a bit more...."

"Painful?"

"Sensitive."

"Painful."

"Yes."

"Hmm. Raya, the whole business is going to hurt, right? I mean, we don't do it if we don't want to hurt at all, right?"

"Yeah."

"And this... if we do it this way... will hurt a little extra."

"Yeah."

"So I say we go for it, because I, for one, want your ruby on me right down where your tongue will be when... sorry... TMI. But that is the point, isn't it? I'm dedicating this part of me to you..."

"Correct."

"So are you going to have yours with the dragon holding the pearl up?"

Raya was quiet, her fingers framing her private area. She shook her head. Then she smiled.

"Wait, ooh. Hey. I have a different idea. Sage, you do piercings, right?"

"Of course."

"So how about, instead of a tattoo of a pearl and a ruby we get the real thing, on a ring or a pin? Would you have such things?"

"Uh... yes... yes I would." Sage had a little frown.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sage. I can see that you were looking forward to the challenge of doing the ruby and the pearl in your best style right on our clits. But now I really like this idea. And can you do the dragons so they are holding the rings.?

"I... can... but...?" Sage turned to look at Madde. "Do you...?"

Madde's eyes were fierce.

"Yuh. Dunno how I'm going to afford a real jewel... and... Rai... you realize this means you are giving me a ring...?"

"Yup. I thought of that. And your ruby might cost more than the pearl you get for me, but... I'm good for it... whatever."

Raya was holding Madde's hand and looking into her eyes.

"I like this. A lot. Oh, I don't want to give up on the dragon idea, and... and... Sage... whoa, this is asking, but could you, like, adjust the tattoo a little so the dragons are wearing the jewel on them, like on a pendant or what? Would that...?"

Sage was smiling. "I like this. I still get to 'paint' the pearl and the ruby, just in a different place..."

"Do dragons have belly buttons...?"

"Nope. But they are lady dragons. So they will wear their jewels. I'll go get some jewelry. Be right back."

Sage was gone only a couple of minutes. Madde and Raya held hands, feeling a little silly in their 'bibs'. Sage returned carrying a black velvet tray.

"So, here are the pins and rings. There's a range of styles. and prices... I would recommend this pearl for you; and this ruby for you..."

Madde was biting her lip. "Woo, they are pricier than I thought. But I wouldn't want to go for... like... that teeny cheap one there... Rai?"

"Yeah. The ruby one does cost some money."

Sage suggested a deal. "Because you are also getting the tats I can give you a discount. And how about this... if you have a PayPal account we can spread it out over the year. But I can count on it as a regular thing.... Sound good?"

"In for a penny... in for a pound. We can do some extra jobs this year. It'll be a motivator. Let's do it. Rai?"

"Done. What happens first?"

We'll transfer the designs to your skin, then do the piercings. Piercing is quick. It will be a little sensitive to work around them, but we're good. That will be the fun bit. Okay? Here we go. Oh, wait..."

Sage held up the jewels. "Only question is do you want the piercings high or low. High sits at the base of your clitoris. Low has the jewel tipping over the hood. High is pretty. Low can be pretty sexy. Now, for you... she patted Raya leg... it doesn't make a big difference, because your hood is short... but for you, Madde, your clitoral column is quite long, so..."

Madde and Raya looked into each other's eyes. A little sly smile. Madde couldn't help the tip of her tongue wetting her upper lip.

"Low." They said in unison.

"Low it is. And that means I'm going to modify the design just a bit so that your... clits... become your dragon's tongue. That way I don't need to needle close to the piercing, which might endanger you with infection. Okay, let's begin."

Marielle and Sage set to work transferring the dragon design to the skin of the two women. The stencil was carefully applied and before very long the outlines of the two pretty dragons surrounded the smooth mounds of both women. This part of the process was painless, in fact, just a bit ticklish and sensitive. In fact, Madde was a bit self-conscious because there was definitely something sensual about Marielle drawing on her privates. She could tell that under her 'bib' she was leaking just a little bit.

Raya was trying to stay detached. To have Sage bent over her vulva and lightly tickling all around it as she transferred the design was definitely a sensual experience. In fact, the whole scene was pretty special to a fly on the ceiling; two women, side by side, leaning down between the legs of two others naked from the waist down... fingers busy all over that area.... reflected in a hundred tiny mirrors.

