(This fictional story is a continuation of the first chapter of what may become a "Bethany" series. Comments and suggestions are more than welcome, and I hope you all enjoy reading them as much as I like writing them!)
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Bethany lay there as her body began to wind down and relax (a very pleasurable feeling of warm release all through her body) while at the same time her mind brooded over that image which bothered her so much. She couldn't deny that the image on some level intrigued and aroused her, and that's what worried her. "I'm not like that," she kept telling herself over and over again. Bethany knew that American culture at large saw nothing wrong with it, in fact over the last few decades much had been done to liberalize societies sexual norms and mores, but she had been raised to view such thoughts and actions as morally wrong and had for these last few weeks done her best to drive this thought from her mind. Feeling rather guilty and determined to think about something else, she got up, buried her dildo back under her socks and panties, and got dressed.
The psychological and physiological process she felt today wasn't all that different from what it normally was for her; she'd get aroused, masturbate, and once she came back down from her post-orgasmic high would feel guilty. A lot of the time she'd considered throwing away her dildo and trying abstinence from all things sexual, but her resolve would never last. Bethany would try to bury her passions like she buried the dildo in the sock draw, but after awhile they would always come bubbling back out of her, sometimes explosively. This new "fantasy" (she cringed at the thought of it) only made the persistent guilt worse.
Over the next few hours she busied herself with housework and laundry, doing her best to leave this latest mental struggle in the past. Around six, Bethany realized that she had better get ready to go out with her friends to that new club they had found downtown a few nights before. Considering the smaller city they lived in, this was a true big city club and tonight was ladies' night. She always thought it amusing that the girls always got the breaks at the clubs on drinks and didn't mind it one bit. This club specialized in martini's, and tonight she would be able to get them for only a buck a pop, unless of course some brave guy was "nice" enough to buy her one. She wasn't oblivious to the games many guys played, but she was more than happy to let them buy her drinks. She just wasn't interested in dating right now nor was she interested in casual sex. She was going out to have fun, and was looking forward to a long night of conversation, dancing, and laughs. "I better get ready before the girls get here. I wouldn't let myself into CO2 with shorts and a t-shirt," she smiled to herself.
Going through her closet she decided on one of her black skirts, a loose sleeveless white top, and her black heels. Bethany really loved those shoes, not only did they add two inches to her, but they were really rather comfortable for heels – at least her feet would wouldn't be throbbing by the end of the night like they would in her other set of heels, vividly recalling the pain in her feet after her sister's wedding reception two years ago. A simple silver chain and hoop earrings completed the ensemble.
Ten minutes later the girls arrived. A year ago she had known none of them, but since she had moved here four months ago they had grown together fast. Bethany and these three girls all liked to have fun, were generally laid back, and got along very well together. The other three had arrived in Jessie's black Grand Prix At thirty-five she was older than the rest of them, had been married for fifteen years, and had four kids; the other three girls jokingly called her "mom." The other two, Karla and Kasey, were twins. They were both raven-haired former college volleyball players who still played in local leagues three or four times a week. Bethany looked up to these two girls, and not only because they were a foot taller than she was. She looked up to them because at 27 they had already together established a thriving local athletic equipment store which was comfortably in the black. This is how she had met these three girls. As a regular customer she had gotten to know the twins and become friendly with them. But it wasn't until Jessie had begun to come to the store three months ago that their little group had begun to form.
Jessie had just had her fourth a year ago and had gotten tired of the weight she had put on over the last 15 years. She came in to look for some help on how to loose the baby weight. The twins had taken her under their wing as they did many of their customers giving her tips, advice, and a discount on the elliptical Jessie ended up buying from them. Knowing that Bethany was a regular runner/biker, they had also pointed Jessie in her direction. So for the last two and a half months Jessie and Bethany had been regular biking buddies, riding the roads and trails in their area together and getting to know one another quite well. Jessie had thrown herself into working out and had up to this point lost almost 20 pounds. They had even decided that they might start running together over the next couple weeks. "Mom" was feeling better than she had in years, was only 10 pounds away from where she was when she got married, and had confided to Bethany this last week that her loving and stable marriage had also begun to get hot again. Life was going well for all four girls, and they were fast becoming good friends.
This last month they had started to go out occasionally together to restaurants, clubs, and movies at the encouragement of Jessie's husband of all people. He was ecstatic at how his wife had begun to make some good friends and was developing a life outside the kids and house. He had been encouraging her for weeks now to take the occasional "girl's night" and have some fun. So at Jessie's instigation they were going out tonight to CO2 to relax, bond, and have fun.
"Ready to go Squirt?" Jessie shouted from her car.
"Yeah, hurry it up Kid!" Kasey teasingly added.
Bethany didn't mind the ribbing. They new she was comfortable with her size. And she knew that if the chips where down and anyone ever tried to mess with her, that unfortunate person would have one tough mother and two athletic amazons swooping down on him or her.
"Hold on, you old farts!" Bethany threw back at them flashing a huge grin.
"Old? I'll have you know that I'm just starting to hit my stride young lady!" retorted Jessie.
