1 comments/ 29426 views/ 11 favorites Marion's in Love By: Perfideous Rosemary Pearson was on her way to the Art Class she had joined just two days before on Saturday afternoon. It was held on a Monday night because, the lady told her, we want to put the buzz back into Mondays. Rosemary, at 43, and with a husband who had become almost completely uninterested in her would have settled for putting the buzz back into any part of her life quite apart from Mondays. Robert had been only too glad for her to go when she told him; in fact he encouraged her telling her how great it was that she would have an interest outside the house. She nearly hit him the patronizing bastard but she gritted her teeth and kept her thoughts to herself. He was distant, she decided afterwards. She was always better at thinking things through when the heat of the moment had gone. She always had been really. Distant she thought, going back to her train of thought on Robert. He had to be seeing someone but now it wasn't as hurtful as in the past when she had brooded, and she often did, on the subject of Robert straying. She had felt something electrifying about the lady from the Art Class. That sense of a certain something when eyes meet. It was the sight of her daughter bending over on that Monday morning that rekindled the slightly lust full thoughts Rosemary had been harboring. All that had happened was that the skirt had ridden up exposing a large expanse of beautifully shaped smooth thigh. The curve of her bottom as just an inch or so further on and Rosemary had felt a very northerly urge to slip her hands under the hem and up over Kirsten's thong covered butt. Her clit throbbed as she had her incestuous thoughts and her nipples hardened too. It was a week day morning though and amid all the usual rushing around Rosemary pushed it out of her mind as she focused on lunches, car keys, ironed shirts, stacking the dishwasher, putting on make up, doing her hair and all the other things women do in the morning through the week. But it came back though. In the quiet times that empty feeling in the pit of her stomach and the dryness in her mouth came back and the image of those thighs together with her guilty thought of wanting to see higher up her daughter's skirt did too. Not only did they all come back they came back stronger each time and by afternoon tea as she sat out with the other exiles to have a cherished cigarette with her coffee her nipples had hardened. She decided she would take that as a signal, ignoring all the guilt butterflies flapping madly in her tummy, to take the fantasy further. Eyes closed she imagined her hand slipping up Kirsten's smooth tanned thigh to the crease at the bottom of her buttock then sliding up over the rounded cheek and across to her butt crack. "Oh God Mom! Oh God I've been longing for you to touch me like this," Kristen whispers fervently over her shoulder and they kiss. "What ever are you thinking about Rose?" she hears, " you're a million miles away with a very naughty smile on your face there." Pauline had spoken and the two other women were looking at her with that head on the angle look. "Sex," Rosemary replied adding a little eye roll and a sigh to finish. The three smiled and a lively discussion began running along the lines of "I seem to remember sex at some stage in my life..." They were all the bloody same as me Rosemary thought as the chat carried on; all of us are getting nothing. 'I don't want to give up," Rosemary blurted out in on of those times of absolute silence. She felt incredibly foolish but managed to look resolute for a few seconds before becoming immensely absorbed in her coffee mug. Rather than think her foolish her declaration had made the others turn inward with the stoic acceptance of their lot changing to a festering resentment. Feeling emboldened she told them that she was going to a Ladies only art class that night. She had felt some serious flickers of interest from this and rather more when she told them that as it was a voluntary exercise with everyone sharing the costs and they couldn't afford professional models they all took turns. 'Well you do have a nice figure of course," Denise had commented and the other two nodded as if it was well beyond doubt. "I am a little nervous," she had replied glowing none the less from the comments on her body. 'Nonsense," Pauline told her sharply," it'll be the making of you. It's well past time that you did something for yourself for a change. Anyway you're not going to be modelling tonight- are you?" "Um, no. No Marion, she's sort of the organizer she said her daughter will be modelling but only in the second half. We're going to be sketching her dog first." Pauline wanted to know more about the dog but the other two were having none of that talking dreamily of this girl taking her robe off in front of all these ladies and wondering if, when they were her age they would have done that.Both of them agreed they would have loved to but wouldn't have had the nerve. It was an enjoyable afternoon tea and they felt much closer to each other after it. Through the last hour and a half of the day each took the chance to have a quick word with her. It was heartening; she wasn't a nasty pervert instead she was doing what they all wanted to do but were too chicken to carry through. She felt validated and just a little pleased with herself. She drove home feeling horny and went straight to the bathroom to start to fill the tub before heading to her bedroom to undress and get everything organized. "What are you doing?" Kirsten demanded to know once she had heard the water running. "I'm going out so I'm having a nice bath beforehand," she told her pleasantly knowing it would drive her insane. "Out? Where? Why? Who with? Is Dad going?" "No Hon; Dad isn't going and can you get yourself something to eat? There's loads of frozen stuff to thaw-" She saw the face. "Oh for fuck's sake Kirsten; grow up!" That went well. "Look, would you like to come?" 