Sage and Marielle finished about the same time and Sage checked Madde to make sure the design was done right. Held up a hand mirror to show the look. Marielle did the same.

"Good?"

Madde and Raya were pleased to see dragons where there used to be hair, their open mouths about to devour the tender flesh below. Their talons grasping the soft flesh on either side of the clitoris.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

Sage was looking at both artworks.

"Marielle, on second thought, we'll put the piercing in after we do the tats. That way we won't be bumping them... and we can position the rings so they look good with the design."Everybody ready?"

Madde and Raya looked across at each other and grasped hands across the space between chairs. Both had similar expressions, foreheads a bit crumpled with worry, eyes wide, lips tight.

The two tattoo artists bent to their work.

A low groan came from Madde as the needle bit into the skin of her lower belly. Raya could hear breathing in that way Madde did when she was trying to get past something uncomfortable. Of course, Raya was feeling the same thing, but she was doing her best to detach herself, drift up and away from it. She began rehearsing in her mind something she had done many many times before; envisioning herself preparing to do the pole vault. She was out on the green field under the lights on a warm spring night. Some people in the stands. She was at the top of the runway with her pole well-balanced in both hands. Waiting for the signal. Here it is. Now she is running really hard, the tip of the pole held high. Aaaand dip the pole so the butt plug will fit neatly into the vault box. Now the pole is bending and she is shifting her hands. Now the pole is lifting her toward the bar, her feet reaching, reaching... And now the twist and she is up high over the bar, arms and legs pulled back. And now she is dropping... landing on her back on the soft landing pads... the crowd is cheering. And now she is back at the head of the runway again. Balancing the pole.

Someone was tapping on her knee. "Miss, miss!,... Raya!... you are wiggling your legs. I know this doesn't feel wonderful... but it's important that you be as still as you can... okay."

Raya came mentally back into the room. "Oh... Sage... sorry... sorry. I was doing a little... mental exercise to take me away from the pain and I guess part of me thought I was really running."

Sage had a friendly smile. "I completely get it. Whatever gets you through. Only, see if you can keep it in your head. You probably don't want a weird wiggly dragon...?"

"No, no... right... right. I'll keep cool. Just say something if I start wiggling again too much."

Back to the top of the runway. Balancing the pole. Cock back. Wait for the signal....

Across the aisle in the other chair Madde was using an entirely different fantasy to distance herself from the pain. In fact, it wasn't really 'distancing' at all. Could she ever tell Raya what she was thinking about; what she did? Was it her fault that only a few weeks ago she and Lena had played with the 'edge' where pleasure met pain? Of course it was. Still, what happened happened and now it seemed like the best thing for her to think about as a woman was carefully torturing her intimate region. Was it weird that she was pretty excited? No. Well why not? This was an exciting new thing. But aroused? Well why not? Someone was messing around with her pussy. Another woman. But Raya was right there, too. Holding her hand. And she was sitting lying there all open.... another woman with her head bowed between Raya's legs...

Madde gave another little deep groan. Raya squeezed her hand.

"You okay, love? This is crazy, right?"

"So crazy, but so amazing. And we need to 'push our limits'. Yeah?"

"We do."

Comforted, but guilty, Madde went back to her fantasy. When Lena had insisted she wear the three clips for a whole work day.

"Will they hurt?"

"Yes. They will also 'bother' you. Be prepared to 'take a break' from time to time."

"Owwww." The needle was tracing a line across the top of Madde's bare mound. She squeezed Raya's hand hard and got a squeeze in return, though Raya's eyes were tight shut. Madde was feeling a squeezing somewhere else too. That was the way it had been with Lena's clips. Oh, the nipple clips settled to a dull ache that just sent a low current down into her belly; but when Lena applied the clit clamp, crouching over her the way Marielle was doing now. Putting the thing on and then looking up into her face with that hungry wetness in her eyes.

"Keep your hands away. Just let it do its work." Lena scolded. Oh she tried. Just to walk normally, boldly. Later... at work... some people were looking at her 'sideways'. Oh, they could tell that something was going on. And of course she didn't love pain. But this... this. Oh, Marielle's needle was tracing the more tender flesh on the side, the fine work on the dragon's talons and claws. With her free hand she pinched her nipple, hard. "Oh! Rayaa.. it's so... so real."

