I wished she would look at me.
Her eyes, downcast, her face red. I clutched my hands over my breasts as I shrank away. What had I done? “Mrs. Adler, I’m…” What, Charlotte? Sorry? You just kissed your best friend’s mother. “I’m not sure what I was doing. Mrs. Adler, please, I… I should go.”
My bottom lip was quivering, but I forced away the tears. This wasn’t the time for waterworks. I grabbed my blouse off the sofa.
“You can’t wear that, Charlotte. You’ll catch your death.”
I took a deep breath, steeled myself against the coming fury, instinctively took a step back. The warmth from the fire was like the heat coursing through my body.
“Mrs. Adler, I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” She raised her eyebrows.
I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me in the past.” She folded her arms under her bosom. “I’ve tried to dismiss it, tell myself that it was just my imagination. But here we are, in my living room. And there you are, with the taste of me still on your lips.”
I took a breath, tried to avoid swallowing. “Mrs. Adler -”
“Iris, Charlotte, my name is Iris. We’re not at a mother’s club meeting.” She tilted her head down, regarded me over the top of her spectacles. “Did you mean it?”
Did I mean what? “I don’t understand… Iris, I -”
“When you said that you weren’t sure what you were doing. Was that true, or did you just say it because you thought it was what I wanted to hear?”
I felt like I was tumbling down a flight of stairs, unable to stop myself, battered and bruised by the emotions jutting out at me. My mind reeled, confused. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do. I’m not angry, Charlotte.”
Not angry. Two words that were like a balm to soothe my nerves. I met her eyes. They were hard, cold, not giving away a thing. I was sure my own thoughts were plastered all over my face. “I thought it was what you wanted to hear,” I said.
“Give me the blouse.” She stepped forward, her hand outstretched, and I handed it to her. She tossed it aside and clasped her hands on my shoulders, squeezed them hard. “What are we going to do with you?”
Part 4 is now live! Read it here. Subscribe to my blog using the links over on the right (or below if you’re on the mobile site) to make sure you never miss a post.
Written for Masturbation Monday Week 105. If you’re not familiar with Masturbation Monday then you’re missing out! Hosted by the fabulous Kayla Lords, it’s a feast of decadent pleasures and sultry delights, all free, every week.