This story in intended to be listed in the "First Time" category.
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Jill slowly turned over as she woke up to find herself in a strange bed for the third morning in a row. The confusion eventually cleared while she remained on her back with her eyes closed to block the spear of sunlight leaking through a gap in the drawn curtains. As her brain began to work on where she was and why, a small shiver went through her warm body. She tossed off the sheet and looked down to make sure. Yup, still had on the crotchless panties Nan had given her to wear the previous evening.
A sigh of regret passed her lips as the thoughts of what had gone on since Friday pushed their way into her mind. The cold reality of her recent antics was not going to fade away. They demanded her attention. She had put her marriage at risk by asking her best friend to help restore passion in her relationship with Evan. Obviously, she had not given enough thought as to what could happen and where it could all lead. Playing her little game had put Evan and Nan alone in a situation she had not expected.
Asking Nan to tease Evan, then urging him to return the increasingly physical antics was a little kinky at first, but when Nan basically cornered her by putting her own spin on the naughty game, things quickly got out of control. She was still amazed that he had not fucked Nan when he first had the chance. The questions lined up and rushed through her mind, demanding answers she didn't have. "How could he resist Nan when she was naked, lying there with legs spread wide and inviting him to fuck her? How did I get to a point where I actually guided Evan's cock into Nan's pussy? When did I realize I had a desire to be intimate with another woman?"
Then there was last night.
Yeah, wow. Last night. Was that a misguided attempt to comfort Nan? Maybe a little too much wine? Curiosity? Whatever it was, being tied to a bed was not something she wanted to try again. Only her wrists, but still something that scared her.
A nagging reality finally took over. "Okay, lady. You've got a bunch of work to do to try and get things back to normal, or at least something that might pass for normal. Things will never be the same, that's for sure. Crossed too many lines. Hell, you didn't just cross them, totally friggin' destroyed them. Damn, what a mess you've made."
She finally rolled out of bed to freshen up, and when she was finished in the bathroom, she realized she didn't have any clean clothes to wear. Evan had taken everything home the previous evening. "Okay, that's just great." Putting on the robe from last evening was her only option at the moment. "Well, time to find Nan and see what's going on."
As she approached the kitchen, she could hear Nan talking to someone. It turned out to be Drake on the phone, and the conversation was getting a little heated. When Nan was able to get in a comment or two, it was all too obvious Drake was pleading his case to be allowed back. Nan finally yelled into the phone, "Look, stop. Just stop. You listening to me? Did you hear what I said? Stop! Yeah, okay. I'll think about it. Yeah, I said I'd think about it. Yeah, bye. Okay, bye."
Once she had ended the call, Nan just stared at the phone, completely unaware Jill had been listening from the doorway. All she had to say was "Damn." She finally realized Jill was standing there and asked if she wanted a cup of coffee.
Jill commented as she took a seat at the table, "Well, no need to ask who was on the phone."
With a sigh, Nan replied, "Yeah, you already know what that was all about."
"So, what're you gonna' do?"
There was a long moment of silence as Nan mulled over the question while pouring a cup of coffee for Jill. "Not sure. As for now, he really made me mad and it's too hard to think straight. I need some time to sort this out, and I don't think he's going to give in. He wants back, but I hate to let him have his way again. I just don't know what to do."
"Okay, try this. Don't talk to him on the phone. Just text him. Don't take his calls and make sure you don't call him. That way, you have time to think about what you say. It will be easier to maintain your cool and make better decisions."
"Hmm, good idea. Where'd you come up with that?"
"Hey, you learn a few things working in a lawyer's office. Stay cool and in control. And texting is a good way to do that. You make fewer mistakes in a situation that's already going south."
"Okay, I see what you mean. I'll do that. Yeah, it'll be less stressful that way. Thanks."
They both sat in silence for a while, sipping fresh coffee and each mentally dealing with their own problems. A big sigh from Nan restarted the conversation.
"This sucks. Life sucks. Here we are, mid-forties and two very different lives. You've got a pretty good deal with Evan and your two boys, while I've got, what? I'm a widow for like ten years now, and because of my poor choices, have a druggie boy friend who's getting to be a real pain in the ass. Won't commit to me at all. Would rather get high and when I say anything to him about breaking his promises to clean up, we end up fighting. Then he's got the nerve to say it's all my fault. Now that I'm sitting here thinking about it, maybe it's better that he never asked me to marry him. It's easy to see how much worse things could be."
A moment later, staring into her cup, and to no one in particular, Nan asked, "What'll I do now? I'm all alone again."
Jill placed her hand on top of Nan's and reminded her, "Hon, you're not alone. You know Evan and I will always be here. You've got lots of other friends and we can all help you get through. C'mon, don't be so hard on yourself. This will get sorted out, and you'll move on. Only you know how much you can really handle, but we'll be here for you. As for Drake, well, that's a tough one. Now that I recall, Evan always felt he was kind of controlling, but I told him he was imagining things. Looks like I was really wrong on that one."
The sound of Nan's phone demanding attention again distracted them. When she picked it up and looked, "Hah, guess who."
"Don't answer it. See if he leaves a message. Remember, don't get trapped into a conversation. Just text him. That'll send him a message just by doing that. You've got to get control of the way you deal with him. Don't let him corner you."
Nan nodded her head as she put the phone down on the table. "Yeah, I've got to remember that."
She looked at Jill and said, "Okay, looks like we've got to find you something to wear home. Lucky we're the same size."