Marielle paused because Madde's body was tense and shaking. She was breathing out of her mouth and trying to calm down. But for some tense moments she wasn't calm.

"Do you think you're done?"

Marielle was pressing the 'bib' against her 'other lips' and soaking up some 'stuff'.

"Oh, I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry. I didn't mean to... yes, yes, I think.... no more.... you can... continue."

Only she couldn't promise she wouldn't... release... again.

That day with the clamps had been the same. Lena had told her to go to work prepared, and she had done that... changing underwear and pads... twice. And when she finally finally got back to Lena's and Lena gently took the clamps off, and of course kissed many times where they had been causing pain. And the relief was so beautiful, and the 'medicine' Lena offered so so satisfying.

But, oh no, Marielle had to stop again to tidy things up. What could she do? She glanced over at Raya, so concentrated, lips tight, eyes tight too; Sage so busy pushing and pushing that needle into Raya just there; wiping a bit of blood away. Oh, no... this wasn't working. That whole scene was making it hard for her to breath. Maybe if she bore down. No, no that just made her... Marielle was shaking her head as she pressed the bib right against there again.

Breathe, breathe. Think of something... neutral, maybe... yeah... the view of the lake at sunset. Raya and her sitting in their chairs with something cool, sipping... watching the cute mallard ducks, just chasing each other around and quacking. Pointing them out to Raya and feeling Raya's hand in hers just like now. Wanting to pull Raya close and kiss her and...

"Ooooh Jeeez!" Raya was crying. No. Couldn't be. Raya didn't cry like that. But... yeah... there she was. And Sage was paused with her needle lifted over Raya's.... And Sage was saying in this, very soft, too sexy voice, "Easy, Raya, easy. Just a little more. That was the tough one, but the rest is mostly easy. Breathe, now, breathe. I'll numb up the rest."

Raya was gripping the arms of the chair and rocking. She turned toward Madde, those deep brown eyes full of tears. "Oh Madde, if I didn't love you so much I'd hate you for making me do this. We could have gotten tiny bunnies on our upper arms. Damn, Madde... this is meaning it. Okay, Sage, let's finish this up."

The rest of the tattoo session was kind of a blur for both of them. Putting the color in was exquisitely painful. Even Madde cried a little. And while she was crying she was wondering, "Why am I the one for whom this is more... what... natural? Raya seems like 'the strong one'. But maybe it's more like she works to push pain away while kind of accept it, maybe even... shhh... invite it."

Sage and Marielle were sitting back on their haunches and looking at each other, smiling.

"Well. I think we are done. I hope you ladies are pleased with the result, because... and I think I can speak for us both... we are pretty happy with what we've got here."

Sage reached for the hand mirror, as did Marielle and they positioned them so Madde and Raya could see the result.

Two graceful, but fierce dragons roared from the nether regions of the two loving friends. They were the same, but different. Raya's lighter 'silvery' dragon emerged from her cinnamon skin with glimmers of red and green. Madde's black dragon was bold on her creamy skin with accents of green and gold. Raya's dragon breathed steam while Madde's breathed fire.

Madde and Raya were still smarting from the 'treatment', but feeling pretty good that it was good... and over... except for one thing.

"And now for your jewels. This should be very quick. "Sage and Marielle held up the ruby and pearl rings. "ready?"

"Yes. No. no. Yes, of course. Let's take that final step."

Sage had a serious look. "Normally, I would say wait at least a couple of weeks until the tats heal a bit before adding the piercings. But since you are leaving... and since you want to get this done now, I can only caution: "You will need to keep it clean, and that means, of course, keeping it clean."

Marielle and Sage got out the piercing tubes and bent over their 'victims'. "Here goes." Sharp steel pierced tender flesh. Madde and Raya gave a moan at the same time. "And here are your rings." the metal shafts with their precious jewels attached slid through the newly made holes and were locked into place. The beads attached to the jewels found their resting place right at each woman's most sensitive spot.

Madde's eyes were wide. "Oh! That's going to... I'm going to have to get used to... mmmmhm."

For the last time Marielle tidied up Madde's tender area. Raya was breathing a little heavy too. The tattoo had been very... intimate... but this bead, with its pretty pearl glowing above, was just plain sexual. And the pain across her clit was not going to let her forget that 'something was happening there' for quite a while.

