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As soon as I got
home I raced to the toilet and vomited violently. I then curled up in a ball on
the bathroom floor and began to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying, but I
sobbed like I had not done since a young child. My mind was swirling with
emotions I did not want to confront. My successful, comfortable life was being
turned upside down, and I hated myself for being weak and allowing it to
happen. I had to get control of my life again.
For the next two
days I continued to cry every time I thought of the incident with Mark and
Diane. The emotion I felt over the incident was disgust. I would not allow
myself to even contemplate any other sort of emotion.
Finally, after
several days, I began to get order back into my life. I successfully blocked Mark and Diane right out of my mind. It was as they
did not exist. I am good at this. Focus on what I need to, and totally ignore
everything else that is a diversion from me reaching my goals. I threw myself
with even more vigour into my property business, seeking out and purchasing a
further two properties to add to my portfolio. With housing
prices as strong as they are I could almost see my net worth increasing by the
day. Nothing makes me happier than making money.
However when
mid-month came and the rent on
You can imagine
my utter dismay when, two weeks later, month end rolled around, and the rent
from 17 Wisteria was not in my account. I could feel a knot in my stomach, and
I angrily screwed up the bank statement and threw it across the room. I
resolved to do nothing. I would not be provoked, and if I had to wait a few
days for my rent, so be it. I was sure once they saw I was not going to react
they would just pay the rent and leave me alone to live my life how I wished.
Three days went
by. Four days. Five days. Still no rent. By the
seventh day I was steaming. By the eighth day I was furious. How dare those
perverted little motherfuckers treat me like this? I could avoid a
confrontation no longer, and hatched a plan. I would not give them any advance
warning I was arriving, and would turn up at dinner time when I was damn sure
Diane would not be ‘a little tied up.’
That evening I
arrived at
I resolved that I
had come this far, and at the very least I had to get my rent. Gingerly I took
the few remaining steps to the front door and knocked. For several seconds
there was no response and I huddled under the tiny porch trying to get some
protection from the rain. I was shivering from the cold. Finally the door swung
open and both Diane and Mark were standing there. They gazed at me in
amazement. Mark began giggling, and Diane soon followed.
“Are you all
right?” Diane finally thought to enquire of my wellbeing.
“No, I bloody am
not.” I replied indignantly. “I want my rent…..now!”
“You need to come
inside and dry out.” Diane continued to show concern
“Just get me my
fucking rent now!” I yelled, not thinking rationally as to what I was going to
do once I had my rent.
Mark continued to
stare at me with his quizzical frown while Diane disappeared into the warmth of
the house, returning shortly after with a bundle of notes secured by a rubber
band. She reached out her hand and I snatched the money. The three of us then
just stared at each other. I realised that my pigheadedness had backed me into
a corner. The rain was pelting down even harder than when I had arrived, and a
sudden clap of thunder made me jump. I had been scared of thunderstorms ever
since I was a young child.
“Please come
inside and dry out.” It was Mark this time who made the
request.
“No!” I responded
surlily, like a petulant child.
“Very
well.” Mark responded
sharply, and stepped back to close the front door.
I panicked. I did
not want to be outside in the thunderstorm.
“Wait!” I
shouted.
Mark stopped
closing door, and I swear he almost smiled. He said nothing. Diane was looking
over his shoulder. I stared out into the rain and tried to weigh up my options.
Another clap of thunder echoed directly overhead.
“Can I please
come in for just a moment to dry out a little?” I rationalised that if I went
inside I could at least dry off a little and with a bit of luck the storm will
pass over quickly.
Mark stepped
aside and beckoned for me to enter with an exaggerated sweep of his arm. I
stepped past them both and entered the lounge, water dripping from me onto the
carpet. Diane retrieved a towel and I did my best to soak up some of the water
from my clothing. I wanted to ask if I could use the bathroom to dry myself and
clean up, but the bathroom was down the hallway beside the bedroom, and I was
determined to stay in the lounge.
