C2 Chapter 2

Time Management

“Oh, man. I can’t believe you talked me into this!” With a pained expression, Carolin slid off the bicycle seat onto the grass.

“That’s the deal.” Rebekka grinned. “We spend more time together, but fifty percent of the time, I get to decide what we do.” She sank onto the grass as well, minus the pained expression.

“Good thing we have a marriage of equals,” said Carolin, “and that I get to decide on the other fifty percent.”

“Every marriage should be a marriage of equals,” said Rebekka, rolling onto her back and sticking a blade of grass between her lips. “Equal terms and equal footing.”

“Sure, but how many actually are?” Carolin groaned a little as she leaned over toward Rebekka. “And as to whether our marriage is completely equal . . . I mean, aside from decisions about how we spend our time . . .” She nipped the blade of grass away from Rebekka’s lips with her own.

“What, are you feeling oppressed?” Rebekka asked, as she bent over Carolin to retrieve the blade of grass with her own lips.

“Hm-mm.” Carolin pressed her lips together firmly to defend her possession of the tiny green frond and shook her head. But Rebekka managed to steal it nevertheless. “You?” asked Carolin.

“Well . . .” Rebekka now held the stem between her fingers. She looked reflectively up at the sky.

“What?” Carolin stared at her, surprised.

“Well . . .” Rebekka repeated cautiously. “My life has certainly changed since we’ve been married.”

“But that’s not entirely my fault,” protested Carolin. “It also has a lot to do with the restructuring of your company,” she smiled. “Which actually means we have more time for each other now.”

“Yes, that is an exceptionally positive effect,” Rebekka admitted. She let the blade of grass fall, leaned over Carolin, and kissed her gently. “I never imagined it would be this good.”

“There’s one drawback, of course,” said Carolin. “When we could only see each other once in a while, I knew that would help keep me interested in you. But now . . . when we wake up together every morning and go to sleep together every night . . . and do so many other things in between . . .” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

“I know,” said Rebekka, letting herself fall onto her back. “You’ve become so uninteresting to me. Thanks for reminding me of that, by the way. I’d better start looking around for another woman right away.” She leapt up onto her bicycle as if she were about to ride off.

“Rebekka . . .” Carolin groaned, standing up and clutching at Rebekka’s bottom. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Of course not.” Rebekka dismounted once more. “My sweet little wife just wanted to draw a compliment out of me – because, after all, they’re so rare.” She smiled and took Carolin into her arms.

“Oh, I’m not little,” Carolin protested. “You’re just . . . really tall.”

“It’s all relative,” said Rebekka. “Lots of men are taller than I am – and probably every runway model in the world.”

Carolin kneaded Rebekka’s backside. “Good thing you’re not as bony as they are. They’d leave me bruised all over.”

“Doing what?” Rebekka asked saucily, holding Carolin away from herself slightly and looking into her face with mock curiosity.

“As if you didn’t know.” Carolin moaned. “Doing something that would probably constitute S/M, if you tried it on me right now.”

“Does that mean we have to wait until later?” whispered Rebekka, seeking out Carolin’s lips and kissing them.

“Mmm . . . darling . . .” Carolin murmured, cuddling up when Rebekka released her lips. “Do you produce pain-relieving substances, too? You could already market your kisses. . .”

“No, I’m not in the pharmaceutical industry,” Rebekka replied with a laugh. “So then . . .?” She buried her nose in Carolin’s hair, savoring her scent. “Does that mean it wouldn’t be S/M after all?” Her hand slid down Carolin’s back, stroking its way to her bottom.

“Your kisses aren’t quite that good.” Carolin let herself sink onto the grass with Rebekka again and grimaced. “But if it must be S/M, so be it.” She embraced Rebekka and spread her thighs so Rebekka could glide in between them.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Rebekka whispered hoarsely.

“You’re not.” Carolin planted her feet and raised her hips in order to rub herself against Rebekka. “I can’t even feel anything anymore.” Her voice sounded even rougher than Rebekka’s.

“Nothing at all?” Rebekka’s hand slid over Carolin’s breast.

“No pain,” whispered Carolin. Her nipple swelled beneath Rebekka’s palm.

Rebekka started to roll over with her.

“Don’t,” said Carolin. “I want to be underneath. If I sit on you, I’ll have to use my butt’s biking muscles again.”

“I just want to be fair, after this morning . . .”

“You talk to the union too much,” said Carolin. “We don’t have to be that fair.” She grinned. “And if you’d told me this morning what you had planned for the rest of the day, I wouldn’t have let you go after just three or four or five orgasms. I would’ve demanded ten, until you were completely worn out and this ride was cancelled.”

“I can still ride a bike after ten,” claimed Rebekka. “I’d just need a little time to recuperate.”

“You and your workouts.” Carolin sighed. “I’m always going to feel like a sack of flab next to you.”

“What’s flabby about you?” Rebekka massaged Carolin’s side, her hips, her thighs. “All this is solid and luscious.”