Instead of using the hand mirrors Sage and Marielle led them to the little 'dressing area' where they could apply some antiseptic soothing lotion and put on their complimentary 'granny pants' with special pads for wearing while they healed. Side by side, looking in the dressing room mirror, Madde and Raya grinned big, holding each other hip to hip.

"Madde? You bitch. Look what you made me do. I have a dragon on my pussy and a pearl hanging off my clit. And it hurts. But I don't regret it one bit... well, maybe a teeny bit until it stops hurting like wasps attacked my pussy. But. You gotta admit... it looks pretty cool.

Madde was not feeling exactly the same. Oh, the tattoo and the piercing were making her feel pretty good. But she was wondering if she really was a bitch for dragging Raya into this. And she was feeling a teeny bit sad because, even looking at herself in the mirror, next to her gorgeous girlfriend and seeing their matching dragons side by side, the pearl and the ruby, for a moment she missed the girl she was, with the tufty blond muff and nothing else and only a hint of her puffy lips emerging below from the underbrush. Still, this was them now. But she did her best to steer her mind away from thoughts of falling to her knees in front of Madde and flicking that ruby with her eager tongue.

"Gonna be fun driving home."

"Yup."

"Best pay up and get it over with."

"Yup."

They dressed very carefully and made their way home.

.....................

It was the last night of their vacation together. The soreness down below was beginning to subside. Raya was thinking.

"Tonight I'd like to put beds back the way they were when we arrived. Two singles.... and to sleep separately."

"Ohooo. Really? On our last night! Really?" Madde was pouting.

"I have a reason, because we are still healing and because of a fun game we can play...."

"Fun...?"

"You'll like it, trust me...."

"O... K...."

"You will. And I think it will enhance our adventure here."

"Adventure!"

"Yup." Raya grabbed Madde by the shirt and pulled her close, nose to nose. "You know I could eat you head to tail, but I want to be a brat and... tease myself, and you...." She pressed her mouth hard on Madde's and kept it there, not moving much, but breathing in the unique Madde smell, and feeling the heat of her lover's body radiating against her own. Finally, she broke the clinch.

Madde was breathing hard and rough. "That was...."

"It was, wasn't it. Let's eat. Food."

"Hungry or sleepy..."

"Mads, I need some food in this belly. And for our final meal here I bought some bone free ham...."

"The best kind."

"... lavash bread and some serious cheese made from illegal unpasteurized milk, and olives, and avocados, and really crispy romaine, and spicy relish, and Dijon mustard, and... by the way... three kinds of chocolate, so...."

"Okay, hungry trumps horny, for a while, and I'm sorry... I said the T word."

"Forgiven and forgotten."

"I vote for forgotten." Giggles.

...

They made huge sandwiches and took them down to lakeside and their two sturdy Adirondack chairs. They drank pale ale. They looked at each other as they ate.

"So here's the thing..." mumbled Raya, her mouth full of ham and cheese. "... I'm gonna come right out and say how I often feel kind of sad when I think about us."

Madde stuck out her lower lip.

Raya shook her head.

"No, no, it's not a 'We really gotta break up and stop this foolishness' kind of sad. No. Opposite." She took time to chew a big bite and Madde waited.

"No, the thing is, it seems so right and easy with you that I can imagine doing this for a long, long time. But then I start imagining that, and I wonder how that bumps into the 'great American dream' and us supposed to be connecting up with Mr. Perfect and having our 2.2 kids, and the sweet little house in the suburbs, and jobs that make us financially independent, and... and... and.... damn... keeping our parents happy... What do we tell our moms? Will we be able to tell our bosses? You know I love you so so much, but I don't know if I know how to do this...."

"This...?" Madde waved her sandwich.

"See, yeah, see because, yeah Mads, this shacking up with you in a shack in the woods is fine, more than fine...."

"But...?"

"I don't know."

"What don't you know?"

"I don't know if I know how to do it."

"It...?"

"Have a long term relationship with a woman, a 'Boston marriage'."

"Okay. Yeah. But think of this. Have you ever yet had a long term relationship with a man?"

Madde asked the question with her whole face.

"O... K, well yeah, well, you're right... no. Not long term. Only, only you gotta admit the sort of blueprint is already there. How many stories, books, shows, movies... sex manuals tell us what it could, should be like? But us? We're not even bona fide lesbians. I have no experience with that... scene. Do you? Oh. Of course. The Lena thing. But did you really 'make the lesbian scene with her? "

"Well. No. Not really. I...."

