Chapter 13: Reflections and Bob’s Dad

(this has been embellished)

I got up the next morning, mom wasn’t home, and I was hoping that she was doing well in the city and making some good money. I sat on the edge of the bed, with a lot of things running through my head. Tyler and his behavior from last night was the main thought that was playing in my mind. Bob and his mom were going through my mind. I knew Roger, my brother was still wanting to get me back into bed.

I looked on the floor for my underwear and then remembered that Tyler had not given them back to me last night, my embroidered Friday underwear was now gone. I wasn’t happy about that. I went to the dresser drawer, picked out a clean pair of underwear, took them out of the dresser drawer, and pulled a pair of silky black panties up and over my pussy and bum.

I walked out into the kitchen and put some coffee on, Roger, if he was home, wasn’t up yet. I sat at the table and waited for the coffee to be ready. Once it was ready, I sat there for about an hour drinking coffee and thinking about the things that had happened over the last few weeks.

I then went back to my bedroom, pulled up a pair of shorts, found a clean bra and a blouse, and then decided I was going to go to favorite spot by the river to be alone, I needed to think. I walked back out into the kitchen, Roger was up now, sitting at the table in his underwear. He looked at me as I walked out and asked: “How was your evening, Rachel? Did you have a good date?”

I looked at him, not really wanting to answer, but I did: “No Roger, that guy is a jerk, it was a lousy date, I will never go out with him again.”

“Oh Rachel, I am so sorry to hear that, what happened?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter Roger; I really don’t want to talk about it.” I answered.

I looked at him and said: “I am going out for a while Roger, not sure what time I will be back home.” and I walked to the door and left the house. I slowly walked down the street until I came to my favorite place beside the river. I sat down and just relaxed and began to think of the things that had gone in a different way than I had wanted them to go.

I started to think about Tyler, how did I ever allow him to go as far as he did, and then why did he do the things I told him not to do. I had liked being with him and then he turned into a total ass hole, I just didn’t understand. And what about Bob and his mom Jean, what was happening there, why was she going to pay for her son to have sex with me, and have it whenever he wanted it. Then there was Mr. Skye from the grocery store, the two guys at the department store, and of course Mr. Mitchell from school. Then there were the guys that took me to the music festival, got me drunk, fucked me, and then just left me, why, why did they do that? I kept asking myself those questions, why had some of those things happened to me.

Then there was the booze, and how I had enjoyed the feeling it gave me when I was given it, especially last night, when I had just enough to be drunk, but not sick, I loved that feeling. I ended up sitting and thinking in that secluded quiet spot for almost two hours, just reflecting on the things I had done and had done to me over the last couple of weeks.

The coffee was starting to go through me, I needed to pee, but I got the feeling that I wanted to pee myself with my panties on. I reached down and undid my shorts and pulled them down and off. I placed them beside me and laid back with my panties still on. I began to play with my clit over top on my sexy black silky panties, it was feeling good, I hadn’t done this before, but I had of course pissed my panties while drunk, I liked the feeling I was having doing this. I kept rubbing my clitoris and as good as it felt, I still needed to pee, I stopped masturbating myself and just let my bladder go. I peed my panties, it was warm, and it was so good, I loved the feeling.

When I finished peeing, I went back to my clitoris and continued masturbating myself, I felt an orgasm coming on, and soon, it happened. I laid back and felt good about myself, I loved that I had masturbated myself and made myself happy.

I waited a few minutes and then pulled my wet panties off and then put my shorts back on. I stayed there for about another thirty minutes, then I walked back home.

I walked into the house, and mom was home and sitting at the table, she was dressed, wearing her slut gear, and she looked so hot. “How did it go mom, was it a good weekend?” I asked.

“Yes Rachel, it was a great weekend, lots of men with lots of money to spend, I made almost eight hundred dollars, that’s the most I have ever made in a weekend, I can pay all the bills and have quite a bit left over.” she answered with enthusiasm. “What about you Rachel, didn’t you have a date last night?”

I answered her: “It didn’t go well mom, he was nice at first, but then he started getting rough, and making me do things I didn’t want to do because of having my period. So, I made him take me home.” I didn’t want to go much into all the details. She knew I didn’t want to talk about it, so she left it alone.

I went into the bathroom and took the soiled panties from my purse, ran the water and rinsed them out as best I could, then took them into the bedroom and laid them out to dry before throwing them in the wash. I took off my shorts and put another clean pair on, this time they were a nice silky red pair. Pulled my shorts back on and then I told mom that I was going to visit my friend Bob and his mom.

I walked over to see Bob and his mom Jean, I just wanted someone else to chat with, someone that knew I was unable to have sex, but just be my friend.

I knocked on the door and Jean answered it, Bob had gone out for a while, but he would be back soon she said. She invited me in, and we went to the pool area and sat and had a good talk. Jean said she was glad that she had this opportunity to talk with me alone, because she had a confession to make to me and a favor to ask of me. I looked a little puzzled but was interested in what she had to say.

“Rachel, I must confess something I did a few months ago, I had been having an affair with a man that I knew, it was sexual, and it went on for almost a year, he and I had been having sex together at least twice a week during that time, then my husband found out about it, and was going to leave me and Bob, but I pleaded with him to forgive me and to a point, he has, but not totally. One of the things I said to him was that he could go out and have any woman he wanted, he could get even that way if he wanted.”

I listened intently as she continued: “The other night after you left, Mike asked me if I could arrange for him to have sex with you, I told him that I would ask if you were interested, and Rachel, I am willing to pay you, but if I do, you can’t tell Mike that I paid you, so what do you think, is that something you might be interested in?” she asked me.