I tucked June into the stroller. Slung the portable playpen over my shoulder. The boxes were getting to me, I needed to be outside. The development has a nice green space full of recently planted trees and comfortable benches a few houses down. I tucked my latest romance novel, well, to be honest, it's borderline porn but very well written. Lately, I've been reading it and when it gets good, I'll strip down and masturbate while I read. I'll have to behave at the park, but I'll fold down the page if it gets good. For later. Nap time is mommy cum time.
As I pushed June down the new sidewalk, I laughed to myself.
Good thing I'm not a guy sitting on a park bench reading this thing in the middle of the day with a big boner.
It's nice to be a woman, all our excitement stays in our pants, or in my case shorts, my favorite peach athletic shorts, though with the loose legs I don't know what sport I'm going to play that doesn't give everyone a peek. Then all they get is a look at my boring Hanes cotton undies. I had a tank top on, and a bra. My breasts aren't huge but more than big enough that going braless would be obvious and I am a married mom.
There was another mom sitting on the bench. About my age, but skinny. I guess I should say thin or lean, skinny seems mean. I'm jealous of them, those trim lean women. I worked hard to get the baby weight off after June. I have a nice curvy figure, but I watch it like a hawk. Girls like her eat everything, never gain an ounce. Her stroller sat next to the bench, a baby, a girl, in a portable playpen in front of her. She looked up as I approached, put her book down. The same almost porn that I had tucked in the stroller.
"Hi. Come on over, there's lots of room." She extended a hand, "I'm Molly, and this is Phobe."
I took her soft, thin hand. Firm grip, light blue eyes, brown, almost auburn hair in a pixie cut. "I'm Lisa, and this is June. We just moved in yesterday. It's like I'm living in a warehouse. Nothing but boxes."
Molly laughed. "Yeah, that was us a few months ago. I still have a few so I come out here to escape my duties as the designated unpacker."
I took the playpen off my shoulder and opened the bag. Molly pointed to the bag. "Hey, don't bother with that. June can sit with Phoebe if you don't mind."
I dumped the bag on the grass. "Not at all. My mother warned me that when you have a baby, the baby stuff will rule your life."
I took June out of the stroller and placed her in the playpen with Phoebe. Molly had plenty of toys and soon both babies were playing and making happy, Mommy gets a break to talk to another adult noises. I left my smutty novel in the stroller to my left and I noticed Molly tucked hers in Phoebe's stroller.
As Molly talked, so much more outgoing than I am, I looked her over. She was tall, taller than me, but not much. Thin but athletic, not scrawny. As she moved there was muscle definition in her arms. She wore shorts and a tank top, light blue, new. Molly had no bra and as she moved her arms talking the action of the fabric raised her nipples, which were unusually long and fat on her nearly non-existent breasts. I've always looked at other women only to compare them to myself. I keep my blonde hair just above my shoulders and Jim tells me my hazel eyes are seductive. I've got a curvy frame and nice boobs.
While I sized up my new friend, she had been talking, telling me about her life. She was almost uncomfortably open, nothing inappropriate, just no filter, kinda. It inspired me. Molly was finishing up her tale.
"So that's how I ended up pregnant in my senior year of college by the only man I'd ever been with. My church-going parents had an absolute fit, but I loved Rob more than life itself and his parents loved me. He's working in the family company, and his folks helped us get this house. Phew. Rob tells me I talk too much and have no filter, so feel free to take June and run away."
I laughed. "No, no running, but you are a bit exhausting to listen to. I love it. I've been unpacking for two days with nothing but a baby for company. Jim's on an extended business trip, the price of his promotion. I'm starved for company, and you are just what I needed."
I've had friends, we all have. But have you ever met someone and just felt a bond? Something about Molly just made me want to talk, tell my story, boring as it is except for one event. I told her I lost my virginity to the father of my best friend, the most scandalous thing I have ever done, but oh, so worth it as he was a gentle and experienced lover. It was only once, we moved soon after, just as well, you know. Molly was slack jawed. "Oh my God, really? Oh, that had to be, oh, oh my. It's like one of those books. Really?"
