Clashed Preferences

"That means she prefers women to men."

"Now, now, don't tell me she hates men."

"No. She hates no one because she's a bisexual."

I pursed my lips and nodded.

"For an easy penetration," she added, "you've been using vaginal lubricants on her, don't you?"

I raised my eyebrows and remarked, "Absolutely! How do you know that?"

"It's obvious. Since she doesn't cum when you are with her, that's the only maneuver you have to follow."

"Well," I spoke in a low tone, "it is her coldness that disturbs me a lot."

"I don't think it is her coldness, but I know what the problem with her is."

"Really! What's that?"

"It's anorgasmia."

"It's a-WHAT," V and I exclaimed in unison.

J looked at us and grinned. "I don't blame you two," she said. "Most people aren't aware of this sexual dysfunction even though they are well affected by it."

"Ooh! That's another thing I've never heard before," I said.

"The sexual dysfunction," J said, "is the difficulty experienced by an individual or a couple during any stage of normal sexual activity like desire, arousal or orgasm. Anorgasmia is the sexual dysfunction that mostly affects women. They may have a delayed or no orgasm in spite of an effective sexual excitement."

"That's horrible," V said. "Are you telling Ray that Bianca has lost her normal sexual activity?"

"To be precise, it's rather suppressed than lost."

"I don't get you," I said. "How can an activity be lost or suppressed? It isn't something like your money or sentiment."

"Yes, but it's related to her mind and mentality," J said.

"Hey! Do you want to say my wife is mentally ill?"

"No! I don't think so. The suppression of her orgasm may be caused by various factors."

"Oh! What are those factors?"

"First," she answered, "a woman may be anorgasmic if her conjugal life goes inharmonious, unsecured, and uncommitted. Is that true for you and Bianca?"

"No. That's unlikely. We never had fights, arguments, or lack of affection. I love her, and she knows how much I care for her."

"Second, a woman may be anorgasmic if she is physically ill or has already undergone the surgical removal of her womb."

I shook my head and said, "You know that Bianca is perfectly all right."

"Yes, and that's why she's very pretty."

I grinned at her.

"Third and most important," she said, "a woman may be anorgasmic if she is addicted to the use of antidepressants. Has Bianca ever used those drugs?"

"Why must she take antidepressants if we get along well with each other? She has never been dejected or gloomy at home."

J nodded and resumed, "Fourth, a woman may be anorgasmic if she has the fear of pregnancy or sexually transmitted diseases."

"Ha! Do you think Bianca can be afraid of getting pregnant or diseased? Fat chance."

"Fifth, a woman may be anorgasmic if she has been harshly treated by her parents or guardians at an early age. Have you ever asked Bianca about her parents?"

"Yes, and I know they are moderate people. They never discouraged her for going to bars or dating some friend."

"Oh, yes. You met her for the first time at Philip and Marlene's bar."

"Yeah. Is that all for factors?"

"No. There is only one left. It's known as the conflict."

"Is it some kind of a clash?"

"Exactly," she affirmed. "It's the clash of simultaneous but incompatible desires, needs, drives, or impulses. To put it another way, Bianca wants to gratify her bisexuality but she can't do that."

"Why can't she gratify it?"

"Cause, she doesn't want to lose the harmony and commitment in her relationship with you. Naturally, an unsatisfied sexual preference led her to situational anorgasmia."

"Situational an-an..."

"ANORGASMIA," J added, "and I know you want me to define it."

"Erm-yes," I said.

"Situational anorgasmia, the very common sexual dysfunction in a woman, signifies that she may be able to reach her climax only during certain situations like receiving oral or manual stimulation of her clit. Likewise, she may cum for one partner but not the other. In Bianca's case, the sexual fantasies about lesbians may provoke her to masturbate and cum. However, she fails to cum when you join her abed."

"That's crazy! I can arouse her for sure."

"Oh yeah," she said. "You can arouse her, and she goes up to her plateau. Nonetheless, she won't cum until another woman makes out with her."

I pursed my lips and said, "Hum-that makes sense. When I saw her lying nude on the bed, the sight aroused me instantly. I walked over to her, knelt down, and found that she was already wet. Without further ado, I stooped and glued my mouth to her pussy."

I paused for a while. J and V beamed at me.

"She hissed as I sucked her wetness with relish," I went on. "Running my tongue into her quivering pussy lips, I licked her cunt and came up to her hood. My lips closed about her clit and I began to suck it."

