The next morning I felt different, as doubts started to plague me, while I admit to having enjoyed what had happened to me yet it also scared me, I had butter flies in my stomach as it occupied my mind as I sat there trying to eat some breakfast. Mother told me she had some errands she wanted me to do for her and in a way I felt relieved.
It gave me a chance to get out of the house and as I went about the errands all I could think about was how I felt, alone, scared, was I a queer? I knew what had happened wasn't right, wasn't natural as we were supposed to fall in love with a man and here I was. In the last 4 months or so I had left home, lost my virginity and not only that had sex with my friend, was now back home and the one woman who I'd always looked up to wanted me to make love to her.
My letters to her had apparently triggered what had happened, she had read between the lines and correctly guess what had happened between Jennifer and I, and I had been too stupid and scared to deny it. I took my time shopping for mother as these thoughts were going through my head, but after I got back home mother reminded me I should get going to help Emma.
By the time I got there It was mid morning and once inside she gave me a big hug and kiss asking what kept me, so told her I had to do some errands for mother. Since I'd left the evening before and my arrival she had finished stripping the old wall paper off, patched some holes with paste, and was now starting to apply the new wall paper to one wall. All she had on was a chemise, bloomers and slippers, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra or her girdle.
It was a relief in a way to me that she wanted to continue papering to finish the one wall. I helped her lay it out and cut it to length, then after she brushed some paste on the wall climbed up on a stool to start hanging it from the top, while I knelt and held the bottom in line with the edge of the previous one. She then brushed it to squeeze any air bubbles out and smooth it down, then we repeated with the next piece.
Once we got the first wall done she stopped and said, "lets take a break and have some fun" and taking me by my hand led me into her bedroom. As before I was too timid to say anything and just meekly followed her where she again started to undo my blouse and take it off me followed by my bra. Next she unzipped my skirt and had me step out of it, and looking at me smiled as she ran her hands over my body.
She told me how beautiful I looked and how I was all she could think of, and that she loved me very much and did I love her too? Of course I said, "yes" at which she smiled at me and said, "show me dear," I want you to love me very much. During this I saw her excitement rise and noticed her breathing change as she laid back on the bed pulling me too her and placed my hand on her tit as she kissed me on my mouth, her tongue probing into mine.
I was aware of her nipple under the light material of her chemise and began to caress it, reminding me about what she liked me to do to her. My own arousal was starting to grow in me so I didn't need much urging as my fingers began caressing her tits, first one then the other. I loved their feel, so soft and big, her breathing was changing as she whispered instructions to me, "grip it dearie, don't be shy I love it when you do, rub it harder it feels so good" and so on.
She had me on top of her and managed to get her legs around mine holding me in a scissor like way as I squeezed, licked and sucked her tits, her moans exciting me till with a cry she had her climax. I now relaxed but she still held onto me, and I felt her body quieten from her pleasure, and now kissing me again took my hand and pushed it down between her legs. She was gasping now, "give Soosie a rub dear" as she rubbed my hand over her crotch. I was fully aroused myself by now and was happy to oblige her by feeling her pussy through her bloomers, or her Soosie as she called it, pushing the material into the crevice and feeling her clitoris. Soon she was gasping and moving her arse in time to my hand rubbing her till she again let out a cry and gripping me tight held onto me as the waves of pleasure washed over her.