Awakenings Ch. 04

Meanwhile, Kath was hurrying through the aisles, wondering what to make of the encounter. The pair seemed very nice, she thought. And when she thought of how handsome Walt was, she felt her nipples tighten once again. Kath, he's engaged, you fool!

With her cart loaded with more groceries than she usually bought in a month, Kath left the store feeling in good spirits. No one, to her knowledge, had noticed how thinly veiled her bosoms were, and everyone she had met had been kind and respectful. She started the walk home, enjoying the warmth of the day and letting some bounce return to her step (and thus to her tits).

Across the street, most of a block away, she saw a tall, muscular young man walking in her direction with a brooding look on his face. Something insider her told her to keep her head down and to keep the bolero jacket pulled closed as tightly as she could while she kept walking with her head down. She glanced furtively at the young man.

Kath's heart began to race, but not in a good way, when she noticed him crossing the street on a course that would have them meeting in short order. She quickened her pace.

"Well, well," came the deep, coarse voice, just as Kath reached a bus stop "what have we here? Such fine legs you have there," he crooned, making Kath's skin crawl. He came to a stop, and when Kath tried to pass, he blocked her way.

"And what a nice jacket! Funny, it doesn't really close, does it? I gotta think you've got some great tits hiding underneath that rag."

With that phrase - that phrase from her darkest nightmare, Kath convulsed like she'd been kicked in the stomach. She let go of the cart and used both hands to hold the jacket close against her chest. "Leave ... leave me alone," was all she could manage in a hoarse whisper before collapsing on the bus stop bench.

Orv continued to read ... and rub.

I'm not sure when Penny arrived, but I could feel her warmth as she sidled in behind me. Did she know that I was rubbing myself off on the corner of the couch? I froze for a minute. But then, I felt her incredible boobs slowly rubbing against my back. She must have known ... didn't she?

I don't know what came over me, but I reached slowly behind me until my hand came in contact with her bare thigh. I heard a sharp intake of breath, but she made no move to push my hand away. I started to slowly rub her soft flesh, moving gradually higher. My pussy was sopping and I thought my nipples might burst!

As luck would have it [hey, it's my story!], Amy and Walt, who had been watching from a shrinking distance, arrived just in time to hear the young man say, "Oh come on, pretty lady, why have you got your knees clutched so tight together? How's about you let me let some air in up those shorts? Or maybe you'd like something with a little more substance?" the boy sneered.

"Hey, Griff," Walt all but shouted, "what brings you to this neighborhood?" He had let Amy take control of their own cart while he straightened up to his full 6' 4" height.

"Oh - hi, Mr. Carpenter. Um ... see, I just came around to make sure Jane knew that she was going to the dance with me. Then this poor lady must have got too hot 'n' she collapsed on the bench. I was just volunteering for some mouth to mouth, see, when you came along."

"Uh huh. Listen, Griff, why don't you just get on back to whatever rock it is that you call home, and I'll take care of this lady. Go on, go on ... she'll be fine."

"Well, okay, Mr. C. No harm meant." With that, Griff sauntered off, but not without a backward glance or two and a lecherous smile.

Orv's story continued.

Since Penny had made no move to stop me, I felt emboldened and worked my way higher. My wrist was now raising her short miniskirt, but so far, there was nothing but bare flesh under my trembling fingers.

I knew my hand must be near her hip height. Maybe she was wearing a thong? With my breath catching in my throat, I moved my hand toward the middle of her pelvic area.

The girls on the carpet were now performing a very realistic 69, but the focus of my entire being was on my right hand as I suddenly encountered Penny's pubic hair. And still no thong!

Moving slowly ever further, I finally felt my finger slip into the top of her slit. Indeed, she was naked under her oh, so short miniskirt! I heard another sharp intake of breath, but I dared not look behind me, for feat that the spell would be broken.

"'Whatever rock you call home?' Wasn't that a bit over the top, Walt?" Amy ventured.

"Well, we get a different breed of students in the automotive classes than you see in advanced math, Amy." As the two were speaking, Walt had moved to kneel in front of Kath, who had withdrawn into herself on the bench. Her legs were pressed tightly together, her arms were clutching her jacket tight to her chest, and she was rocking forward and back, lips quivering and a tear working down each cheek.

