Chapter 3    The trap is sprung

 

As soon as I got home I raced to the toilet and vomited violently. I then curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor and began to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying, but I sobbed like I had not done since a young child. My mind was swirling with emotions I did not want to confront. My successful, comfortable life was being turned upside down, and I hated myself for being weak and allowing it to happen. I had to get control of my life again.

 

For the next two days I continued to cry every time I thought of the incident with Mark and Diane. The emotion I felt over the incident was disgust. I would not allow myself to even contemplate any other sort of emotion.

 

Finally, after several days, I began to get order back into my life. I successfully blocked Mark and Diane right out of my mind. It was as they did not exist. I am good at this. Focus on what I need to, and totally ignore everything else that is a diversion from me reaching my goals. I threw myself with even more vigour into my property business, seeking out and purchasing a further two properties to add to my portfolio. With housing prices as strong as they are I could almost see my net worth increasing by the day. Nothing makes me happier than making money.

 

However when mid-month came and the rent on 17 Wisteria Lane was due, I admit I felt very apprehensive. I was unsure of how I would approach it if the payment were again overdue. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I checked my bank account and found the money had gone through on time. I felt very content now that I had definitely got my life back.

 

You can imagine my utter dismay when, two weeks later, month end rolled around, and the rent from 17 Wisteria was not in my account. I could feel a knot in my stomach, and I angrily screwed up the bank statement and threw it across the room. I resolved to do nothing. I would not be provoked, and if I had to wait a few days for my rent, so be it. I was sure once they saw I was not going to react they would just pay the rent and leave me alone to live my life how I wished.

 

Three days went by. Four days. Five days. Still no rent. By the seventh day I was steaming. By the eighth day I was furious. How dare those perverted little motherfuckers treat me like this? I could avoid a confrontation no longer, and hatched a plan. I would not give them any advance warning I was arriving, and would turn up at dinner time when I was damn sure Diane would not be ‘a little tied up.’

 

That evening I arrived at 17 Wisteria Lane a little after 6pm. Rain was falling noisily on the roof of my Mercedes. Their battered Honda was parked in the driveway. I had been full of confidence on the drive over there, but now I could feel myself becoming nervous. I silently cursed that I had not thought to bring an umbrella or a rain jacket. Sucking in a deep breath to settle my nerves I open my car door and got out. By the time I had ensured my car was locked I was already becoming drenched as the rain pelted down. I sprinted across the road, and was half way up the path to the front door when I tripped on a loose paving stone. It sent me sprawling forward as I fell awkwardly on the pathway and slid into the garden. For a moment I just lay there, stunned, feeling the rain pelting on my back. Gradually I pulled myself to my feet. I did not appear to have suffered any injury other than a painful graze on my knee. I looked down at my dress, and saw I was a mess. I was drenched with water and covered with dirt. I tried to decide what my best option was. I did not want Mark and Diane to see me looking such a mess, but there was no way I could get into my sporty little Mercedes covered in dirt and dripping water everywhere.

 

I resolved that I had come this far, and at the very least I had to get my rent. Gingerly I took the few remaining steps to the front door and knocked. For several seconds there was no response and I huddled under the tiny porch trying to get some protection from the rain. I was shivering from the cold. Finally the door swung open and both Diane and Mark were standing there. They gazed at me in amazement. Mark began giggling, and Diane soon followed.

 

“Are you all right?” Diane finally thought to enquire of my wellbeing.

 

“No, I bloody am not.” I replied indignantly. “I want my rent…..now!”

 

“You need to come inside and dry out.” Diane continued to show concern

 

“Just get me my fucking rent now!” I yelled, not thinking rationally as to what I was going to do once I had my rent.

 

Mark continued to stare at me with his quizzical frown while Diane disappeared into the warmth of the house, returning shortly after with a bundle of notes secured by a rubber band. She reached out her hand and I snatched the money. The three of us then just stared at each other. I realised that my pigheadedness had backed me into a corner. The rain was pelting down even harder than when I had arrived, and a sudden clap of thunder made me jump. I had been scared of thunderstorms ever since I was a young child.

 

“Please come inside and dry out.” It was Mark this time who made the request.

 

“No!” I responded surlily, like a petulant child.

 

“Very well.” Mark responded sharply, and stepped back to close the front door.

 

I panicked. I did not want to be outside in the thunderstorm.

 

“Wait!” I shouted.

