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Fetish Friends Ch 07

Fetish Friends Ch 07

by oilandlube
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Chapter 7

Jess woke in the night. She left her bed and went to the kitchen for some water. She didn't need the water, she needed to move around. She hadn't slept well in three nights, because her mind could not stop worrying.

In just a few hours Jess would inform Charles they were on for a date this Friday. She leaned her head back and took a drink of the cold bottled water she had retrieved from the refrigerator.

Mark had been loving and supportive these three nights doing his best to calm her mind with every assurance. He knew she would have a good time no matter what happened. And she also knew Charles very well, there was no need to rush anything or be uncomfortable. They just needed to be themselves.

If Charles was the only issue, her worries would subside. She thought of Kim and Mark. She did not want to jeopardize her relationship with either one of them. They had feelings she needed to consider, and she needed to set boundaries to make that happen. How though? What are they? Jess hadn't done this before and she knew the unknown was a monster.

On top of these things, Jess worried about relations with Charles. She didn't quite think of him that way. He was a friend. Really, he was a friend's husband. He was an attractive man, and they had shared a couple of moments, but she wasn't drawn to him.

Her head spun. This has all got to be a bad sign.

Was this something she, herself wanted? Or was it for Mark? Or was it to accommodate Kim's mental health? Was it for everyone including Charles?

She didn't know. Did she need to degrade herself somehow? Was she punishing herself?

Her mind raced. She came up with more questions for every answer.

She sat at her kitchen table, still in the dark.

She calmed herself and thought, what are the good reasons to do this?

Charles is a friend, and we are comfortable.

We have had some kind of sexual moment shared.

Kim wants us all and her to experience more joy.

Being with another man turns me on.

It also turns on Mark.

It is an opportunity that may not come back around.

Maybe leads to a more fulfilling life.

Jess was now not sure this short list was enough to consider doing it in the first place. She was back to square one.

Mark walked in. He tiredly sat next to his girl. "Hey," he said.

Jess was happy to see him. If only to occupy her mind with something other than the situation at hand.

"Hey!" she replied.

He rubbed her back and hugged her. Pressing his head against her shoulder.

"What are you doing up?" Jess asked.

"Trying to help you stop torturing yourself." Mark replied.

"Thanks, it's not going so well." Jess said honestly. Leaning her head against his.

"You haven't started anything. You need to have fun and see if anything takes root. There isn't anything to worry about now. You should just be worried about what you will wear and how to style your hair." Mark did his best to try and discuss reason.

"I know how I'm going to wear my hair. Wavy with a cute flower." She said.

"That's all that matters." Mark again tried to put her at ease. "You just have to be yourself. You are bright, charming, smart, and lots of fun."

"I am." She replied.

"Charles already knows this. The hard part is done. You don't have to impress him."

Jess understood. Mark got through. She just had to show up and be her. There wasn't any pressure.

She turned and kissed his head. "Thank you."

"Come back to bed with me?" Mark asked, searching for Jess' hand in the dark.

"Ok," Jess gave her hand to Mark and got up, following her man to the bedroom.

They both fell asleep soundly and slept for another two and a half hours.

Jess' day was good, and she was in a cheery mood. She texted Charles to let him know she was available and would love to spend the day with him on Friday. Weight had been lifted off of her shoulders and she now looked forward to Friday.

The day went on for everyone as planned.

Mark and Kim met late that afternoon at a small diner.

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Mark looked at the door the same time Kim happened to be walking in. Her hair bounced with life and her perfectly fitted dress pants complimented her woman's white dress shirt with ruffles on the front and a vest that matched her pants. Her hands were full of bags.

"Hey!" She said brightly, obviously having had a good workday.

"Hey," Mark replied to her. He couldn't help but smile, looking at her.

She set her bags on the seat booth. "Hold this?" She asked. Trying to organize herself and get comfortable.

Mark took the pamphlet. "Some guy on the street handed this to me. It's a new museum. I didn't have time to ask what kind, but I thought I might look at it."

Mark turned the paper towards her and they both read the cover together. Histories of History, it read.

Kim sat down, feeling better.

