After Debbie, her neighbour, had seduced her, Louise found it difficult to manage her desires and emotions. There was the temptation of a young man, and the encouragement of Debbie to keep going in her adventures.
I encourage you to read Part 1 first.
Again I have the difficulty as to where this episode fits in any particular genre.
Positive comments welcome, but I'd appreciate if they weren't anonymous.
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Debbie had turned my libido upside down!
I awoke late on Sunday morning around nine thirty, and lay in bed waiting to hear any movement from Jake. There was none and the thoughts of the previous evening were swirling in my head. So much so that I found my fingers straying towards my pussy and unsurprisingly it was extremely moist. I had to be quiet. This was nothing new with a teenage son along the corridor, so I defaulted to my usual biting of the duvet and curling up tight with my hand trapped between my thighs, and just enough space allowing my fingers to work on my clit.
When I had my orgasm it was more powerful than it usually was. No surprise, given the images that were flashing through my head. I managed to keep any sounds to a quietish groan and after a few minutes of peace I went straight into the shower.
The cascading water was sublime, I turned up the temperature to almost unbearable and set about shampooing and soaping myself. I stood there for probably longer than normal and as always took the shower head down to spray my lower bits.
The shower head was my second favourite way of masturbating, but until I took it between my thighs I had no plan to use it that way, after all I'd just cum in my bed. However, the trigger was pulled and I found myself leaning back against the tiles and slowly sinking down the floor with my legs splayed apart.
It was like I was on fire, I just wanted to cum again. The shower head was on full pressure and as I played it back and forth, angling it one way and then another, I found myself panting. The noise of the water always hid any sounds I made and it was another way I hid my pleasures from Jake.
I came again, shuddering on the tiled floor, gritting my teeth and then exhaling deeply.
"Oh fuck," I murmured to myself, "what the hell is going on?"
Pulling myself up, and exiting the shower, I sat on my bed clad just in a towel.
"Good night?"
Jake was calling out from the landing.
"You must have got in late?" he added.
"I went next door and we chatted," I yelled back, "I'll be down in a few minutes, I'll cook something."
I dried myself, tying a turban around my head and putting on a bathrobe over not very much at all.
There was some bacon in the fridge so I cooked it along with some eggs and tomatoes.
"You looked really nice last night, you should go out more often," Jake had a genuine expression on his face as opposed to his usual cynicism at breakfast.
"Thank you," I replied, "maybe I will after you've gone to uni."
We were almost finished and I was about to make coffee when the doorbell rang.
"That'll be Ben and Will, they said they'd come round to discuss the end of term."
Ben and Will were Jake's best friends and I'd watched them both grow up. Ben was the son of one of my clients, and I knew the family quite well, although after Jon and I broke up we'd somehow lost the social side of our friendship.
"Do you guys want coffee?" I asked as they came in and their enormous frames filled the kitchen.
I knew they'd answer 'no.' Neither of them were coffee drinkers, however Ben grabbed hold of some of the breakfast dishes as I began filling the dishwasher.
"There's no need Ben, you go and get on with your plans."
"It's okay Mrs Daniels, just making myself useful."
Jake and Will scoffed loudly at this and left to go up to Jake's room.
"When you've done the housework, we'll see you upstairs," Jake said laughing, joined in by Will.
Ben ignored them and continued to pass me the dirty dishes. It was then I realised what was going on and what he was staring at. As I bent over the dishwasher to load the plates, my bathrobe was gaping open and he could clearly see my breasts.
I stood up immediately and did that classic gesture of pulling both sides of my bathrobe together.
"I think you'd better go upstairs with the others Ben."
Both of us were blushing bright red, me because of exposing myself, and Ben for being caught looking.
Naively he blurted out, "Sorry," which made it worse, and I compounded it by replying, "It's okay, just don't be so obvious."
Even as I said it, it sounded strange and a little ambiguous, but as I stood there I had that little thrill of exhibitionism run through me which felt so very wrong.
Ben turned to go, looking thoroughly guilty himself, and I got back to putting the rest of the dishes in the machine. Confusion, guilt, surprise, and a realisation that my libido was certainly playing tricks this weekend, the whole thing was crowding my head.
As soon as I'd tidied up I went upstairs to finish getting dressed. I slipped into some jeans and a loose top and sat on the stool in front of my dressing table, drying my hair with the hair dryer. I could hear music and laughter coming from Jake's room along the corridor, and that noise combined with my hairdryer masked Ben's visit to the bathroom right next to my room.
It was a movement in the corner of my eye which alerted me to the reflection in the mirror as he passed my half open bedroom door. It was his returning back to Jake's room that I saw him stop for a moment to look at me sitting with my back to him.
I switched off my dryer and saw him disappear. It made me smile that I'd somehow piqued his interest in me, a woman old enough to be his mother.
I thought no more if it until later when he and Will left to go home. He avoided any eye contact as they said goodbye. I shouldn't have teased him, but couldn't resist exaggerating my thank you to him for helping with the dishes. He went red again, without either Jake or Will noticing.
All that was forgotten and Monday arrived with a text from Debbie to go and have coffee. I held my breath before replying 'yes' and duly went next door around ten thirty.
I really didn't know how Debbie and I would be. She opened the door with the broadest smile and a glint in her eye. That totally relaxed me and the hug she gave me was reassuring.
"Okay, we're not drunk now, so you're safe!" she chuckled.
She did kiss me full on the lips, but it was just a kiss and we were soon chatting as normal in the kitchen. Inevitably we had to discuss Saturday night and Debbie talked about it in a simple way, saying that it had probably awakened me to a whole new aspect of my sexuality.
I agreed but the sex thing brought up another surprise.
"We're going to the club again on Saturday," she said.
I knew exactly what she meant and what club it was.
"You're not... you're not going to swap with someone?"
Debbie laughed, "No, but we're thinking of going to have sex with each other if the mood is right."