"Wait. Don't make me jealous again. This is about us."

"Raya?"

"What?"

"Do you realize this is the first time we have really talked like there is an us? D'you know what I mean? Not just, 'I need you' or 'I want you' or even... and we haven't even said it much...'I love you', but now... this... this, well, you're talking about our future, singular, together."

"Yup."

"Whoof. Well, of course I want to come right over there and climb in your lap and get stupid and cry on you.... but I think I won't because... yeah... this is fucking serious; which is really pretty different from serious fucking."

"Mmm. And lap is ruined for the time being...."" Raya was drinking her beer and looking at a tiny sail way out on the lake.

"So, yeah, I can see how you could get the sads, because it's deep, and it's beautiful, and it really means we're not just a couple of girls any more. We grown wimmen, and loving each other could make or seriously fuck up our lives. It's a thing."

"It is that." They both were silent for a while. And the dusk came down around them. And some serious pink with a touch of orange glowed across the lake water. And the sandwiches and the beer was gone.

"Raya?"

"Madde?"

"Let's go in, and... while I am desperate to cuddle up with you, I am willing to play your game, and... and take the time to think about and talk about who we want to be... separately, ouch, and together... yeah."

They got up and held each other as the night slowly came on. And they rocked from foot to foot and danced to silent music, and let their bodies really know who this other person was that they both had been yearning for. And that future was in their heads, kind of rolling out. But it was so new that neither knew how to put a firm frame around it.

"So what are we going to do?"

"Forever... or now?"

"Um,... I have an idea. Save my other idea for later. Right now lets go for a swim...."

"Okay... and...."

"Just follow me....

"Now, because that forever stuff is giving me vertigo. Oh, we can... should go on talking and talking about it. But what was this fun thing you wanted to do that required two beds?"

"Um, it sort of seems silly now. It has been a sexy fantasy for a while."

"I can do sexy."

"I know, and that's sort of the game. You remember how we first... we were telling stories about...."

"... sex...."

"... and you there in the dark, doing what you needed to do...."

"Yuh."

""... and me too. And now we have spent this time together, but now I keep wondering about it, when you are by yourself... but thinking of me... hopefully me, but I understand if it sometimes is someone else, even someone with...."

"a cock."

"Yes. Well, I kind of wanted to, like, act that out, like, you are over there and I am over there, and you...."

"... frig myself silly...?"

"Yeah, exactly, or whatever except... because you are here I can see you. I want to see you making love to yourself and thinking of me but unable to touch me, like you will all too soon...."

"Oh!"

"Yeah, me too. I felt that, like deep in my womb and it hurt, like it does sometimes when...."

"Yes, but you're here, you're here, you're here, you're here...."

"Yup. But can we play my silly game so I can see you better when....?"

"Shit. Okay."

"So let's swim out to the raft together, now, and... welll... whatever... But when we get ready for bed... we do it separately.

"Sounds like a plan. But right now...." Madde pulled apart the snap on her cutoffs and dropped them to the ground. Raya smiled and pulled the drawstring of her shorts. They slid down her legs. Tops slid up torsos, caught lightly on bare breasts and shrugged off shoulders. Special panties... gone.

The moon was eager to get in on the act, sneaking up through the woods before the sun had finished making its glow across the water.

Each woman couldn't help looking at the tattoo on the other, the saucy dragon on Madde's belly, head occupying of her thick pubic bone; fierce mouth licking at the red ruby. Madde admired the sister dragon where Raya's pubic curls used to be, getting ready to devour the big pink pearl.

"Are you still sore?"

"Sure. But it's a good sore, sort of...."

"Ooh, I'll have to kiss it and make it feel better...."

"Counting on it. Sometime. But Sage said 'not now'. And we don't want anything getting mucky."

"Oh, I'm so my own kind of mucky already. And I know you sooo make it all feel sooo much better. But I promise to try to be really good...."

"Good."

Two beautiful shapes moved into the cool water and paddled gracefully toward the raft. Those same two forms slid wet out of the water onto the warm boards and with very few words settled in a comfortable embrace. The kisses were more like one long kiss with gentle breaks for a loving gaze into eyes lit only by the moon.

........................

