Bed Buddy

Liz noticed that Barbara didn't flinch from having her crotch "accidentally" brushed against as each of the women hugged her. Barbara's nipples protruded every so slightly through her bra and blouse.

"How's it hanging, Barbara?" Liz asked.

Barbara's face screwed up. "How's it hanging?"

"Yeah, that's what I've hear men ask each other," Liz casually responded. She wanted to distract Barbara by verbally confusing her.

"Yeah," Charlene said following Liz's cue. "Like how are your balls hanging?"

"Balls hanging," Barbara giggled.

"Or how your dick hanging? To the left or to the right?" Chris joined in.

"Dick, right or left?" Barbara savored the words.

"Or, in our case, tits. How're your tits hanging?" Liz posed the question forcefully.

"I guess they're hanging good?" Barbara responded. "My tits are hanging straight."

Liz thought Barbara gave a little shiver with she said "tits." She mused that her tits may be the other thing straight about her soon.

They hugged again and Barbara held each a little longer. She was so deprived for physical contact. Anger and frustration flashed across Barbara's face. Liz picked up on it and drove him the point.

"Your husband," Liz started to say. She wanted Barbara to associate anger and frustration with her husband. "How is that fucker doing?"

Barbara pouted. "I'd rather not speak of that asshole. He's such a fucker."

Again Liz shifted the conversation to small talk about the "cock sucking" weather and "fucking "clothes" and "shit kicking" shoes. She continued Barbara's acceptance of new vulgar lexicon by associating it with Barbara's interests.

As they sat and chatted, Chris and Charlene interspersed profanity with chit-chat as well.

Soon, Barbara relaxed and joined in without thinking by saying "fuck" in every sentence.

As soon as Liz sensed Barbara was completely at ease, she attacked.

"Hey, Barbara, what was it you said about needing cock yesterday?" Liz asked as if she was inquiring about a new hairstyle.

"Yeah, something about your pussy?" Chris joined in as she glanced over the menu.

Charlene brushed her hair back and sighed, "Who cums when he sees your tits?" She sipped her coffee without looking at Barbara.

Barbara swallowed hard. She did mention it yesterday.

"Barbara, don't be a fucking prude. We all grown-up bitches here. You know you want to confide in us," Liz spoke low and hypnotically.

"Yes," Barbara droned, "I do want to confide in you."

"So what about your pussy?" Chris asked again a little more assertively.

"It needs to be fucked," Barbara whispered.

"Who cums?" Charlene whispered back.

"Adam, my husband," Barbara spoke up.

"Why would you need cock?" Liz pressed.

"He cums just looking at my tits. Nothing for me," Barbara gushed just low enough so no other coffee shop patrons could hear.

Liz then stated that they all "been there," and the other two agreed. Barbara felt as ease realizing she was alone just as Liz knew she would. Then Liz twisted and her purple gel dildo tumbled out of her purse. It landed in Chris' lap who nonchalantly handed it back to Liz. Charlene acted as if Chris handed Liz a packet of sugar. Barbara was dumbfounded.

"Is that?" she sputtered.

"My little bedroom buddy," Liz sighed as she carelessly slipped the dildo back into her purse.

Then the three of them discussed vibrators and dildos indifferently.

Barbara desperately wanted to join in but all she could say was "It looks pretty."

The three women looked at Barbara like she was a naive child.

"It's okay, dear," Liz said patronizingly. "Not every cunt can handle it."

Barbara sensing a challenge decided she needed one to be like the others.

Liz added a little more flattery and a subtle reminder of Adam's inadequacies.

Then once again the three women departed quickly leaving Barbara to sit and ponder. As she got up to leave, she saw Liz' dildo on the chair next to her. She justified picking it up and putting it in her purse as a gesture for friendship so not to embarrass Liz. It felt warm in her hands.

Barbara went off to perform her charity work, but her mind repeatedly drifted to the purple bed buddy in her purse.