[ A short story inspired by the novel. The content may be inconsistent with the themes of Pappus and Sonder.]
Ruby shaved the edges of her mound carefully, trim and neat like her super organised mind. This was no hurriedly undertaken activity, a rough shave, and you would have hair growing halfway down your thighs for the rest of your life.
No, thank you.
Take your time, girl; Ruby knew the value of planning; it was just in the intensity of the shared gratifying moment that she often lost the plot.
Still, that is the pleasurable excitement of sex, thought Ruby, just losing control, the command then passing from you to another. Yet, their control also spins wildly.
Damn, a nick.
Focus girl, this is serious manicuring for the main game.
She teased the metal now close to her skin.
Boy, it felt delectable.
In that instance, she would have eaten herself out if it had been physically possible.
Self-control darling, she told herself as she felt her smooth, so silky skin.
She had been issued by nature with more than her fair share of awesome, sexy equipment; what a bud; it was impertinently active even when not being touched directly.
Sweet Mary, she had found out she could make it fuckin move recently just by concentrating on it, awesome.
Ruby had watched her clit move like a periscope when freed from its hood, arching up to the world, intent on touch.
Even when touch was absent, her clit was always seeking touch.
She had seen this clearly in her hand mirror. Her clit was in love with her fingers; Ruby always knew it was a de facto convenience in the absence of a probing wet tongue of a friend or manipulating fingers from a chosen partner in another moment.
Actually, her clit was promiscuous; it didn't care who lurked in the clitty neighbourhood, Ruby's fingers or a stranger's, as long as the vibe and beat, the rap of the street, hit the sweet spot.
Did Coral deserve her personal icon of ego rapture —of course — because it wasn't any particular guys just yet.
Ruby was about to masturbate in the shower with the water jet of the extended shower head, a regular reward for keeping calm and focussed, staying on task when trimming and shaving.
She suddenly wasn't in the mood.
Fucking Coral, of the golden pubes, passed through her mind — Mmm—thought Ruby— if I only had her butterfly lips, I'd have the fucking purry perfect puss.
Coral, what a kitten, not Coral, her vagina, what a mound, what gorgeous lips — they had stuck in Ruby's mind from the boathouse like a memory of her first ever kiss.
Two weeks had passed, and while they had met socially on campus and been to a concert with a group, they hadn't been alone. Ruby knew it was alone time that would catch Coral off guard.
Ruby suspected her best friend was staying deliberately in groups when meeting her, aware of how susceptible she was to her scheming for pussy delights.
Ruby was also disappointed that Coral was moping about Josh.
Seriously, thought Ruby—Josh was overrated.
For such a bright chick like Coral to select — screwing Luke for your first shag —though hell, she hadn't done much better in beating Coral to Josh.
Josh had only just got to five minutes inside her.
So Coral's pussy was vacant, like an abandoned squat.
Ruby couldn't stand that. But time was of the essence, the golden girl was heading to Princeton later in the year.
The brunette knew she needed to get at Coral's pussy at least once more before Coral's fantasy combination that brokered love and penis in the same breath; got over Josh.
Still, Ruby had her own problems, a current reputation for a pussy hanging one of those hotel 'Do not disturb 'signs across her cute pudenda.
Ruby wanted cock; and wanted a fucking big one.
The trouble was they were hidden behind fucking trousers and boxer shorts.
She had a cultivated reputation for giving good head. Still, she had been labelled a callous bitch when it came to sharing her own fucking pussy.
Still, she hadn't worked through the entire football or debating team and had no intention of doing so.
Ruby had no aim of being labelled a slut.
She had a name, Ruby, which wasn't synonymous with cheap; she was only checking out the hardware.
It was a double standard; guys could check out as many chicks' software as they liked, and no damage was done; in fact, it was expected.
A girl does head jobs beyond the digits of the one hand, and she's in deep; labelled fucking easy.
Ruby knew she would never, ever be easy, and she wasn't even thinking about her pussy here.
Ruby pondered; a guy goes to the rifle range and fires off endless rounds or sprays all over or inside sweet juicy pussy, it's considered a game, and he's a man, just a man.
