[ A short story inspired by the novel. The content may be inconsistent with the themes of Pappus and Sonder.]
The insolent firmness of Coral's petite clitoris took Ruby by surprise, but only for a second.
Then she realised it mirrored her pleasure gift, her regular unwrapped package of girly pink, pulsating, purry perfection.
Still seeing something so well known, the same, yet intriguingly different because it was sitting between Coral's legs and not her own, made Ruby reflect on the wonder of the nub and how exhilarating it was to be a woman.
Homogeneous as females but heterogeneous as females too, Coral's itty clitty deserved some exploration before she teased it.
How to touch it, thought Ruby.
Coral was Coral, while she liked to pull back her hood.
Her clit was more prominent than Coral's too.
Ruby preferred a few scratches of her index and middle fingernails over its bulbous growth after a few minutes; she found it irresistible, invigorating and generating a fulsomeness of self when her circulating fingers taunted around the twisted folds of skin at the start of masturbation.
Coral's hood was shorter, her clit smaller, her lips wider though, fleshier than mine.
Ruby gently spread Coral's ruffled, rumpled, relaxed flesh, teasingly pulling apart, then extending both lips to their springy fullness.
She wistfully acknowledged that her thin slices of flesh would never be able to do this.
Still, the fun was here with Coral's lips, so elastic, supple, silky, and sinuous, curving and folding in turns upon each other like lovers twisting and rolling in beach waves.
Coral's labia were stylishly defined; Ruby knew they would generate endlessly sought yearning in any spectator; they could, should and would bewitch and transfix any viewer repeatedly.
Ruby sighed, a combination of awe and happiness at the privilege of sharing Coral's usually hidden, never before shared, inbuilt, personal excitement package.
"Geez, Ruby, what are you doing," from Coral, who had never stretched her labia before.
Ruby gently extended both now glistening lips a fraction more, well beyond Coral's golden pubic mound.
Her delicious bundle of muff, so full and luxuriantly unclipped.
Ruby could tell this girl had never placed a razor here.
She could feel her private moisture rising at the delectable thought of manicuring and trimming Coral's lush golden Kentucky bluegrass.
"Prop up a bit and look at yourself," instructed Ruby.
Coral was taken aback but responded, "Ruby, I know what my pussy looks like, sweetie."
"Ah, Ah," said Ruby, "Not like this."
"Woh," remarked Coral as she looked down between her legs, shocked and genuinely surprised at seeing her labia stretched. Equally, how delicately Ruby was holding her apart.
Like pincers, thought Coral, Rube's fingers were tweezers, and her scarlet-coloured nails were incredibly long.
Yet red nails and pinkish lips were complimentary partners at the moment.
Ruby deliberately pulled the slightly larger left lip farther out.
Coral gasped as it stretched still farther from her body.
Ruby ran her fingernail, ever so lightly, tantalisingly unhurriedly, down the inside of the extended, taut, membranous tissue.
Coral felt a nervous twinge of discomforting comfort and a delicious tickly tingly warmth run through her labia, and the sensation floated through and settled in her womb.
It continued to roam, filling her chest with a heaviness of satisfaction. Then, it wandered achingly to enter memory as something that had to be repeated now and in the future.
Ruby's sweet blues looked straight into Coral's green eyes and planted a deep, sensual French kiss.
Coral's covetous tongue sought Ruby's licking, salivating pink tip.
Intimate pleasure enfolded the pair, the greedy desire to explore dominating as tongues fed young lust like sweet treats shared on Valentine's Day.
At the same time, Ruby again stretched Coral's labia and scratched down the inner side with immediately defined sustained pressure, a gradation up on her tender first scraping.
"Mmm," released the golden girl.
Coral was astonished by the wave of cavernous longing and rapturous need for more touch. However, she was still being touched.
She wanted and needed the next wave of contact.
She instinctively released Ruby's probing tongue as the pleasure mounted and exhaled deeply.
Coral uttered in a gushing, unrestrained and uncontrolled way, "Oh, ah…my…oh …God."
And Ruby paused her nail touching where the stretched labia joined Coral's petite pearl-shaped pleasure droplet.
She was waiting for the sensation to surge through her buddy's pussy, and its coursing like the sweetest warmest heat.
