Chapter 4 -- It's A Girl Thing
38-year-old Denise Watkins stood naked in the corner of Ted's bedroom, her damp panties draped over her head, her buttocks red from the spanking she'd just received from her 20-year-old lover. It was nearly two o'clock on Friday afternoon. That was the problem.
She'd told Ted she was taking the afternoon off to spend with him, that she'd be home no later than one o'clock. That would give them about 4 hours before Ted's mom, Martha Baldwin, arrived at the home the 3 of them temporarily shared. And when Denise didn't show up until almost 1:45, Ted decided some punishment was in order.
After Denise had suffered enough, Ted quickly shed his clothes and approached the dark haired beauty from behind. It was then that they heard the front door open. Mrs. Baldwin was home early!
Denise tore the panties from her head, looking quickly at Ted. The panic in her eyes was obvious as she dashed out the bedroom door. She barely made it to the guestroom in time, leaving the door open as she dashed for the bed, diving under the covers just as Martha rounded the corner.
Ted, meanwhile, had gathered up Denise's clothes and tossed them under his bed. He dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, then waited by his bedroom door, listening.
Ted had a dream relationship with Denise. A relationship where she was completely subservient to him. A relationship where he could demand anything from her he desired, and she would give it. It was a relationship that worked for both of them, and he had no desire to fuck it up by letting his mom catch on.
So he waited, and he listened.
"Hello, anybody home," Martha called out. Denise was supposed to be at work, and Ted would normally be out with his buddies, but both of their cars were home. 'Curious,' she thought.
"In here," Denise answered from the guestroom.
"What's the matter?" Martha asked as she entered the room and saw her best friend in bed. "Are you sick?"
Denise hesitated, trying to control her emotions. Less than a minute ago, she'd stood buck naked before her young lover, her ass in flames from the spanking he'd delivered. And now, she was trying to conceal everything from his mother, her best friend. Unfortunately, her body wasn't buying it. Her body was still hot from the spanking, and her pussy was on fire.
Then she remembered what her young master had said the other day. That she was free to do anybody she liked -- anytime, anywhere, and anyhow -- just as long as she told him all the details.
Quickly, Denise put an impromptu plan in motion. "No," Denise said in a sad voice, trying to sound depressed. She sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts, swinging her feet over the side of the bed. "It's just . . ." She paused, as if searching for the right words. "Oh, I don't know," she said exhaling and lowering her head.
A million things went through Martha's head as looked at her friend. Was she okay? Was she sick? Was it serious? Why wasn't she telling her?
"Please, Denise," she said as she sat down beside her friend. "I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything."
Denise hesitated briefly, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the fake tears, then threw herself into Martha's arms, allowing the sheet to fall free in the process.
"There, there now," Martha said, recovering quickly from the shock of having a naked woman fall into her arms. "It's okay."
She held Denise tentatively at first, gradually becoming more at ease. She stroked her hair gently and lightly rubbed her back, very much aware of the naked breast pushing against her own. And she waited until her friend was ready to talk.
"I'm sorry," Denise said after a while, pushing herself back from Martha's embrace. She took hold of her friend's hands and held them in her lap, seemingly unaware of her own nakedness. "It's just that, sometimes, I get to feeling so lonely, and so sorry for myself that I can't stand it. I miss my husband, Martha. I miss him something awful." And then she hesitated. "Look at me," she said, squeezing her friends hand tight and trying to smile. "Of all people to be telling this to. You've been alone so long. How do you do it?"
Martha smiled at her friend, the hint of tears sneaking from the corners of her eyes, before reaching her arms out and pulling her close, oblivious, now, to her nakedness. "Oh, baby, you're not alone. Neither one of us is. We've got each other. We've got Ted. And we've got our friends."
Denise pulled back slightly, just enough to see Martha's face. "But don't you ever miss having a man?" she asked softly.
"Sure I do," Martha said as she slowly stroked the wavy brunette locks. "Sometimes."
"Stay with me awhile," Denise whispered after a moment. "I don't want to be alone."
"Of course," Martha responded in an equally soft voice. It never even occurred to her not to stay with her best friend when she needed her so. Without another word, the two women fell into each other's arms. They rocked each other slowly, before Denise rolled onto the bed, bringing Martha down with her. And they lay there together, holding each other gently, one woman naked, one woman dressed.
Meanwhile, Ted crept quietly down the hall, straining to hear the women speak. He could understand just enough to confuse him. 'What's she doing,' he thought to himself? 'It shouldn't be this difficult to get rid of her. What's going on?'
