This is the second installment in my series No Apologies No Regrets. While it will help readers understand the characters and their lives, I suggest you read Part 1 first, but I've written this as a mostly standalone story.
Claire Watkins woke to the sound of a loud muffler driving past her house. The sixty-two-year-old woman threw back the covers, revealing her nude body, then climbed out of bed and walked to her bathroom. It had been nearly a month since her weekend at her friend Alex's house where the two women had engaged in a weekend of masturbation and sapphic lovemaking. It had been an impromptu adult slumber party. Alex knew Claire always grew depressed in the days surrounding the anniversary of the passing of Claire's late husband, so she had invited Claire to spend the weekend. The two women had Alex's house to themselves as Alex's husband had gone north to visit some of his own friends. One thing had led to another and a combination of alcohol, a steamy movie, and the vivid imaginations of two mature women led to the two exploring sexual boundaries, unabashedly without guilt or shame.
Claire's life returned to normal after that weekend, and there were no regrets as she and Alex, who was also her co-worker at Robinson Financial, resumed their regular job duties. An occasional wink or nod between the two women reminded them both of the pleasures they experienced, but neither had any lingering feelings of guilt.
Claire would always miss her late husband, David, but she was finally breaking free of her self-imposed sexual prison. She wasn't yet sure if she was ready for a sexual relationship with a male, but between masturbation and her recent same-sex experience with Alex, Claire felt a new chapter starting to unfold before her. She was hesitant to use the word "lesbian" to describe her relationship with Alex. Afterall, Claire was decidedly straight, as was Alex, yet the pleasures the two women experienced together were the first intimate contact Claire experienced with another human being since David's passing. Should Alex make a similar offer again, Claire knew she would accept.
But today was Saturday, March 2, and once again the forecast called for rain. Claire turned on her television and learned of an extremely powerful blizzard of in the mountains to the east towards Truckee, but the weather for her home in San Jose was cool. But patchy sun peeked through the clouds above her San Jose home this morning.
Ever since her weekend with Alex, Claire had slept naked and had taken to walking about her house fully nude. She lived alone, without even a cat or dog to share her space, so she decided that clothes were something for the outside world. Being nude also made it easier to engage in random masturbation whenever her desire for self-pleasure came over her. Claire wasn't particularly creative about her masturbation techniques, and she did not own any sex toys, but between her fingers and her favorite hairbrush handle, she thought she had everything she needed. So, Claire sat at her small dining table, watching the television reports on the blizzard while nibbling on a bagel with strawberry cream cheese spread on it.
Just as she was about to take another bite, Claire heard her phone ring. Setting the bagel down, she rose from her chair and walked to the counter where her phone was charging. Her other close friend, Janet Marbury, was calling.
"Janet!" Claire exclaimed as she answered the phone, "hey, girl, what's on your mind?"
"My, aren't you the bubbly one," Janet said on the other end.
"Hey, it's Saturday, and I have no plans," came Claire's reply.
"And no clothes on, I bet," laughed Janet. "Any plans with Alex?"
There were no secrets between Claire, Janet, and Alex. Claire had readily confessed her weekend with Alex when she spoke with Janet a few days after that weekend had ended. Janet had cheered her friend on, pleased that Claire was able to have an enjoyable (and erotic) weekend instead of doing her usual moping about on that depressing day.
"You know it, girlfriend! But, I'm not with Alex this weekend."
"Do you want to switch to Face Time?" Janet asked.
"I would, but I just dropped my bagel and now I have strawberry cream cheese on my boob," Claire responded as she was trying to eat and talk at the same time.
"Ooh, kinky," came Janet's giggling reply.
"More like clumsy," Claire admitted, "but here goes."
Claire tapped the Face Time app which sent an invite to Janet on the other end. Janet accepted the invite and there was Claire's pretty face, surrounded by a mass of uncombed, shoulder-length gray hair. Janet couldn't help but think how gracefully Claire was aging.
"I see a face, but I want to see some booty!" Janet laughed as she watched her friend moving about her kitchen.
Claire propped her phone on the counter and walked away so Janet could get the view she asked for. Claire knew her body did not turn many heads; she was north of sixty, yet she felt confident amongst her friends, especially after the weekend with Alex. As she walked away, Claire slapped her hands on her butt cheeks just before she turned around to return to her phone.
"Satisfied?" she asked Janet.
"You know I am, girlfriend," Janet answered. "I hope I look that good when I'm your age."
Claire knew Janet was joking, the two were only a year apart, with Janet being sixty-one.
"Well, come on," Claire said, "I showed you mine, now you show me yours."
Janet was wearing basic Saturday clothes, mainly a baggy tee shirt two sizes too big for her, and sweatpants. Though it was early, Janet had already been for a walk around the block on a brisk late winter Saturday in Shafter, a small town north of Bakersfield.
Feeling up for the challenge, Janet lifted the hem of her large shirt, revealing her round, braless breasts. Her breasts sagged with age, but still had light pink areolae surrounding small pebble-like nipples.
"Happy?" Janet asked.
"Aw, you know it!" Claire answered back, barely suppressing another small laugh. "But, enough of the tits and ass show, what's on your mind?"
"I wanted to ask if you had some time later this week to head over to Big Sur and participate in a retreat of sorts."
"What kind of retreat?" Claire asked.
"Well, it's a women's empowerment thing, kind of," Janet wasn't sure if Claire was interested or not.
"What do you mean by 'kind of'?" Claire's curiosity was piqued, but she remained non-committal, at least for the moment.
"OK, I'll just be my normal blunt self," Janet replied. "It's over in Big Sur, another friend of mine was all set to go, but she had some family issue come up and now she can't make it. It'll cost $700 for a three-day, two-night stay, and it's coming up this Thursday. I hate to drop this on you on short notice like this, but I really didn't want to go alone."
"Alright, I'm interested," Claire admitted, "now what's it all about? How can a women's self-empowerment 'thing' (she air quoted the word, glad that she was now on a video call) be 'kind of' (air quoting again) a retreat? There's something you're leaving out."
Janet was not embarrassed by her intentional omission of details, but realized if Claire was to join her, she'd have to spell it out. Taking a deep breath, Janet did exactly that, she spelled it out.