I Wanted To Talk

I managed to clear a bit of space on the ice cream table and placed my lightly steaming plate down. I sat across from Regina who had moved onto Strawberry Sundae, the tub of Chocolate Chunk lying on its side, empty. I couldn’t help watching her for a few seconds, the Goddess truly enjoying herself and seemingly without a care in the world where it didn’t involve frozen dairy-based desserts. She had tuned her response a bit, each bite now a more singsong experience, her eyes closed, gently tilting her head from side to side as the melting mouthful was absorbed behind her sweet little smile.

I took a bite of toast, savouring the crunch, and the carbs of it all, then spooned some fluffy, lightly salted scrambled eggs into my mouth to accompany it. I needed to eat for a couple of minutes to finally feel settled. My mind felt firmer, no longer bubbling and simmering for those needy sensations for now. It was a quiet little moment that I found myself relishing more than my warm eggs for some reason. Looking up at my Goddess I wondered about her. About the things that were odd…

Obviously, being the embodiment of some kind of mystical essence linked to my magical ring, Regina was strange as a baseline. But she behaved in distinctly human ways… yet also seemed alienated from the whole experience of humanity as well. At least for anything not related to sex, which kind of made her like a reversal of me. Or at least, how I used to be. Before I had the ring and it seeded new urges in me that were unfamiliar but exciting. My new sexuality was sort of like… when your taste in food changes as you get older. There was an excitement in discovering sexual attraction, like a new world of possibilities had just opened up. It had in a way, only that world I saw… and found myself dreaming about … really only contained Regina. All possibilities assumed her form.

But… what about Regina? What was she like before I had the ring? She called me Ringmaster, but I had predecessors. What had they been like? How had they treated this goddess… or had she even been a goddess to them? I remembered some of the names she mentioned during her introduction, and some of them were a bit too edged… too jagged… for my liking. But she didn’t seem to mind. Maybe she even liked to be called names. Had she been happy with her previous Ringmasters? Was she even happy with her current one? I had no idea what she even really liked, besides sex and ice cream. And I knew most everybody liked those things.

“Regina,” I called out, before I even realised I was doing it. She looked to me, eyes glittering, lips faintly coloured by various shades of ice cream. The ice cream. I found an easier question to ask and put that first. “Have you really never eaten ice cream with a spoon before?”

She blinked at me then looked down at her shiny implement and smiled like a child admiring a new toy.

“Mmm… the last time I ate ice cream it was from a nice little ice cream parlour girl,” she said, eyes drifting to the ceiling as she reminisced. You tilted your head, curious about what she said.

“You mean you went to an ice cream parlour and ate ice cream?” you asked, seeking clarification. She nodded.

“Yes. From the girl that worked there. Chocolate from her face. Strawberry from her neck. Bubblegum from her breasts. And so on,” she trailed off with a gesture of her spoon hand, then she dipped it back into her tub but found it empty. She frowned and quickly replaced the flavour, this time with a brand new pot and she popped off the lid in a hurry.

I realised now that Regina had re-enacted something she had done with a past Ringmaster with me. I wasn’t sure why, but my scrambled eggs seemed to suddenly go cold.

“So that’s why you thought that was the normal way to eat ice cream?” I hazarded, pushing the remains of my breakfast around the plate with my fork. The ring woman was about to try her first spoonful of Macadamia Mint Chip but hesitated, scoop hovering halfway to her mouth. She thought about my question and tilted her head.

“Well...no,” she said, half realising, half remembering. “The girl certainly squirmed a lot more than you did. I knew it wasn’t the normal way, but it felt right. It was sexy. She giggled… got very wet. The Ringmaster was licking her too of course. And she had to let us.” Regina seemed to get lost in her memory for a moment, a cozy expression unfocusing her eyes. Then she locked onto me again with a cat-like smile. “Did you want to eat more ice cream now?” she asked me, excited at first, then she calmed herself and idly tapped her cold spoon to her lower lip. “I can be your ice cream parlour girl,” she suggested suggestively. “You won’t need a spoon.”

