Lil and Joyce in the first class airport lounge on the way to Betty's

Lil watched Joyce, with utter confidence, display her six assorted vibrators at the airport security check. The inspector called over a manager to double-check the rules for electric sex toys in carry-on luggage. They puzzled over it for a while before not finding any prohibition, and when Joyce offered to demonstrate how each model worked, Joyce and Lil were waved through.

Joyce led her new young assistant to their airline's first-class lounge. "If you are a fat woman with any sensitivity to environmental noise, first-class is the only way to do air travel. The airlines have quite the racket, making travelers uncomfortable and inconvenienced at every turn, and selling back comfort and even basic respect to you a piece at a time. Fortunately for you and I, when Betty hosts a Pleasure Circle, or rather an extended workshop like this, it pays for travel that lets me feel like a traveler, not a prisoner."

"I never thought about it much," Lil said. "We fly coach on family trips, or drive. You'll have to tell me how to appreciate first class."

Joyce was a character, as her grandparents would say, but Lil was fascinated by her. Confident, earthy, straightforward in saying that women's sexual pleasure was a good thing and there should be more of it. That there shall be more of it. A moral advocate for sexual joy and freedom.

But Joyce was also a person who prided herself in how she chose the best for herself in a world that scorned her for being unapologetically insistent on being respected, even honored, wherever she went. Lil wanted a little of that for herself. Mom was brash, and got her way by just doing it, but Mom had made her way like that all her life, and so her advice, whatever the issue, rarely did Lil any good. Joyce had an attitude like Mom's, but Joyce was as much a thinker as a doer, and loved to lecture to explain her choices.

Lil was eating it up.

"Now that we have a quiet place to sit, with comfortable chairs and no public address loudspeakers, let's run you through Betty's agenda," Joyce said. "Partly because you won't need to be there for all of it. Partly because you'll want to be very well prepared for other parts. Come around the table and we'll go through it."

Lil stood by Joyce's chair, nodding along as Joyce Bernstein tapped the end of an airline logo pen on the printed schedule for the multi-day workshop. "These are one-on-one session blocks, so you and Sherah will be free to do what you like."

"Sherah?"

"Betty's daughter. She's about your age. She's been assisting at Pleasure Circles and workshops for several years now."

"Uh-huh." Lil followed along with Joyce, her eyes straying from the printed pages to Joyce's cleavage. Joyce's unbound breasts jiggled in her lightweight travel blouse. Even with a light shawl over her shoulders, Joyce's scoop-necked blouse showed everything but Joyce's broad brown nipples. No tan line, of course, Joyce was as much of a nudist by her backyard pool as in her house. Lil gazed into the depths of the soft, honey-toned Grand Canyon under her chin.

Lil wavered on her feet, tired from a late night of packing for the trip, capped off by Joyce's insistence that she and Lil should masturbate together before bed. Joyce's voice was low and rhythmic as she went through the week's agenda. Lil propped herself up on the broad padded back of Joyce's chair. Stay awake, stay awake.

"Uh-huh," Lil said. A thread of drool fell from Lil's lips and landed in the valley between Joyce's breasts.

"Oh?" Joyce said. She turned her head to look up and around at her sleepy young blonde assistant, wavering on her feet and drooling into Joyce's cleavage. "Lillian?"

"Oh!" Lil put a hand under her lips. "Oh, oh, oops."

Joyce smiled. "We have some time before our flight boards. Would you like to lie down in the quiet room? One of the great comforts of the first-class lounge."

Lil's gaze flickered to the MOTHERS ROOM, NURSING, with a placard noting that sterile empty breast milk bottles were available at the airline lounge's reception desk.

Joyce followed Lil's look. "Or we could spend a little while in the Mother's Room, my sleepy girl. There's a big comfortable chair in there, and I have enjoyed masturbating there more than once."

"Oh." Lil blinked and wiped her chin. Joyce's breasts gleamed with a wet spot she had just made.