Part of Being A Woman

Karla Kush sits on her bed, belly round with the baby whose father disappeared the second that Thai coast faded behind him. Her mother won't stop reminding her how cheap it feels to get knocked up there. Then Mona Wales walks in like someone forgot to lock the front door. She touches the curve of Karla's stomach like she owns the heat under her palm. Karla tells her she hasn't been touched since the test turned positive. Mona talks about the orgasms that ripped through her while she was in labor—says they felt like lightning coming up from her own pelvis. She offers one now. Karla says it sounds insane with her being her mother's best friend. Mona laughs once, low. She tells her she'll stay the way her mother should have. She pours oil across Karla's belly and swollen breasts, the nipples tight and dark from milk coming in. Mona licks where the oil shines. Her tongue drags lower until Karla is making noises that make her own legs open. Mona pulls the wet panties aside and rubs her open, fingers sliding over swollen flesh, then her mouth closes on the puffy clit, sucking hard. Karla climbs onto her face, rides until the orgasm punches out of her, leaving her shaking. She answers by burying her face between Mona's thighs, licking until Mona comes with short, ragged sounds, then pulls her closer so their wet pussies slide against each other until both of them shudder again. Mona looks spent but already hungry for the next time her clothes hit the floor.