A Ms. Neb Story
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I don't know if I had ever been as sexually charged as when I watched Julia and Rick make love. There were certainly no guilt feelings at the time but now, a few days later, I was really having a hard time of it. I was so torn. I so thoroughly enjoyed watching them but the inner feeling that it was so wrong kept growing. My sense of guilt got so strong, I just had to do something. I couldn't face them both so I called Julia when I was sure that Rick was at work. I told Julia that I'd like to come over to discuss something with her.
"Sure Terri. I was just heading for the pool to get some sun. Get into your suit and come on over."
I was so glad that she said the part about the suit. With all the guilt that I was feeling, I didn't want to have to confess while she provided a reenactment of my first experience at the window.
I put on my suit and took just a minute in front of the mirror. I was already so nervous about what I was about to do and so intimidated by Julia's wonderful personality, I didn't want to compound matters with feelings of physical inferiority. Happily, I was pleased. I filled out my bikini quite nicely. After putting on a beach jacket, I made my way to Julia's house, nervous but resolute. I would tell her what I had done. I met her on the patio. She was already in just her tiny bikini. I took off my cover and she handed me a glass of lemonade.
'Oh my, Terri! I didn't realize you were just a cutie. You have such a great figure. You ought to show it off more with the clothes you wear. There's nothing wrong with showing off your figure, especially one like yours."
We each sat on edge of our lounge chairs facing each other, almost knee to knee.
I couldn't look her straight in the eye. "Well, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about."
"You want me to go clothes shopping with you? Great! I love doing that."
"No Julia. That's not exactly it. It's about showing, um, I was watching…" I took a long drink of lemonade. This was not going well.
"Come on Terri. What's bothering you? What are you talking about?"
"I can see you. Here, in the back yard. From there. Up there. See? From the window. Through the trees?"
Julia leaned towards me and put her hand on my knees. "Ok but I'm still not sure what the point is."
For some stupid reason, I whispered, "I saw you having sex. From up there. From the window."
"Oh. Is that all?" She sat up, swung onto the lounge chair and laid down as if that were the end of it all.
"Julia. I'm sorry but the first time it was an accident."
"The FIRST time?" She was not upset. She was trying not to laugh. "How many times was it and what do you mean by accident?"
'Well I just walked by the window the first time and saw you. Alone. By yourself." I was stumbling. "There was a second time too. I was cleaning. It was you and Rick. The other day."
She was broadly smiling when she asked, "Well they both sound like accidents to me."
"The second time, it was just there. I didn't mean to use it. I'm so sorry."
"What? What was there?"
I whispered again, "the telescope."
She couldn't hold back her laughter now. "You watched me and Rick through a telescope from that window?"
"Yes. I'm so sorry."
"Oh for crying out loud! Forget it. It's nothing. A lot more people have watched Rick and I from a much better viewpoint. Too bad we didn't know it. We would have enjoyed it even more if we knew that you were watching us."
Julia went on to explain that she and Rick were pretty open sexually. They had been involved with other couples on many occasions. They enjoyed people watching them and having sex around them. She reassured me that I had done nothing wrong. Our friendship was not in any jeopardy. She got up again and sat on the edge of the chair, leaned into me and kissed me, twice, first on the check and then lightly on the lips.
"Don't worry about it at all. You have my permission to watch anytime you like. You need to relax more, girl. Didn't you and your husband to anything like that?"
I was still trying to mentally deal with the kiss on the lips but managed to say, "Well no, not really. We made love on the beach once. We heard people close by. That was so long ago. Too much sand."
Our conversation covered quite a bit of territory but always came back to a comparison of our lifestyles. Hers was so much more open, free and uninhibited. Mine, much more conservative.
"You ought to loosen up more Terri. We've got to get you laid! When was the last time you had sex?"
I reminded her that Frank died eight months ago.
"It's been THAT long!"
"Listen Julia. I'm just not like you. I wish I were more like you but I'm not. I just can't do the things that you do and I'm not talking about the crazy stuff either."
"What other stuff? Like what?"
I started whispering again. "When I saw you, that first time. You were shaved. Down there."
"You have got to be kidding!" She looked right at my crotch. "Are you telling me that you've never shaved your pussy?"
She took my knees and spread them to get a better look. I resisted but let her part my legs.
"Well not like YOU. Of course I shave my legs and around there, especially in the summer but not like YOU."
Julia leaned close to me. I felt her sweet lemonade breath on my face. With an incredulous tone she asked, "So you don't know how great it feels to have a smooth face sliding across your smooth hairless pussy?"
"Well, no," I sheepishly answered.
"Well darling. We are just going to have to get you shaved! Wait here." She stood up headed into the house.
I called after her, "But even if I do. What about…. I'm not seeing anyone." I doubt she heard me or that it would have mattered if she did.
Julia came back with a square plastic container filled with water and small basket. She also had a tall glass of cool white wine.
"Here. This is for you. Just like in the fancy day spas." She handed it to me before going back into the house to get her glass and the chilled bottle.
She took the cushion off her lounge and placed it on the patio and knelt on it.
"Come on sweetie. Slide on over here. And this isn't going to work if you have that bathing suit on."
I took a long gulp of the wine but it would take much more than that to completely calm my nerves. I stood and looked down at Julia whose face was just inches from my crotch.
"Ok. If you're not going to do it, I'll just do it for you."
With absolutely no hesitation, she pulled my bikini bottoms to my ankles. Pushing lightly on my tummy she said, "Sit and spread 'em honey. Just pretend I'm your gynecologist."
We both laughed at that one.
"Now just relax Terri."
Julia squirted a cream into her hand and rubbed it until it started to lather. Her hand moved closer to me and I felt myself tense up. She placed her hand at my inner thigh and started to rub me. There wasn't any hair there. I'm sure that she just wanted me to get used to her touch. Slowly and gently, she rubbed in increasing circles, pausing only to replenish the cream. I took more wine and filled the glass again. I laid down on the chair. I just couldn't watch her.
She began using two hands to rub the cream. Her touch felt so wonderful. When the palm of her hand slid over my lips, it sent enjoyable shivers through my body. She firmly rubbed my mound and I felt her thumb slide up over my lips. The tingling made me gasp. I felt a deep warmth inside of me. I knew what that meant. I was getting aroused but I didn't want that right now. Not in front of Julia. Maybe the cream will hide it. Maybe she won't notice.