Chapter 4

As soon as Natalie and Roger were safely out of the house, Marsha resumed her reading. As she got farther into the book, she became convinced the author had the right idea. Inside the family was the best place for sexual education to take place. She knew from her wedding night that what her parents and their church had taught her was misguided at best, dead wrong and harmful at worst. She found herself becoming more aroused as she read. She became incensed at having the notion that self pleasuring was immoral drilled into her head as a child.

The sound of Harriet letting herself into the kitchen brought her out of her pensive state.

Today was Harriet's day to come over here for morning coffee and girl talk.

Marsha called out to her friend "I'm in the den. Come on in here, please."

Marsha went to the bar and found a couple of glasses and the bottle of peach brandy she kept on hand for special occasions. When Harriet came into the room, Marsha handed her a water glass full of the liquor, telling her friend that today maybe they could try something different than coffee. Harriet sensed that Marsha was up to something. While her friend appeared to be ready to take her Dutch courage at room temperature, she was not.

"Why don't we put some ice in these?" inquired Harriet.

"Oh, I wasn't thinking," replied Marsha.

Trying to put her neighbor at ease Harriet suggested that she get the ice, then have a few sips before Marsha would tell her what was on her mind.

Ice gotten and drinks sipped, Marsha told Harriet that she had read more than half the book. With each passing page she became more frustrated and that she needed to ask for huge favor.

"I am a 34 year old woman who is so excited that I would rape the next male through the front door. Can you teach me how to relieve myself?"

"Whew, I thought that you were going to dump something upsetting on me."

Harriet got out of her chair and walked over to stand in front of Marsha. As she was walking she began to unbutton her house coat.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Marsha.

"Just relax and go with flow. You are wound so tight you won't be able to learn anything at this moment. Unless you command me to stop I am going to help you give yourself an orgasm which will knock your socks off!"

Harriet sat beside Marsha and slowly unbuttoned her friend's house coat. She had Marsha remove her arms from the sleeves. Next she helped Marsha remove her bra and panties. Harriet stood and proceeded to remove her own clothes. She took her friend's hand and lead her to the center of the room.

"Sit on the floor with your legs spread. And I am going to sit directly in front of you in the same position."

When both women were positioned, Harriet told Marsha to watch what she was doing and do her best to mimic her actions. Harriet placed her hand on her breast and began to massage it. She moved her fingers to her nipple. Placing her thumb and index finger on opposite sides of her nipple she gently pulled it. She was rewarded by seeing Marsha do the same.

"Marsha, lick your fingers. Get them wet and slippery. Now go back to playing with your nipple. Isn't that a nice feeling?" cooed Harriet. "Now close your eyes and keep them closed."

When Marsha had her eyes closed, Harriet stood and hurried to the door leading to the garage. Harriet opened then closed the door as noisily as she could.

In her best stage voice Harriet said, "Good morning, Mr. Knauer... I guess that you are here to discuss some financial matters with Marsha."

Then lowering her voice several octaves Harriet said, "Oh my, it seems that I have come at the wrong time."

Sid Knauer was the man in charge of the Irving's investments from the settlement with Marsha's husband's company. Harriet had met him on several occasions when he stopped by to discuss investment strategies with Marsha. The man was a Hunk, with a capital H. Not only was he good looking, he treated Marsha and herself as equals. He made suggestions then waited for Marsha's decision. To bad he was married to that shrew Betsy Knauer.