V licked her lips.

"Did she open her eyes," J asked, "and showed you more signs of her sexual response?"

"No. She didn't open her eyes immediately, but called a name while moaning in the bliss."

"That's interesting! Was it your name?"

"No. It was V's," I rejoined.

The two stared at me. V looked aghast but J was utterly astonished. None of us spoke until I broke the ice, "That's true J. Bianca called V's name, urging her on to eat her more."

"She called Ronica's name! No-it cannot be."

"I thought likewise because I couldn't believe my ears, and it never occurred to me that Bianca and V weren't just classmates."

J turned her head and stared at her sister. I followed her example. V blushed instantly; she was not looking at us.

"Ronica," J said in a firm tone, "Is that true?"

V said nothing. She kept looking at the floor and bit her lip.

"Ronica-is Ray telling me something I never knew before?"

V was still speechless.

J grabbed V by the arms and gave her a jolt. V gasped, and she turned her eyes to J.

"Ronica! Answer me," J pressed her question. "IS THAT TRUE?"

V's lips moved and quivered but she didn't say anything.

"RONICA! IS THAT..."

"YES! YES! THAT'S TRUE," V yelled at her.

J pursed her lips, released V's arms, and turned her head to glare at me.

'Uh-oh, J's going to get the wrong idea. I must clarify everything now,' I deduced.

J's eyes were still fixed at me. Apparently embarrassed, V looked at her. "Je-Jess. I..." she managed to say.

J spoke to me, cutting her off, "Did you come here to insult us and break up the friendship?"

"No," I said. "I was just..."

"And YOU," J stormed at V. "I loved you but you breached my trust!"

"Jess, please! I didn't mean to..."

"You lusted after Bianca and I had been in the dark! Is there anything you still want to keep from me?"

"I-I..."

"You've really hurt me, Ronica. Tell me how can I ever trust you again?"

"You can still trust her," I spoke before V could say anything.

They looked at me.

"Oh really," J said sarcastically.

"Yes," I said, "and I know she loves you, not Bianca."

"I see. How can you be so sure for this?"

"J, you are a psychotherapist," I rejoined. "Why don't you use your mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"Neither Bianca nor V breached the trust of anybody."

"What?"

"I am telling you this and I MEAN IT. Repeating your words, I must say that V never told you about her lesbian adventure with Bianca because she didn't want to lose the harmony and commitment in her relationship with you."

V's lips curved into a smile. The blush faded off her face, and I could make out the look of gratitude in her eyes.

"The same reason lies here too," I resumed. "Your explanation befits Bianca's confession. She told me everything when I asked her the same questions."

"Ah, I see," J said. "Now you want to talk about her confession."

"Yes. It struck me dumb when I heard Bianca calling V's name. Instantly, I figured out why she mistook me for her. Hence, I got on my feet and spoke aloud to disturb her reverie. She opened her eyes, found me, sat up in embarrassment, and listened to an outburst of my questions. The sentimental episode led me to ignore her nudity because I thought she had committed adultery and breached my trust. As I fell silent, she began to weep. I looked at her, wiped her tears, and asked her the most hurtful question."

I paused for a while and resumed, "I asked her why she married me if she was in love with someone else. Her voice wobbled as she implored me to believe her that she loved no one but me."

"And so Bianca moved you to believe her with a sentimental show," J said. "If she and Ronica didn't love each other, how could they have sex?"

"Because it just happened," V said. "Bianca and I made love, only for once!"

"What?"

"She's right," I said. "Bianca told me the same thing!"

J frowned. "That looks terribly strange," she said. "What led Ronica and Bianca to have sex?"

"Bianca and V befriended each other during their first year of college," I went on. "They used to board the same bus, entered the classrooms hand in hand, and sat together in the library or cafeteria. It appeared that their friendship was merely platonic. However, Bianca felt something different about V. She got attracted to her!"

"I felt the same way for Bianca," V said as I looked at her. "It always pleased us to accompany each other. When she fixed her gaze at me, her eyebrows twitched upward and I could see the dilation in her pupils. I knew she darted her focus between my eyes, and down to my lips."

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"While discussing a lecture or occupying their seats together, they often touched each other accidentally," I said. "The mutual rubbing of their skins embarrassed them. So they blushed for each other, twirled their hair, and stroked anything that they held at the moment."

"And whenever we faced each other," V added, "the eye contact always incited us for the mutual attraction. The color and race never mattered for us. We had hot bodies and same curves. Soon, I realized how much we craved for each other."

