Something Borrowed Ch 04 1

SOMETHING BORROWED CHAPTER 4

(Before we begin, please remember this story is totally a fiction. All the names, places and situations do not represent any real people or places. All characters are over 18. To make sense of this story, you should start at the beginning with chapter 1. My stories are stories not just sex scenes. When I write I love to give background and context to the lives of my characters. I like to think they are slow burns. If you find them not to your liking Please move on, but I hope you stay and enjoy Margaret's journey to the end. Please fill free to make a comment or send me ideas on what should happen next. I do hope you enjoy)

--- Maggie

RECAP

Gail asked me to move out. She said she felt I was closed off emotionally. Just stuck and not ready to invest in a real relationship. She said I was not truly vulnerable. Our intimacy was just not evolving to meet her needs for a real long-term loving life together. It was sexually satisfying and fun, but not going anywhere deeply emotionally. She felt I was afraid to commit without reservation. I told her no and that I loved her, deep down I knew she was right. It was funny in the way she phrased it.

"I am ready for more and you do not seem to want more."

The same way I moved in, I moved out the next day. Back to stay with my dad.

Chapter 4 Maggie finally arrives home

You now have read about Gail and my first relationship disaster and my story started with my toxic relationship with Madison. Is it any wonder why I am lonely and blue?

Time now to focus on my arrival home.

I found I had a talent for fashion and an even greater talent for marketing fashion. Within five years at 27, I had helped my dad expand his markets and increase the success of the business until we had become a major player in the world of online clothing. We developed a new line of clothing, as well continuing to sell other people's designs. We sponsored our own runway shows and sold our designs not just online, but now in stores as well.

My dad was delighted by all I had done for his brand. He rewarded me with more responsibility and a title. I was not just an employee of his company, now I became more of an executive in the business and was promoted to be the Director of Sales and Marketing. I worked hard, earned the respect of colleagues and others and had a decent gay social life in the city. My status at work and in the fashion world grew, as I spent hours each day learning every aspect of the industry.

l found my voice both in and out of work. Our company (MKA) sponsored a series of live runway events during the fashion season. My role as director of marketing gave me access to the dressing rooms and small event rooms of the shows. It did not take me long to understand that the world of fashion is the world of Sex, Money and Power. I soon got used to how flirtatious and forward everyone seemed. If you had the money and power, the sex was everywhere, especially for a young successful lesbian woman.

I often went back stage of our runway shows. I met and bedded many of the models, each more beautiful than the one before and each more than willing to allow me to give them gifts and "buy" their sexual favors. As I said earlier, this was how I met Madison. Madison was the most beautiful, but Madison was also the most selfish and mercenary. She was stunning, easily the most magnificent woman I had ever seen. My downfall was she read me like a book and knew exactly how to manipulate me to get whatever she wanted. Within a week she moved in with me.

This brings us to where we started. The fashion world revolved around Madison and she expected my world to revolve around her needs and desires. Her sex games and numerous playmates were more important than my physical or emotional needs or my business's reputation or standing in the industry. She was vain and selfish and only worried about satisfying her most bizarre desires at a moment's notice. She just expected me to fall in line and do as I had always done; ignore the personal pain or embarrassment she always caused me. She so misjudged the importance of this trip home.

This trip was not just a social visit home to introduce my girlfriend to my family. It was a vital step in the future of my business. She knew how important her cooperation concerning this trip meant to me. I had shared the reasons for the trip and how vital that everything go smoothly, which is why I was so angry that her desire for sex play was more important than my need for her to be ready to go on time.

I had already factored in an extra hour and a half into my schedule to accommodate for her selfishness, so I was already on edge when I arrived home. I was not blinded-sided or really angered by her total disregard for our departure time. My anger was that she had to have one last lust filled sexcapade before we left. The fury that I felt over the emotional betrayal that she corrupted the daughter of my closest friend was a blow, but yet true to my meek submissive nature with her, I almost forgave her the personal disloyalty. It was the jeopardy to my carefully thought-out plan for the business trip that brought out my rage to the level that I finally rebelled and found the strength to called it quits.

