Chapter 2

“Steph. Hey, why are you on the couch?” I heard my husband whisper, his hand on my shoulder.

“Huh? Oh…i couldn’t get to sleep. What time is it?”

“Early. 5 am. I’m getting ready to head to work. Do you need anything? Coffee?”

“No, but thank you. I’m just going to sleep.”

“Ok. Might want to go up to bed. Claire will be awake soon.”

I rolled over and tugged the blanket around my body like a cloak. I stood, gave my husband a kiss, we exchanged “I love you’s” and I trudged up the stairs to our bed.

As soon as I entered the bedroom I noticed my phone on my nightstand. It was locked and didn’t look like it had been disturbed, but I couldn’t really remember where I had placed it last night. I was more concerned about whether or not I had logged out of my secret reddit account. There was really no reason for Paul to snoop, and I didn’t think he would anyway, but I still felt panicked.

I swiped open my phone and immediately went to my Reddit app. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw I was logged out. I had to make sure I was more careful. Now that i was over my little scare, curiosity took over. I logged in to my secret account, hoping, but not expecting to see a new message. When I saw that there wasn’t a message waiting for me, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. I had to remind myself to quit being ridiculous. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since we had seen each other. Surely she’d respond at some point soon.

It was now 5:30 in the morning, which gave me plenty of time to get more sleep. I crawled into bed, pulling the sheets up around me, and falling back to sleep.

I opened my eyes again around 8 am. The few extra hours of sleep felt great but I needed to get up and catch up on some work. I stretched, tossing the covers aside in the process, letting the cool air hit my naked body. I traced my fingertips up my body, covering my breasts with my hands and squeezing them. My nipples were poking into my palms, partly from the cool air, but also from still feeling a little aroused. I moved one hand down between my legs, running my fingers through my patch of hair, which I could feel had some of my dried juices in it. I let my fingers wander farther, sliding between my lips and finding that I was becoming slightly wet.

I couldn’t get thoughts of Monica and I out of my head. I hadn’t felt like this in years; the feeling of crushing on someone so bad that it consumes you totally. As I leisurely played with myself, my scent wafted up towards my nose. In the past, I’d never given much thought to how I smelled when I was turned on. Once the dreams began and my hormones went into overdrive though, I had become more aware of it. I’d grown to love it, along with the taste of my own nectar. Now that I’d experienced another woman, her taste and her scent were all I could think about.

I knew I needed to get started on work this morning, and I still had to shower and get breakfast, but I was so fucking horny right now and touching myself felt really fucking good. Oh, but I could kill two birds with one stone! I jumped out of bed and practically sprinted to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, making sure to get the water to just the right temperature. I stepped in and let the warm water rain down on me. I then reached up and grabbed my trusty detachable shower head and brought it between my legs. With one leg up on the ledge, I let the water spray against my clit and in no time my legs began to tremble and I cried out as I came.

Sitting in front of my computer, I stared at my work as I ate breakfast and sipped my coffee. Taking the day off hadn’t put me that far behind, but I couldn’t make a habit out of it either. I got to work and the next time I glanced at the clock, it was almost 2 pm. I had made quite a significant amount of progress which made me feel accomplished. I leaned back in my chair and stretched, deciding that I needed a bathroom break and a drink.

As I sat down to pee, I realized that I hadn’t checked for a message back from Monica. I opened the Reddit app and saw that I had no new messages. I refreshed the app just in case, but there was nothing. I was disappointed in myself for feeling like a lovesick teenager, but not hearing anything from her took the wind out of my sails a little bit. I wasn’t going to bother her though. I’d just have to try to be patient.

After a drink and a little snack, I got back to work. The afternoon passed by quickly and I had reached a good stopping point for the day. I had a little while before anyone would be home, so I went over and stretched out on the couch. I opened my phone and started scrolling through a few of my social media apps. I wasn’t a heavy user of social media and mainly used it to follow things that interested me. I kept up with a few friends and some family that I didn’t get to see regularly, but most of my feed was art, home decor, diy, music and cats with a sprinkling of other stuff.

There were a couple posts that I “liked” and I left a couple comments on a few others. I then came across a few posts from the neighborhood group. There was a post where someone was complaining about loud noise from their neighbors, another post where a lady was bitching about traffic from the elementary school, and another one about some rumor a woman had heard about another lady. It was all just a bunch of drama and gossip. My god, these women would lose their minds if they knew how scandalous the mom at 1260 E Juniper Street was! I could hear them gossiping now- “Can you believe she’s sleeping with her daughter’s friend! And she’s doing it behind her poor husband’s back! She’s corrupting that poor young girl!”

The idea brought a smile to my face. If only that were true. It was actually the young woman who had corrupted the older woman… and I loved every second of it!

I sighed at the thought. I quickly switched over to Reddit to see if I had any new messages, but as I thought, there weren’t any.

I logged out of that account and was going to put my phone away when I thought of something else. While I was of course friends with my daughter on social media, I wasn’t friends with any of her friends. I had never felt the need to as Rachel usually kept me up to date on what was going on with her group. So, I clicked on the search icon and typed Monica’s name. I wasn’t sure if she’d even have a page, but as soon as I saw the list of results I knew I had found her.