I felt like an
idiot standing in the lounge, trying to towel myself down while my two young
tenants just stared at me silently. The carpet around my feet was stained by a
pool of dirty water. I glanced down at my top and realised, to my horror, that
the rain had made the material transparent and even though I was wearing a bra
my nipples were clearly visible. I quickly clutched the towel to my front,
causing both of my young tenants to quietly chuckle.
I hated being
placed in a position where I felt vulnerable. I needed to be in control of
circumstances, but at that moment I felt anything but in control.
Mark lent over to
Diane and whispered into her ear. For a moment Diane looked back at him with what
seemed to be mild shock, then slowly turned to stare
at me, a distinct grin on her face. She then disappeared down the hallway. My
blood ran cold and I began to shiver. I was suddenly aware of how uncomfortable
my breasts felt in the soaked bra, and pulled the towel away slightly from my
chest so that I could view them. I was so embarrassed to notice that my nipples
were rock hard. Harder than I had ever seen them in my life.
I quickly pulled the towel back to my chest. It must be the cold, I rationalised.
There was an
awkward silence as Mark and I stared at each other across the room. Then Diane
re-appeared from the hallway, and I swear I just about died. She was totally
naked. As she walked towards me I tried to mouth words of protest but my tongue
was thick and heavy, and I only ended up making a jumbled noise like a two-year
old child.
Brazenly she
stopped in front of me, hands at her side, making no attempt in any way to hide
her total nudity. Despite myself I could not help but take in her beautiful
nubile young body, with the perky erect breasts, flat tummy, well defined legs,
and to top it off her thinly populated thatch of blond pubic hair that did a
poor job of hiding her labia from view.
She just stood in
front of me, unmoving, her head tilted to one side. Her body seemed to be
sending out the message that I could stare at it as long as I wanted. I wanted
to avert my eyes, look in another direction, but I was fixated on the nude body
in front of me. I couldn’t even begin to rationalise why. I had never felt any
lesbian tendencies in my life, and had taken no pleasure at staring at the nude
bodies of fellow females. But Diane was different. How, I don’t know. She was
just different. Her appearance was just
so erotic, I cannot think of any other way to describe it. As I stared at her nakedness all rational
thoughts and actions seemed to drain from my body.
Diane stepped
closer to me, so close that I could reach out and touch her if I had the
courage. But it was Diane who reached out to me, her hands beginning to undo
the buttons on my top.
“No…stop...what
on earth are you doing?” My mind suddenly kicked into gear and I was mortified
by Diane’s actions.
“You need to get
that wet top off. Don’t be silly. You will freeze to death.” Diane’s voice was
so calm and reassuring, convincing me I was over-reacting.
“No, I will be
fine,” I continued to protest, but even as I did her hands continued to undo
the buttons, and almost before I realised she was pulling the soaked top off my
shoulders and down my arms until it was free of my body. She then turned and
threw it in the direction of the kitchen sink.
Instinctively I
lifted my arms up and crossed them in front of my bra so that my nipples were
not exposed. But even as I did this Diane had turned her attention back to me
and unfastened the two buttons on my skirt, then lowered the zip. I was
observing these events as if they were not happening to me. It felt like I was
outside of my body looking down on events, like a movie. It was surreal, like nothing I had
experienced before.
My skirt fell off
my hips and bundled around my feet. Diane knelt down to pick it up
“Move your feet,
silly”, Diane looked up at me with a condescending smile.
For a long moment
I just stood there. I had this feeling of being a young girl being undressed by
her mother, which was so preposterous given I was in fact the one old enough to
be the mother of Diane, not vice versa.
“Come on, its not hard, just lift one foot at a time.” Diane was
tapping my leg. I felt stupid.
I lifted my feet
and allowed Diane to remove my skirt, which was also thrown in the general
direction of the kitchen sink. I was now clothed in only my bra and panties.
Even though I still had my underwear on, I don’t think I had ever felt so
exposed in my life. I slid one hand down to modestly cover my pubic region,
while the other arm covered my breasts. I was flushed, but also shivering.
Diane moved
behind me and I felt her undoing the clasp of my bra.
“No! No!” I
protested, this time with much more conviction. “I am fine. I will be dry in no
time.”