“Mhmm . . .” Carolin closed her eyes. “Keep going.”

Rebekka lifted herself slightly to push up Carolin’s tight cycling shirt, then her sports bra. She bent down and took a nipple into her mouth.

Carolin cried out softly. “I thought . . . this morning . . . I’d never be able to . . . again . . .” she gasped. “I was so wiped out.”

“Recuperation time.” Rebekka grinned. “You’re in better shape for it now, too.”

“Three times a day . . . isn’t exactly . . . a fitness program,” Carolin teased Rebekka as she tried to catch her breath.

“Just wait . . .” whispered Rebekka. “I guarantee you’ll get more than that today.”

“Isn’t Sunday supposed to be the day of rest?” Carolin cried out as Rebekka pulled down her bicycle shorts. “If anyone comes along . . .” she whispered, suddenly bashful.

“Let them look,” Rebekka replied hoarsely. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she regarded Carolin’s form, half-naked in the grass. “It’s nobody’s business if I sleep with my wife. In fact, it’s my marital duty.” And with that her mouth sank down between Carolin’s legs.

Carolin felt Rebekka’s tongue thrust inside her and moaned out loud.

Rebekka stopped, concerned. “Did that hurt?”

“No . . . no . . .” Carolin tossed her head to the side. “Please . . . don’t stop . . .”

Rebekka smiled and spread Carolin’s legs wider, then turned her attention back to the swollen labia. “You look so beautiful down here,” she whispered, rapt. She thrust her tongue deep inside Carolin once more.

Carolin moaned, reached for Rebekka, stroked her hair. She felt Rebekka’s tongue deeper inside her than it could possibly be. Every fiber of her being yearned for Rebekka, wanted her deeper and deeper inside. “I want a baby with you, Rebekka,” she whispered. “Please . . .”

Rebekka paused. Her head lifted. “What?”

Carolin was breathing heavily. “I want . . . a baby . . . with you,” she repeated between gasps. “You said you did too, right?”

“Yes.” Rebekka pushed herself up next to Carolin and took her in her arms. “Yes, I did. That would be nice.” She caressed Carolin’s back pensively.

“What? What is it?” asked Carolin. Her breathing began to slow as she felt the warm breeze blow across her naked backside.

“I don’t know,” Rebekka replied slowly. “I have more time now . . . maybe I could . . .”

“Don’t you want my baby?” Carolin asked, somewhat disappointed.

“Yes, I do.” Rebekka smiled at her. “I’d love a whole crew of little Carolins. An entire houseful.”

Carolin laughed. “I wasn’t planning to mutate into a baby-making machine. I was thinking one, maybe two.”

“Yes. Two would be ideal,” said Rebekka. “I didn’t like being an only child.”

“Then two,” Carolin smiled. “One from you and one from me. That would work. Although . . .” She looked at Rebekka. “To be honest . . .”

Rebekka made a face. “You can’t picture me as a mother,” she said.

“Not really,” Carolin admitted. “But if you want to be . . .”

“I was just thinking . . . about my mother,” Rebekka mused, somewhat haltingly. “We’d talked about using my eggs – even if another woman were going to carry the baby . . .”

“Svenja,” Carolin said dryly.

“Yes, Svenja.” Rebekka looked solemnly at Carolin. “But that was under different circumstances. With you, of course, that wouldn’t be necessary. My mother loves you.” She smiled at Carolin.

“But she might rather have your genetic material in her grandchildren than mine?” asked Carolin.

“She would never say so, of course,” answered Rebekka, sounding slightly unhappy, “but if I had a boy – and if he resembled my father . . .”

“That would be wonderful for her.” Carolin nodded. Then she took a deep breath. “Fine, then, you can have the baby. The first one, anyway.”

“Oh, hell.” Rebekka swore. “Why can’t it just work for us like it does for straight people? A piece from me, a piece from you . . .”

“Science isn’t there yet,” sighed Carolin. “Fusing two eggs. So we’ll just have to work with what’s available.”

“Yes, I suppose we will.” Rebekka gave her a tender look. “But . . . to be honest . . . I’d be glad to let you have the first one. I think I’m . . . not quite ready yet.”

Carolin grinned. “That’s absolutely fine with me. You have plenty of time. And now,” she whispered, pushing her hips against Rebekka, “let’s work on the pilot program for egg fusion. Maybe we can make it work after all.”

Rebekka gasped for air. A hot streak ran between her legs. She quickly pulled off her bike shorts, turned around, and settled herself over Carolin’s face.

“Mhmmm . . .” Carolin sighed as she sucked in Rebekka’s labia. “ That , of course, is even better.”

Rebekka’s head disappeared between Carolin’s legs as Carolin let her tongue slip back and forth across Rebekka’s pearl.

They began to moan in unison. Their movements became more forceful and their moans louder until they finally ended with one double wail.

Even if it hadn’t been so far away, they wouldn’t have heard the soft whirr of the video camera as they sank down happily on top of one another.