We were flying home to finally see my family after I had been gone for almost eight years, my only contact with them had been by infrequent phone calls. My focus once I left home had always been on my career and defining a comfortable life style as a lesbian woman. My life in that small town left far behind and forgotten. My Dad and I were now equal partners in the business. He had gifted me with a partnership for my thirty Birthday. He was the senior partner and kept 60% and I was the junior partner with 40% of the business, but we shared all responsibilities and duties. We made joint decisions on the direction the company was headed. I was finally happy and enjoying my success, but my dad died suddenly and left the company to me. I was now officially the head of the company and the CEO. According to his will, he left me an additional 20%; I now owned 60%, the majority share of the of the stock, but now my sister and my mom owned the other 40% between them.

According to his will, I was also his executor. My sister and mother had never been involved in the company up to now. This trip was necessary to finalize the division of the estate, explain the company to them and see what they wished to do with their shares. I developed a carefully laid out plan for the company's future to present to them. None of which I was convinced could be done over the telephone. I had worked out a detailed timeline that included departure times and arrival times to help calm my anxiety. Madison's behavior upset my carefully arranged apple cart.

I was extremely nervous and on edge about this visit for several reasons:

Firstly, my family had no real inkling as to my lesbian life style. The last they had known I was heterosexual and dating men. and I never shared why I had fled home and my engagement with Kenny. They all thought I ran away just out of fear of marriage and to find a career in the big city. As far as my mother was concerned, I was still the daughter she remembered, maybe a bit less wild and more focused, but still heterosexual in nature. It was going to be a shock to introduce my entire family to my gay lifestyle and my lesbian girlfriend.

Secondly, it had been almost 8 years since I had seen my sister in person and I was nervous to meet the adult version of my younger sibling. Eight years is a long time in the life of a young woman. When I left town, Kelly was a teenager of 15 and now she was a woman of 25. I was so excited to hear what she had done with her life.

Lastly and to me the most important, I needed to know what my mom and sister thought about their inheritance. My worst fear was that they would want to be actively involved in the business. My father had struggled for years to develop it and I was still working hard to make it grow.

With just a couple of long phone calls, I could already feel myself getting drawn back into the incestuous world of the small town where I grew up. My business calls to set out a firm time table for the discussion of the estate led to calls about town gossip. I got the condensed versions of the eight years since I had left. All of the doings of relatives and friends. Everyone was doing well and it seemed on the surface and little had changed in the town since I left. Talking to Kelly I got all the gossip about her friends and mine that still lived in town.

Kelly had a good job as a legal secretary and shared a home with a girlfriend, not far from our mother's house. According to my plan, we agreed to meet in the early afternoon at mom's house on the day I arrived to go over the contents of the will. I wanted to have plenty of time for discussion and questions. Now my time table was thrown off as I would arrive in the late evening and not with my girlfriend.

My sister was thrilled about my visit. She was so happy to have her big sister coming home. She insisted that I stay with her during my time in town. When I told her I was bringing a girlfriend with me she did not seem surprised. She actually told me she always suspected there was more to the story of why I had left town in a hurry. Kelly told me she had a housemate and they lived together. Kelly's best girlfriend Shawna was her housemate. Kelly asked if I remembered her, she was Kenny's younger sister and just a year behind me in school. She was getting married, while I would be visiting home. Kelly felt sure she could get me an invitation. Everyone I knew would be there including my former fiancé, Kenny.

Of course, I remembered Shawna. She was two years older than Kelly. She had started hanging out in the same crowd as Kenny and me after she graduated High school at 18. I secretly lusted for her after I had discovered I liked girls better than boys. I had so wanted her as "special" friend and suspected she felt the same, but never made her aware of my feelings because it was too close to home with me still dating Kenny. I moved on with my life without ever acting on my feelings or knowing for sure. I guess my budding lesbian intuition at the time had been wrong as she was marrying a man. I was not sure I wanted to be part of her wedding day and relive the heartache of that time in search for a woman to love forever.