'Where are you going?" "Not telling. You got all bitchy so you say if you want to come and if you don't want to then try to be nice company when he gets home- at some stage." "OK, fine, I'll go." "No. Not like that. Thank you for the invitation mother darling I would be so grateful if you would let me accompany you on this outing." "Yeah yeah, all that now; what is it?" "Not saying; if you want to come along you can have a bath after me and use a new razor." "This is weird." ""Maybe but I've been looking forward to it all day. You don't have to come, isn't Bones on tonight?" "I'm coming, OK? Even if you're a sadist and won't tell me where." "Really? You really want to come?" "Um yes?" "It's an art class... a Women only one." "What? All full of lesbians?" "I hope so." "Mother!" "What? I'm sick of running around after your father and the other men I meet aren't exactly exciting and anyway I saw a girl today who got me really hot." "Where? Who? Do I know her?" "Here, you and yes." "Me? I got you hot? Me? Mother this is not good." "Why? I've been turning it over in my head all day and I think it's very good in fact I think it's terrific. I'm glad you've caught me like this too Kristen, don't you think I've got a nice body as well?" "Well yes, of course, you've always had a great body-" 'You never told me that!" "Well you're my Mom for gosh sakes. You don't go rushing around telling your Mom she's got a great body." "I wouldn't have minded babe. Seriously, I've had a real rough time with your father-I'm sure he's seeing someone; he's always late home and I don't know where the money goes I really don't- so hearing my hot daughter thinks I've got a great body would've helped. It really would." "Well he's a jerk and you do. Sorry mom I never thought..." "Oh hey; I'm laying a guilt trip on you and I shouldn't, it isn't fair. I saw you bending over today babe and I fantasized about what I wanted to do sliding my hand up your thigh at the back and stuff." "Really? Oh that is so cool." "What happened to weird?" "Oh, that was before." "Want to keep me company while I'm in the bath? Why don't you undress so you can hop in when I've finished?" "It's quite a big bath really." Kirsten undressed on the way to the bathroom leaving a trail of clothes in her wake. For once her mother didn't tell her off. She climbed in to join her mom facing her as her mom inched down to wards the middle. Rosemary lifted up to sit on her daughter's lap then she wrapped her legs round her and both hugged. "Suck on my nipple darling," Rosemary told her. It was one of her favorite scenarios from her day of fantasizing; her daughter sucking on her nipples with both of them nude. Kristen's eyes opened wide and she stared at her mother's breasts just inches below her face. Slowly she brought her face up to be looking into her mother's eyes and that was when they kissed. The erotic controlled kiss, another of Rosemary's cherished scenarios, never happened. As soon as their lip touched their mouths were wide open and they were tonguing each other furiously. As if on a given signal Kristen's mouth slid down over Rosemary's chin over her throat and down the chest to the breasts her mother held cupped for her. She licked first the left then the right nipple as if to stake her claim on them. Then she sucked-hard. She wasn't going to admit it but she had a bit of experience in nipple sucking having done it on her three close friends and had a bit of a reputation among those in the know at her community college. "My God you're good at this," Rosemary gasped as her right nipple tingled under the onslaught. "Mmm," came the reply- all Kristen could manage with her mouth full. She eased her lips from the breast to give its owner another kiss. "I love you," Rosemary declared looking at her contented daughter. She got a smile back, hadn't had a lot of those for a while, and another a kiss. "Love you too mom." It was almost on Rosemary's her mind to ring and cancel but Kirsten asked how much time they had and she knew from that anxious tone that for all her earlier reluctance she was mad keen to go. That made it easy because, deep down, so was she. They shaved each other on the dining table. That had meant walking naked through the house and that been nice. Kristen went first; legs wide open so the little amount of stubble she had there could be shaved off. "I don't mind if, you know, you want to sort of fiddle about down there. Explore that sort of thing..." The penny dropped and Rosemary could have kicked herself. "Oh you're gorgeous darling! Sorry, I must be on Cuckoo Land. Oh you are so beautiful with those breasts of yours and this pussy. Oh my, its open..." Kirsten managed a very slutty smile, glanced down towards her pussy and closed her eyes; it was more of a command than an invitation and Rosemary interrupted the preparations to pull those lips open and lick her daughter's slit. She got her close then stopped. Not here, not yet. The smile she got confirmed she had picked right and the preparations restarted with the result that soon after Kristen's pussy was the smoothest it had ever been. They swapped places and now Rosemary lay with leg wide open to get Kristen's tongue in her slit then felt it flicking her clit rather expertly. Her performance had awakened Rosemary's competitive instinct and she knew Kristen was a lot better at it than she was. If she hadn't enjoyed what she was doing so much she might have wondered more about it. As it was she was in ecstasy in that state on the edge of orgasm but brought back and she lay limp and grateful as she too got the shave of her life. Time was marching on and with a pull from Kristen she was up then both shared a shower, dried each other off and oiled the others' body. They went up to Rosemary's bedroom to get dressed and the first thing they saw was the light flashing on the answer