A girl joins the spelunkers and heads deep into cavernous dark grottoes, and all sorts of innuendo are sniggering behind your back.
Ruby remembered the jokes: who's exploring your personal cavern; after a few beers in the tavern, and geez, you would know a lot about tight spaces.
Yes, Ruby needed a thick, well-hung male.
Where did that need come from?
Maybe the mother-fucker of a dildo she had filched from the abandoned probate mansion.
So while waiting for Mr Big and fuck, he would need a brain attached too, shit this was too hard; maybe she'd try the nerds in the computing club upstairs in the student common; the intelligence was there, just perhaps nature had been over-generous downstairs too with one nerd!
She made a mental note, called a memo to Ruby, to sign up for the Robot Cup challenge.
Ruby finished her shower; no self-pleasure today.
She was a woman on a mission.
She was drying her hair while ringing Coral.
The bitch better be home was all she currently thought.
"Hi."
Ruby released a wad of tension just hearing Coral's lilting voice.
'Coral —Hey —Coral, want to go riding," Ruby tried ultra casual.
Hesitation on the line.
" Riding, what —you, Ruby?"
"No, horse riding —you filthy-minded tart —you can wait till later."
"Okay, say, one hour."
Coral sounded half asleep and was obviously only just up, slack mole— thought Ruby.
"No, half an hour max, okay?" insisted Ruby.
She was driving the agenda and wanted it to stay that way.
"God —you are an impatient bitch, Rubes —but okay."
"Seeya at the stables," and the brunette clicked the line.
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Ruby's family had two horses in a small stable behind their secondary semi-rural property.
Ruby was geared up a treat.
Even Coral thought she was fricking hot.
White skin-tight jodhpurs, sleeveless ruffled shirt with gorgeous lace trim and Calvin Klein rich black leather full-length boots.
The obligatory helmet was stylish.
This girl was smart but usually didn't dress chic.
Bitch thought Coral, who hadn't geared up, just tight, skinny faded blue jeans and a classic white T-shirt.
Her hair was flowing free, golden waves catching every ray of sunlight.
Still, Ruby's newish short pixie cut suited her face.
"Damn you, girl —Ruby —you could have told me it was fancy dress."
"You love a surprise, Coral, and there are a few of those in-store today."
Coral thought two pairs of tight pants might just keep them both behaved.
You can kid yourself.
Coral hadn't determined her mood today — it fluxed about doing 'it.'
Moods can change!
The golden girl was up for fun with Ruby.
Still, she would need to watch the crafty miss who could conjure delight from an empty saddle bag.
Why did Ruby have a saddle bag?
"What's in the saddle bag, Rubes?"
"A treat for later —come on, sweetpea —mount up."
Ruby mounted Flame, a chestnut gelding.
"Flame, eh suits you —fired up for some action," said Coral.
Coral was quickly astride Champion, a black gelding, which was appropriate.
She felt one up on the valedictorian Ruby after the boathouse—though Ruby knew how to screw you back — 100%.
The brunette got her attention, "Hey Goldilocks —stick this on your head," and tossed her a riding helmet.
They set a steady canter through the open field towards the fire trail, in sync with their mounts.
Perfect riding techniques, modest perceptible breast bounce, no sore arses here.
Though Coral wondered if Ruby had explored her own petite arse after her own recent inspired knuckle work in that tight cavity.
"Rubes, is it true a big clit gets stimulated riding horses —the up-down motion —legs spread? Well, Rubes?"
"What crap —no —but it's great to spread the thighs and feel the power and speed beneath you."
"Nah — I can see you right now squeezing your thighs into the flanks —you don't have to position that tight. I see your pelvis is grinding into the saddle. I bet you are tingling right now —don't lie!"
"You dirty-minded slut —jealous of my fabulous clit —but you, my friend, have the largest sex organ here —your fucking slutty brain!"
They shared a laugh.
They went through a gate, where they dismounted and remounted.
Then, as the track narrowed and steepened, they were single-filed concentration, at walking pace.
They descended the hillock coming out just below the spring.
The heat was now in the day.
Warmth was growing in Ruby's mind.
Coral was still mentally cool.
"Let's track down to the pool," Ruby said casually enough.
Coral knew it was planned.
