Passion in James County XII
The Widow
By D.C. Roi
Chapter two
Joanne lay in bed and, instead of falling asleep, kept thinking about the erotic tale Fran had told her. And the more she recalled her friend's graphic description of her affair with her handsome neighbor, the more it aroused her. "If I keep this up," she thought, more than a little upset with herself, "I'll never get to sleep." She wondered if taking a bath might help relax her, so she got up, put on a robe, and went to the bathroom. Instead of a shower she decided to enjoy a long hot soak in the tub. She found some bubble bath solution in the bathroom cabinet, poured some into the tub, and ran hot water on top of it. After the sudsy water was deep enough, she lowered herself into the tub, submerging her body in the warm, rich sudsy water. She laid back and closed her eyes as warmth began filling her.
Joanne quickly discovered that the bubble bath wasn't having the effect she'd hoped it would. Even as she lay in the warm water, she couldn't get Fran's story out of her thoughts. A picture of Fran and Greg making love formed in her mind. She could see Greg's hands moving over Fran's body. Actually, she could almost feel the way it felt when he touched her friend. She visualized his erection, poised and ready to spear into her friend's petite body and felt her heart rate increasing, not calming.
Her wild daydream continued. Now she could see Fran, writhing in passion, while Greg drove his erection into her. Shaken by the train of thought she couldn't shake, she tried to make the lewd images stop, but try as she would, she couldn't. And even more frustrating was the fact that the voyeuristic thoughts were turning her on!
"I don't believe this!" she thought, "Of all times to get turned on!"
At last, afraid she'd wrinkle from being submerged in the water too long, Joanne climbed out of the tub and dried herself off. She went back to her bedroom, donned a pair of plaid cotton flannel pajamas, and slipped back into bed and tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't. She was even more turned on than she'd been before she took her bath. Every time she closed her eyes, the images of Greg and Fran making love returned.
She turned on the light, sat up, and took a magazine off the table next to the bed and tried to read but she couldn't concentrate. Instead of the story she was trying to read, that darn movie projector in her mind continued to run pictures of Greg and Fran making passionate love. And, as if that wasn't bad enough, images of her making love with her late husband began to play, too. Until he'd gotten sick, they'd enjoyed a very active and varied love life, and she missed the satisfaction he gave her terribly. She'd had a number of opportunities for sex after Ernie died, but she couldn't bring herself to go to bed with anyone else. Not yet, anyhow.
There was a soft knock at the door and Joanne jumped.
"Joanne, are you still up?" Fran's asked, her voice soft.
Joanne sat up and said, "Ah...yes, I am."
Fran opened the door and walked across the room. She was wearing a long, sheer, pale blue robe. "I couldn't sleep either," she said.
As she watched Fran approach her bed, Joanne once again realized how strikingly beautiful her friend was. Fran's hair, earlier styled perfectly, was mussed, meaning, Joanne thought, that Fran must have been tossing and turning and unable to sleep, too.
"I wonder if telling me that story about her night with Greg caused her the same problems it caused me?" Joanne mused. "It would serve her right if it did."
"Are you OK, Joanne?" Fran asked softly. "You look, I don't know, upset."
"I...I guess so," Joanne said, "I...I'm just having a hard time getting to sleep tonight. I..." For reasons she didn't quite understand, her eyes began to fill with tears.
"I hope what I told you about Greg and me earlier hasn't upset you," Fran said. She sat down on the bed. "I know how much you've been through and how much you miss Ernie." Her voice was so loving, so full of concern that Joanne burst into sobs.
"Hey, now..." Fran whispered. She put her arms around her crying friend.
Joanne moved into her friend's comforting embrace, and sobbed out her sorrow on Fran's shoulder.
"Go ahead, honey, let it out," Fran said softly. "If anyone has the right to a good cry, you do." She began to rub her friend's back.
Joanne found Fran's touch calming, but at the same time she also found it faintly disquieting. The sexual tension that, in part, had caused her tears, felt is if it was growing. Could she be so desperate for loving that her friend's touch, the touch of another woman, was arousing her?