I couldn’t help the fluttering of my heart with the way she looked into me like that. Urges overtook my worries for a moment but I tamped them down with a slow inhalation through my nose.

“Let’s talk a bit more,” I said, forking some more food into my mouth so that I didn’t have to say anything immediately. Regina shrugged and dug into her ice cream and ate. The new flavour rolled uncertainly around her mouth, then made her lips curl sweetly. I played at nonchalance. “So what was your last Ringmaster like?”

My Goddess was savouring the cool sensations of mint for a moment then thoughtfully considered my question.

“I don’t remember,” she admitted. I tried not to baulk, my mind already fearing that I was a soon to be forgotten Ringmaster too despite not knowing how you even stopped being one in the first place. “I mean, I don’t remember who the last one was exactly,” Regina went on, seemingly oblivious to my anxious staring. “There were so many and the timelines all sort of … run together…” And that seemed to be the extent of her explanation as she licked up some more minty sweetness. That was almost reassuring in a way… but did nothing to quell my curiosity. I felt particularly nosy now, but took Regina’s general air of indifference as permission to continue prying.

“What about that Ringmaster who did the ice cream thing with you?” I tried. This made her cast a more careful gaze in my direction but I braved the ancient spirit’s eyes.

“What about her?” she asked me back, casual tone still lilting her voice. I knew I was getting pink now, feeling heat rising from my neck. I had no more toast or eggs to hide my tongue behind.

“I was just wondering… what she was like,” I said. “What kind of things she did with you.” There was a smile there, though I wasn’t sure I would call it friendly.

“Oh we did many things together,” she said, eyelids lowering. “She always had a plan. And she was very… strong. ” I was unsure of what to make of that description and without thinking started playing with the ring around my finger. “She was muscular,” Regina added. Ah. My flannel suddenly felt like it was a bit too big for my frame. I kept rubbing the ring with my thumb.

“Is that the sort of thing you like?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. It was like my thoughts just couldn’t stay in my head. I made my lips into a line and found myself suddenly scrutinizing the label of a random pot of Blueberry Cheesecake Ice cream next to my arm.

“Ringmaster Alexi.”

I heard her call for me and it took me a second to pull my eyes back up to meet hers. She had put down her culinary obsession for the moment, slender arms folded on the table. Her serene, open expression made me swallow. “Why are you asking me questions about past Ringmasters?”

I couldn’t hold her gaze for some reason.

“I was just curious,” I understated. “I mean… were they good Ringmasters?” That question didn’t even make much sense to me. “Did they… make you happy? What things did they do for you?”

“For me?” Regina’s brow creased at this but her lips curled upwards.

“Yeah… did they do things you liked?”

“Things that I liked? Oh, sweet thing,” she cooed, and was out of her chair then and she seemed to float over to me. I found myself letting her sit on my lap, and the solidity of her, the weight of her, and the warmth of her, was comforting. “You don’t seem to get the point of any of this do you?”

She brushed a bit of my unkempt fringe to one side and the caress of her finger down my cheek made me need to hold her. I slid my arm around her back and my hands found her hips. “This isn’t about what I want, Alexi,” she said. She leaned down and kissed me, and I wondered if she did that because she could see in my eyes that her mouth was all that I wanted in that moment. She tasted sweeter than usual. Sugary in fact. I was treated to half a dozen lingering flavours of ice cream all at once.

She gently ran her knuckles up and down the middle of my chest, my bare flesh just between my breasts tingling to her touch. “You are my Ringmaster now,” she told me, her voice soft, her breath on my cheek. “I’m here to help you get what you want. That is what I want.” Her words were more saccharine than her kiss, but I found myself salivating for more. The ring pulsed faintly, but it was there. I had been feeling it for a few minutes now. I pulled her down to taste her lips again and she fed me her tongue. I gripped her tighter as she moaned passionately against me, my fingers in her longer, snowy hair. This was all I wanted. My mind knew it. My body knew it. My wet panties told me so. Regina didn’t need to say anything else.