phone. It was Robert-who else? He had to work late all this week; he hated not being with her but what could he do? He had no idea when he'd be home so don't wait up. She knew he had lost interest, that this was a cover for him to have a week of sex with someone and anyway wasn't she going to be doing something naughty (hopefully) herself tonight? So it shouldn't matter. Not really but it did. He was rejecting her and she was looking stunning; not that he could see her she knew but all the same he didn't care how she could look; he didn't want her and all the fun was being sucked out of the evening. Kristen watched in horror as the smiling face fell and the eyes went cold. Well fuck it nothing was going to spoil this evening; she was so looking forward to it and so was Rosemary-until now. She rushed at her throwing her on the bed and tickled her unmercifully. Rosemary didn't try to push her off she just wriggled and squealed as Kristen tormented her. She screamed for her to stop and Kirsten did- finally. She lay on her back with Kirsten sitting astride pinning her. "Want some more?" "No!" "Better get dressed then." "Thanks babe, just thanks." "Welcome. Whatcha wearin'?" "I thought a half cup bra, suspender belt and my black mesh stockings." "Yeah. Classy." "Well I don't know what lady painters wear, do I?" her mother protested with jut the hint of a grin. Nor, Kirsten realized, did she. For all that she had a fairly strong impression that what her mother intended to wear wasn't among them. "Are you planning on waiting till they ask you to strip off or will you just 'do it' at some point?" "If they don't ask I will," Rosemary countered noting the smile on Kirsten's face. She wanted to pose too. They decided on dresses and having done that decided on hem line. Both went short-funnily enough. The dresses were pinned up then hemmed on Rosemary's Bernina and they were ready to go. As they got the stilettos they wanted to wear Kirsten suddenly remembered something. . "You realize we don't have any paints or brushes or canvas thingies." " Easels or pencil moustaches or or funny French accents?" "They'll pick us as phony painters!" "Uncovered at last!" "Oh fuck babe, oh fuck I hope so. She was a dish this lady I saw on the week end- I think she got me started without knowing it then when I saw you bending over..." "I know; your daughter the Goddess. Did you catch her name?" "Um, it's on the enrollment form, hang on." The enrollment form was spread on the table and both looked at it. Marion Kent. Kirsten looked thoughtful. "Did she have sort of dark hair?" "Yes; why?" "Tall?" "Oh yes very tall, why I remember-" "I know her daughter." What she hadn't mentioned was that she had lusted after Bronwyn and made something of a fool of herself in the process so she had to wonder... "I'll just give her a quick ring and let her know I'm bringing you along, OK? I mean it would be rude to just spring you as a surprise, wouldn't it? I mean I'm sure it won't be a problem?" If it wasn't such a problem why did she take the phone into the other room? Kirsten had to wonder but when Rosemary got back she was all smiles and telling Kirsten not to worry Marion was looking forward to both of them coming and Bronwyn did remember Kirsten and she had mentioned knowing her in fact when Marion had inadvertently mentioned that Rosemary might possibly be coming to the Monday Art Session. Well that was nice, Kirsten thought as she closed the door with a strange feeling of finality before taking her new girl friend's hand and setting out on the walk to Marion's place. They had decided to walk, with coats on of course and comfortable shoes, but Kirsten had agreed with Rosemary's cunning plan that if they walked some nice lady might give them a ride home- eventually. And so Rosemary walked to her Art Class- with her daughter which was so much better. They stopped at the top of Marion's driveway to put their stilettos on and check the hair and makeup. Just a little more lippy and they were good to go. The class was held in the basement of Mrs. Kent's very nice house with entry round the back. Once inside they took their coats off, hanging them on the stand in the foyer then went in to sign the Register. The others were expecting them and had heard the door open but hadn't yet seen them. Now they did and every other topic of conversation was forgotten. They were stunning and what on earth were they wearing? Tearing their eyes away they went back to setting up their easels and trying to remember what they were talking about before they had turned up. Rosemary was instantly on alert and nervous. There were a lot of women here and none of them were dressed like she and Kristen were with the result that suddenly she was self conscious. Marion, she hoped she was going to be allowed to call her Marion and not Mrs. Kent, was standing by the roll and smiled when they came in. She handed over the twenty dollar attendance fee which Mrs. Kent receipted for her commenting, politely, as she did so how much they all hoped she would enjoy her time here tonight. Well it was sort of nice so far then she remembered to introduce Kirsten. Kirsten offered to pay but Mrs. Kent waved the offer away telling her it was her first time and she could pay if she decided (as Mrs. Kent hoped) to become a regular or even off set some of the fees with regular modelling. (An offer Rosemary noticed, with just the merest hint of jealousy, that hadn't been extended to her.) The other women wore perfectly respectable clothing most of which was covered by the smocks they had on over them and of which, unfortunately, there were none left. There were no easels either; hadn't Mrs. Kent mentioned everyone brings their own equipment? Just as Rosemary was about to act on her realization that this was a huge mistake Mrs. Kent led her over to a chair with a sketch pad and a set of charcoal pencils leaning against one of the legs. Well it