John....what was I going to tell him?
How had my life become so tangled, yes I read stories about tangled webs but this was real and it was happening to me. My anxiety escalated and I felt a growing sense of unease, my god I was having an affair...and with a woman no less. Oh my god what would my parents say? What would Debbie say? More to the point what was John going to say?
After Brianna dropped me off I wandered around the house. My freshly waxed kitty seemed so swollen, yet so alive. Every step seemed to rub or chafe. I tried to concentrate on getting dinner but I kept dropping my hand down between my legs and rubbing, the feeling so new, no hair and my finger slid in so easily I was wet, not just sticky and gooey but wet and my lips sucked at my finger as I slid it in.
I tried to focus but every few minutes I dropped my hand and rubbed myself, my damp panties clinging to my flesh, my kitty pouty and eager. God much more and I would cum, the realisation washed over me, I was going to cum.
I scurried into the toilet and sat back with my legs parted, my panties in a pool on the floor. My fingers delved deeper, my other hand squeezing and roughly twisting my nipples. I tugged at them until it hurt, I crushed them massaged them my bra rubbing painfully.
My fingers were no longer toying, they were sliding slithering and plunging in and out the wet sloshy sounds of sex, oh fuck I was going to cum and all I could think about was Brianna's hot pussy on my face, her clit wriggling fatly against my tongue her voice cooing encouraging me to fuck her with my tongue, the taste of her arse as she ground it on my face, her kitty smothering me.
My own fingers were like robots boring into my slushy swollen kitty, my fingers coated in sticky gooey juices. I couldn't hold back I cried out, "Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes fuck me, smother me, fuck me.'
Just then I heard Debbie, "Are you here mum? Mum are you home."
My body shuddered and I bit my lips as the orgasm gripped me, my legs trembled thrusting my hips up off the porcelain my fingers plunging in and out...oh god could she hear, I was so sloppy. I heard her walking past, "Mum are you home?"
As my breathing quietened and I could breathe I whispered, "I'm on the loo."
She giggled, "Well why didn't you say something?"
"Sorry I'm not feeling well." I lied.
"Shall I get you a glass of water?"
"No....no I'm OK just give me a minute."
I heard her walk off to her bedroom and I cried, tears of embarrassment, tears of joy. God everything seemed so intense, sharper but oh god the shame.
I went to pick up my panties but once I had them in my hand they were so wet there was no way I could put them back on. Clutching them tightly in my hand I snuck up to our bedroom, threw them in the laundry basket and put on fresh ones. I touched up my makeup preparing to go out and face Debbie.
I made it back to the kitchen before Debbie walked in to tell me all about her day at school and of course she wanted to talk about boys and girls. Unlike most teenagers Debbie and I had always maintained a close relationship and she never hid anything from me. Well at least not as far as I knew.
As we talked the fresh panties scuffed my freshly waxed skin, I felt the little tingles emitting like tiny electric shocks. My kitty was so swollen my clit poked out and the cotton fabric rubbed, irritated and chafed. My daughter was standing right next to me and all I could do was squeeze my legs together hoping I could quell the arousal. The word arousal only filled my mind with visions of Brianna in her shiny black leathers and then the tingles started all over again.
I was dragged from my thoughts when I heard the word lesbian, "What I cried, what did you just say?"
She giggled, "Oh come on mum it's nothing, but all the girls are making fun of her. I just think it's cruel."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"God weren't you listening? I just said Lyndsay came out to everyone today that she is gay and everyone was making fun of her."
"Lyndsay...your friend Lyndsay?"
"Yeah, god mum why don't you listen."
"So what happened?"
"Well some of the girls started to make fun of her and call her names. She ran off to hide in the toilets and Mr's Jessup gathered us all together and told us off. She said we have to me more accepting."
Catching my breath I asked, "What about you...how did you react? I hope you weren't part of the crowd."
I could see by her guilty expression she must have said or done something. "Honey that poor girl must feel terrible. You have known her all your life."
"Yeah I know mum but oooh yuck she is gay. How can I be friends with her?"
"Has she ever said or done anything to you?"
"No...she never said anything."
"Then what's changed except she likes girls?"
"I don't know mum, it feels weird, I mean she saw me naked and now I wonder if she was you know eyeing me up?"
"She is probably more confused than you about feelings. Debbie please don't join that angry crowd, walk your own walk. She was your best friend. Why not invite her over for dinner?"
"I don't know mum, it seems so weird, and what would we talk about? Girls..."
I laughed, "You would talk about whatever you have always talked about."
She looked unsure so I gave her a mothers hug and sighed, "You don't have to do it now, but the longer you leave it the harder it will become. That poor girl must be feeling so lonely right now."
