Chapter 125: Sara Pellerin, 29, Kitchen Table...

The steamy scene at Wendy’s had been a turning point in Sara Pellerin’s relationship with Carole. Once they had lain there, naked and side by side, while the Korean girls finger-fucked them — well, that accelerated their budding friendship.

Carole found it fascinating that Sara — compared with her daughter, Darlene — was relatively innocent when it came to sexual relationships. Darlene, under Kate’s guidance, was masterful in manipulating women who were around Sara’s age. Yet Sara herself had been so in love with her husband that she hadn’t paid all that much attention to other possibilities. Well, it was time for Carole to change the woman’s perspective.

The next morning the two friends were sipping chicory at Sara’s kitchen table. Sara in her usual robe; Carole in painted-on booty shorts.

Carole said, “Secret?”

Sara grinned, “Secret.”

Carole tapped her cell, and Sara opened hers. “Oh my!”

Carole watched her friend as she stared at the naked photo of Richie — erect and with that impish grin on his face. Sara unconsciously slid a hand into the pocket of her robe.

She looked up at Carole, “Good Lord. He’s ... he’s magnificent.”

“Thank you. Now you owe me.”

Sara blinked — she got it right away. “Uh, Chuck?”

“Chuck.”

“I’ve never even — I mean it’s been years — I wouldn’t know how...”

As Carole had anticipated, her friend’s reaction wasn’t about the audacity of obtaining a nude of her son — it was the mechanics.

She winked at Sara, “Richie’s inviting him to a sleepover this Friday.”

“Oh. That’s cool — he admires Richie. But how...?”

“Let me worry about that. You do want a copy, right?”

Sara blushed, her hand still in the pocket. She looked down at her cell again, “Well, it’s not so much that I want a copy — but I gotta admit you have me sorta curious.”

“Secret?”

Big grin, “Secret.”

Carole tapped her cell to call attention back to the photo of Richie. She leaned back in her chair and began rubbing her pussy through her shorts. The message was clear to Sara — her friend masturbated to her naked son.

Sara giggled, “You are one naughty lady.”

Carole continued to rub herself, “Yeppers.”

“Uh, how would you — with Chuck?”

“Oh, I’m not sure. But Richie will have him naked in no time.”

Sara nodded, not surprised at the statement. It was Richie Landry, after all. Carole smiled sweetly, “Is Chuck sucking cock yet?”

Sara took the question at face value — no outrage at the intrusive nature of the inquiry. “Um, I don’t think so.” Shrug, “I mean, I’m sure he masturbates — they all do, right?”

“Acourse.” Wink, “Just like you and I do.”

Sara giggled, but didn’t look away. The statement had been more than an obvious comment, and she knew it.

Carole continued to rub herself, “I like you looking at Richie. Naked and hard. It turns me on.”

Sara didn’t have the words to describe the recent changes in her life. Since her husband deserted her, the world seemed drab, colorless, gray. But now — with Carole in the picture — it was becoming vibrant, Technicolor. And that altered perception definitely lifted her mood. And enhanced her already strong sex drive.

“I like looking at him too.”

Carole pulled off her crop top and tossed it on the table, “You mind?”

Huge grin — Sara knew exactly where this was headed, “Not at all.”

Carole stood and struggled out of her shorts, “There. Lose the robe, honey.”

Sara was already undoing the tie, “Let’s go up to my room.”

“Let’s.”

Holding hands, grinning, they scurried upstairs and lay side-by-side. Here, Carole slowed things down. She was pretty sure she could make love to her friend, but decided to bide her time.

The two of them lay on their backs, side by side, and masturbated. It was hotter even than that first time at Wendy’s. It was just the two of them now — more intimate and closer together than ever.

Sara understood that this was another turning point in her relationship. It not only would not be a one-time event — it would be the start, the precursor, of an escalating intimacy.

And, boy, was she ready.