" "Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of waiting until now," I said, only partly in jest." "Makes me wish we had tried it on the first date, instead of waiting until now," I said, only partly in jest. "It makes me wish I let someone do it ten years ago. Just think, I've missed all that time. Have you ever done it, Ellen?" It was Ellen's turn to blush. She lowered her head in embarrassment. "Yes," she whispered in response. "What are you acting so shy about?" laughed Beth. "You didn't like it?" "Mmmm. I loved it. I've been turned on by...you know...anal things ever since I was a teenager. Man, I don't believe I'm talking so openly about it." "You better define 'anal things,'" said Beth. Ellen really blushed at that question. "Well, I like to do things to people's....uh...asses, and I like to have things done to mine." "Like what?" asked Beth. Ellen had really piqued her interest. "Like....." There was a long, pregnant pause. I could almost see her mind thinking. "Like having my anus....ah.....what's the term?..." She seemed to be searching for just the right words. "Ah, you know...rimmed," she blurted. She paused for a moment, quiet and pensive. "Do you know what that means?" "I don't think so," said Beth, quite honestly. |