Masturbation Monday No. 212 — Over the Atlantic Ocean

Sabrina was happy to be on a plane heading back to New York, it felt like deja vu sitting next to Damaris who reminded her so much of Carole. London had been so full of ghosts for her, especially Camden. It was nice to be going back home.
“You must be happy to be going back home,” Damaris said softly, reading her mind incidentally. Damaris hated flying, and she had taken pills for her nerves. “I just decided to go to New York because it was Carole’s second city, and…you know Sabrina…my sister and I were not terribly close, but she was still my sister and I am really sad to have lost her. I want to walk in her footsteps a little…”
Damaris lazily ran her fingers over Sabrina’s thigh, and Sabrina wondered if she wanted to fool around with her—did she know that about Carole and her?
“Being with Gui, it was nice, a way for both of us to grieve. He is not the first boyfriend that Carole and I shared. We both liked this guy Cooper, and we both were sleeping with him but we did not know. He was so sleazy, that he actually invited us both to his apartment and said he thought that we knew. We were so classy, and so “above it,” we both drank champagne and took turns giving him head like it was a competition! We were so detached as sisters, we did not even get mad or anything.”
Damaris sucked her thumb, and Sabrina was not sure if it was a Freudian regression or she was trying to demonstrate her blow job techniques. She pulled up her blanket, and put her head on Sabrina’s shoulder where she began to snore loudly.
Sabrina stared at the miles on the screen before her, to see how far they were from New York. It was her favorite way to detach when she was on a plane. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Damaris’ arm extend under her blanket and she was pretty sure she knew what was happening underneath it as Damaris’ breath got deeper and deeper on her shoulder. Sabrina felt like she was involved in a sexual act that had nothing to do with her. It was smoke and mirrors.
They were halfway to New York City Sabrina now knew, in both kilometers and miles.

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