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After tethering their mounts, the two young women approached the inviting, deep, natural water pond.
There was a shallower side with a naturally grassed area.
"Skinny dip?"
This was not a question or an invitation because Ruby was already removing her white riding blouse and exposing her lacey bra.
Her cute breasts were out as Coral thought, okay, but with the caveat, let's see who's controlling this.
Coral deliberately faced away from Ruby, hastily removing her white T-shirt and bra, then her jeans, leaving white cotton tail briefs for her friend to contemplate.
"Christ, run out of undies and had to borrow granny's, honey," nicely cutting from Rubes, who added, "So unsexy, sweetie, but still it is what's underneath that counts."
Coral ignored this, removing her undies and entering the water immediately, denying Ruby a view of what she knew her companion so desperately desired; a peek of her curly pubes that would assuage her swirl of thwarted anticipation.
Coral positioned herself on the deeper side of the pool, turned and treaded water, again — slighting Ruby — denying her even a view of her breasts.
Coral got the complete bolt from the blue, which stunned her placid mind, though her gentle arm action held true through the water.
Wow, Ruby, you alluring bitch was the immediate thought that crossed her thrashing turbulent mind.
Her arms held steady, her mind a whirlpool of emergent lust.
Her eyes were fixated on Rube's genitals.
The brunette was naked at the edge of the pool. The sunlight catching a metal ring clearly pierced through her clithood.
Coral wanted to tug it now; no, she had wanted to pull it seconds ago; she was already anticipating pulling the ring back to completely expose Ruby's magnetically attractive bulbous anatomical anomaly —polite speak for a lucky, lucky pearl drop clit.
Coral knew the bitch —Ruby — knew precisely what she was gawking at.
Ruby entered the water, relaxed and in control.
No whirlpool of turbulent lust-fired emotions like Coral.
All Ruby had to do was wait and let Coral build the intensity.
Woh thought Ruby — her sweet tulip bud had been on hold for two weeks. She might as well have been a marooned castaway or, even worse, a medieval betrothed maiden trapped in a chastity belt.
Wait, wait, was Ruby's message to self; don't good things come to those who wait.
—Fuck no; replied Ruby to herself, let's start the fun now.
"Come on, sweetie —you know you want it —I won't make you wait."
Taking Coral's hand, they side-stroked together to the pool's edge.
Legs and arms tangled rapidly, and faces were buried between thighs.
Tongues surprisingly found flesh moister and softer than themselves. Coral had a metal ring on her mind and found it.
Ruby had luscious, elegant, crinkly labia to part and did so immediately.
Coral was intrigued by her own curiosity. She knew Ruby's clit and remembered it well.
So why did a piece of metal excite her so much?
Her wetness between her legs was apparent to herself.
Ruby wouldn't need any spit today.
Was it the thrill of pulling the ring back over Ruby's awesome protruding nub, without touching her flesh, just pulling lightly on a silver ring, backwards and forwards, lightly.
Her partner's clit enlarging, if that was possible for a clit as big as Rubes!
Surely, it was the erogenous preset axis of her womanly response —to completely manipulate another girl's pleasure zone.
Or was the sheer audacious action in Ruby dropping her undies and letting a complete professional stranger pierce her sweet, delicate flesh.
What a moment of trust or foretaste of future lust.
Coral couldn't image getting her own labia pierced.
Surely, Ruby had the piercing done merely to tempt her, like her tattoo, scented candle and indoor plant gifts.
Coral was playing with a piece of metal.
Ruby was playing with two pieces of flesh.
Coral was playing hide and seek the clit, using a metal ring.
Now you see it, now you don't.
Only Rube's clit was never entirely hidden. It popped out with startling randomness like a manic Jack-in-the-box.
Ruby was opening and closing butterfly wings carefully and delicately. Monarch butterfly floated through Rube's mind.
Coral kept playing her game till Ruby started another.
Nimbly and adroitly, Ruby was up, easing Coral's body into position with one hand and mounting her partner like a horse.
"What the f...—Ruby —aren't we a bit old for this," suggested Coral.
"Baby —you have no idea —this is for you as a big girl— relax—relax."
Coral felt the firm leather handle of a riding crop slide between her labia.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she cooed, control lost.