Coral's wetness was seeping from her opening; she was past immediate arousal, and she was primed to take greedily.
Still, she was euphorically searching for a way to reciprocate Ruby in thanks for her privates sensual experience.
Again, Ruby readied her nail; Coral was all anticipation.
The sensation known, mentally rehearsed, and if not administered, it would be demanded, so powerful was the craving for this dexterous, adroit ecstasy.
Ruby paused, waiting, waiting.
"Please," murmured Coral.
The brunette whispered, "Whatever you desire, whenever you desire it. I am the instrument of your desire."
Ruby then scraped again down the inside of the wet, silky skin, and the lubricated viscosity of Coral now added a dimension of unparalleled delight to the receiver.
A natural part of the never-ending wonder of genitalia's seemingly infinite capacity to surprise when a fellow human soul oversees and shares what they know so intimately of themselves.
Yet they know so little of their ability to inspire memory-searing sensational trills of thrilling bliss, in another, that will serve recollection for a lifetime, even given in the briefest succinct moment.
Easily measurable in the seconds it takes for the giver and receiver to administer and feel, it is measurable as a typical physical reaction by sexologists; however, it is immeasurable in its impact on a soul and its transubstantiation into memory.
Ruby was not finished yet; like a magician, she held the spectacular in reserve for the finale.
With her other hand, she inserted two fingers deep into Coral's soaking orifice of female entrancement and entertainment.
This culminating act was simply about lustful rapid play, fun in the hole, make the girlfriend feel like a happy hoe.
"Who's my slut now, "said Ruby, as she poked with energy and determined focus, feeling for Coral's G-spot.
She found the more complex patch of flesh and placed pressure on it.
Coral was flexing her thighs, closed her eyes and arched her back, and her breathing was rapidly getting quicker.
She was moaning, "Mmm" repeatedly.
A demure clear flow of fem liquid squelched and smeared around Ruby's fingers.
She inspected Coral's cum on her fingers.
The golden girl looked at the glistening moisture, too.
Ruby placed two fingers into Coral's damp fur burger from her other hand.
She now held both sets of fingers between Coral's and her face.
Nothing was said.
Two women viewed one woman's wetness, her physical body expression of a sweet minute's pleasure. The evidence of joy, a transparent viscous sticky dew that belied the intense internal exchange of the moment.
Reciprocity of fond tenderness would remain in two memories long after the femcum vanished.
It was to disappear quicker than modesty at a sorority hazing.
Ruby volunteered one set of fingers to Coral, inviting her to savour the taste of her honey pot.
In many ways, it was analogous to honey as Ruby sneaked a peek at Coral's golden pubes. The loose, uninhibited, crinkly, odd, wayward strands gave the appearance of gold shavings because of the intensity of light coming directly through the skylight of the boathouse.
Coral accepted the proffered twin digits unquestioningly and sucked once, then twice, to selfishly ingest the evidence of her own puss's response to absolute delight.
Goldilocks would always remember Ruby's fingers in her mouth, the sensation, the consciousness of receiving, long after the intensity of her first fingering by another woman started to fade.
She basked in the intensely physical, which was soul-affirming; she felt warmly human in another's company.
Ruby licked greedily, tasting Coral's fluid emission and comparing it to her moisture.
She occasionally felt the need to sample after a frenzied masturbation session and concluded that it was basically the same.
"Well, that caught you by surprise," smirked Ruby, poised and relaxed on the old velvet couch as the boathouse was bathed in the warmth of afternoon light.
Coral had thought she would feel ashamed and embarrassed, her first time with a girl.
She felt neither, just a tranquil glow, as still as the calm water under the boathouse.
She kissed Ruby softly on the lips.
The brunette ran her fingers through Coral's golden mane.
"Okay, miss, comparison time, which is better, a boy or girl?"
Coral blushed.
There wasn't much Ruby didn't know.
The golden girl locked her hands around her knees and thought pensively about Luke in the boathouse recently.
She was unaware she had again given Ruby an intimate view of her golden pubes against her soft white inner thighs.
She wondered if she should counter whether Ruby had screwed Josh, her ex-boyfriend; the rumours had circulated that she had intended to and had succeeded.