was better than nothing and they could maybe leave at the half time break. Just say sorry, need an early night, work tomorrow but thanks, thanks for everything. Come back? Well maybe, it had been great fun well they'd think about it. Meantime she sat as demurely as she could when she knew everything from her butt down was bare with the dress cut so short and picked up her sketch pad flipping the cover sheet over in readiness for her artistic debut. It seemed a lot of the women were looking at her and trying to make eye contact. Probably wanting to ask her what possessed her to wear such a ridiculous outfit and she kept her eyes down to avoid them. Two hours tops and it would be over and never ever again. Meantime Kirsten had taken all the older women and more particularly where they were staring in her stride. Of course men and women looked at her, what else would they do? She was looking for Bronwyn and made her way to the stairs at the side of the room. "Bronwyn! Bronnie are you there? Are you bare?" she called up the stairs getting the attention of everyone in the room including her now red faced mother. "Kirsten? Kirsten Pearson? Oh My God." A tall naked dark haired girl came pounding down the stairs and threw herself at Kirsten. Rosemary looked around nervously hoping to catch a glimpse of one or two faces. She didn't have to worry; all the women in sight were staring happily at her daughter and this Bronwyn girl. She knew that look they had on their faces; it was the one she had worn most of the day- lust. "Mom! Mom!" Bronwyn had started leading her old school friend over to her mother. "Can Kirsten pose with me- for the first half?" "Honey! I paid a fortune to have Clara Belle groomed..." She had run out of steam in the face of the pitying look her daughter was giving her. Marion's in Love "Clara Belle! Here girl. Come on. Good girl. Hop in your baskey. Good girl." And with Clara Belle happily curled up in her basket set in front of the heater the attention turned to the two models and the new artist although not quite in equal measure. Kirsten had stripped off with no qualms and now stood with her left buttock against Bronwyn's right, their arms entwined above them fully extended. Mrs. Kent, ever resourceful, had used ice cubes to "promote the nipple" and both girls sported organ stops as a result. Their feet were spaced with the front view unimpeded. Over at the side Rosemary had her new sketch pad and was trying to develop the stick figure she had sketched so diligently into something that might look like a beautiful young woman- choice of two. She was failing dismally. It depressed her utterly. For all the excitement and sexual tension of the day she had harbored the belief that she could paint, that she had a natural artistic talent and look at this? She had to face facts she decided. She was no better at this than she was at anything else. No wonder she had lost Robert- she was hopeless in the bedroom too. Kirsten saw her, the others watching Kirsten, turned to where she was looking. Margot, who was standing slightly behind Rosemary, put her brush down, scarcely believing her luck, and drew her into a compassionate hug. The others, seeing straight through her little ploy, stared at her with narrow eyes but none wanted to risk upsetting Rosemary and so they gathered round nodding appreciatively at something a seven year old would have torn up in disgust while managing to find words like 'a bold new perspective', 'an almost primitive yet somehow worldly approach' and even 'strongly linear in concept'. None of which made any sense to Rosemary but they seemed to like what she had done so maybe it wasn't so terrible after all. She looked hard at her sketch; yes it was. "I really can't paint for nuts." The undeniable truth of her statement stopped them all in their tracks. "So?" "I want to. I want to paint. I want to be good at something." Margot, having received a glance from Marion let Rosemary go and in a flash Marion took her place. "We can teach you how to paint Rosie," Mrs. Kent told her", there are tricks to it so just relax. Here you just cuddle in to me and the girls can go back to posing while the other girls carry on painting." And so Rosemary did as she was told cuddling into Marion and got cuddled back. They had moved away to the rear of the group- or at least Marion had moved them there and Marion was cuddling her very affectionately indeed. It felt wonderful and now she knew why she was so tense before; she hadn't come for the painting at all- she had come for Marion. She had wanted, the instant she walked through the door, to be noticed and doted on and flirted with by Marion but she had just been polite not loving. That had crushed her. Now though, now was different, now was lovely and it would get even better if Marion felt like inviting her upstairs so they could be alone. She glanced at the stairs and back at Marion feeling like a shameless flirt for doing do but Marion didn't seem to mind at all and next thing they were climbing the stairs to the lounge room. It was beautiful with expensive furniture and ornaments, all of which Rosemary took in and all of which spoke of a level of affluence she could only dream of but their owner was holding her hand and leading her through the dining room to the kitchen. And it was there, for the first time, that Marion kissed the woman who had tormented her thoughts since she had seen her that Saturday afternoon. "I so hoped you'd come," she told her just after she kissed the tip of her cute little nose. "Did you? I was on cloud nine from the moment you spoke to me. I would have signed up for guided tours through hell if you'd wanted but you didn't seem very interested when we got here tonight. Oh and what was that crap about Kirsten can get in free but its twenty bucks for me?" "Would you like a refund?" "No. I want another kiss." "Expensive kiss." "Worth it." It was too and after they stood in each others' arms neither feeling particularly inclined to want to do anything else- for the time being at least. 