"Well, that isn't very telling." Mark smiled, holding out the flyer.

"No, it's not." Kim agreed. "Open it up, I want to learn about the Histories of History." She said in a stupid monotone docuseries voice.

The inside was much more informative than the cover. The two joked around and discussed previous museums they had each been to. Realizing this museum was only next door, they decided later they would learn the Histories of History.

They each set up their dining place and ate, Kim had become conditioned by Mark. Burgers were the food of choice. They made sure not to overeat this time. They held each other accountable and left food on their plates. That did not stop them from enjoying a milkshake for dessert, though.

The two had effortlessly talked away the whole meal and then some.

Interrupting Mark, Kim exclaimed, "we need to talk about Jess and Charles, now! Before we forget." Mark knew she had a good point.

"Yeah, I can't believe we've forgotten to talk about it." Mark referred to the exchanging of partners situation.

"Yeah," Kim sighed with stupidity.

Mark went first. He thought and sigh, "I guess I am ok with it, the most important thing is that I don't lose Jess." Horror and sadness swept across his face. "That would kill me." He dropped his head looking down.

Kim felt his sadness and thought about Charles. She felt the knife to her heart just imagining his loss. She tried to stay strong and not show her emotion, by keeping her head up.

"I know it'll be good for us. We both have serious fantasies..." Mark trailed off, knowing he needed to be honest in this conversation. His hands fidgeted with a napkin.

Kim became interested, looking at his hands then his low hanging face. "What kind of fantasies do you two have?" She seemed to ask with sincerity.

"Jess with other men." Mark tried not to be embarrassed telling the truth.

"You both want that?" Kim asked maturely.

"It is something we at least need to try." Mark replied a little more comfortably.

"I don't think there is a better option to try that out." Kim sounded practical.

"Yes, I trust Charles." Mark's posture showed his belief in Charles, as he sat upright.

"Yes, I believe in Charles. But I meant there isn't a better scenario with such a loving and accepting partner, a best friend who wants to give Jess her husband and her love, and with a man who knows her already and is gentle and caring. She has a whole support staff, who genuinely loves and cares for her...And you...And us! All together as a unit." Kim thought deeper as she talked.

"I think so too," Mark agreed. "Now why did you want this?" He asked Kim seriously.

"I saw them together laughing one day. My heart was full. I realized Jess would not know the side of Charles to kiss or hold her. He would never touch her skin gently or ravish her with passion. Then bring her breakfast the next morning." Kim paused to organize her thoughts. "I know that stuff is reserved for the wife, or one special person, but life is short. If there is a way for my best friend to experience him, I want it. And I want the same for him."

"It isn't about sex for me, more like Joy and the essence of happiness. I think it's hard to explain." Kim looked down.

"I understand what you are saying." Mark looked back at Kim.

"But you don't have any sexual desires from them being together?" Mark asked.

"I do have some," Kim answered with honesty. "I couldn't say one way or another exactly what."

"Shame, punishment, cheating, watching, sucking, riding, kissing, lying. I don't know. I really couldn't say what turns me on exactly about this scenario, other than the feeling of love and satisfaction. I wish I could tell you. I wish I knew." Kim's face was perplexed.

She looked at the table.

"I just want them to be happy. It's weird." She said still gazing.

"I worry about not being enough for her." Mark admitted sadly.

Kim reached across the table and held his still fidgeting hands. She rubbed them. "You're exactly the man for her and more than enough. I just think in life we are meant to experience things and people and get the most out of it." Kim sounded very liberal. It was a change from her normal organized and controlling self.

"That's kind of how I've been thinking about it." Mark said, his voice a little shaky.

"I think that's the only way the universe makes sense." Kim shrugged.

"Are there any boundaries we need to establish for any or all parties?" Kim sounded like a professional negotiator.

Mark laughed again, changing the mood.

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"I told Jess very early this morning, that I think right now it's most important to just get comfortable. I'm not sure worrying about the future or things that may not happen are the best course of action." Mark said.

"I agree, we will all have to navigate this, loosely. If it does work out, we will all have serious choices to make and responsibilities to keep. It will not be as easy as sex." Kim spoke the truth.

