For the past week or thereabouts, Kelly had been eyeing her longtime friend Chelsea with curiosity and perhaps a vague suspicion. The blonde's demeanor seemed to have changed, subtly but perceptibly, and Kelly couldn't help but wonder what could be the cause of this sudden shift.
It was particularly noticeable during the spinning class on Wednesday; she and Chelsea attended it along with their shared friend Courtney. While the two other women had no problems keeping pace with the instructor, Chelsea was unusually lagging behind. She was constantly shifting in her seat, as though unable to find a comfortable enough position, and would often pop a skewed grimace on her otherwise beautiful face.
This was quite surprising to her dark-haired friend Kelly, for the older blonde was no slouch when it came to any kind of physical activity. Indeed, Chelsea was likely the fittest among their small circle of suburban, relatively affluent woman, who had the time and money to take great care of their mature bodies. Even if the tall and visibly athletic Courtney might have her beat in some areas, there were other aspects of Chelsea's physique that were very obviously in her favor.
Such as the fact that she was, almost certainly, the hottest one among all their friends. Her large round breasts and a wide, perfectly sculpted ass were practically bursting out of her tight outfit. The rest of her flawless figure was equally stunning, with narrow waist which gave it a prominent hourglass shape and thick legs that were built of sleek yet solid muscle. To top it off, she also had a lovely face that hardly showed any signs of aging, even though the gorgeous woman was only a few years shy of forty.
"Alright!" the instructor shouted. "Up the pace for the next three minutes! Go!"
The two dozen women in the studio started pedaling faster, as they chased their youth and tried to outrun the excess of calories. Most of them were predictably failing at both, judging by their huffs and puffs, but they would nonetheless try and keep pace.
The fact that Chelsea, of all people, had joined the ranks of stragglers had been puzzling Kelly to no end. While her friend justified it the first time as being a little under the weather -- and the slender brunette was obviously aware that women simply have
those days
from time to time -- a similar thing was also happening today.
This time, the busty blonde rode the bike decently fast, but she looked to be even more uncomfortable than the week before. She would practically squirm in her seat, often lifting her magnificent butt and leaning forward on the bike handles. Scolded by the strict instructor -- a thick-thighed woman who must've been a professional cyclist in her heyday -- Chelsea would then only reluctantly fall back on the seat and let out an audible sigh.
Getting a bit worried, Kelly decided to approach her friend after class. Courtney had to run early, so it was only the two of them there, sipping fruit-flavored protein shakes in the lounge area of the gym.
"Okay, Chelsea, I need you to tell me what's wrong," she went for it right off the bat. "I've been watching you today and you seemed to be hurting. What's up, hon? Do you have some ladies' issues? Have you seen a doctor about it?"
Her friend let out a surprised gasp, as her angelically beautiful face took on a fervent shade of red. "It's nothing, Kelly," she said quietly. "Don't worry..."
The brunette nodded in patient understanding. "Come on, Chelsea," she softly encouraged. "I know these are often intimate issues, and they are always awkward to talk about. But it's me! You can tell me anything. How long have we known each other? I can't even remember anymore, but I'm pretty sure we met before my Justin was even born..."
Justin was Kelly's ten-year-old son. The two women had known each other for a long time indeed.
Yet Chelsea still hesitated, and she did so for quite a while longer. She tried to placate her friend with an apologetic smile, but Kelly responded by cocking her head and shaking it wordlessly. Eventually, the curvaceous blonde let out a heavy sigh that signified both relief and resignation.
"Alright, I'll tell you, but this
must
remain between us."
Her friend instinctively turned around and cast a glance across the seating space they were occupying. There were only a few armchairs there, each one with a small coffee table, and they were all empty. As it was early afternoon on a weekday, this wasn't particularly surprising.
"Like I said, girl," Kelly reaffirmed, "you can trust me with anything. And vice versa, by the way: if one of these days I get horny enough to throw myself at Colin for real, you'll be the first one to know how good he is in bed!"
Colin was their handsome yoga instructor, at whom Kelly had been making gooey eyes for several weeks now. Her older husband was doing a terrible job at keeping her sexually satisfied, so the energetic, thirty-something woman was getting increasingly frustrated. She hadn't cheated on him yet, but Chelsea knew that at this rate, it was only a matter of time.
"I doubt I'll be very interested in that," she rebuffed her friend's allusion, "but yes, okay, I do trust you, Kelly..."
There was a prolonged pause in their conversation, and eventually the curious brunette couldn't resist asking.
"...So?"
Chelsea's eyelids close as she took a deep breath. "It's Tyler."
