When my dear friend Marsha called and asked if we could talk, I picked up on the stress in her voice. "Is everything okay, Marsha?"
"Oh Kathleen, are you busy right now? I really need to talk." Before I could finish my answer she blurted, "I will be right over."
It was midmorning as I was finishing off my second cup of coffee when I heard her knock at the front door. No sooner did I open the door than she broke down in tears and clung to me. I held her as I waited for her to at least step inside the doorway. My mind was racing as I flipped through various scenarios in my mind that might explain her emotional outburst.
Finally she leaned across the threshold and I shut the front door. "What happened, Marsha?"
"Oh Kathleen, I have done something terrible, just terrible!" She took a deep breath, fighting back the tears as we stood in the entry way. She tried to continue, but choked up.
"Come sit down, Marsha." I was trying to keep an outward appearance of calm even though I was terrified about what terrible thing Marsha had done. Even though she was an emotional person, I had never seen her this upset.
We sat down on the couch. She leaned her head on my shoulder, grasping a tissue in her hand as she muttered, "I am so ashamed, Kathleen."
"What happened, Marsha?" I was a bit more forceful now, unwilling to let her keep me in the dark any longer. "You know you can tell me anything. I am safe."
"Yes, I know. You are the only I could come to with this." Marsha sat up, showing signs of composure as she took a deep breath. "Kathleen, you are not going to like this."
"It's okay, Marsha. I am here for you."
"Yesterday, after Jenny left for school, I went to her bedroom to scoop up any laundry she left on the floor." (Jenny is her teenage daughter in high school.) "That's when I found this on her bed..."
Marsha leaned over and fumbled through her purse, pulling out a small, pink diary. "It is Jenny's. It was just setting there on her bed. At first I did not even think much about it. But in those few seconds I was gathering up her clothes from the floor, my curiosity got the best of me."
"Oh Marsha" I moaned. I now had a big hint where this was headed. Jenny had grown up calling me "Aunt Kathleen" even though her mom and I were just friends. Jenny had come to trust me and confided in me as she got older, especially after Marsha and her husband divorced during Jen's freshman year. What instantly haunted me was that a few weeks earlier, Jen had told me about her new "boyfriend". Her mom had no idea. But Jenny felt she was in love. Unfortunately, this guy she loved was a married man.
Marsha continued on. "Yes. I opened it and began to read it. I cannot tell you how shocked I was as I read it." I nodded to affirm her. "Kathleen, the things she has written in this are not only x-rated, but scandalous!" She shook the diary at me as if she were scolding me. I was so conflicted. My mind was racing as I tried to calculate what my place was in this, having prior knowledge to what I was sure Marsha had discovered as she read Jen's diary.
"Listen to this, Kathleen. I cannot believe my Jenny could actually write something like this." With that, she opened the diary and proceeded to read it to me.
--July 4-- Mom left last night for the holiday weekend and Brian's wife and kids left this morning to visit her family. I am going to get to spend the night at his place. We have plans to fuck in his masterbath spa-tub surrounded by aroma candles. I can hardly wait!"
Marsha paused and looked up at me. I was flustered. Should I play dumb and ask 'who is Brian?' or keep quiet and leave my options open? Before I could make a decision she said to me, "Kathleen, it gets worse."
--July 6-- Last night Brian taught me another erotic lesson. He stood me in front of a mirror and undressed me. His hands felt so warm and strong. Then, as I stood naked facing the mirror with him looking over my shoulder from behind, I felt him squeeze warm honey down my neck and shoulders. He rubbed it in, my reflection in the mirror all shiny. He smeared his hands over my boobs and then over my tummy. I was shocked at how warm and sticky it felt when he squirted a big blob of honey over my pussy and then used his hands to rub it in. Then, we had what he called a "sweet fuck." I love him!
I sat stunned. I had never met Brian. I only knew about him from what Jen had selectively revealed to me. But she had only hinted at his 'romantic' side. As I tried to sort out my thoughts while staying strong for Marsha, I then was confronted by something I could never have seen coming.
"Kathleen. There is so much more. But I cannot read it to you. Because there is something even worse." She paused and looked away.
I thought to myself, what does she mean, worse? Is Jen pregnant? Did the wife catch them in the act? My patience was wearing thin. "What Marsha?"
She spoke softly, almost whispering, unable to even look at me as she muttered, "I know who Brian is." There was a long pause. Then she continued. "Remember the guy I told you about that Mark (her former husband) suspected that I was fucking around with?" I nodded. "I told you it was not true." I nodded again. "Well, I lied to you. It was true."
Then she stopped. Perhaps waiting for my judgment or just weary of what she had battled for so long. I just sat silent... stunned... utterly caught off guard. Finally, I gathered myself and asked, "Who was he, Marsha?"
Without looking up she said, "Oh Kathleen. It was BRIAN." My reaction was an involuntary, audible gasp. What I did not realize was that this was only the first of several shockwaves I was about to experience.
"It gets worse." I was numb-headed at what she had revealed, so the notion that things could be worse almost did not register. But then she spoke and boy did it register!
