One Romantic Evening
“Do dogs have clitorises?”
“What?”
Renee stilled the hand that had been making lazy circles around Corinne’s nipples, and stared wide-eyed at her girlfriend.
“What did you just say?”
“Do dogs have clitorises?” Corinne repeated sweetly.
“And why would I know that?”
“You write about sex for a living. I just figured you might.”
Renee leaned back on her elbows, pulling the sheet up over her bare body.
“I-I compile statistics on human sexual behavior. That hardly counts as knowing about dogs’ sexual anatomy.” Her giggle rippled the sheet over her rounded breasts.
“Well, do they?”
Renee sighed, twisting a clump of her long dark hair around her fingers.
“You really want to know if dogs have clitorises?”
“Well, yes. That’s what I asked.
You…really…want…to…know.” Renee’s words were punctuated with kisses to Corinne’s throat, tiny licks to the delicate veins.
“Yes!”
“You really want to know?” Her lips moved lower, the flat of her tongue swiping Corinne’s nipple.
“Oh!!!” The redhead writhed as Renee’s tongue continued to tickle her breasts.
“I’m thinking…” Renee breathed: I’m thinking that I just don’t understand what dogs’ clitorises have to do with the fact that we haven’t had sex in a month, haven’t even slept in the same bed.” She shifted, throwing off the sheet, kneeling up to stare at the full length of her beloved’s fair, freckled body.
“I just…want to know!” Corinne’s voice scaled up to a screech as Renee grasped both nipples, her supple piano-player’s fingers flexing, watching Corinne’s face for signs of the perfect amount of pressure.
“I know that I have a clitoris.”
“And I like your clitoris. I just want to know if dogs do.” Corinne drew in a long, wavelike breath, one of the many cleansing rituals she’d learned from yoga class, and, equanimity regained, stared, with her best I’m-so-innocent look, at Renee.
“Why don’t you know?” she pouted.
“Because…” Renee walked her fingers down Corinne’s torso, across her favourite sweet sexy curve of her stomach, and into the gingery thatch of pubic hair.
“Because?” Corinne gasped, forgetting entirely anything she’d learned about yogic breath control.
“Because….”
Renee’s fingers tapped lightly over Corinne’s pubic mound.
“You know some people call this the mons venerus, after the goddess Venus?”
“Hmmm….” Corinne sighed.
“You know, Venus, the goddess of love? The Roman equivalent of the Greek Aphrodite?”
“Yeah….” Corinne’s eyes rolled back as the rhythmic tapping, softened by the occasional full-hand stroke, sent small tremors throughout her body.
Renee’s fingers dipped lower, softly tickling the flowering bud of Corinne’s clitoris and vaginal lips.
“ooooohhhhhhh!”
“You like that?” Renee chuckled.
“Yes!”
“Very good.” Her fingers stilled. “Let’s have no more talk of dogs’ clitorises tonight, shall we?”
“But do they have them?” Corinne, startled by the cessation in stimulation, snapped her eyes onto Renee’s face!
“Hrmph!!! I’m tempted to toss you over my knee and spank your pretty little bottom right now. Oh yes, I’d do it right now if I didn’t think you’d like it so much! For the last time, I don’t know if dogs have clitorises, and I don’t care!!!”
Corinne’s mouth twisted into what would have been the perfect pout if the corners hadn’t been twitching.
“I think,” mused Renee: “that I’ll go take a bath. How about while I’m gone you use those handy professional research skills of yours to look up the answer? Hmmm?”
Corinne’s pout deepened. “All I wanted was a simple yes or no.”
“And all I wanted was a night with my girlfriend’s clitoris, not a chance to wonder if our little Garnet has one.”
Softening her words with a lingering kiss on Corinne’s lips, Renee eased herself out of bed. Garnet, the bright red golden retriever stretched out on her dog bed across the room, lifted her head upon hearing her name.
“Oh, I didn’t just mean Garnet! I meant all dogs!”
Renee sighed. “Here’s your laptop.”
Twenty minutes later, Renee, invigorated by a soak in peppermint bath bubbles, skipped back into the room, a book in her hand.
Corinne looked up from her computer.
“What are you doing with that?”
“Well, you’re researching. I figured since you’ll be busy for the rest of the evening we’d just take up where we left off tomorrow.”
Pulling on a fuzzy nightgown, Renee slipped back in bed beside Corinne, careful to avoid the ever-present laptop charging cord.
“But I found it! Dogs do have clitorises. They can even have orgasms.”
“That’s nice.” Renee’s book opened automatically to where she’d left off. “Goodnight sweetie.”
Corinne snuggled into her, stroking her arm.
“Please,” she murmured: “I feel so much better now. Please, please. I want your tongue. You promised me that tonight I would feel your tongue That we wouldn’t go to sleep until you licked me all over and we could count my orgasms on my hands and my toes. Remember?”
“Please!” Corinne pleaded, sliding her hand under Renee’s book to stroke and tweak her breasts.
“I’m thinking.” Renee smiled gently at her.
Then she smirked. “Well, yes, you can feel my tongue. But you, unlike dogs, will not be having any orgasms tonight.”
This has been my entry for therealljidol. The topic this week was: preoccupied.