Joni, good morning! How about that storm last night!

Hey, Mira. Yeah, quite something.

Did your power go out?

No, but I wasn’t home for most of it.

Oh? Where were you?

At the library. Monday night dance class. But when the sirens went off they sent everyone home. Only this girl Kimmy couldn’t find her purse. I helped her look for it, but it wasn’t anywhere. Then she remembered she’d been upstairs watching some old guys play chess, so we went up there. Sure enough there was her purse.

Good thing no one took it.

Right. She thanked me for helping her look. Then we were looking out the window at the storm. All that lightning, and the wind was blowing the rain sideways. The building practically shook with the thunder. Very orgasmic, I said. Orgasmic, Kimmy repeated, in an uncertain kind of way. Don’t you think so? I asked. I don’t know, she said, I’ve never actually ... I asked how come. She said something like I guess it’s just not in me. I said maybe I could help. She said she wasn’t sure. I said what’s the harm. She agreed. I got her to sit in a chair. She was nervous. Her thighs were trembling. I held her knees. I don’t know about this, she said. Close your eyes, I said. Relax. Lean back. There. I eased her lace panties to the side. What a darling cunt you have, I told her. Such tender petals. And what a cute little clitty. There was a chess piece on a nearby table. I licked it until it was slippery. Then I used it to caress her cunt. How does that feel, I asked. Good, she said. Good, I said. I kept caressing her cunt, along the sides of her petals until they opened, revealing her virgin fuck hole, the membrane glistening with love juice. When I touched her clit she jerked. Was that a...? she asked. No, I told her. Not yet. I kept caressing. I went lower. Gently using the chess piece around the rim of her little butt hole. Around and around. That’s that’s that’s, she sputtered. It is is is, I agreed. Then I pushed it in.