This is part 2 of a (currently) 3 part story. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy it.
A New Friend Part 2
1 - Learning
Chris loved the picture of me with the cigarette a bit too much. He even bought a packet of fags and left them in our bedroom in case I wanted to try one. I was pissed with him as this seemed stupid and I didn't want our daughter to ever see them. However I was aware that I didn't throw them out but instead did look at them from time to time.
Cindy's 'You're changing' comment has been rattling around in my head. I'd spent a lot of time worrying about it. In my mind I projected it out, if it continued but I didn't accept or like what it looked like. Part of me was worried that Cindy's friendship was going to cause me a significant problem. Chris though was the opposite, he was subtly encouraging me to carry on. I think he thought all his Christmases were coming at once. He kept calling me his 'slut in disguise' but I didn't like that at all and pushed back hard.
He'd even started to buy me more revealing clothes and underwear. I'm pretty sure he was even throwing some of my more normal stuff out but he denied it. I didn't dig into that too deeply as it was all designer and sexy as hell. None of it was too bad either, all able to be pulled off for work. Well nearly all. Our bedroom drawer had grown and he'd wanted me to play the hooker a few times for him. That had been a disaster, as I'd rejected it and gotten cross. Something about it was maybe too close to home.
I picked up that I'd started asking him a bit more about his fantasies. He squirmed during those conversations, like always but recently I'd been less dismissive and we'd discussed them more. There wasn't anything that I didn't already know, or at least that he'd shared yet. But it all boiled down to the same thing, enjoying life as much as possible. It was more showing off sexy bodies, more sex with whomever wanted it, more experimenting to see what each of us liked more. I was surprised that I appeared to at least be thinking about it a bit more.
Good news at work though, no one had said anything about my changes, if anything it was the opposite, I was being invited to more high profile meetings. That I liked a lot, even if it was possibly because something visual and physical more than mental.
It was funny that Cindy was so interested in my boobs. They became part of our conversation nearly every time we chatted. She seemed fascinated with their size and obviously wanted to see them. I had a feeling that she wanted to do a bit more than just look at them, but that wasn't on my cards at all. She didn't push it.
For years I'd been worried about my boobs sag, southness due to their weight and size. Chris loved that very fact and so it would appear did Cindy. Society told us that boobs needed to be pert, the nipples point forward or even upwards and that anything else was wrong and needed fixing. I'm sure that was part of the point of bras, wasn't it? Keep boobs under control and looking 'right.' I'd recently found myself looking at my huge knockers differently. Admiring the size and shape of them and I think even becoming proud of how low they hung on me. Though I couldn't quite work that out, my mind fighting with itself a lot.
I also started to worry that someone I knew or from work was going to see me down there on the street with Cindy and the other prostitutes. That would be tricky to explain and not something I ever wanted to have to deal with.
I had no firm conclusions from any of this apart from the fact that I still enjoyed Cindy friendship and we appeared to be getting closer. There was something lovely about Cindy. A thing that I was starting to appreciate and need. I still couldn't place exactly what it was.
She hadn't pushed me like that first photo in the cafe since. Though I felt like it was something that I wanted to happen but, obviously, couldn't simply ask for. Her drug thing was also something that we'd skirted around since I discovered it.
It was like they were all little time bombs waiting to go off all over my life. Ones that I could avoid easily but I was getting excited for them to actually happen.
2 - Underwear
I'd been friends with Cindy now for about three weeks or so. Today I was a little peed off. It's now early October in the UK, so cold enough that it's either trousers or tights when in a skirt. Before Cindy I'd have worn trousers most of the winter, in fact, if I'm honest most of the year. But I was now in skirts pretty much all the time. This morning I went to grab my tights and there were none. In their place were just hold-ups and stockings that needed a garter. There were a lot of them, more than I thought I had.
I was going to be late for work and I knew Chris was the reason for this. My tights had to be somewhere here, or I was wearing trousers. I called him as he was either still driving to or now at work. "Oy you, I'm going to be late, where are all my tights?"
He laughed, I didn't. "Stop fucking around."
He stopped laughing, "Just wear the stockings babe."
I huffed loudly down the phone, "Yer I knew that was your game. No, I'll put trousers on. Are you telling me you've chucked all the tights?"
I heard him squirm, "Errrrr yer."
"For fucks sake Chris. That's not right or fair."
I was just about to hang up on him when he said, "Love just wear the stockings, you'll be fine. I bet Cindy would tell you to."
"Ummmmm, cya you twat," and I did hang up. I said it in a humorous way'ish. I was pissed off, but it wasn't the end of the world. And he'd just thrown me a bone. The way he'd accidentally put it Cindy would 'tell you to'. Yer I could imagine that and I sort of wanted it.
I sat on the bed in my towel and picked up my phone. I started to text her but kept stopping as I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to say it. How to get the result that I think I wanted. I realised quickly that it may not matter as she may not be awake, working late etc. So I started with a 'You up?' message.
A few minutes later and no reply and I could go get my trousers and be done with it. However as I put the phone on the bed she'd replied. "Yup, all ok? You never text this early."
My heart beat raised, it was on. I started typing the message and again kept deleting it. However this time I was very aware that she was probably seeing the 'This person is typing' notification and then nothing.
'Ringginginginging.' She'd started a WhatsApp Video call. She'd never done that before. We'd only ever sent pics and texted. This was different, this was new. I was in my bedroom and I was naked apart from the towel. I was about to hang up the call when it dropped of its own accord. I breathed a sigh of relief for a microsecond before it started again. In my fluster I answered the fucking thing.
A few seconds later her face appeared on screen and I held my towel tighter as I too appeared in the bottom corner. She started, sounding rather worried, "Emily ... all ok?"
It was lovely to hear her concern. Yes, a real friend, "Oh god, yer yer sorry."