Her mind was super possessive of the regular slippery sliding action, especially when Ruby dismounted and inserted the crop handle, by gentle stages, deeper each time, into her soaking fem-tunnel.
What turned Ruby on beyond her wildest imagining was not the glistening moisture of Coral's undeniable wetness on the leather, leaving a viscous, clammy, tacky trail, but the black leather contrasting with golden, straggly long pubes.
Gold and black combined, an interior decorator's dream.
Ruby would never see gold and black again without thinking about her riding crop and Coral's pretty perfect Californian poppy pubes.
Coral was lost in her own pussy's power to create personal exciting joy. Ruby was lost in colour — for a moment.
Ruby flipped Coral to vary the tempo; Rubes was a happy sixty-nine girl.
She licked and sucked the long labia and flicked Coral's petite clit.
Coral gave a few pleasant finger strokes around Ruby's clit but knew rimming the bitch's anus would maximise her excitement.
Fun in the sun continued for a minute or two.
Ruby lifted her pace.
Coral thought, holy hell, her tongue has a high-speed setting.
The golden girl's fingers on both sides of her body clutched at the tufted grass they lay on.
Coral sensed she was closing in on her orgasm and tensed.
She let Ruby take her there.
She moaned in pleasure, to indicate clear feedback.
"Yes, ooh, you minx, lick there, keep licking there, ooh, ooh, ooh!"
Her extended right hand, however, found and gripped the riding crop.
Coral guided Ruby into a position easier than she thought possible;
The brunette was malleable when it came to sex.
In a moment — akin to — carousel giddy —up — whoopie— she rode Ruby, welting the bitch firmly on her arse, first one cheek, then the other.
Coral could tell Ruby was close to frantic delight as she hit—the fine line between pleasure and pain.
"Raah, ah, yes, frickin, ah , raah, raah, ah!"
Coral inspected the pink little welts she had inflicted on her best friend's arse.
Pretty stripes and streaks with a cuffed carnation hue.
Absolute mutual moments of enduring satisfaction are rare in sex.
Together, they gathered the rare gem.
Ruby rolled over, smiled and actually politely said, "Thankyou."
"You're welcome," replied a satisfied Coral, thinking, I win again.
However, Ruby took the riding crop, eased Coral back into position, and mounted her again.
"Steady Ruby —we've already played this —no new tricks— wet T-shirt repeat —I'm slightly disappointed in you!"
Coral regretted the use of that word for a very long time.
She saw Ruby spit on the crop handle, and it disappeared straight into her tight virgin arsehole, where not even her own finger had ever ventured.
Coral spieled the rarest of golden girl expletives.
"Shit", "Fuck," and "Holy Crap!" in some combination neither Coral nor Ruby could ever unravel — mixed, they flowed from her shocked mouth.
Her private starfish delivered the goodies.
"Oof, off, raah, oh my, yes Ruby, yes Ruby, please continue Rubes!"
There was Paradise on Earth.
It felt amazing, as does any new pleasurable experience.
Coral was sated after a couple of minutes of superb, intense ego gratification.
The girls dressed quietly.
Ruby mounted Champion, leaving Coral Flame for the return journey.
Coral understood; Ruby felt she was a top bitch again.
Okay, thought Coral, my turn to plan the next rendezvous.
Yet, simultaneously, Coral confronted the nagging doubt of whether she could take it or leave it with Ruby.
If she planned, she wanted it.
Ruby was all genital and heady delight, but Coral wanted cock too.
Damn, thought Coral; Ruby was outstanding at getting what she wanted when she wanted it, and the bitch already knew she would get it again soon.
Ruby led the way back past the mulberry and through the old orchard.
She felt confident about round three.
It was exhilarating to self to be one smutty step ahead of her cute friend, who had more than fucking surprised her in the boathouse; it was seared into Rube's brain and still made her arse tingle to think of that afternoon.
Ruby knew if Coral planned, she would have to counter-plan because, in life, she liked to call the shots.
"Okay, race you back — Let's go."
Ruby took advantage, galloping before Coral was ready.
Coral trailed a distant —thinking — Okay, you want an endurance event, Ruby —you'll get it.