"Why were you up this morning?" Kim asked genuinely.

"Jess has been worried about the whole thing." Mark answered.

"I don't want her to worry." Kim said, squeezing Mark's hands hard.

Mark looked at Kim's hand on his. She had been comforting him the whole time. He looked in Kim's eyes with gratitude. She looked at him with assurance.

A few moments passed before Kim turned her head and moved her hand. "Let's get going, if we are going to learn the Histories of History." She said getting up.

Mark broke his trance and agreed.

They entered a large, marbled room, no doubt built to showcase the museum's grandeur. A sign hung from the 20 ft ceiling. Histories of History it read. That evening the museum was not very busy. Kim and Mark walked around slowly looking at the dΓ©cor. A couple kiosks were placed in the center of the room, where they sold toys, souvenirs, snacks, and tourist needs. Kim and Mark browsed playing with squirt guns and rubber band helicopters. They ran around like kids dodging each other from foam balls enjoying their mature immaturity.

Kim turned a corner with the most amazing smile, running from Mark. When he heard a harsh thud and sneaker like squeak. He rounded the corner and saw her lying on the floor. Her smile evaporated and was now replaced with a grimace. She held her knee and bit her lip trying to be strong.

A worker who was watching the two rushed over next to Mark.

"Did you slip and hit? Or did it pop first and then you fell?" Mark asked Kim kneeling beside her. Kim nodded with her eyes shut tightly.

"The first one or the second one?" Mark asked.

Kim held up one finger on her hand grabbing her knee.

"Well, that's good news!" Mark said rubbing Kim's shin and working his way up.

Another employee walked over. "Does she need some help?" The man asked.

Kim was rubbing her knee and had opened her eyes.

"Can we get a bag of Ice?" Mark asked the man.

He turned away quickly to retrieve it.

Mark moved Kim's hands and gently rubbed around her knee. He pressed harder feeling around. He exaggerated his actions and smiled at Kim. She looked back at him, fighting the urge to smile with him.

"Bend it a little," Mark said pulling her leg lightly to straighten it. Then pushing it back to bend it repeatedly.

He let go. Kim worked her leg on its own.

"Does it feel ok?" Mark asked sincerely next to Kim.

"I think its ok. I just smacked the bone really hard." Kim said feeling better.

Mark scooped her light body up in his arms. Kim was surprised, she didn't brace herself. It happened so fast. Mark didn't give any warning. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his chest embarrassed of the few onlookers.

He set her down on a nearby bench. "Keep bending it!" He told her. "I'll be right back!"

The museum employee returned with a bag of ice and gave it to Kim. "Will you be ok?" He asked.

"I think I'll be fine." Kim answered, moving her leg back and forth. "Thank you."

Mark came back with a churro and Dippin' Dots. "I hope this makes you feel better!"

He handed Kim the churro and opened the Chocolate Dippin' Dots ice cream for her.

She couldn't help but take a big bite of the cinnamon flavored treat. "Thank you, this is good! She said as she chewed with a mouthful in large bites, getting back to her happy self.

Two large bites later she offered some to Mark. "Would you like a taste?" She moved it in front of his mouth back and forth teasingly. Mark took a bite from her hand. "Mmmm." He said as he ate.

"You took a dive, right there!" Mark teased, pointing to the corner of the kiosk.

"God, you went down so hard! Ooof" he made a noise with his mouth repeating the sound of Kim hitting the floor.

She laughed very hard, "don't make fun of me, I'm not very athletic." She whined.

She finished the churro.

Mark hugged her from the side. And rocked a little left and right, comforting her. Kim smiled, she felt better.

Mark reached across his body with his other arm and offered Kim her ice cream. She gladly accepted it. They laughed some more as they talked and decided it might not be the best time to walk around for Kim.

The tickets were good for one month, so it wasn't a big deal. Mark walked Kim back to her car, making sure she was ok. He held the car door, as she sorted her bags and stuff. Then buckled her in and kissed her cheek, neither of them thinking about it. Kim thanked Mark for helping her with her knee and the great time today.

Mark watched Kim drive away then walked to his own SUV thinking about the long day's events.

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