 

Mark stopped closing door, and I swear he almost smiled. He said nothing. Diane was looking over his shoulder. I stared out into the rain and tried to weigh up my options. Another clap of thunder echoed directly overhead.

 

“Can I please come in for just a moment to dry out a little?” I rationalised that if I went inside I could at least dry off a little and with a bit of luck the storm will pass over quickly.

 

Mark stepped aside and beckoned for me to enter with an exaggerated sweep of his arm. I stepped past them both and entered the lounge, water dripping from me onto the carpet. Diane retrieved a towel and I did my best to soak up some of the water from my clothing. I wanted to ask if I could use the bathroom to dry myself and clean up, but the bathroom was down the hallway beside the bedroom, and I was determined to stay in the lounge.

 

I felt like an idiot standing in the lounge, trying to towel myself down while my two young tenants just stared at me silently. The carpet around my feet was stained by a pool of dirty water. I glanced down at my top and realised, to my horror, that the rain had made the material transparent and even though I was wearing a bra my nipples were clearly visible. I quickly clutched the towel to my front, causing both of my young tenants to quietly chuckle.

 

I hated being placed in a position where I felt vulnerable. I needed to be in control of circumstances, but at that moment I felt anything but in control.

 

Mark lent over to Diane and whispered into her ear. For a moment Diane looked back at him with what seemed to be mild shock, then slowly turned to stare at me, a distinct grin on her face. She then disappeared down the hallway. My blood ran cold and I began to shiver. I was suddenly aware of how uncomfortable my breasts felt in the soaked bra, and pulled the towel away slightly from my chest so that I could view them. I was so embarrassed to notice that my nipples were rock hard. Harder than I had ever seen them in my life. I quickly pulled the towel back to my chest. It must be the cold, I rationalised.

 

There was an awkward silence as Mark and I stared at each other across the room. Then Diane re-appeared from the hallway, and I swear I just about died. She was totally naked. As she walked towards me I tried to mouth words of protest but my tongue was thick and heavy, and I only ended up making a jumbled noise like a two-year old child.

 

Brazenly she stopped in front of me, hands at her side, making no attempt in any way to hide her total nudity. Despite myself I could not help but take in her beautiful nubile young body, with the perky erect breasts, flat tummy, well defined legs, and to top it off her thinly populated thatch of blond pubic hair that did a poor job of hiding her labia from view.

 

She just stood in front of me, unmoving, her head tilted to one side. Her body seemed to be sending out the message that I could stare at it as long as I wanted. I wanted to avert my eyes, look in another direction, but I was fixated on the nude body in front of me. I couldn’t even begin to rationalise why. I had never felt any lesbian tendencies in my life, and had taken no pleasure at staring at the nude bodies of fellow females. But Diane was different. How, I don’t know. She was just different.  Her appearance was just so erotic, I cannot think of any other way to describe it.  As I stared at her nakedness all rational thoughts and actions seemed to drain from my body.

 

Diane stepped closer to me, so close that I could reach out and touch her if I had the courage. But it was Diane who reached out to me, her hands beginning to undo the buttons on my top.

 

“No…stop...what on earth are you doing?” My mind suddenly kicked into gear and I was mortified by Diane’s actions.

 

“You need to get that wet top off. Don’t be silly. You will freeze to death.” Diane’s voice was so calm and reassuring, convincing me I was over-reacting.

 

“No, I will be fine,” I continued to protest, but even as I did her hands continued to undo the buttons, and almost before I realised she was pulling the soaked top off my shoulders and down my arms until it was free of my body. She then turned and threw it in the direction of the kitchen sink.

 

Instinctively I lifted my arms up and crossed them in front of my bra so that my nipples were not exposed. But even as I did this Diane had turned her attention back to me and unfastened the two buttons on my skirt, then lowered the zip. I was observing these events as if they were not happening to me. It felt like I was outside of my body looking down on events, like a movie.  It was surreal, like nothing I had experienced before.

 

My skirt fell off my hips and bundled around my feet. Diane knelt down to pick it up

 

“Move your feet, silly”, Diane looked up at me with a condescending smile.

 

For a long moment I just stood there. I had this feeling of being a young girl being undressed by her mother, which was so preposterous given I was in fact the one old enough to be the mother of Diane, not vice versa.

 

“Come on, its not hard, just lift one foot at a time.” Diane was tapping my leg. I felt stupid.