Was there anything the brunette wouldn't do to shame Josh to run away and access her private golden garden?
Coral and Josh had broken up badly, and Ruby had been the messenger of Josh's infidelity with the beach tart, Brittany.
"No, you first …how was…. Josh?"
"Josh thinks he can do it like most guys. Not organised, I had to put the condom on him, the useless wanker. Still, he lasted a few minutes," replied Ruby.
Then the brunette, swishing her ponytail, added, "Okay, Missy…how was Luke?"
"He tried. I kept thinking of Josh," confessed Coral.
"Stick to girls for a while, honey. At least we know what we are playing with, eh," as she swept her naked, lithe, nubile body across the boathouse to the toilet.
Coral found herself taking in Ruby's petite butt cheeks in more than a casual way; she was well packaged this girl and would quickly fill a book with her sexual intent.
Coral thoughts wandered between the quick jerks of Luke's clumsy efforts on this couch, what was it a few weeks ago, and then this recollection was competing for time with her fantasy longings for Josh.
If only he had waited, he would have got it all: her pussy, heart, soul.
She felt indecisive; which way would she go in life, promiscuous bisexual or embark again on the hazardous, arduous emotional rollercoaster search for love's true companionship?
Fuck Josh; he had more than a wayward cock to answer for.
And like she couldn't recall whether it was tide in or tide out against the boathouse piles this afternoon.
Coral couldn't decide.
Ruby's tattoo, not her pussy or shapely breasts, was her new sole focus as the sensual bitch that knew her complete physical self — sauntered brazenly across the room and re-joined her again on the couch.
" Full quiz and touch of the tat …Rubes."
Ruby was more than happy to show it off.
It was tasteful: a blown dandelion angled in from just above her right hip, the pappus blown away on the wind like Ruby's endless quest for random delight.
"Why the dandelion Ruby?" Coral wanted to know if there was any significance in the choice.
"Because…because…I want you now…. come here," and Ruby had on-the-spot personal gratification in mind, not the deeper meaning behind a tattoo.
Coral owed her some pink time, and it should start now.
Ruby adroitly positioned herself in the classic sixty-nine, her legs parted close up to Coral's face and her own eyes taking in the curly, wondrous golden expanse and her sweet friend's folded labia resting crumpled like a table napkin, the smaller lip resting on, the larger, defining its own petite form and the wishes of its partner in promised carnal duality.
Ruby wasn't sightseeing; she parted Coral's mound quickly with both hands and started licking from the perineum to the tense smallish clit of her collaborator in the current place and time.
The brunette wasn't calibrating or regulating her actions; she was licking and sucking and fingering.
The jumbled mish-mash of fun called conferring pleasure, nothing less, nothing more. It just felt affirming of self to pleasure another.
Coral was finding it hard to stay focused on Ruby's nether regions.
The brunette's cute, puckered starfish was nearly more alluring and tempting than her small fleshy lips until her gaze latched onto Rube's clit.
It was peeking beyond its hood, prominent, exposed for only one purpose: to receive delightful spasms of joy and to be caressed.
Strokes of a slippery, eager tongue, soft pats of elegant, feminine fingers, and swooshes by blown warm breath that would titillate and send balmy waves of delight through Ruby's body.
Coral had a threefold plan and went to work with a proud sense of cooperation. She could match Rube's intensity.
Damn, Ruby was circulating her tongue with deft pressure over her rigid little bud; it was good, no, it was awesome.
Then Coral felt her cleft and pubes matted in a deliberate drizzle of spit as Ruby willed her saliva to assimilate and augment the steady leaking flow from Coral's 'honeypot' for the culminating Big O, as her tongue frenzy intensified.
How to up the ante and give Ruby more; as Ruby was delivering shivering thigh-shaking ecstasy, Coral knew her climax was close.
The golden girl blew her warmish breath closely around Rube's arching clit and took in her manicured dark pubes above her hood.
She was sure Ruby's thighs, too, gave a perceptible shudder hinting at the spiralling delight that would rush upwards from its current localised limited erogenous zone through her womb, filling her chest and captivating some brain cells that would relay the message everywhere that this was sensational and magnificent caressing and Coral alone was directing it; like a maestro performing on the orchestra of her feminine parts.