The 'ritual' of moving the beds apart again was really pretty sad; though this time they pulled together, and it was much easier, and all too quick. And all to soon they had cleaned up and brushed teeth and were sitting opposite each other on separate beds in their new, very loose, 'don't chafe my very sore pussy' shorty PJs. And they held hands and looked into each others' eyes. And they bent forward and held a long kiss. And then they turned and got under the covers but left one bedside lamp burning low.

The moon had found the skylight and was strong enough to put a shadow on the wall. Something fluttered through it.

"What was that?"

"A bat, I think."

"Really?" Raya didn't really like bats.

"Mmhm. I think so. I saw something that looked like a bat box on one of the trees in the woods. Some people want more of them. To eat mosquitoes and stuff."

"A 'bat box'? I though that was something you stand in during a softball 'at bat.'"

"Har, har. Naw, these are like a bird house only they have skinny slats instead of holes, where the bats can hide. The Chinese think bats mean good luck. So I, for one, am going to think the creatures here are wishing us 'bon voyage'. Oh Rai, I don't want to go."

"Me 'need her', but 'them's the breaks.' We got jobs to finish. And then school."

"Our last year."

"Ouch. And then...?"

"And then. Raya, hey, we have a whole school year to figure out how it works. Maybe next summer we come back here... for longer, if we can afford it. Or some other exotic spot. We could travel. We could... fuck... in places we've only dreamed of. Hey... hey, here's an idea. Let's go to Lesbos. I've heard it's beautiful... and what better... hey, are you touching yourself...?"

"Of course... aren't you? Only I can't really touch... there... because it's too sore... but my nips appreciate the attention. Don't yours...?"

"Yuh. Mine are hard. Because I've been pinching them. Oh, Raya, what kind of perv am I that kind of enjoy some pain with my pleasure? Oh, not lots of whips or tied in a knot... oh."

"What?"

"I have a confession."

"Mmhm? Not another secret lover, I hope...?"

"Oh... no. It's just that I wanted to apologize because one reason I wanted to get the tat was because I had heard that some people get off on the pain of it and that got me... excited. And... sure enough... during the session... I kind of... came. I mean, not a big O, but Marielle had to clean me up only that kind of 'added fuel to the fire.' And part of me was feeling ashamed.

"The part above the belt."

"Exactly. Although, technically, my nipples were aching and I had to kind of hang onto them."

"I know you did...."

"Cunt. But no, really, the pain down there kind of converted into something that was so... so..."

"Hot."

"In a word. And I thought the best thing was just to go with it. Poor Marielle..."

"Hey, maybe she has tattooed a dick... or, erf, testicles..."

"Ooo, killing my buzz. Raising yours? You do have a thing for cocks...."

"Shhh. So. Not my game, but I totally get the 'pain into pleasure thing.' Not so much the 'so much pain the person is screaming and drooling and pissing themselves."

"Ooo, you really are out to chill my jets. Sorry, too late. I'm distracting myself with a fantasy image of you on the raft in the hot sun. Your skin is all shiny and bronze with sweat and baby oil and you have your long legs all lifted and spread. But this time... this time, as I crawl all dripping wet onto the raft between your thighs, I am not seeing your usual black curly muff all glistening... now, for the first time... I am seeing your slick, smooth mound all painted with its fierce dragon and me and the dragon are about to go mouth to mouth as I stretch out my tongue just enough to flic that gorgeous pearl with the tip and make it bounce against your own tender pearl all raw and poking out, daring me to swallow that jewel... Madde?"

"Hey. I'm busy."

"I kind of hoped you were. But how are you...? Can't feel too good to be rubbing... your dragon.... Can you just tilt this way so I can.... Wait, are you giving me the finger...?"

"Don't I wish...."

"Oh, you wonderful dirty girl. You are giving you the finger. Let me see it again. Ooh, even in this light I can see that it is slippery. Hey, let me see you rub your nipple with that."

"It would be better with two..."

"Of course it would... kind of like...... this... right?"

"Exactly right. And, of course, to get the maximum lubrication I need to get my fingertips as deep into this honeypot as I can reach. Ow, my wrist is brushing my sore...."

"Oh, mine too. I so need to rub just... ow! No no I mustn't even though I know I could..."