More than five hours behind schedule, I left in a rented corporate jet for my home town. The freshly single version of myself once more, nursing a broken heart and a bad hangover. It was kind of ironic, my broken gay heart was the reason I left town and now it was with me again as I returned home once more. I could feel the roller coaster that was my life getting ready for another dive into the unknown.

The beauty of flying in a private jet rather than a commercial carrier was that it was just so convenient. I arrived at the airport much later than I had planned but the plane was waiting for me. No long line to get my ticket or my boarding pass. No hassle with a security screening. I just get on the plane stowed my luggage and I was ready to depart as soon as we got clearance. Landing at our destination was even better. The plane landed and did not get stuck in a holding pattern on the ground waiting for a gate at the public terminal. A short taxi to a private hanger, where a rental car was waiting and I was off. After the four hour long flight, I was off on the drive to my mom's house.

A little over two hours later I was pulling up to my mother's house. The street was dark and the lights were on in the house as I parked in the street. In the driveway I could see my mom's SUV and next to it, a racy red convertible, which I assumed belonged to my sister. With the slightest amount of apprehension, I got out of the rental took a deep breath and made my way to the front door. I turned the knob and of course it opened, nobody here in town ever locked their doors.

I entered the house and was immediately slobbered to death by the family dog, followed close behind by my mother and sister. You would have thought I had been gone eight minutes not eight years by the way I was right back into the middle of family. The house even smelled the same. The hugs lasted for minutes. Finally, they let me go. I looked around and from what I could see from the hallway and living room not a thing had changed. My mom took hold of me and at arm's length gave me a slow look from head to toe.

"Well, your hair is longer and colored."

"You lost a little weigh," she frowned and continued with her inspection.

"You look tired," she stated in a tone that was pure Mother knows best.

"I thought you were bringing a friend with you?" she asked.

"I was so happy to hear that you were finally settling down."

I just frowned a bit and said, "We just broke up and I came alone."

I still did not mention my friend was a she, that she broken my heart or that I was a lesbian.

Finished with her interrogation for now, she took my arm and walked me towards the kitchen, where she just so happened to have a full meal laid out for me. The next hour and a half raced by as I filled my stomach and she filled my head with more gossip of the last eight years. So many who married who's, more than a few who was divorced now. The births, the deaths and those who just left town for parts unknown. My sister and my mom all competed for my attention, sometimes we all talked at the same time.

At last, mom seemed all talked out. I faked a yawn. Kelly picked up on it and said,

"You must be exhausted from your trip."

We got up and both kissed mom and said goodnight. I got in my rental and followed her home. It was literally only a few minutes, following the speedy red sports car to my sister's house. Kelly and Shawna lived in a modest ranch style home. Even at night you could see it was a neat well cared for and seemed welcoming. Kelly told me that they had an extra room I could use as my base of operations during my visit and they were both happy to have me stay with them. Opening the front door, again not locked, she gave me a quick tour and showed me the guest room and told me there was a shared bath between it and the master bedroom. Kelly told me that Shawna was at her mom's tonight and would return in time for breakfast the next day. I saw there were only two bedrooms, but I was too tired to think about the girls' usual sleeping arrangements.

I put my suitcase on the bed and started to unpack. I was surprised that the closet had no clothes in it and the dresser drawers were empty. I put my few things away, took out a sheer nightgown, including my toiletries and went into the bath naked. I so looked forward to a long hot shower. The bathroom was large with both a large jacuzzi bathtub and a shower with multiple shower heads. I opted for the shower, played with the different combinations of heads and adjusted the water temperature to my liking. Stepping into the shower I let out a contented groan as the first cascade of the water from the overhead fixture hit my body. I felt the weariness of the day just wash away with the warmed water.