I laughed and touched her arm. "I won't lie, it was like one of those books. You read them too?" She covered my hand with hers, so soft, yet strong. "Shhhh, don't tell. Rob does not approve, but it's my only vice."
Molly kept her hand on mine and our eyes met. "Tell me, would you? About it, him?"
I've never told anyone the story of how I lost my V card. This is the first time I've ever mentioned it. There's something about Molly. Wasn't that a movie? No, it was Mary. No matter. This is my deepest secret. I couldn't wait to tell my new friend.
I turned on the bench as far as I could to face Molly while I told my story.
"I was eighteen, just graduated from high school. It was summer. My parents are loving, but not very tactile. Nikki's family was so very different. They hugged all the time. I grew up in that house. It was so comfortable. Nikki's mom was not a small woman, but she was smart and fun and said whatever was on her mind. Nikki's dad was very tall and rugged, a veteran. He owned an excavating company and frequently came home filthy. They had a pool and an outside shower that he used to get the dirt off before he showered. As I kid, I didn't pay much attention. The shower was under Nikki's window. There was a translucent cover over the stall. That day the wind had blown it off. That was the beginning. I had gone up to Nikki's room to get something and looked out the window. I could see everything. I'd admired Jack, Nikki's dad, as a great dad and a super fun guy, but now I looked down at this strong tall man with black hair and blue eyes, naked, warm water cascading over his muscular body."
Molly sat and stared at me, captivated by my story. She spoke, barely a whisper. "Like one of those books."
I continued. "Yes, exactly. I had just read my first erotic romance. A friend gave it to me and made a not-subtle suggestion as to what it would make me want to do. She was right."
Molly laughed. "Hey, we all do it, right?" I know I blushed. I felt the heat in my face. I got back to my tale of deflowering.
"I was frozen in place watching Jack bathe. When he filled his hands with his..." I paused, not wanting to be too coarse, not knowing how sensitive Molly might be.
"Cock." She whispered, then giggled.
The way was clear for me now and I didn't hold back. "Both hands holding his cock and balls, all covered in soap foam. I'd never seen a real cock, it looked huge. It seemed like he washed his cock and balls forever, but I know it was just a few seconds. It was having an effect on me."
Molly giggled again, nervous. "I bet. I can see the image in my mind too."
Now I noticed that retelling this story was having the same effect again. My vagina tingled and I knew I was wet. I kept going.
"Nikki called me, and I left that window, very reluctantly. I made it a point to visit as often as possible when Jack came home from work. I got a few more shows. Either he didn't notice the roof was gone or didn't care. All I know is that missing roof gave me a lot of pleasure."
I looked into Molly's eyes. She gave me a conspiratorial smile.
"I made a decision. The sort of decision that a young lady should not make but the kind a girl on the cusp of womanhood would make. Impetuous, dangerous. I was going to flirt with Jack.
"With my conservative family, I didn't have any flirting type clothes, so I improvised, rolling waistbands down, pulling short up tight against my..." Once again, stuck on the word. Molly whispered again, blushing. "Pussy."
"Pussy." I replied. "I made sure I had that seam right there. Of course, I didn't shave or trim so there was a loss of effect, but it was enough. Jack started looking at me like a woman and not a girl. My breasts were like they are now, a solid B. I had tank swimsuits and I stopped trimming so when I was in the pool Jack would see stray pubic hair. He was so very careful, but he started looking and never stopped. One day I was really teasing, laying on a lounge, wrestling with Nikki. Jack's eyes on me. He took a deep breath, got up, and went inside. I saw it. For the first time, I saw a bulge in his swimsuit. I gave Jack a boner."
Molly stared at me, her breathing deep, her nipples like big bullets. I know I was excited, and I thought I caught the scent of her excitement. I enjoyed this. Telling my story. Having an appreciative audience.
"I was so proud of myself. I'd achieved my objective. I watched him shower the next day, but he didn't masturbate. I did. Quickly."
Molly's whole face and chest flushed. She blinked her eyes. I'm sure nobody has ever talked like this around her. I know nobody has around me, but I felt comfortable. I kept going.