'lovely outfit" Marion commented half a dozen lengthy smooches later. 'Did it myself, I wanted to tempt this gorgeous woman I met on Saturday; I wasn't sure she'd notice." "Oh she noticed all right, don't you worry about that. I haven't been able to get you out of my head from the moment we met." "Really?" "Oh yes, and being hopeless me I didn't ring you or anything like that. No I just stewed and by the time this evening came round I had managed to convince myself that I had imagined the whole thing with us clicking and decided you had come for the painting." "In a dress like this?" "Well, no but by then me was so deep in my shell. Anyway you're here now and you're just as wonderful as I remember- better even and God I'm rambling aren't I?" 'I don't mind. My husband doesn't ramble on about me., in fact right now he's doing horizontal calisthenics with his PA I would think after taking her to dinner somewhere." "Mine died and I do miss him but we either goes on with life or it carries on and we get left behind." "He's carried on with his life and I need to as well. Is that what you're saying?" "That is exactly what I'm saying. I'm kind of hoping I'm the one you want to carry it on with but I'm biased." 'Nothing wrong with bias. I've never had feelings for a woman before. Not an actual specific individual woman but I've been thinking for a while now I guess that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing...and then you come along." "Glad?" "Very." "So am I. I've been female only for about ten years now and for about ten years now I had waited to meet the right girl. I've got lots of dear close friends and had the most amazing sex too but that special one, the soul mate, I hadn't met her before. Look all I'm saying is go with it. You can't hurry love, like the song says, you can't compartmentalize it or calculate it or anything else it. Love is love and you either feel it or you don't." "Wow." "I go on a bit, don't I?" "You're deep; I like a gal with depth." "Stop teasing. Love me?" "Of course. I loved you from the moment we met; I was just too scared to think it." "I love you- from the same time too." From downstairs voices floated up to them. "What are those two up to?" Was asked very loudly. "No idea. They're very quiet though," came the reply to much ribald laughter. "We're coming!" Rosemary called out to a pause followed by shrieks of laughter. She blushed bright red as she grasped her unintended double entendre. "My goodness! And such nice respectable ladies too." "We're not doing anything." She called down to them anxious to dispel any incorrect notions they might have about what was going on, or rather not going on, upstairs. "Nor are we! Can we come up?" She was in a state Marion was surprised to note. She took her in her arms and cuddled her. "Hey baby, they're only having fun with us." "No. No they think I'm a slut. They do. They think I'm a slut and I'm worthless and I dressed like this to seduce you. I'm not. You know, don't you? I'm not. I'm not a slut." She had tears in her eyes and the sinews in her neck were standing out. "Of course I don't think you're a slut and nor do they," there she thought, that should sort it. "Yes they do. I think maybe I should go home now and maybe we could talk on the phone later on in the week." "Really? You want to go home, now?" This was unbelievable; seconds ago it was all systems go and now it was go home. 'What about Kirsten?" "She can come with me - or stay- she's old enough to make up her own mind." "But how will you get home?" "I will walk thank you, we brought comfortable shoes and I will need my coat I expect." In horror Marion stood and watched as the love of her life walked to the stair case and descended to the basement. The cheers that greeted her appearance faded to silence as they realized she was leaving. 'Are you coming or staying?" she heard Rosemary ask her daughter coldly then "right" which Marion took to mean Kristen had decided to stay. A few seconds later the door closed and she had left. "Oh thank you all so fucking much!" Marion shouted at the bewildered artists from the landing with a look of absolute horror on her face. "What happened?' "You happened. All that 'what are you two up to' rubbish. She thought you all think she's a slut. She wanted me to be proud of her and who can be proud of a slut. So now she's been humiliated and I don't know what to do and I'd just like you all to leave please. Not you Kirsten darling. Good night every one and sorry." She was in tears. They were running down her cheeks and what the hell had happened? She couldn't have gone home, surely not. Meantime twelve sombre faced women slipped quietly out to their cars and drove Home. Bronnie waited while Kirsten got her clothes then the two of them went up to Bronnie's bedroom where they both got dressed. They came out to join Marion for a coffee. She was on the deck, a cigarette in her hand and two stubbed out already in the ash tray. Bronnie made the coffees and brought her mother's out to her. She put it on the table as her mother's hands were shaking too much for her to hold the mug without spilling it.After a long drag Marion exhaled and spoke, her eyes looking into the distance. "I love her. I knew it from the moment I saw her. I told her, just now how much I love her, how much she means to me and she loves me too or at least she did ten minutes a go. What the fuck do I do?" Neither girl was silly enough to answer such a question and shrugged in support. It was embarrassing sitting there with Marion and besides they had some major snogging to do. "Would you like to offer Kirsten a nightie or pajamas to wear darling?" "No. I'm sorry about Rosemary but we are going to have sex and then we will shower and fall asleep in each others naked arms and I will run Kirsten