When I finished washing the grim and smell of travel off of my body, I performed my nightly ritual, shaving my legs and pits and then sensually touching my entire body. First caressing my small breasts, slowly running my fingertips around them; making smaller and smaller circles, until I found my areolas and tweaking my sensitive nipples. I closed my eyes relaxing in the warm water as I teased and excited myself. I felt myself shiver as my nipples engorged as I pulled them away from my chest.

Releasing my left breast, my hand slowly descended to my smooth mound and between my open pussy lips. I put two fingers inside myself, as another found my clit. As I slowly masturbated, I leaned back against the shower wall away from the water, lost in my own private world of pleasure. I could smell myself now, a heavy musky earthy aroma and feel myself getting wetter as a thick gooey discharge covered my fingers as evidence of my arousal. I pushed my fingers deeper into my vagina. Rubbing harder and faster on my clit as it swelled and throbbed beneath my finger. Shaking with my release, I abandoned my breast, jammed my hand into my mouth trying to muffle my screams of ecstasy. I came and came again.

Sitting on the shower floor I slowly recovered from my orgasms. Once back to myself, I got out of the shower, found a thick fresh towel and patted myself dry. I took the bottle of scented body lotion from my travel bag and gently applied it to my body. Smelling the light vanilla fragrance mixing with my own special aroma, I slowly caressed my breasts, belIy and thighs with the cool liquid. I couldn't resist, sat on the tiled floor and brought myself to the edge two more times. I ended up in a fetal position with soaked fingers deep inside me. One hand trapped tightly between my thighs and the other once again pushed into my mouth, muffling moans of pleasure as I laid there in spasms. Feeling less stressed from my day, I finally I got to my feet, found a wash cloth and removed the last sticky traces of my orgasms from my swollen tender labia. I slipped on my nightgown and turned to open the door to my bedroom.

My mind still on my self-pleasure and in a sex haze, I opened the wrong door. There was Kelly naked on her king-sized bed. Her legs spread wide and her fingers moving rapidly in and out of her unshaved pussy. Her eyes were closed tight and she was slowly moaning words as she masturbated. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but whatever they were they were driving her to climax. I couldn't help but I stare, frozen in place as my eyes swept over her body.

The years had certainly been good to her. Her bust was at least a full cup size larger than mine. She had the trim figure of a woman that was fit and healthy and took care of her body. I couldn't help but see the gold charm that was pierced through her belly, moving with every contraction of her abdomen. I stood there in silence and felt myself moisten between my thighs as I watched Kelly's self-love.

I was embarrassed walking in on her masturbating, even more embarrassed by watching and getting excited. I tried to be as quiet as possible and back away. Just as my hand touched the door knob, I must have made a sound. Kelly's eyes shot open and we were staring directly at each other. I felt my face turn a bright red and I instinctively tried to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands, but she just looked at me and made no move to cover her sweat covered body.

"Do you need something Margaret?" she asked in what I perceived was a kind of post climax breathy husky voice.

Unconcerned with her nudity. I could see she was studying my chest and belly through my nearly transparent gown. Call it my gay intuition, But I knew at that moment that my sister was very comfortable being naked and masturbating around other women and was far from innocent to the world of girl-to-girl sex.

"Sorry if I embarrassed you, but I heard you masturbating in the bathroom, got excited and just wanted some release too," she emphasized the word excited.

She continued admiring my body from head to toe. Slipping on her own sheer nightgown, she threw her arms around me, our breasts just a two thin pieces of cloth apart and gave me a big hug. She asked,

"Are you really so very tired from your trip?" "We can have our own sleepover."

We moved to her bed; she pulled back the spread to uncover satin sheets. As we got under the covers, I caught a strong sexy musk emanating from her body. I just hoped she didn't smell mine.

Cuddling close she said, "We have years of things to catch up with and so much more to share.

Chapter 5 soon: Maggie and Shawna Reconnect