Jessica was still trying to process the weird call she got from her old friend Betty. Never the best of friends, neither one of them very outgoing, but they had known each other for years, before either had had children.
The favor she asked was not difficult, just odd, and her explanation even more cryptic.
"Hi Jessica, Betty... this is going to sound strange, but I need your help and I need it without a bunch of questions."
It had sounded like a "battered wife" call... which piqued her interest enough to drop the boring romance novel she had been reading and go to the mall to get what Betty had asked. But things did not add up as nice and neat as she would have liked either. Sweat shirts and sweat pants? Who has an emergency over gym clothes? What sealed her decision though was the request for a nursing bra. What in god's name...?
Well, what ever it was, she would find out soon enough... at least there were no police when she pulled up to the house.
Her phone rang before she shut the motor off. Weirder by the moment... why would Betty be calling instead of coming out to the car?
"Betty?"
"Jessica... just bring everything in through the kitchen door... "
"I don't..."
"Please... trust me... I can't come to the door to meet you... just come in and put them down..."
"I am liking this less minute by minute..."
Ronnie took the phone from his mom...
"Hello Mrs. Anderson... This is Ronnie Fitzgerald, Betty's son. I really appreciate your helping mom out like you have... if you could just do this one last thing..."
Jessica's worry evaporated like mist in the mid morning sun... she gathered the bags together and twisted after opening the car door. It was the twist that caught her attention... she felt fine, at ease even, but noticed that her breasts tingled when she moved, her nipples were hard like a cold day in a tee shirt. And her pussy was suddenly wet. Goodness that feels odd she thought to herself... nice but odd... on the way to the back door she decided that she would need to change her panties when she got home. When she opened the back door all of those thoughts disappeared.
Ronnie handed the cell phone back to his mom; she turned it off and put it down when she saw the Jessica had hung up.
"What just happened Ronnie?"
He shrugged slightly... "Just tried something that I have been thinking about..."
He waited for her to pick up on what he had done, but her blank look told him she would not yet...
"Communication is more than what we say... it is much more about how we say it... I listened to her then modulated my tone, pitch and words to create reactions in her that I wanted. We clumsily do it all the time, some better than others..."
"But I heard it too, and I did not feel anything."
"No... I was specific to her... It would have been outside of probability that it would have affected you in the same way. Now go meet her in the kitchen."
Betty was wearing an old terry cloth robe. She had to keep crossing it over her as she had not found the belt.
Jessica opened the door and was immediately engulfed in a sensual experience... the aroma was intoxicating, sweet, but not syrupy, flowery, earthy... she felt light headed, but not unsteady or dizzy... euphoric... that was a good word to describe it... but not enough because there was need too... physical, primal... at her core. Everything she looked at referenced sex. When she looked at the kitchen table she did not see placemats and silverware, she saw a woman, herself, legs spread wide, being savagely fucked by a naked giant of a man, at the counters she was bent over being manhandled and giving herself to it. Jessica let the bags slip from her hands, her thighs tightened into each other trying to stop the flow of liquid pouring from her pussy. Her breasts ached begging to be rubbed, her nipples so hard they hurt.
And then a young woman, vaguely familiar, walked in from another room... gorgeous... hair messed, a ratty old robe... they just added to the allure. Jessica had never had more than a normal passing thought about being gay... but at that moment all she wanted was to hold and be touched by this woman whom ever she was.
Jessica stumbled forward, arms forward, hands searching and the woman welcomed her, embracing her, cooing that it was going to be fine, that everything would be alright...
Jessica felt her face against the warm skin of this beauty and wanted more; she put her hands under the robe and parted it, pulling herself closer. Her hands touched damp skin and felt a warmth radiate up her arms... her nostrils flared trying to get as much of the drug up her nose to her brain as she could, then she rubbed her face against a wet breast, her face lit up like a sunburst, so bright in her mind that she squinted her eyes shut... but felt forward with lips and tongue, knowing as a baby knows, to find the nipple and suckle.
Betty came in totally unprepared for her friend. Had she herself been this deranged when she first sought out Ronnie in his bed? Jessica stumbled forward, Betty held forth to catch her, pulling her in, holding her up.
But Jessica's need was infectious... Betty helped her get inside of her robe and then directed, using a guiding hand on the back of her head, Jessica's mouth to a nipple now leaking freely.
The liquid squirting in her mouth triggered her first orgasm, strongest one of her life, knees weak, she sagged not letting go of her lifeline, the nipple.
Betty, her own orgasm triggered with the suction applied to her nipple, was pulled to the floor by Jessica unable to stand, but unwilling to let go.