Joanne moved a little and, when she did, she brushed her elbow against Fran's breast. Her movement caused her to feel her friend's erect nipple, tingles raced up her arm, and she felt goose bumps beginning to rise on her skin. She was confused by what she was feeling. Were Fran's nipples hard? Was her friend turned on, too? If so, what...? Bewilderment and apprehension began to overwhelm her. "Ah...Fran..." she murmured. She leaned back in her friend's arms and looked at her.
"What?" Fran asked, looking directly at her.
"I...ah...I...I don't know what to say," Joanne stammered. "Something...there's..." She couldn't continue.
"Let me make a guess," Fran said softly, "I'll bet you were lying in here, thinking about that story I told you about Greg and me making love, weren't you?"
Joanne nodded, avoiding eye contact with her friend.
"And you probably got turned on a little, didn't you?" Fran continued.
Joanne nodded again. "More...more than a little, really," she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. "It...it made me...ah...remember what...what it was like when...when Ernie was alive...and..."
"Would it surprise you if I told you I had the same problem?" Fran asked. "I got myself all wound up with that damn story. That's why I couldn't get to sleep."
Joanne shook her head. "N...no. It...it wouldn't surprise me," she replied.
"Joanne, look at me," Fran said, softly, but firmly.
Joanne's eyes met her friend's and, in them, she saw, or thought she saw, what? There was something in Fran's eyes and she wasn't exactly sure what it was. Was it passion? Or was her own intensifying need for loving making her see things that weren't really there?
Fran took a deep breath. "Joanne, have you ever made love with another woman?" she asked softly.
Joanne shook her head.
"I...I have, once or twice," Fran whispered. "And... I...I think I...I want to make love with you tonight. Will...will you...will you let me, Joanne?"
When she heard her friend's request, Joanne was flooded with overpowering and conflicting emotions. She was unable to either speak or move, and was having a terribly hard time trying to decide how to respond to Joanne's question. Part of her wanted to say "Yes!" but at the same time old taboos against two women making love rattled through her whirling mind. Need overwhelmed her misgivings, however. Wrong though it might be, she wanted to feel Fran's touch. She had to know what it would feel like! She needed to make love with someone, even if it was a woman! The thought excited her and she felt wetness growing in her groin. She was stunned. All she'd done was think about making love with Fran and she was soaking wet already!
Without waiting for an answer, Fran softly tugged the covers out of Joanne's grip. Joanne let her hands fall to the bed and sat there, her breathing ragged, as Fran's eyes moved over her. She could feel her nipples beginning to pucker and stiffen.
Fran's hands went to Joanne's shoulders and tugged gently. Their faces moved closer, then Joanne was jarred to her very core when her friend's soft lips covered hers. Passion flashed through her. Her lips parted, and she felt Fran's tongue slide between them. Unconsciously, her arms slid around her friend as the fervor of their kiss increased.
Finally, gasping for breath, they ended their kiss and sat there, clinging to each other.
Joanne almost felt as if she were outside herself, watching what was happening. "Fran...I...I...I do want you to make love to me," she heard herself say. She was shaking like a leaf.
"I...I know you do, honey," Fran whispered. She slid her hands onto the bare skin exposed by the neckline of Joanne's pajamas, gently unbuttoned the pajama top, and spread it apart. Once her friend's breasts were bared, Fran cupped them tenderly with her soft, warm hands. Then she bent and began suckling the swollen, rosy tips, drawing each one, in turn, deep into her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!!!!" Joanne moaned as wild feelings began to rush through her. She had no idea Fran's touch would feel so marvelous! Her hands tangled in her friend's silken blonde hair, pulling Fran tighter against her. She'd never felt anything like this in her life! It was wonderful!
Suddenly, in response to her friend's gentle, loving caresses, passions that had been denied for far too long were unleashed. Joanne felt as if her body was a tightly coiled spring that had just been released. "Oh, Fran!!! Oh, God!!!!! Oh, God, Fran!!!!!!! I'm...I'm going to...I'm going to come!!!" she wailed as powerful waves of pleasure washed over her. "Oh, Fran!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhh!!! Yessssssssss!!! Oh, yessssssssssssss!!!!!"
Joanne's orgasm peaked but Fran continued to caress the hardened tips of her friend's near-perfect breasts. Finally, she gave each tip one last kiss, sat back, looked at Joanne's flushed face and smiled. "Well, I guess you were horny, weren't you?" she said.
