Unspoken Pleasure

By now both of us were in tears again and back in each other’s arms. After a little while she pushed me away, but only far enough to look into my face with a tender smile. “Yes, my darling girl, I do forgive you for whatever unintentional part you played in all this. I hope by now you know I’m always here for you?”

I nodded and she continued, “Well now I know you’re always here for me too! After all this, what could ever drive us apart?”

I nodded in agreement and smiled, “You’re right, mother, nothing ever can.”

But needing to dash, I eyebrowed her a question, she gave me a nod of permission and I gave her another quick hug and kiss on the cheek before I hurried up to my room and rifled through my closet, all my attention suddenly on my… what to call it… evening? Date?

I tried to find something to wear that didn’t suck. What to wear on my date? If it even was a date. Was it a date? Or was it just two friends going to a movie?

Time being my enemy, I didn’t have time right now to analyze what it was or wasn’t and focused on what to wear. I decided to stick to the more provocative style I’d been wearing since my transformation. A short tight plaid skirt that hugged my ass, dark beige thigh high stockings and a white blouse. My hair wasn’t perfect, but a quick brush and it would have to do.

I quickly texted Megan:

Mistress Megan,

I talked to Mom. I think we are cool if that is possible after today. Could you please check on her. She knows about you and me.

Pet Jenny

Megan texted back while I was in the car with my Mom:

Pet Jenny,

Oh my… she knows. How is she taking it?

Meg

I typed back:

Mistress Megan,

Fine… I think. I just think she needs an adult to talk to. An adult who understands all this stuff.

Pet Jenny

She responded:

Will do, sexy.

Meg

We drove in silence to the theatre while I texted. Once I put my phone away, Mom asked, “Who were you texting?”

“Mistress Megan,” I admitted.

“Mistress,” she repeated, still attempting to come to grips with what she had done, “I can’t believe how many times I’ve heard or said that word today.”

“Tell me about it!” I joked, before warning her, “I asked Mistress to check on you.”

“You did?” she asked, instantly going red.

“Yes, she can help you sort out all your feelings like she did for me,” I explained.

“But she’s the one who seduced you,” Mom pointed out. “She started all this.”

“What she did was open the door to who I am,” I corrected. After a brief pause I added, “Plus, although she is a Mistress and my Mistress, she is first and foremost a wise and compassionate woman. Promise me you will talk to her if she comes over or invites you over. Believe me, you’ll thank me for it.”

“Ok,” she agreed reluctantly.

At the theatre, Mom smiled. “Call me if you need me to pick you up.”

“Will do,” I smiled and gave her a quick hug, like I’d always done. “I love you, Mom.”

“Love you, too.”

I watched her pull away and as my attention went from my Mom to seeing Ashley in a minute my anxiety grew. Considering all I had done the past little while, plus the fact that Ashley and I had already had sex, albeit under strange circumstances, I was incredibly nervous. I entered the theatre and saw she was already there. She too had on a short plaid skirt, hers with black stockings and a pink blouse. She looked so adorable, so sweet and yet so sexy. I could never get over how tall she was even though that was one of the things I liked about her. I felt a chill go up my spine just looking up at her. I could tell though, that just like me she was nervous.

I walked over to her and she handed me a ticket. “I got here early to make sure we got tickets,” she said, handing it to me.

“Good call,” I replied, before adding wittily, “great minds think alike.”

“What? How?” she asked, confused.

“We could be fashion twins,” I joked.

“I wanted to try to pull off what you’ve been doing lately,” her words and even her tone flattering.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, that you did,” I confirmed, “you look adorable.”

“As do you,” she returned the compliment.

“Then it’s settled. We both look adorable. You’re a fashion horse and I’m a fashion pony.”

“Agreed,” she laughed, her smile so radiant. “We’re two hotties.”

“Damn right,” I laughed. “Now let’s go get some snacks.”

I realized that conversation had been trivial, even trite start to finish, but it had broken the ice: neither one of us was nervous any more.

We waited in line and talked about cheerleading and the upcoming State competition in three weeks. Ashley flattered me, “I can’t believe how quickly you learned all our routines.”

“Well, Miss Hopkins scares me. She’s a drill sergeant.”

“True, but she has a heart of gold underneath that bulldog exterior,” Ashley pointed out.

I wasn’t so sure about that, but if Ashley said so I could wait and see. So I just complimented her back. “And you are the silent leader of the group.”

“Not really,” she said, uncomfortable with getting praise.

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Seriously, this group would be lost without you. You’re the loving mom of the squad.”

Suddenly there was silence as on a daring whim I made the first move by grabbing her hand almost by accident and in case I had any doubts if this was potentially more than a date it became obvious by the nervous awkwardness of the moment. We were both really tense.