 

I lifted my feet and allowed Diane to remove my skirt, which was also thrown in the general direction of the kitchen sink. I was now clothed in only my bra and panties. Even though I still had my underwear on, I don’t think I had ever felt so exposed in my life. I slid one hand down to modestly cover my pubic region, while the other arm covered my breasts. I was flushed, but also shivering.

 

Diane moved behind me and I felt her undoing the clasp of my bra.

 

“No! No!” I protested, this time with much more conviction. “I am fine. I will be dry in no time.”

 

I was aware I was shivering, even though I did not feel cold. I looked around for the towel I had discarded. Diane moved back in front of me again, standing so close I could feel her warm breath on my cheek.

 

“Don’t be silly, Norah. You need to show some trust” Diane was so reassuring.

 

She reached out with both hands and grasped the top of my bra cups. I could feel the gentle warmth of her fingers touching my chest. I felt her pulling the cups away from my breasts. I wanted to resist, but my actions indicated otherwise as I moved my arm out of the way. I was aware of my bra coming free of my body but was too afraid to look down, instead focusing my eyes on an invisible object above Diane’s head.

 

As if in a dream Diane’s hands slid under the waistband. I sucked in my tummy. My heart pumped furiously in my chest, and I felt light-headed. I prayed I would not faint, or worse still, vomit. My senses screamed at me to stop her, but my body would not react. My arms hung uselessly at my side.

 

I felt my panties slide over my hips and down to my thighs. I knew that my pubic region was now exposed. I expected to feel mortified. I wanted to be indignant, disgusted. But I felt none of those things. I just felt a release I cannot explain.

 

My panties were at my feet and following a light prod on my ankle from Diane I raised my legs to allow them to be removed. My body was radiating a sexual aura I had never felt in my life.

 

When I lowered my eyes, Diane was standing in front of me again. I soaked up the sight of her gorgeous nymphet body. It seemed to beg to be touched, and I reached out my arms, placing my open hands on her beautiful firm breasts. I could feel her erect nipples pressing against my palms. I gently squeezed both of them, fascinated like a child.

 

“What the hell are you to doing?” Mark’s voice boomed across the room.

 

I jumped with shock and my arms dropped to my sides. I suddenly felt very embarrassed. What on earth had I just done? I was mortified by my actions. It was as if some mysterious force was controlling my body

 

“Did I give you permission to let Norah touch your breasts?” Mark was angrily pointing a finger at Diane.

 

“No sir.” Diane replied meekly

 

He turned to me. “What right did you have to touch the breasts of my girlfriend, and right in front of my own eyes? You could have at least curbed your dyke behaviour until I was not here.”

 

I opened my mouth to say something, but there were no words to explain my behaviour. Instead I just shook my head from side to side in total disbelief at what I had done.

 

“Down on your knees!” Mark barked angrily

 

Diane dropped to her knees, eyes downcast. Mark altered his gaze to stare directly at me, his eyes piercing through to my core

 

“If you make me repeat myself your punishment will be worse.”

 

I frowned back at him, not comprehending what he was referring to. Suddenly it hit me. He was actually expecting me to go down on my knees. A 42 year old woman, and his landlady to boot, and he was expecting me to go down on my knees because some 19 year old whippersnapper requested it. Even if I had touched his girlfriend’s breasts, there was no way he was going to order me around

 

“Look here you little motherfucker, I…….” I protested indignantly, but Mark cut me off rudely mid sentence.

 

“You have until I count to three. If you are not down on your knees by then I will double your punishment. One!”

 

I gave him my most resolute, steely look, that always showed people what a hard-nosed bitch I was.

 

Mark was totally unimpressed. “Two!”

 

I maintained my steely exterior, but my emotions inside were a turmoil. I was still feeling light-headed and finding it difficult to think rationally.

 

Mark pursed his lips with the clear intention of mouthing ‘Three’. At that point I just allowed my legs to buckle and I fell easily into a kneeling position.  Like Diane I kept my eyes downcast, mainly because it just felt like the right thing to do.

 

Mark kept us both in that position for many minutes. I glanced down at my lap and could see my untrimmed thick thatch of pubic hair. I tried to absorb the fact that I was totally naked, kneeling in front of an 19 year old youth. I furtively glanced across at Diane, as if to confirm in my mind that his 18 year old girlfriend was also naked beside me. And a few brief moments ago I had reached out and touched her breasts. I should have felt revolted. But incredibly I did not. I was certainly frightened and apprehensive at what lay ahead for me. But underlying this was a deep, warm feeling that almost felt like excitement, although I knew that could not possibly be the case.