Rube's pubes passed through Coral's mind, and she nearly laughed.
However, from her finger's own independent action and not her mind because she knew her mind was thinking Pubes on Rubes, her index finger took Rube's glistening vaginal moisture and went straight into her rilled freckle.
Rubes moaned loudly, and her upper body stiffened; her head went up and away from Coral's pussy, left forever on the cusp of orgasm.
However, Coral was overwhelmingly single-minded and beyond the thought of a lost climax.
Ruby was staring ahead, repeatedly pleading, "My God…Oh, Fuck…yeah…more…more."
And her beseeching plaintive demand was met vigorously with a determined, clearly understood, dirty-minded energy from Coral that shocked even herself as her index finger slid in, up to the knuckle, into Ruby's ever-relaxing anus.
Coral couldn't fathom where her action had come from.
Ruby didn't care as long as it continued.
Her mind was linked to her ass; her arsehole was directly connected to her brain.
She reflected much later — if only life was as simple as base pleasure.
At the moment, the brunette was ravenous for a lingering smutty touch she had never experienced from another finger.
God, the joy that was packed in a single digit.
She had rimmed herself, but it was not the same.
Ruby reflected later — God, sex was remarkable, so startling, beyond comprehension in the actual moment when the seemingly impossible sensation occurs.
Ruby felt like crying with happiness as Coral removed her finger.
She was assuaged in spirit, but her body craved that one extra spiralling touch, that one extra anticipated penetration of her asshole.
Please, please, she was thinking but didn't articulate it because Coral might think of her as an overbearing slut instead of just a moaning slut.
However, Coral was sluttier and more risqué than Ruby had anticipated.
The golden girl's tongue rimmed her back door.
Ruby did all she could at the moment, looked forward blankly, her eyes in her mind and sensation centred in her arsehole as she expressed urgently to Coral to keep licking by moaning, "Mmm…yes…mmm…yes…more."
Ruby struggled to keep her balance as her thighs quivered, her arse tensed, the pit of her overall being welled with euphoric delight, and her head seared with joy; body parts and functions were all celebrating independently as paroxysms of ecstasy flared off disjointedly through her whole being like uncoordinated fireworks.
The brunette collapsed onto the edge of the couch, her hands to her face, her legs still splayed.
She was in awe of her body's response and Coral's filthy mind; it took her a while to fully relax.
Ruby flickered her hair back from her eyes, turned, and tried to sum up Coral, the girlfriend, till this afternoon, as ever open and candid, but never explicit sexual touching.
Who was this young woman she had known for years?
Coral gave Ruby a soft kiss on the cheek and a gentle hug.
She was surprised at the forces she had observed coursing through Ruby's body and equally the intensity of her focus to deliver pulsating, coursing pleasures to her friend.
She pushed wisps of Ruby's hair behind both ears and planted a kiss, a smooch on her lips, indicating closure.
"Coffee…. Rubes?"
"Yeah …thanks."
Ruby watched Coral's naked butt make coffee while she slipped back into her jeans and blouse.
Then Coral, occupied by making the drinks, turned to bring them back to the couch.
She saw Ruby dressed, and there she was with a mug of coffee in each hand and nothing to cover her felt moment of true nakedness.
She felt awkwardly individual, unattached to the previous session by being solo naked, despite their afternoon together.
She got out; "Damn you, Ruby, you could have waited for me too."
Rubes smiled and responded, "And miss out on seeing extra bush — not a chance."
Coral placed the mugs on the table.
She put her bra on first, just for Ruby.
Then, her panties slowly, easing them up, holding them just below her full golden pubes, then looking Ruby in the eye.
She laughed, "Hidden from you, hidden from me."
"Well, for the moment," as the brunette minx fluttered her lashes.
The golden girl positioned her underwear comfortably at her hips.
Before joining Ruby for coffee at the table.
Their time together through the afternoon in the boathouse was already becoming just a pleasant drifting sensation for Coral.
She believed she had the capacity and the willpower to either take it or leave it.
However, being one-up on her valedictorian girlfriend was always satisfying.
Ruby sipped her drink — storing, hoarding the lustful self-pleasure and planning a sequel.