J asked, "When and how did you realize that?"

"It happened when the schedule for our first semester exam was announced. Bianca wanted to earn her grade higher than a C. Unlike her, I wasn't much worried because my class performance had always been better than hers. So I suggested her that she should go through a joint preparation for the exam with me at the library or our homes."

"And that's why she came here," J said.

"No. I went to her home," V said

"V visited her for thrice," I said. "For the first and second time, they did nothing except for discussing some topics. However, they made out with each other when Bianca's parents were not around."

"Why did Bianca's parents leave her with Ronica?"

"Bianca's mom is asthmatic," I answered. "That's why she had to go with her husband to an allergist."

"Oh!"

"That eve, they left us after 4 p.m," V said. "I sat with Bianca on the bed because her bedroom was a cozy and perfect place to go through the preparation for exam. She was dressed into a white cropped tee and Daisy Duke shorts. I had attired myself into a black button-down top and a red schoolgirl miniskirt. We continued discussing some topics until she yawned, lay on her back, and told me to read out the Introduction to Human Anatomy. I began to read, and stole a glance at her. She looked utterly seductive with her eyes closed, hands laced under her head, right leg straight out, and left leg flexed under it. The Daisy Dukes hugged her hips and pulled tight between her thighs. The tee was stretched up, exposing the undersides of her tits."

She fell silent and looked at me.

"While reading the book, V quavered and paused repetitively," I said. "It wasn't hard for Bianca to perceive that. She opened her eyes, cast a glance at V's heaving chest, and stared at the low neckline that revealed her cleavage. Instantly, her pussy twitched and she moved a hand to roam it over her bare midriff."

"I couldn't resist an urge to gaze at her hand as it traced a line down to her right thigh," V said. "Moving it further, she reached my legs and tickled them with her fingers. I shuddered at her touch, closed the book, and told her to stop teasing me. Inwardly, I did not want her to stop. For an answer, she smiled. I gasped as she clutched at my wrist and pulled me atop her."

"Bianca thought V might put forth some resistance," I added. "Hence, she hugged her tight and took her lips immediately."

"Instead, I loved the feeling of her lips that crushed against mine," V said. "We surrendered to the mutual desire that overwhelmed us for kissing, feeling, and patting each other."

She looked at me again.

They made out until Bianca told V to suck her tits," I said. "V hiked her T-shirt up, exposed the twin globes, and squeezed them. Bianca sighed as V began to suck and lick her nipples."

"Her tits were big and beautiful," V said, looking back to her sister. "The rough texture of her nipples felt pleasing against my lips and tongue. It incited me to rise on knees and unbutton my top. As my tits spilled out, I touched them playfully and grinned at her. Bianca licked her lips, reached up, and tweaked my nipples. I knew she wanted to suck them. Hence, I stooped and braced myself on hands so that she could take them into her mouth."

"Bianca loved to lick and suck her soft tits," I said. "The sight of erect nipples ignited her lust and her pussy quivered. Hence, she told V to go down on her."

"My own pussy ached for her attention," V said. "I showered a trail of kiss on her stomach before unbuttoning and unzipping her Daisy Dukes. She raised her hips and let me take them off. I splayed her thighs and my eyes fell on her pussy lips. They were already swollen and wet. Her odor intoxicated me to kiss her pussy, suck her wetness out, lick her pink flesh, and clamp my mouth on her engorged clit."

"Bianca moaned for the utmost pleasure she never felt before," I said. "It was terribly awesome, delicious, and mind-blowing. She closed her eyes, shook her head in abandon, and humped her hips into V's mouth. Her body convulsed as she felt violent contractions in her cunt walls, and so she came almost instantly."

"While licking Bianca's spent pussy, I desired for an immediate release," V said. "Hence, I rose on my knees and told her to take my miniskirt off. She sat up, groped with the waistband, and pulled the tartan material down my legs. Then she tugged my panties, and bent down to plant a kiss between my thighs. I fingered through her hair and told her to lie down."

"As Bianca stretched out, V held the headboard and squatted above her," I added. "Then she lowered herself so that her knees hit the mattress on either side of her face. Bianca stared at the gaping cunt and licked her lips. She reached up, grabbed V by the hips, opened her mouth, and glued it to her snatch."

