“Hardly,” Lara muttered into her drink.
“I thought you used to crush on Mathison.”
“I’ve crushed on a lot of mascs, Elle.”
“I seem to recall you specifically saying that you wanted to suck their… God, what do the enbies call it? You risk offending someone if you saycockorstrap-on,so whatever.”
“I was drunk.”
“The shit you say when you’re drunk is what you’re thinking 24/7, anyway.”
Lara laughed. “All right, you caught me. I used to think that about Ira.” Honestly, that germ was planted by Kennedy. Lara learned that her spouse had a crush of her own.She’s putty in another masc’s hands.Eh. Lara wasn’t in the mood tonight.
“What changed? Ira getting a girlfriend couldn’t have deterred you. Even if you and Kennedy weren’t omnipanquasisexuals, you’d still hit on Mathison if you wanted them.”
Cute. Elle didn’t mean any harm by such a comment, but sometimes Lara got tired of defending her lifestyle, even to friends. Yes, she would’ve kept flirting with Ira until they told her to permanently back off. Wouldn’t be the first time someone did that, to either her or Kennedy. No, the reason Lara lost interest was much pettier.
“I thought they’d be fun until I got a glimpse of what they’re packing.”
“Uh-oh.” Elle’s smile was beyond ludicrous, as if they were having a sleepover as teenagers. “They don’t have the same taste as your spouse?” Elle was not covert when she glanced over at Ira, eyes pointed straight at their crotch. “I mean… can’t see much from here…”
“No,” Lara said, lowering her voice. “It’s sort of the opposite problem.”
“Oh, girl.”
“Shut up. I ain’t saying they’re that drag king who packs a monster in their pants. I’m saying I took one look at it and crossed my legs.” Sometimes, it was hard being a woman like her. Fact of the matter was, the only intimidating thing about Ira’s prosthetic was the abnormally large tip. It wasn’t huge, but big enough to make Lara think twice about going through all the effort necessary to seduce Ira – and, by extension, their girlfriend.
“Life is so hard sometimes.” Elle sighed. “I can’t say I ever thought about them. Not really my type, if you know what I mean. I like my partners more… binary.” After a hearty laugh, she continued, “You going to take your handsome spouse to task for something tonight? I wouldn’t mind watching some hot Domme and sub action. Knowing this place…” She looked around the room, including the empty performance stage. “It’ll be a sausage fest. It always is when the sapphics aren’t scheduled in advance.”
“I could as easily say that to you. Find someone and get them off for us.”
“Not in the mood. I’d rather watch a fun couple like you guys.”
Lara shook her head. “Don’t think we’ll be doing that tonight. Sorry.”
“Oh, well. A woman can always try.”
Normally, Lara’s exhibitionism would certainly drive her to ask her partner to perform together on stage. They had done it before, countless times by this point. Most of the people in this room had seen Kennedy’s ass, Lara’s pussy, and what they looked like when they met for a bit of a lay. I don’t give a shit. Nobody in this place had any room to judge. She had seen a fair number of these genitals for herself. Haven’t seen Kathleen’s. Bet she shaves. No. Waxed.
Lara remembered she was due for a spa day. It had been a while since she went for body waxing. Maybe that could be a Christmas surprise for Kennedy.
I bet that Chloe goes all natural. Kennedy claimed to have no preference, but for Lara, someone who enjoyed grooming herself from top to bottom, being cast aside for someone on the other end of the spectrum would be like an extra kick to her gut.
“Lara?”
She came back to reality, where her spouse joined her on the couch and the others went their separate ways. Elle remained a few more minutes before excusing herself to go cruise for a partner. Once they were alone, Lara sank against her wife, smelling her intense scent and reminding herself that they came here to have fun.
“How’s my Bunny?” Kennedy slapped her hand against Lara’s knee and drew a circle against her skin. “Have a nice chat with your friend?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“It was a good conversation. Always nice to catch up with people. What were you and Elle talking about?”
Lara leaned against the back of the couch and stared at the gray wall behind it. “Ira Mathison’s junk.” She sighed. “Both of the flesh and silicone kind.”
“Ah.”
“I don’t expect you to understand.”
