MAIL ORDER

Lynda and Carol lived in the same suburb of St. Paul in the 70s. Neither of them worked, and many afternoons, after sending the kids off to school and finishing the house chores, they'd get together to watch TV or visit. It was such a regular thing that Carol didn't event think to knock one day. As she entered the house and called for Lynda, she heard a noise in the living room. Going toward it, she met Lynda, buck naked and out of breath. "I was just in the shower," said Lynda. But she wasn't wet at all. Carol's eye caught the toy on the couch. Without thinking she reached for it, "oh you have one of these--" she was saying when she suddenly realized the rubber penis was warm and slick. She looked at Lynda, and Lynda's face blushed with embarrassment.

Carol apologized and told her it wasn't a big deal at all; in fact, she was jealous because she had heard of dildos, but had never worked up the courage to buy one for herself. She wasn't even sure where to buy one, other than the seedy XXX shops with the 25-cent peep shows. Lynda relaxed as Carol, clearly not offended, sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. "Got anything to drink around here," asked Carol.

Lynda snapped into hostess mode, not really realizing, or caring, that she was still in the buff. She returned with a tray for cocktails.

The women mixed several drinks, smoked, and talked about sex and sex toys. Carol explained that she'd been looking though one of her husband's girlie magazines and had seen an ad in the back for marital aids. Always open-minded to enhancing her sex life with her husband, she sent away for the catalog. She now retrieved it from it's hiding place.

She hid it from her husband because when she brought up the idea of bringing a sex toy to bed, he became upset. "One penis not enough for you?" he said, and "why would you want a fake one, when you got the real thing?" Carol couldn't explain it, and didn't want him to feel like she needed a substitution. But part of her did need more.

Carol and her husband had dated in high school, and despite the so-called Sexual Revolution, the Mid-West remained conservative. They weren't prude--her husband had his Penthouse magazines--but sex in their bedroom was also pretty routine and, overall, lacking. That's what led Carol to order the catalog in the first place. Perhaps her husband's refusal to even consider a marital aid is what led her to place her first order.

Carol and Lynda flipped through the catalog, looking at the various items. They had small rocket-shaped vibrators, and larger "massagers" that strapped onto the back of one's hand. They had rubber cocks in all shapes and sizes. It was the first time Lynda had seen anything like it, and with each page she gasped, pointed, and giggled. The women were buzzed with cocktails, laughing, and commiserating about their husbands and their lack of satisfaction in the bedroom.

It was clear that both women had not satisfying sex for a long time and the reason was mostly in their husbands. They traded stories without reservation or censor.

"That one has two heads," said Lynda. "Why on earth for?"

Carol explained that it wasn't for a man and a woman, but for a woman and a woman.

Lynda looked perplexed, but very curious. "Like us," she said. She didn't mean them specifically, but two women in general, but it came out wrong, maybe from the cocktails.

"Yeah, like us," Carol agreed.

Then they fell silent, staring at the catalog as they both realized that they were, in fact, two women--two sexually frustrated women, two best friends, holding the catalog and with one postage stamp, could in fact send off for the very toy.

"That'd be a hoot," said Lynda.

It didn't seem real, more like a fun double-dare they'd do as kids, as they filled out the order form, fetched a stamp and envelop and scribbled out a check.

When the toy did arrive, they unpacked it with delight. It was far larger in real life than they'd expected. It was far larger than Carol's original toy.

They had no idea how to test it. After several cocktails, they undressed. Laying back on each end of the couch, they positioned the toy between them. They slide forward, pushing the toy. It slipped out several times until at last, it was deep inside both women. With some practice, they began to get the hang of it. They'd move their hips, while letting their hands rub and stroke themselves.

It wasn't at all like making love to a man, but it was sexy. Sharing something with her best friend was a powerful experience, and Carol was glad she'd ordered the catalog.