home early in the morning so she can get ready for her course. And you should go to bed." "I guess. Thanks guys for joining me but you run along now and I'll see you in the morning." They left and all three knew as soon as she was on her own she would start on the bourbon. When Bronnie popped her head out three hours later after neither of them could get into the mood for sex her mother was fast asleep with the once full 40 ounce Jack Daniels now half empty. She got a rug and put it round her mother, kissed her on the cheek and went inside. It had been one hell of a day. The light woke Marion the next morning. She was still sitting at the barb q table, or slouching to be accurate with the blanket round her. She thought of Kirsten when she realized she had the blanket over her and smiled at the thought of her caring but then her mind went to the subject of Rosemary and she was miserable again. Still, she had to get moving and so she got to her feet and went in to use the bathroom. Some time later she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, showered and dressed for work while the girls slept on. She left them a note and headed away at ten past eight. It was promising to be a very long day. Rosemary had walked home, her coat pulled tight around her, feeling utterly miserable. They had been laughing at her, implying she was a slut when she wasn't. They hadn't even done anything, just kissed and cuddled, and here was them all saying, well as good as anyway, that she was a slut. Well she wasn't. Not really, she might have just wanted to let her hair down maybe but she wasn't a slut. Not that it mattered; she wasn't going to see Marion again and now there was going to be nothing at home. Not with Kirsten at the other place and Robert bonking his PA was all she deserved she decided as she approached the house. The home of her dreams when she first saw it. Everything a young wife could hope for then. And now? It held no fond memories, or at least none she could remember. She put her key in the lock and the memory of those high hopes she had walking out flooded back and she slumped against the door. Only for a moment; she was all she had in the world and she had to be strong. No place for self pity when you're on your own. Face set she went in and locked the door behind her. Briskly she went to the kitchen to make her sandwiches for her lunch the next morning, got her clothes organized then found her dullest nightie and cotton knickers to put on after her shower. That its self was quick and businesslike with no pleasurable moments. She dried herself quickly too put her sensible pajamas on and went to bed. There she lay with eyes closed tight quite unable to sleep. At two o'clock she heard the garage door open; Robert was home. He normally slept in the spare room when he got home late but this time she heard Kirsten's door open which meant Bob was checking on her, then his quick foot steps to her door. "Where's Kirsten?" "She's having a sleep over, at Bronwyn Kent's place." "On a Monday? Have you met the mother? Will Kirsten be safe there?" "Yes, she seems sensible enough. Work goes well Robert? You must be tired. Can I get you something to eat?" "No. No that's fine thank you. Look Rosie there's something we need to discuss." 'Oh yes? This sounds serious Robert, what is it honey?' "Well it's about; it's about moving on Rosie. I've met someone Rosie and, well I'm not getting any younger and I think I deserve my chance at happiness. She's younger than me Rosie and she wants kids and I'd love to have a chance at a young family too. I was too busy the first time round and we only had the one, a girl." She wanted to tell him what she thought but she was flat. "If that's what you want Robert. Would you mind sleeping in the spare room tonight I'd really like to be on my own right now." "Um. well, you see, what I was planning on doing was getting a few things for a day or so." "And you're going to sleep with her tonight?" "Yes. Rosie there is no need for an attitude- it hasn't been easy for me either you know." "No. Well you take what you want Robert because what I find of yours in the morning I am going to put in a pile on the back lawn, douse it in petrol and set fire to it. Good night." She went to sleep in Kirsten's bed while he cleared his things out and when she woke from what was a deep sleep all Robert's personal belongings were gone. Nearly all and she didn't burn anything in the backyard that was just her trying to hurt him. The news was a relief. After all those months of clinging to false hopes it was out in the open. Marion was supposed to have been her door opening but after last night, well that wasn't going to happen. Kirsten had nothing to wear she remembered. On the verge of ringing she remembered Kristen had made the choice to stay there so she could face the consequences and anyway, she had a key. Her shower and breakfast were quick and the drive to work was too. The others wanted to know all about last night but she fended them off; not my scene she had told them came home early in fact. Something terrible had happened. Of that they were convinced. She refused to open up and by day's end they were none the wiser. She drove home to the empty house slipped her shoes off, lay on her bed and howled. What was the point? Sleeping pills or was it sleeping pills and bourbon. It was a matter of swallowing enough down to do the trick. She only had a few left so that wasn't going to work. Maybe she could get a double lot tomorrow? Tell the doctor they were going away so she would need more to tide her over? Yes that would do it. She felt quite cheerful after that. It was all worked out so no need to worry about a life ahead of feeling like this because, she thought, thrilled at her own cleverness, there would be no life. She was making herself scrambled eggs when the phone went. "Don't hang up," it was Mrs. Kent. "Oh, hi?" "Rosie!" "Rosemary