Every day on her way to work, Willa passed a park where a beautiful woman played with her dog. Willa gradually developed feelings for her, finding happiness in simply seeing her. However, the possibility that the woman might be straight and have a family made Willa hesitant to approach her, so she admired her from a distance.
One day, Willa found the woman sobbing alone in the park. After inquiring, she learned that the woman’s dog was seriously ill. Willa offered compassionate comfort, and from that day on, they became acquainted and eventually developed a relationship that grew into more than just friendship.
There really was something quite lovely about the woman’s legs and bum, clad as they were in the walking trousers she’d pulled on that morning. I stared appreciatively at her as I meandered closer, enjoying the very many ways in which she did it for me. The way her muscles moved under the thin fabric,…
Of course she didn’t. Her head would be full of school and events and socialising and her big house and… Other things. I grinned ruefully and increased my pace. If I were quick I could maybe scrounge a doughnut from Cathy at the front desk. It would be the second best thing about my day.…
“Everything. Everything’s a mess. My life is a badly-scripted pantomime. I hate most of it,” she whispered. She sounded so utterly miserable. Time for some drastic action, then. “Would you like a chocolate?” “What?” she sniffed. “A chocolate. I’ve got a bag of them for emergencies, like for example when I desperately need a chocolate.…
“It’s nice to see you here again,” I said. “How are you?” “Been better,” she gulped. She sniffed, wiped her nose on the hem of her sleeve. “Sorry. Been blubbing like a girl again.” “You want to sit with me for a bit? I’ve got a thermos and some tea today.” “I’d… like that, I…
Her lips curled up slightly but she didn’t answer. She sipped her tea and glanced at me once, then away again. “So what do you do when your daughter is at school and your husband’s at work?” She stared out into the distance. “Laundry. Cleaning. Reading if I’ve got the energy. Visiting the horse. Some…
I was infatuated. I bought a second thermos, and gently coaxed her favourite manner of coffee making out of her. I found the necessaries (a second hand French press from a charity shop was the largest) and I began to arrive prepared. And she would too – a small purple backpack made an appearance; always…
She broke the connection and I stared down at my phone. Then I let out a strangled little high-pitched scream and scampered to my room and frantically began to dig out and assemble the nicest outfit I could manage at such short notice. Tartan featured heavily in the form of a mainly-red knee-length wraparound skirt,…
“So… why are you at a loose end then? You didn’t answer the first bit of that question.” “Mark’s at another company retreat. In St Andrews this time,” she said, matter-of-fact. “I’m never invited along to those; it stopped hurting long ago.” “St Andrews… in Scotland?” “Yes.” “Wow. Talk about a long way away. And……
“You don’t sound like a small town girl from Hampshire,” I said, smiling. She rolled her eyes, “Yes, I know. You can blame private schooling for that. It… rubbed off.” “Ooh, you’re posh.” “I am not!” she exclaimed, flushing. “You sure look posh,” I retorted with a wide grin; she made a face. “Yes… well……
She closed her eyes for a moment. “Thank you,” she said with a strange note in her voice. “Coming from you… wow, Willa. Wow. That’s… wow. Thank you.” I took a breath; sighed it out; I was relieved that she didn’t seem to have taken offence – some girls got awfully weird or angry when…