"I squealed in delight," V said. "My pussy pulsated for a tickling sensation. Bianca was licking me so good! She flicked her tongue into my cunt and I couldn't move as her hands held me tight. Her passion for me was apparent! She shook her head and took my clit. I shuddered all over as she sucked it. The sensation drove me crazy. It filled my cunt to the brim. Shortly afterward, I screamed and squirted on her face."

"Bianca never knew that a cunt could be so delicious," I said. "She did not want to take her mouth off the pussy she just ate. However, V forced herself up and turned around to resume the same position. Without further ado, Bianca grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down. The next instant, she took her clit and felt a pair of hands touching her thighs."

"I pushed her thighs apart, bent down, went for her cunt, and licked it as she sucked me off," V said. "Pleasing each other in a sixty-nine was the most thrilling and unforgettable experience we ever had. Shortly afterward, our juices gushed out but we went on with reciprocating the act. Another bout of climax hit us in a few minutes and I collapsed atop her."

"After licking her cunt, Bianca told V to shift her position," I said. 'They kissed and cuddled with each other until Bianca's parents returned home. V took her clothes and dashed to the bathroom. When she came out, Bianca was already dressed into her T-shirt and Daisy Dukes. They took care to wipe the smeared lip rouge off their faces. After half-hour, V left for home."

"I reached here before you returned from the Center, made love to me, and fell asleep," V said to her sister. "However, I lay awake and stared at you. Instantly, it occurred to me that I had breached your trust. The feeling of guilt and shame moved me. I rolled on my side, wept, and decided to refrain myself from going intimate with Bianca."

"The lesbian adventure with V was the most delightful experience Bianca ever had, and she slept well that night," I said. "The next morning, they met at the bus stop. Bianca noticed that she looked sulky. When they reached their college, she asked V whether she was all right. For an answer, V told her what decision she made the previous night. The news shocked Bianca, and she asked her the reason for that. V told her about you, and that it was hard for her to hurt your feelings. That instant, Bianca felt dejected and she began to weep. V wiped her tears, took her hands into her own, and assured her that the decision won't affect their friendship. Then they hugged each other and Bianca promised V reluctantly that she would always respect her decision in your favor."

I paused and stared at J. She frowned, put two and two together, raised her eyebrows, and said, "So that's the key to whole thing. Now I know why Bianca stopped in her tracks when she saw two lesbians making out with each other at the beach, and what made her to masturbate when she looked at the erotic snapshots of lesbian couples in girlie magazines."

"Yes. I think you can also understand that V never thought of breaching your trust," I said.

J looked at her sister and held her hand assuredly. V titled her head and let it rest on J's shoulder. "I told Bianca my decision because I didn't want to lose you," she said.

"I know and-I'm sorry if I've hurt you," J said.

I watched in silence as they exchanged pecks on cheeks. J turned her head to look at me and asked, "Did Bianca look for another girl after she learnt what Ronica's decision was?"

"No. She couldn't do that," I answered.

"Why?"

"I met her the next night at Philip and Marlene's bar."

"Wow! What a lucky girl she is," J said, grinning broadly.

"When my eyes fell on her, I knew instantly that she was the girl of my dreams. She sat alone in a corner, sipping her drink. Half hopeful and half apprehensive, I went over to her table and asked her for the dance. She smiled at me and accepted my offer. We began dancing to the club beats. Our bodies touched repeatedly, and the effect was enough to arouse me. I couldn't resist an urge to kiss her and our mouths met in a lip-lock. The kiss broke as she pushed me. It was obvious that I had upset her."

"Yeah, I still remember what Ronica told me," J said. "You wanted to talk to Bianca, and she agreed to accompany you out of the bar. You offered her a lift, and she got in your car. You made an apology but she behaved coldly. Feeling disappointed at her reaction, you dropped her home."

"I asked Bianca how she felt when I kissed her for the first time," I said. 'She answered that it really embarrassed her. However, she didn't think much about me because she was already upset and dejected for V's decision."

"That's right," V said. "Bianca looked distressed in the college. I watched her for some time, and so asked her whether everything was ok. She smiled, nodded, and turned away from me. I had an impression that she didn't really accept my decision, and I thought of comforting her as a friend. One day, however, I received Ray's text. Hence, I called him after getting out of the class. He asked me Bianca's name and cell number. I didn't answer him plainly until he told me about his encounter with her at the bar. It was a big relief for me to learn that Ray fell in love with Bianca, and I hoped for a happy outcome if he could win her heart. That's why I sent him her number."