if you don't mind Mrs. Kent. How may I help?" "You can come right back here and stop me feeling miserable Mrs. Pearson. That's what you can do." "I'm not a slut Mrs. Kent although I fear I may have given you the wrong impression and naturally I apologize if I did that." Oh for goodness sake! Grow up Rosie. Oh shit! No, no I didn't say that. Rosie darling please come round. Please? I promise I won't make any improper advances." "Well only for a little while. I will be about forty minutes- presumably this won't take too long?" "No. No, not too long. See you when you get here." "Yes." "Well," Marion thought, trying to find something positive from that awful exchange ", at least she's agrees to come over. That has to be something." She made two more phone calls then went to choose her clothes. Nothing sexy, nothing over powering but not too casual either. She ended with a Designer top in lilac, worn loose over her dress jeans and the favorite Jimmy Choo boots. Her hair she wore up and she went for the barely there look with the makeup. Her friends arrived a few minutes later and took over getting everything ready- so Marion could do some quality fretting. Ten minutes later they heard a car stop outside, the sound of heels on the path then a faint knock. Just two taps. Marion, who was waiting at the other side of the lounge crossed the room into the foyer and opened the door. She tried a smile but Rosie simply nodded and looked at her inquiringly. For all her frostiness Marion noted, looking to find more positives in a pile of darkness, Rosie had made an effort with her clothes- it was important to her too. Maybe that was something. "Oh, this way Rosemary please. I hope you don't mind but I asked two of the ladies from last night to join us." "Are they looking for a bit of fun with the slut Marion?" "I don't see any sluts here Rosemary and I think you'll find they don't either. Come through please." Rosemary walked tensely through to the dining room where the two women waited. She remembered them vaguely from the previous night. "Rosemary may I introduce Diana and Jacqueline. Diana and Jacqueline may I introduce the woman I love Rosemary." The words sent a flush through Rosemary who was just holding on. She hated herself, hated what she was doing but it was her lot to live a miserable life so get this over with and she could go back to being alone- as she deserved. The chill she gave off stopped Diana and Jacqueline from hugging her and they ended up just nodding back then went to get the things for the supper glad to be out of sight of that stare. Marion meantime waited until the other two were seated before pouring. "Every one helps yourselves to milk and sugar," she added in a voice which sounded a lot more confident than she felt. They all put the milk in their coffees, Rosemary had a teaspoon of sugar in hers and Jacqueline, who never had sugar, put a bigger one in hers. No one spoke and Rosemary kept her eyes down. Marion could feel it all slipping away and sat looking dejected. "Rosie," Diana had had a guts full, " Rosie what the fuck are you doing? Marion told us you thought we were laughing at you last night and we thought you were a slut. Is that right?" The stare rose from the table top to Diana's face. She stared into her eyes and held them while she nodded. Diana, fuming, stared straight back. "Well did you ever think to do us the fucking courtesy of asking?" Before their very eyes the impassive face crumbled and the sad eyes filled with tears. She looked down at her coffee which she stirred for the sake of having something to do. Marion's in Love "Rosie honey," Jacqueline started in her gentle voice ", no one thinks you're a slut or anything like that. We thought you were just lovely and we were so glad that you and Marion had found one and other; we were excited, that's all. For you both. Not just for Marion but for you too." She went to the kitchen and brought the box of tissues over. Marion took it, pulled half a dozen off then held them up to Rosie's eyes with one hand and stroked her shoulder with the other. The others grabbed as few as well. The miserable face looked up, just a glance, at Jacqueline then Diana then went back down. "Group hug," Jacqueline announced sweetly and all four got to their feet with Rosemary firmly held in place her face pressed against the others'. They backed down from the hug but Rosemary found that now her hands were held by Jacqueline on her left and Diana on her right. 'This lady is just besotted with you Rosie darling and everyone could see how much you thought of her," Jacqueline told her." I don't know what you've encountered in your life but you won't find a nicer truer lady than Marion so would you please just let her give you a hug?" She had no option as they put their hands on her back and forced her forward into the waiting Marion. The eyes can't lie and everything Rosemary had seen in those eyes before and wanted so much was there, still. She let Marion look into her eyes and she had no secrets either. They stood pressed against each other cheek to cheek then Marion felt something wet; Rosie had just kissed her. She nuzzled in then leaned a little bit forward to kiss Rosemary's ear. "Have I got you back?" she asked in the barest whisper. 'If you'll have me?" "Of course I'll have you. Come on, give me a proper kiss." They kissed and though mouths did open and hands ended roaming no one present thought anyone else there was a slut.The kiss ended eventually and under Diana's guidance the love birds ended on the sofa hip to hip with Jacqueline and Diana bringing the trays in to put on the coffee table then sitting squashed up on the sofa as well. "Well? Come on guys dig in," that was Diana. Marion slipped forward to be kneeling at the coffee table a plate in her hand. 