Kelly looked at her funny. "Tyler? Your son? What does he have to do with it?... Wait, did she brought some nasty infection from school? I honestly don't know if there's any airborne disease that could affect anything, you know,
down there,
but this is why I always say it's never a bad idea to wear a mask and --"
"No, no, stop it! It's nothing like that," Chelsea interrupted the rant that featured one of Kelly's chief pet peeves. "I'm not sick, and neither is Tyler."
"Uh, sorry, force of habit," Kelly said with a flustered smile. "I'm sure you remember how it is, when it comes to small kids and illnesses... Anyway, since you say you're both healthy, then I'm only more curious now. What is it, Chelsea?"
The other woman sighed again. "Okay, so... Remember what you said two weeks ago, after our yoga class?"
"Two weeks? Let me think... Last time, we talked about that new Thai place, but before that..." Kelly racked her brain for a moment, taking a sip of her shake. "Oh! You mean the incel stuff?" Chelsea nodded. "Huh! But you said you checked with Tyler and it turned out you didn't have to worry. Did I remember wrong?"
There was another deep sigh. "Well, no, but that wasn't exactly the whole truth..."
Intrigued, Kelly leaned forward. "Okay then, girl, I'm all ears," she said, as she reached to place a hand on Chelsea's palm. "Tell me."
Pursing her lips at first, the blonde eventually began, "Well, I thought about what you said then, about Tyler and how he hasn't found a girlfriend yet. It made me worried that you might be right, that he could be, you know, susceptible to this kind of awful stuff... So, when I came home, I grilled him about his, uh, sex life, and found that he was indeed still a virgin."
Kelly nodded. "Can't say I'm very surprised, to be honest..."
"I know. But what's worse is that I realized there's no reason Tyler should have any trouble attracting girls," Chelsea explained, thinking to the memorable encounter with her towel-clad son in the hallway. "See, you haven't seen him recently, but he's been putting a lot of time in the gym and, well, let's just say that it clearly shows..."
"Oh? Really? Well, good for him then...?"
Chelsea shook her head. "I wish, but it's not that simple. What I realized was that my son is fit and handsome, and yet he is still
celibate,"
she said, putting an emphasis on that dreadful word. "It could only mean that the problem lies deeper -- that he's already in the clutches of this toxic, misogynistic mindset that you've warned me about..."
Kelly let out a gasp. "Oh no! Did you ask him about it? Did you find any evidence on his phone?"
"Well, no," Chelsea said, shaking her head and briefly pondering whether perhaps she should have. "I... I didn't think it would've helped... I think it could've also damaged the trust between us, which would only make things worse in the long run... Yeah, that makes sense, right?" Satisfied with her own, on-the-spot justification, she cracked a weak smile before continuing, "So! What I did instead was much simpler and much more obvious. I had sex with him."
The youthful, lightly touched-up face of her friend remained frozen for a long second. "Huh? Come again?"
"I had sex with Tyler," Chelsea repeated. "I made sure he was no longer, you know -- celibate."
As she grasped the full meaning of her friend's simple admission, Kelly's jaw just about dropped on the floor.
"You
what?!
No way!"
A fierce blush came over the blonde's high cheeks. "Uhm, yeah, I did that..."
"Holy shit!" Kelly shouted a whisper. "You fucked your own son!"
"Uh huh," Chelsea admitted. "I did."
For a moment the shocked brunette stared at her friend, mouth open and blinking furiously. She looked as if she was trying to adjust to a new way of looking at the world -- or at least at her gorgeous, but evidently a little crazy friend Chelsea.
"Holy shit," she repeated, now in an actual whisper. "That's wild!"
"Oh yes, it was," Chelsea said, allowing herself an amused chuckle. "You wouldn't believe!"
Eyes still wide in bewilderment, her slender friend continued to stare at the beautiful blonde. As she did so, Kelly wasn't quite sure what she was expecting to find on Chelsea's round face. Remorse, perhaps? Or regret? Some kind of acknowledgment that what she did was wrong?
In the end, though, she saw no such emotions. From the slight smirk on her friend's face she surmised Chelsea didn't really feel like she'd committed some kind of terrible misdeed.
"Uh, I'm still not sure I
do
believe it," Kelly said at length. "You and Tyler...?"
"Mhm," Chelsea hummed in the affirmative, still smirking. "Yup, Tyler and me... I did my mother's duty, protecting my son from the perils you warned me about. I don't regret it in the slightest, and I'm not gonna pretend I haven't enjoyed it either."
"Huh," Kelly let out. "So you did... I would imagine Tyler didn't need much convincing, did he?"
Chelsea burst into a mirthful laughter. "No, he did not! I'd say I'm actually having a bit of an opposite problem," she alluded, clearing her throat and laughing again when Kelly regarded her with a quizzical look. "Well, you were curious why I'm a little bit indisposed these days... So, I'm telling you that this is the answer. It's Tyler."