"Madde. Stop it. You mustn't. I prohibit it. I know you are going to want to, and going to want to, and going to want to... and in your berth on the train you are going to be so, so tempted. But wait. Wait a lot. Touch yourself everywhere else. I know somewhere you like to touch and you like me to touch and it is dirty but good. So, for this trip maybe...."

"Oh Rai, you know me so well. And it is so wonderfully cruel that you are denying me your sweet warm body and telling me I can't take comfort in my own sweet pain."

"It's because I love you so much... oh... I felt that in my womb. But really... I want you to heal up fast, so when we see each other again in just a few weeks, we are so ready to make all the kinds of love. I will be able to put my mouth on you everywhere...."

"Even where I have my pinkie right now...?"

"Even there, even though you know it isn't my favorite thing, But you are my girl and I need to please you."

"Oh, please please me, Raya."

"It's my pleasure... oh... oh my... to please you. Oh let me see you squeeze your other breast. Oh wow, you got your slick on that one too."

"Okay. Oh, are you going to come soon? Raya. I need to hear you come. You're too quiet. I need to hear your breath. I need to hear those sounds that say you can't help it. I need to hear your orgasm starting to own you."

"Oh, I'm trying hard Mads, I'm trying so hard and not touching right... where I need your mouth... no... stay there... I can't... but see... but see... I can press it from the inside and my knuckle'''my knuckle sometimes is bumping... oh I'm so tender there... Oh here it comes..."

"Let it come, Raya..."

"Here it... here it... oh please... I need it so bad.... I need it... oh Madde!"

"I'm here, Raya. My mouth is right here, sweet. Give it to me. Make a mess on my face. Please. Please hon... I can't come until you do. I'm so aching to come. So. So. Oh Raya... let it go!"

Words stopped. But it wasn't silent in that cabin. Two strong women, just beyond fingertip away churned themselves fiercely. The parts that so yearned for attention were being maddeningly ignored, but the waves were still building to full force. Hands and fingers were frantic. Pinched nipples send sparks of desire deep inside. Breath was raw, like the last lap of a race and then became a siren's call for release.

Raya was in her favorite ass-up pose, an arm wrapped around a buttock now shiny with her own sweat and spoor. Her long fingers churned madly.... A fist under her belly kept her tender mons from scrubbing the pillow the way it dearly needed to do.

Madde's hips were lifting high off the bed, yearning for the rafters, her parted thighs quivering with her sexual hunger, her thick vulva leaking around her eager fingers, spreading her as much as she dared.

Were they listening to each other's music? Their yearning rose in unison and then they were crying out to each other, hungry eyes wide as they ached for each other across that narrow chasm.

And then the blessed release. The moans that wouldn't stop as the tummy spasms grabbed both of them and turned their bodies into helpless puppets of desire.

It took quite a while before all the sexy need was shaken all the way out.

"Raya?"

"Mads?"

"We still have some milk and cocoa. Hot chocolate?"

"You'll make it? I'm a limp rag."

"Sure."

Madde clambered out of bed and down the ladder and soon the aroma of warm milk and chocolate wafted up to the loft. Raya pulled her sleepy head out of bed, ran her fingers through her wild hair and headed for the bathroom. Noticed her packed bags, her outfit ready for leaving. A little checklist on the nightstand. Double check the train schedule. Have snack and drinks ready. Give Madde her parting gift.

Madde had two mugs of steaming cocoa waiting and some oatmeal cookies, She sat and waited for Raya. She was only almost crying.

"Mads?"

"Yuh?"

"What's up?"

"N'much."

"You're sad...."

"Mm hm, 'S'just that this has been so...."

"Yeah."

"We're different than we were."

"Yup. We have permanent ink on our pussies...."

"That too. And I hate/love that I am already missing you while you are right here."

"Yuh. Kiss me."

It was a kiss where they both disappeared and only came back into the room when it was over.

"I'm going to bank that against the next four weeks."

"Me too."

"Okay, bed."

"Sleep bed. Long day tomorrow."

"Spoiled sport."

"Uh huh. Now get your hand off my nipple."

"Awww."

Up the ladder again.

It wasn't an entirely restful night.

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Amtrak's slipshod schedule made for a lovely sweet/sad parting. Instead of departures hours apart they left within minutes of each other on adjacent platform. So the goodbye kisses were frantic, and the tears spilt on the run hauling roller bags. And Madde and Raya could almost feel the miles stretching between them as their trains chugged apart in opposite directions.