"Kath? ... Kath, are you alright?" Walt asked gingerly. Amy sat down beside Kath and gently put an arm over Kath's shoulder.

"It's alright, Kath," she whispered, "he's gone now. Walt will talk to him tomorrow in school. Did he hurt you?"

There was a long pause while the two waited. They exchanged a worried look.

Finally, Kath took a deep, ragged breath in and replied, "N-n-n-no. He never touched me. But it's strange. I felt like I knew him from an earlier time in my life. And it was THE SAME WORDS," Kath blurted as more tears oozed out and ran down her cheeks.

"Poor dear," Amy murmured, "I'm guessing that was not a pleasant memory." She pulled Kath closer, and Kath started to sob quietly. Not knowing what to do, Walt rose and gently put a hand on her other shoulder.

Amy just held on, whispering "Shhh, shhh" as the sobs and stuttering breaths rose and then slowly ebbed.

After a few minutes, Kath wiped her eyes, straightened up, took a deep breath, and whispered, "I'll be alright now. I'll be alright. Thanks SO MUCH for happening along just then."

"Listen, Kath, you obviously had quite a start." Looking at Walt, who nodded, she said, "Let us walk you home. It can't be far out of our way."

"That's very kind ... Amy - but I'll be okay."

"No, really," said Walt, "we'd like to see that you get home safely."

"Well - if you're sure it's not a bother ... No frozen foods in your bags then?"

"None at all," Amy lied. "It will be our pleasure.

"That's very kind of the two of you," Kath said as they collected their carts and started to move on.

At this point, Orv was nearly at the point of no return. This scene was SO hot!

I'm not sure where I found the courage, but I slid my shaking hand downward, my index finger probing deeper and deeper into Penny's slit. I thought I felt her clit, but I pushed on, moving lower. Then, all of a sudden, my finger was immersed in slippery fluid!

I rubbed at the entrance to her love tunnel, feeling my finger get coated with pussy juice. I moved back to Penny's clit and started rubbing it round and round with my well lubricated finger. Penny's breathing became more ragged, and I could feel her thighs rhythmically tensing and relaxing.

When Kath, Walt, and Amy turned a corner, the sidewalk narrowed, and Walt could no longer walk beside the two ladies. It was just as well. After a few false starts, the two women found common interests in music and books, and Kath found herself opening up as she had never done before in her life.

For her part, Amy chose to be circumspect when it came to the fright that Kath had suffered. Perhaps they might build a friendship, and maybe the details would come out later, but for now, sticking to safe ground seemed best.

By now, Orv had totally forgotten where he was, what he was supposed to be doing, or even whether his Mom was in the house or not.

By now, I was rubbing my mound against the corner of the couch with wild abandon, not caring whether Penny or anyone else was watching. The strippers seemed to be approaching the climax of their performance, as, indeed, were Penny and I.

With seemingly nothing to stop me, I reached further behind me, searching deeply in Penny's slit for her sopping opening with my middle finger. Then, almost unexpectedly, my digit found its target, and I was in her love tunnel up to my second knuckle!

My nipples were in such a state of need that I threw caution to the wind and cupped my right breast. I found my very stiff nipple through blouse and bra and pinched it - hard. I ground my pussy against the couch, hoping that I'd be able to finish myself off before the lights were raised.

I easily pushed a second finger into Penny's vagina and immediately felt her clamp down on my fingers. She grabbed my shoulders for balance, and I heard a whispered, "Oh, my God!" And with that, I pinched my other nipple, and my own body convulsed into the most intense orgasm I can remember.

Orv was all but at the point of no return himself when he heard voices downstairs!

By the time they reached the house, Kath was actually smiling and laughing, and, for the moment, the incident with Griff had been submerged by happy banter. For that matter, Kath had even forgotten her minimal state of clothing.

But somehow, as the three walked into the house, Kath was thrown back into a state of turmoil. The house. The place where she had started to awaken to her sensual nature. The place that had limited her to wearing Angel's revealing clothing. The clothing that had caught Griff's attention. The two factions were warring in her head, and right now, the shame was winning.

Amy and Walt both sensed the change, and once the grocery bags had been lifted out, they knew it was time to leave.