I was aware I was
shivering, even though I did not feel cold. I looked around for the towel I had
discarded. Diane moved back in front of me again, standing so close I could
feel her warm breath on my cheek.
“Don’t be silly,
Norah. You need to show some trust” Diane was so reassuring.
She reached out
with both hands and grasped the top of my bra cups. I could feel the gentle
warmth of her fingers touching my chest. I felt her pulling the cups away from
my breasts. I wanted to resist, but my actions indicated otherwise as I moved
my arm out of the way. I was aware of my bra coming free of my body but was too
afraid to look down, instead focusing my eyes on an invisible object above
Diane’s head.
As if in a dream
Diane’s hands slid under the waistband. I sucked in my tummy. My heart pumped
furiously in my chest, and I felt light-headed. I prayed I would not faint, or worse still, vomit. My senses screamed at me to
stop her, but my body would not react. My arms hung uselessly at my side.
I felt my panties
slide over my hips and down to my thighs. I knew that my pubic region was now
exposed. I expected to feel mortified. I wanted to be indignant, disgusted. But
I felt none of those things. I just felt a release I cannot explain.
My panties were
at my feet and following a light prod on my ankle from Diane I raised my legs
to allow them to be removed. My body was radiating a sexual aura I had never
felt in my life.
When I lowered my
eyes, Diane was standing in front of me again. I soaked up the sight of her
gorgeous nymphet body. It seemed to beg to be touched, and I reached out my
arms, placing my open hands on her beautiful firm breasts. I could feel her
erect nipples pressing against my palms. I gently squeezed both of them,
fascinated like a child.
“What the hell
are you to doing?” Mark’s voice boomed across the room.
I jumped with
shock and my arms dropped to my sides. I suddenly felt very embarrassed. What
on earth had I just done? I was mortified by my actions. It was as if some
mysterious force was controlling my body
“Did I give you
permission to let Norah touch your breasts?” Mark was angrily pointing a finger
at Diane.
“No sir.” Diane
replied meekly
He turned to me.
“What right did you have to touch the breasts of my girlfriend, and right in
front of my own eyes? You could have at least curbed your dyke behaviour until
I was not here.”
I opened my mouth
to say something, but there were no words to explain my behaviour. Instead I
just shook my head from side to side in total disbelief at what I had done.
“Down on your
knees!” Mark barked angrily
Diane dropped to
her knees, eyes downcast. Mark altered his gaze to stare directly at me, his
eyes piercing through to my core
“If you make me
repeat myself your punishment will be worse.”
I frowned back at
him, not comprehending what he was referring to. Suddenly it hit me. He was
actually expecting me to go down on my knees. A 42 year old woman, and his
landlady to boot, and he was expecting me to go down on my knees because some
19 year old whippersnapper requested it. Even if I had touched his girlfriend’s
breasts, there was no way he was going to order me around
“Look here you
little motherfucker, I…….” I protested indignantly, but Mark cut me off rudely
mid sentence.
“You have until I
count to three. If you are not down on your knees by then I will double your
punishment. One!”
I gave him my
most resolute, steely look, that always showed people
what a hard-nosed bitch I was.
Mark was totally
unimpressed. “Two!”
I maintained my
steely exterior, but my emotions inside were a turmoil. I was still feeling
light-headed and finding it difficult to think rationally.
Mark pursed his
lips with the clear intention of mouthing ‘Three’. At that point I just allowed
my legs to buckle and I fell easily into a kneeling position. Like Diane I kept my eyes downcast, mainly
because it just felt like the right thing to do.
Mark kept us both
in that position for many minutes. I glanced down at my lap and could see my
untrimmed thick thatch of pubic hair. I tried to absorb the fact that I was
totally naked, kneeling in front of an 19 year old
youth. I furtively glanced across at Diane, as if to confirm in my mind that
his 18 year old girlfriend was also naked beside me. And a few brief moments
ago I had reached out and touched her breasts. I should have felt revolted. But
incredibly I did not. I was certainly frightened and apprehensive at what lay
ahead for me. But underlying this was a deep, warm feeling that almost felt
like excitement, although I knew that could not possibly be the case.