The following day, things took a surprising turn - a significant understatement! I received a short message in the afternoon from Jan saying that she would be late coming home because she and Marianne were going to get together to talk after fixing up their rooms. School was to start the next day after summer vacation, so they had no classes yet. Needless to say, that piqued my imagination and I couldn't help but assume that the conversation would be about last Saturday night. Consequently, I was on the traditional "pins and needles" as I waited for her to come home. She was, in fact, quite late when I heard her pull into the garage.
She had the most peculiar look on her face as she came in and I don't really know how to describe it. I had expected her usual smile combined with a "wait until you hear what she said" enigmatic expression. Instead, there was an element of foreboding or apprehension that made me immediately fear that something was wrong - or, at least, she thought there was. I'd seen something like that expression before when she had done something that she thought I wouldn't like. That look prepared me for the unexpected. "What is it, honey? Is there something wrong?"
"I don't know. Something totally unexpected happened and...and...it's hard to talk about." We sat down on the couch and, frankly, I was quite concerned because I don't think that I had ever seen Jan so hesitant, so reluctant to talk. "I'll start at the beginning. Marianne and I had lunch and I could tell that she wanted to say something but just couldn't do it. Finally, just before the usual 'welcome back' meeting started in the afternoon, she blurted out that she really needed to talk to me in private and asked if I had to go home right after it ended. I, of course, said no and she asked me to stop at their house for a short time. Bryan is working at an out of town job and we would be alone. I, of course, said yes and, naturally, I was plagued with curiosity, and somewhat nervous, about she wanted to tell me. Here is the way she described their conversation - and other things.
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"Oh, Jan, I'm so sorry about all the things I did Saturday night. I just got carried away just as I did last time and I hope that I didn't hurt your breasts."
Jan, trying to lighten the atmosphere and make her feel better, said, with a smile, "Everything is fine! There were some bruises and marks, but nothing that won't go away."
"Oh, I'm so sorry! You know that I don't act like that normally!"
That was so absurd that Jan had to laugh it, but, before she could reply, Marianne continued, "I think that I need to explain myself. You know that I'm not a lesbian. I'm a married woman with two grown kids. I've never admitted this to anyone, even Bryan, but, back when I was a freshman in college, neither my roommate nor I had a boyfriend or had any sexual experience. We were both...well, bookworms, I guess, and hadn't been particularly popular in high school and we didn't really know how to attract men. Damn, this is hard to say. Anyway, we were alone together a lot...and we ended up having sex with each other. That went on for the full four years, and, honestly, I thought that I was a lesbian.
"When I got out of school, I was more mature, I guess more self-confident. I learned to dress better, more attractively. I discovered that I liked men and my interest in women just disappeared. I assumed that it was just a phase that I had gone through. That, of course was many years ago. I married Bryan, we had two kids and I had a reasonably good life. Sex was ok, but, over time, just wasn't particularly interesting. Bryan and I continued with it, of course, but mostly for his benefit. Frankly, I just put sex away and just ignored that part of life.
"Then something happened. Your bodysuit came open, exposing your...your pussy. This is embarrassing for me and probably for you, but I want to explain myself. It was very funny, seeing you caught up like that, not able to get out or back in and your efforts to hide yourself were hilarious. I couldn't help laughing. But, suddenly, it changed from being funny to being sexy. When Bryan helped you back in and started feeling you, I got very excited although I tried to hide it. When I saw his hands between your legs, I couldn't help myself. I pushed his fingers out of the way and felt you myself. Then, when he was in you, I couldn't contain myself and I grabbed your breasts and couldn't let go. I pretended to be trying to stop him, but I wasn't.
While she was saying all these things, Jan just sat there, stunned, totally unable to speak. Marianne was looking down, seemingly unable to face her as she revealed her past and explained her actions in the Jacuzzi. That part was much as we had surmised, but it was still shocking to hear her describe her feelings. Marianne went on.
"I've downplayed those things in my mind since then, but last Saturday they all emerged again, but, this time, more blatantly. I had kept telling you that you should take your pants off under the water, but I couldn't admit to myself that I wanted to see you without them. When you said that you would take them off if I wanted you to, I had to accept that I did want it because of my own desire, not yours. When we were sitting there in the water and I thought that your pussy probably was bare - and that Bryan was, most likely, feeling it - I could hardly sit still. When you confirmed it and took your bra off, I could hardly contain my emotions. Then, when you stood up completely naked and deliberately showed your pussy, I just couldn't control myself! After that, I couldn't keep my hands off of, or even out of, you. I even felt Bryan's cock going in and out of you. I don't know if I have ever been so sexually excited!
"All I've been thinking of since then is whether you're upset. I thought that I had to explain my abnormal behavior. I didn't want to tell you all of this, but I just had to. You had to know that I was not just casually touching you all that time and I thought that you should know the truth even if it appalls or, maybe, disgusts you."
Marianne finished this long confession and sat there, downcast, fearing Jan's verdict would be repugnance and loathing. Jan's reaction was neither of these. Instead, she threw her arms around her, saying, "For heaven's sake, honey, you don't have to apologize or feel guilty! I didn't mind anything you did - in fact, I loved it! Gods, I'm the one who was completely naked and put my leg up to show my pussy! And thank you so much for caring enough to tell me of your experience in college. I've never had a relationship like that, but I don't see anything wrong with it, particularly in the situation you describe."
"Oh, do you mean it? I was so afraid that you'd call me a lesbian and have nothing to do with me!"