'Let me get yours Rosie? Bit of this? One of these, some of this? More?" She waited while Rosemary sat up straight then put the plate on her lap carefully and went back to get her own meal. Rosemary waited until she was sitting beside her, plate on her lap before she touched her food. "Love you," she murmured and that deserved a kiss which was duly given. The four women sat squashed up on the sofa and got started on their food. There was, they all realized, something just not quite right. "You felt an outsider Rosie?" Jacqueline asked out of the blue. Rosemary turned to her and gave a little closed mouth smile. That was exactly how she felt. "I felt I was an outsider, that I wouldn't ever really be accepted and I thought you were all looking down on me." So there it was, unpleasant but at least she wasn't rushing for the door this time Diana thought. Then she checked herself. What a horrible nasty thing to think. She was right, she realized, Rosemary was right; they had made her feel like that with their clickiness; their 'us you' approach. She hadn't been made welcome; she was obviously terrified and they had all just left her to her misery while they purved at her legs. And, Diana thought "I was as bad as any of us." "You're right honey," she replied, finally breaking the silence that had followed Rosemary's words ", we were horrible to you. None of us knew how you felt but none of us made any attempt really to make you feel like you belonged in the group. The stupid thing is we just thought you knew." Marion, she noted, had put her plate on the coffee table as soon as her Rosie had said the words and had her in the tightest hug Diana thought she had ever seen. She put her own plate down so she could come round and take Rosie's plate as she wasn't interested in eating all that much at that stage. Once the plate was taken off her lap Rosemary slipped her shoes off and brought her legs up over Marion's waist and cuddled, if anything, even harder into her. It was time, the two others, decided to leave the lovebirds on their own. They finished their meals then quickly went about clearing things way, putting left overs in the Tupperware containers, loaded the dishwasher and did a load of dishes for the things that wouldn't go in the dishwasher, wiped what needed to be wiped down and then got their coats and went in to say good bye. Both Marion and Rosemary had heard them, of course, and both felt terribly guilty about not helping. They were standing waiting to give them a kiss and a thank you. A huge thank you for what they had achieved. So that is what they gave them and then they were gone which left Marion and Rosemary alone in the lounge while the girls were in what was now their room. "Shall we have a drink on the deck?" Marion asked casually. "Well if I drink I won't be able to drive home, will I?" "And wouldn't that be a disaster? You'd have to stay home with me then, wouldn't you?" "Stay 'home' with you?" 'That's what I said." "Double bourbon please- splash of coke." 'Coming right up, still got half as bottle left." 'Oh fuck! Really? You got through half a forty ounce bourbon?" "Well I was missing someone but she's here now so I'll just have one to keep you company then it might be time for bed." "Early night?" "Hmm, could be, might find something to do: read, Sudoku, I spy, cross words, something till it's time for lights out." "If you like?" "I'd rather make love with you babe." "Better finish your drink then. Bottoms up." They went down to Bronnie and Kirsten's bedroom and knocked. "Come in if you're naked," Kirsten called out. The women outside the door did matching eye rolls then burst into laughter at how they had done that. They stripped, helping each other where necessary, nut leaving their clothes in untidy piles on the hallway carpet. Rosemary had to break the news to Kirsten that Robert, dad, had told her he was leaving her. That had to wait though because Kirsten had tired of waiting, how untypical, and pulled the door wide open. She and her mother fell into each others' arms. "I have to tell you babe," Rosemary started after the minute was up on the previously silent hug. "I know Mom; he rang me on my cell this morning." Rosemary stared at her in amazement. 'He did?" "Yes mom, he did. I wished him all the best for the rest of his life but it wouldn't involve me." "oh darling!" "Fucking asshole. I hope he rots in fucking hell. Dick!" The other two joined them now, pairing off daughters and mothers, and holding their partner as tight as they could. All though were determined that Robert wasn't going to rain on anyone's parade and soon the naked foursome began doing what nude, horny lesbian girls do. Sometimes. Rosie and Kirsten were moved in properly over the next few days and the two couples got used to doing things like walking hand in hand and acknowledging the support from some while not letting the hostility from others faze them. There were other things though. Things like stripping naked as soon as you got in the door, getting dinner on then putting some romantic violin thing on and dancing naked with your partner or daughter , or daughter's friend, smooching and groping like love struck teenagers until the others got home then having dinner naked and getting back to the snogging. Robert's new love lasted four months and, for the record, she walked out on him. He is rebuilding his life and his new passion is three minute dating. No real interest as yet but he tells his mother, who still listens to him, that he will just know when he finds the right one. Rosie laughed at him when he suggested reconciliation and he is still wounded by her heartless rejection although no one seems to want to listen to his side of the story. Rosie co-hosts the Art Group- she's in charge of the modelling side and has shown a natural aptitude for that side of things herself (to absolutely no one's surprise). The evenings themselves invariably end up as naked drunken lesbian orgies; she's in charge of that bit too. Marion? Well Marion's in love-nothing more to say really.