Reality! It hit me hard!
Here I was, a 40-year-old housewife in bed with my daughter's 18-year-old best friend and neighbor, the stickiness of her pussy juices drenching my face, and mine on hers, legs entangled, on bedsheets that should have been washed and in a dryer by now!
And my daughter was at the front door, locked out!
The sound of the doorbell woke me not from sleep, but from a sexual stupor. My mind, and most certainly, my body, were focused entirely on Abby. An 18-year-old! A woman! A young woman! I had lost track of time, of who I was and even where I was.
Before I could physically react, Abby had jumped out of my bed and was getting her shorts and shirt on. She calmly told me to get my clothes on and get the sheets off the bed and throw them in the basket. She picked up her dress, looked at me and wiped her face with it. "This is going to have to be washed, too" she said with a smirk.
As I finally got myself moving, she added, "I'll get the door. It'll be okay." Her calmness impressed me, but my stomach was in knots. As she passed me to get to the door she pointed to my face. "You may want to wash up. You have me all over you." she smiled.
As she slipped out the door, I licked my lips. Her pussy. Oh, so sweet! The knots in my stomach turned to butterflies. I wanted more! Just then I heard Stacy downstairs asking Abby what was going on. I listened the best I could as Stacy questioned why the screen door was locked. It never is. Abby's response "Oh, your mom asked me to lock the door and I guess I locked the wrong one."
"Where is she," Stacy asked. Abby said something about getting here late and how we spent most of the time sipping on coffee and forgetting the time. At that point Stacy was telling her about the job and the store and the clothes sold there. Girl talk.
I quickly got the sheets and other items into the laundry basket and cleaned myself up. I also had the sense to spray more than enough of a floral scented room freshener. If there is, indeed, a smell of sex, my room would be the prime example. Now, would I be able to face my daughter without faltering?
"Mom, are you coming down?" Stacy called up the stairs.
"Yes", I replied, "just getting the rest of the bed linens."
As I carried the basket downstairs, I said, "So tell me all about the job."
Before she started, she asked if I were feeling okay. "You're all flushed" she said as she took the basket out of my hands. With a smirk she continued, "Was Abby showing you her yoga positions?"
Abby's knees on either side of my head was the position that came to mind when Stacy asked the question. Fortunately, Abby interrupted with a laugh jokingly saying "We might have had a little pillow fight."
Stacy rolled her eyes, but went on to excitedly tell me that she was taking the job and the fact that she would receive a discount on clothes seemed to be a bigger deal than the hourly pay.
After a few more minutes of chatter, I told the girls if they got the sheets into the washing machine, I would get some salads together for lunch. I almost suggested to Abby that she invite Linda, her mom, but thought better of it. My head was still spinning.
Abby thanked me for offering lunch, but said she should be going because her mom was expecting her. The girls said their goodbyes as Stacy went to the laundry room in the basement and me to the kitchen.
I wasn't alone for long. Abby had not left. Sensing motion, I turned around as Abby walked toward me with her finger up to her lips to quiet me. "I'll be back tomorrow, Mrs. G" she whispered.
She put her arms around my waist and kissed me. It was a soft, lingering kiss. "Abby" I said, breaking the kiss, "maybe we should talk"
