Chapter 4
Seth lent Marla some shorts and a tee-shirt so she could walk home with Leisa. The outfit she came in was torn to shreds and of no use to her anymore. Before the women left, they made each boy promise not to tell what had happened to anyone. Marla worried that there was no way that secret was going to be kept - her only hope was that her name wouldn't be used. She gave each of the boys a tender kiss, including Seth, whose house they were at, even though she never had any intimate contact with him. Seth whispered to Marla that next time she come alone and they could work out again and take a sauna. Wink, wink.
That's when reality struck. In a moment they would be out of the basement gym and back in the neighborhood and then back home. As they walked up the steps from the basement Marla said to Leisa, "Is there a way I can change into another outfit at your house before I get home? I can't let Mike see me dressed like this."
"Sure thing. I have a couple more for you so you can pick whichever you like."
"Thanks. You're a life-saver." Marla caught herself for a moment after the words left her lips. Leisa was a life saver. She had introduced Marla to a world she would have never found on her own. A world where a mature women could still have wanton sex with young men, boys really, and be appreciated for her sexuality. Marla would not have had the courage to discover that on her own and she realized deep down she owed a debt to Leisa. Her fear was whether Leisa realized that vulnerability and would exploit it.
The ladies were chatting intimately about what had just happened, Marla relating what Leisa had missed and how excited it had made her. She told the younger woman how she had never done anything like that before, not even close. Marla was having a hard time describing her feeling.
"You know what that feeling is, sweetie?" Leisa asked. "It's power. It's the power of sex. You showed those boys what it is they dream about every night and think about every minute of the day. Imagine how much power you'll have once we whip you into shape!"
"How was the workout?" came a voice down the street.
Marla suddenly felt powerless. It was Mike, standing in the front yard, watching them walk down the street. He had a quizzical look on his face, trying to comprehend the outfit Marla sported, boy shorts and a tee-shirt from a high school she never attended. As they got closer he nodded at Leisa and looked at Marla.
"What's with the get-up, sweetie?"
Marla was at a loss for words. She felt the look of panic flood her face. The basement now seemed like another world and she was another woman in that place. Suddenly, it was husband, house, career - it was the life she had made on the line and she had no words. Yes, her husband watched her masturbate to the neighbor, Leisa's husband, but that's a far cry from a gangbang with 19 and 20-year-olds. Would her husband be OK with that? He did kind of encourage her, didn't he? she thought. Well, that's a stretch, Marla, she scolded herself.
And now they were in front of Mike and the moment of truth. Marla was about to speak when Leisa spoke first.
"Well, you know cheap workout gear, Mike. Marla and I were jogging and she split a seam in her one-piece. Luckily we were near one of my girlfriend's house so we popped in and asked for something to cover up. Not the most stylish but it got the job done." Leisa looked at Marla, who was looking down, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze.
Mike seemed satisfied. "Oh, well, good timing then I guess. I'm heading inside, see you in soon?"
"Yes, honey, I just need to get my other clothes and a couple more outfits from Leisa."
Mike nodded and walked into the house. Marla and Leisa went next door to Leisa's house.
"Whew!" Marla said. "You are a fast thinker. Thank you. I was at a loss for words."
"I kinda sensed that," Leisa said, opening the front door.
"Hey, you're back!" It was Leisa's husband, John. "Did she wear you out, Marla?"
"I don't think I wore her out," Leisa said, smirking, as the women walked into the living room. John was sitting on a Laz-Y-Boy recliner watching TV.
"Leisa!"
"Oh, relax, he doesn't mind."
"Mind what? Did you go by Seth's house again?" John asked playfully.
"Yes, honey, we stopped by to use the basement gym. He had some friends over and they really took to Marla. And she to them."
Marla was embarrassed. She wasn't the same woman outside the basement. Not yet anyway.
"Leisa, please. It's embarrassing." Marla's eyes fell to the ground. John noticed the hard nipples beneath the t-shirt and nodded to Leisa, who noticed also.
Leisa moved behind Marla and lifted the shirt off, exposing her tits to John for a moment until Marla covered her breasts quickly with her arms.
"Leisa! Enough!" Marla was getting worried.