"Listen,' Amy said, "I'm sorry you had a fright, but it was really good getting to know you a little better. Now I know why Orv is such a fine boy. Here's my card. If you'd like to go shopping for clothes one day - maybe something a tad more modest than that outfit but a little more attractive than your uniforms - just let me know. You know - I bet we're the same size; you might even be able to go shopping in my closet," Amy said, giving Kath's figure a once over and flashing a warm smile.

"That's so kind of you, Amy. And you, too, Walt. Thank you both for all you've done - I mean it. Lord knows what might have happened if you hadn't come along when you did."

"You could also give me a call if you just want to talk some time, Kath. I've helped some troubled kids in my time, I just might be able to help you exorcize whatever demons are troubling you, too."

As they edged toward the door, Kath said, "I'll keep that in mind, Amy, I really will. I wish you the best of luck for the rest of the school year."

When the front door closed, Kath found herself spinning in an emotional centrifuge. On the first turn around, she thought of how nice Amy and Walt had been. On the second spin, she relived the emotionally crushing experience with Griff. On the third, she thought of how, for a brief period, she'd actually felt comfortable wearing her - well - her sexy clothing. But Griff had really made her feel dirty wearing them.

But then the fourth spin brought her back to Orv, the one constant in her life. She needed a hug, and there was no one she wanted to hug more than Orv.

"Orv, are you upstairs?" she called.

"Yes, Kath, I'll be right down." Orv had already rehidden the erotic stories, and thankfully, the surprise of Kath's arrival had deflated his hard-on rather than pushing him over the brink.

"Give your Momma a hug, Orv," Kath requested when her son arrived downstairs. "I just ... I just really need a hug right now," was all she could manage.

"Of course, Mom, you know I'll always hug you!" replied Orv. "Is something wrong?" he asked as they embraced. While he relished the feel of her breasts as they pushed against his chest, the thrill wasn't quite the same, knowing that Kath was upset.

"It was ... it was an interesting trip" she said. "I met your Miss Smith and her intended, Mr. Packard - they were very nice. But I also ran into some kid from your school. Griff, I think they said. Somehow he brought back some old and unpleasant memories."

"Oh, Mom, I'm so sorry. Griff is a bully and a loser of the first order. Did he hurt you?"

"No, he never physically touched me. I'll be okay, Orv," Kath said, pulling away. "But I really think I want to change into my uniform. I really want to take a quick shower right now, but the clothes are still in the dryer. Would you be a sweetheart and fold the laundry while I get cleaned up"

Orv's heart sank, since laundry duty would preclude his hoped for session in the closet, but his Mom needed him, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. "Of course, Kath. I'll lay your things out on the bed."

Kath was naked and in the shower in short order. Her goal was to wash away the dirty feeling that Griff had given her; then, with her old folks uniform, she could turn the clock back to before she and Orv had moved to this house, which had so quickly changed her life - or so it seemed.

Washing her hair with vigor, Kath felt her breasts wobbling, her nipples awakening. NO! she told herself, trying to focus on fixing a nice dinner for Orv.

Then she was washing her boobs, and her mind drifted to how good it felt when Orv had held one of them. As her palms cupped her tits, feeling he nipples start to pop, she said out loud, "Stop it! This isn't right!"

Her pussy was another challenge, but in short order, Kath was drying herself off and (barely) succeeding in ignoring the signals from her body. She had washed Griff down the drain. Time to go back to her old life.

On cue, Orv called through the door, "Laundry's done, Kath." He'd missed his chance to watch the show through the mirror, but he was somehow a little glad. With Kath obviously distressed, watching her would not have felt right.

"Thanks, Orv. I'll be dressed in a bit and start on dinner."

"Okay, I'll be working on my homework." And he actually did.

Kath, dressed in staid brassiere, waist high panties, stockings, her old folks uniform and her hair in a bun, walked down the stairs feeling in control again. Sexless, but in control.

On the way to the kitchen, she passed the bar, with the rum and Kahlua still sitting on the counter. She paused, considering a drink, but remembered how that, perhaps, had led to all the other events of last night. No, let's not go there.

Still, she felt a void within her as she worked on dinner. Then the memory of the encounter with Griff intruded, and she started to feel down. Maybe a drink would help her forget. Rum and Kahlua, was that what she'd had last night? The first sip all but burned as it went down, but the taste was smooth, and in minutes she felt her shoulders relax. She hadn't realized how tense she was, then quickly finished the drink. She made another, and could all but feel her muscles go splat.