I opened her page and scrolled through a few posts. There were pictures of her and her friends from school, posts from musicians and links to other pages and what not. I had know her for so many years that I had a pretty solid idea of who she was as a person, and so far her page reflected that. I scrolled back up and clicked on photos, which was what I was really interested in, if I was to be honest.

Every photo of her was just amazing and there wasn’t a single one in which she looked anything other than beautiful. She was always smiling and radiating happiness, as was everyone else that was in a photo with her. I had to agree that I felt that way being with her as well.

The pictures that really did it for me though, were the photos she took at the gym. Seeing her in those skin tight shorts or leggings and sports bra or tank top made my pulse race. Her body was incredible, and I smiled thinking about how I had seen parts of her that most people would never have the privilege of seeing.

I could feel myself becoming aroused as I scrolled through her photos. Since I was home alone, I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. I had just thrown on a baggy t shirt and sweats after my shower because comfort was of the utmost importance. My nipples were poking through my shirt, and I could feel myself getting wet. I slipped a hand under the waistband of my sweat pants and drug a finger up my damp slit. A shiver ran through me as I brushed over my clit, causing a little moan to escape. I was quickly making a mess between my legs as I worked my middle finger through my lips. I didn’t need the pictures anymore as images of Monica’s naked body filled my head. I could recall vividly, the excitement of laying between her thighs, my tongue sliding across her swollen lips, tasting another woman’s pussy for the first time. My finger was now thrusting in and out of my opening and my body was begging for release. I was so close, driving my fingers into my leaking slit harder and harder, climbing nearer and nearer…

Then I heard the door from the garage to the house open. I pulled my hand from out of my pants and in the process of trying to lock my phone, it went tumbling onto the floor. I hurried to retrieve it, quickly locking it just as Paul walked into the room?

“Wha..? Oh, no, no… I just…butter fingers.”

I laughed, playing off that I had just about been busted masturbating. I knew it was ridiculous that I felt I had to hide that I was pleasuring myself, but it was so unlike me to do it out in the open. In our marriage, things like that were kept in the bedroom.

Here I sat on the couch, my fingers slick with my juices, a mess in my pants, and me acting like I was guilty of something…at least that was how I felt I was acting.

“I was just getting up to greet you. How was your day?”

“It was fine. Yours?”

“I got quite a bit done. I hit my groove and just blasted through it.”

“Great! You look a little flushed, you feeling ok?”

“Yeah, yeah…it’s probably from, uhm…I took a quick nap and woke up when I heard the door open.”

“Aww, sorry I woke you.”

Paul sat down beside me on the couch and put his arm around me.

“You’re warm too. Must have been sleeping good.”

“Yeah, I guess I was.”

I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss before excusing myself to go to the bathroom. I washed my hands to remove my scent from them and cleaned up the mess between my legs.

The rest of the night was quiet.

The next morning I was finally able to finish what I had started yesterday afternoon, plus one more for good measure. Surely that would keep me satisfied for the rest of the day and I’d be able to get some more work completed.

It was around noon and I was concentrating on work when I thought I heard a light knock at the back door. I sat up and listened more closely, thinking it might have been our cat, Beatrice, getting into something. I had just turned to see her curled up in a chair when I heard the knock again. I jumped up and hurried to the back door. My heart started racing when I saw a figure through the frosted glass.

I unlocked the door and swung it open to find Monica standing on the other side.

I moved out of the way to let her enter and shut the door behind her.

“This is a surprise.”

“Sorry. I’ve been busy. I’ve had a bunch of school stuff going on. I had a couple tests, not to mention catching up after missing a day… you know…”

I couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah, no, I get it. I’ve had work going on too. I understand.”

“I’m sorry. I should have let you know before i just stopped by. If you’re busy I can just…

“No! I mean… no, it’s fine. I’m happy you’re here.”

The tension between us was heavy. As excited as I was to see her, I felt there was something else going on. I had a knot in my stomach and I felt nervous for some reason.

“Can you stay for a while?”

“Uhm, yeah…for a little while.”

Neither of us moved. Monica stood just inside the back door, and I was leaning against the counter to her left. Why did this conversation feel so forced?!

“Can I get you anything? A drink? Have you had lunch yet?”

“I’m fine, Steph, but thank you.”

I watched as Monica fidgeted where she stood. It was as if something was bothering her but for some reason she was reluctant to say anything. She looked so pretty though. Her hair was pulled back into a long braid, and a few loose strands of hair fell around her face. Like me, she was dressed for comfort, wearing sweatpants and a long sleeved top, as it was getting to be the time of year when the weather could be unpredictable. Warm one day and cool the next. Kind of like how we were both acting right now. Just a couple days ago things between us were like a raging fire. Today though, it seemed as if that fire had died. The thought saddened me. I wanted her so bad, yet the signals I was getting led me to believe she didn’t feel the same. Maybe I was being ridiculous. My god, all I wanted was to ravish her! I was lost in thought of the things I wanted to do to her when she spoke.