No, Bernie "goes" alone

"I need to go powder my nose," Bernie said. Lil giggled. "Will you hold my bag while I go pee?" Bernie asked Lil.

"Sure!" said Lil, and held Bernie's "Hot" bag next to her own. "I'm gonna go get an Orange Julius," she said, "but I'll be right back here so we can get our Tarot cards read."

"Can you get me one too?" Bernie asked. She swallowed to settle her jittery insides.

"Sure thing!" Lil said.

In the bathroom, Bernie walked straight to a stall, pulled down her shorts and sat on the seat. She cupped one hand over her mons and cunt lips, gently pressing and rubbing over the whole area to soothe herself before getting to the business at hand.

She thought about her last time with Gary, how it had been days and days since they'd had sex together. She and Gary had been so clumsy with eagerness that they dropped two condoms before they could get him suited up. She smiled at the memory, especially at recalling his face brighten as the head of his cock entered her warm and ready body. Gary always made her feel beautiful, lovable and sexy. She parted her moist lips and rubbed up and down the slippery inner labia.

Her mind drifted to the last time she had seen her cousin Ben, recalling his own special look of excitement as they consummated their latest little "experiment." Her heart beat faster. This time had been just one of many in the past few years, each of them exciting and a little scary. A little less scary now, now that her mom knew about Bernie's experiments with her cousin and could give suggestions on staying safe and comfortable. Bernie remembered Ben had this "oh wow!" look on his face as Bernie slipped her finger into his anus and moved it with a little "come here" curve like it said in the guide book.

She thought of the women's self-pleasure group her mom did every week. Bernie had attended many times, and had seen the faces of many women, young and old, fat and thin, transform with orgasmic climax. Every time, there was a circle of women's faces glowing with pleasure as they masturbated together and honored each other's bodies with their respectful attention. Sometimes a regular woman circle member would bring a friend or even her daughter as a guest. Maybe she should take Lillian, to help her heal her hurt and anger at that awful boyfriend. More to the point than shopping, anyway!

Bernie moved her fingers onto her sensitive clitoris and moaned. She stuffed the side of her other hand into her mouth to stifle her sounds. She flicked a finger up-down-up-down over the swollen, wet sex bean and hmmmmed into her hand.

But as she approached orgasm, the images in her mind shifted from Gary and Ben to Lei, the intense-eyed Chinese salesclerk whose gaze and touch had put her in this state. She imagined Lei going from measuring to disrobing to devouring her, with Lil looking on, first in surprise, and then with lust. Bernie imagined Lil's bright eyes staring into hers as the Chinese clerk sexually ravished her with red-tipped fingers and red-painted lips. Imagining Lil's hot gaze and Lei's wicked touch, Bernie finally caught her climax. She closed her eyes and writhed on the seat, moaning into the side of her hand as her fingers struck sparks from her clit that shot her high into orgasm space.

Bernie composed herself, washed her hands and face, and polished her steamy glasses. When she met Lil out by the fountain, she was relaxed and smiling. "Thanks, Lil," she said as she took her Orange Julius. "Now let's get our cards read."

"Cool!" Lil said. They went over to the woman seated at the folding table.