Orv came down the stairs when dinner was called, holding his breath as he approached the dining room. Then, seeing Kath's stern state of dress, he let it out softly, resigned to the return to normal.

"Care to tell me what happened out there? You seem really down, Kath" he ventured after a while.

"Nothing that I care talk about - just some old memories that bounded to the surface. Not to worry, Orv, I've pushed those back down."

They ate in silence for a bit, then Kath ventured, "Orv, do you think I was dressed slutty when I went shopping?"

Orv tried to process this query quickly, searching for a response that was both reasonable but yet might hold out hope for seeing his Mom in something a little more revealing than her current state.

"I don't know, Kath, I thought you looked fine. Yeah, the shorts might have been a bit short, but you really have very pretty legs. And with the jacket on, you certainly looked proper enough." Not said was how much he missed the chance to see her boobs and nipples through the peasant blouse and nothing bra.

"Thanks, Orv. It seemed like a lot of fellows were looking me over, and - it mostly felt good that they were. But then that Griff character made me feel like an absolute tramp." She took a sip of her third drink.

Orv made a mental note to see what he could do to make Griff's life miserable, but all he said was, "There will always be jerks, Kath, and Griff is one of the worst. But you shouldn't let idiots like that ruin your life. Like I said this morning, you have so much to offer. You shouldn't keep that pretty face in a jar by the door."

The Beatles reference was not lost on Kath, who smiled and replied, "Oh, Orv, I'm not one of those 'lonely people' - I've got you, haven't I?"

"At least 'till the fall," Orv replied, immediately regretting the reference to his departure for college.

Kath's face went blank as she replied, "Yes, there is that ..."

"Well, you know I'll be keeping in touch and coming home when I can." A pause, then, "Tell me about Miss Smith and Mr. Packard."

Kath immediately brightened, and gushed, "Oh, they were so nice! They chased off Griff, then walked me home. Amy seems really sweet; kind and caring; she even offered to take me shopping." Despite her vow to suppress her erotic side, Kath felt her well-hidden nipples stir, although she wasn't sure why.

Orv recalled his view down Miss Smith's blouse and commented, "Yes, she's a very kind lady, and she does dress nicely. Not as conservative as what you're wearing now, but in between Angel's tastes and that outfit."

"I'll see, Orv. Right now, I think I'm going to set on the couch and try to put the worst of the day behind me. Would you mind cleaning up?"

"Sure thing, Kath. Then I'll finish that homework."

Kath settled into the couch with the end of her drink in hand and really felt the dark side of the day slipping away, finally. She'd been putting Biff into the dark recesses of her mind, now she'd do the same with Griff, and her life would go back to normal, especially now that she had her comfortable old clothes.

When the TV came on, she was surprised to see Zhivago on again (she had yet to learn the frustrations of cable repeats). He had just found Lara after his long trek through the snow, and, in her alcohol infused state, she let her emotions mingle with the couple on the screen. She smiled and heaved a huge sigh as, inexplicably, a tear escaped her eye, and she felt a warm glow take over her body.

But then, the stress of the day along with the magic of alcohol and the amazing comfort of Milt's (no, HER) couch fairly quickly led Kath into a dream state.

Orv was actually working on his homework (seeing his mom in her uniform was a real downer) when he remembered Milt's laptop. Having that to write his essays would be a real time saver.

When he opened it up, he saw that there were two spreadsheets open, along with a browser with maybe six tabs, and maybe eight Word documents. Apparently, Milt had closed it down before leaving on the ill-fated weekend without closing all the programs. Orv had aced his IT classes and knew this was not best practice, but who would suspect such an accident?

Orv hovered his mouse over one of the Word documents and saw one labeled "To do," another titled "Insurance appeal," and another called "Phone List."

But the others were more mysterious, with names like "Up," Down," "Side," "Lit 15," "under", and "beach." Intrigued, he clicked on "Up."

When the document opened, Mort sucked in his breath and mumbled, "Oh, my goodness!" There on the screen was an image of a girl leaning over wearing a very loose fitting top; she was facing away from the camera and a little to the side, so Orv had a clear view of both of her boobs hanging down, clear up to her nipples! Amazingly, not much else, aside from those amazing tits, was visible in the image. Orv pulled his lengthening cock out of his shorts.