The black fellow’s incident mellowed her somewhat. We started talking, but barely enough. Most of it was from my side checking on her well-being, and then she started to respond, and we shared greetings every day.
Eventually, the soft side of a girl started to show, and I did not shun her in any manner. In fact, I overlooked the past hostilities and resolved to start afresh.
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Zoe was aware I had taken some martial arts training. In a city like Manchester, it made sense to keep your defenses in place.
She asked me, after that incident, once, “Can you train me.”
I welcomed the idea. But I encouraged her differently, “Certainly. But I am not at a trainer level. But I tell you what, let’s start working out together, and I will take you through the basics I know. It will build your energy, and once you want to take it up a notch, we will enroll you in a formal trainer.”
Zoe smiled approvingly. A rare smile, it made me realize what a beautiful, normal girl she was. I smiled back.
Zoe was a pretty girl with a good height of five-six, but she was so lean, it felt like she was underfed. Her face was a lovely oval, and her deep green eyes were her most distinguishing feature. Her mid-length hair was mostly messy, but now that she was clean, it looked nice. I’d have loved to ask her to let them grow longer, but I never thought she would listen.
We started working out together. I took charge of feeding her as well. I changed her diet to some good protein-rich home food along with greens. We started by running every morning. Every evening we did exercise at the home gym.
Valerie incidentally was also good at looking after her health, and she had set up a small home gym on the top floor, along with a good jacuzzi and a nice big bathroom.
David, as a top-tier surgeon, was earning very well and had very few garish habits to spend on. The house was very modern and well-decked. For a small family of three, it often felt to me like an uninhabited castle, unusually quiet. It was a good thing we were in a gated community, all the twelve houses were that of doctors, all similar.
I had convinced Zoe that before getting on to martial arts, she should build up her stamina and strength. The jog every morning, and exercise four days a week, were fantastic rejuvenation for her. In a couple of months, she looked a lot better and had put on a little weight. She had shrugged off her drug habit like a hot potato. She looked great and felt good about herself.
I never let her work out on weekends. I told her, “Girls are supposed to enjoy their weekends.”
I nudged her to go meet friends, but she avoided that always. Every weekend she hung around at home. I found out that all her friends were either users or drunks. She was keen to shun their company and move ahead in life.
I changed my work schedule to ensure I was home on weekends. I found time to spend with her. She appreciated that I was going out of the way for her. We started to feel close.
I coaxed her to start college, but she was very apprehensive about that.
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Zoe was upset with me that I had been delaying the start of her martial arts training. I had kept it delayed for a reason. I wanted to check on her commitment first. I was satisfied.
In the spring of that year, we decided to pick up our training a notch. I have a blue armband in Muay Thai. I took charge of teaching her basics first. Muay Thai is a contact sport, and it requires a lot of commitment, physically. At thirty-six, I am not as fit as I used to be, but I could still kick an ass or two, as I had learnt a couple of months earlier.
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Before the incident with the black dude, I had been married to David for over a year and maybe spoken with Zoe for less than a hundred words.
A couple of months after that day, we were tight as sisters. I would have liked to believe that our bond was somewhat maternal in a way but we were covering too much distance of lost ground fast.
I discovered that despite her tough-nut persona that she tried hard to project, she was a softy at heart; despite having a cool, kickass personality, she had never gotten laid; even though she said that she hated her parents, she craved immensely for their attention.
‘If only she knew what I knew about her parents,’ I thought.
Of all the people, David was the happiest with the turn of events. She was well beyond showing small changes in her personality, towards her love for life.
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Six months later, Zoe was fit as an amateur fighter, well into her own. I wonder sometimes how little it takes for one to find strength from. Zoe had gained as much from the physical training as she did from knowing that someone in the world cared for her.
Over the last few months, our simple greetings of a good morning, good evening, and bye changed into a short hug, usually just a short sideways shoulder hug, or a hand on the arm – a soft touch worked remarkably in bringing us closer.
From the time we started to train together, I had increased the hugs. I hugged Zoe many times a day – while greeting her in the morning, afternoon, or evening, welcoming her back from her room, rewarding her for an accomplishment during a jog, during a workout, after a workout, and such.
My objective was to make her feel important, feel loved, and I had somewhat succeeded in that. The reason I felt so because eventually, I got Zoe hugging David as well. The bond among us was growing.
Before we started training for Muay Thai, we would work out together and often change in front of each other. When we trained there was a lot of contact between us. I ensured that she was comfortable with that.
On her twentieth birthday, I gifted her a packet of three dildos. All modest sizes. Zoe gushed and was embarrassed to even say thanks to me.
I laughed it off and told her, “Tell me later which of them makes you happiest.”
Later that evening, all three of us went out for dinner to a fancy restaurant and we thoroughly enjoyed our evening out.
It was there, at the restaurant, that David and I gave her the formal gift. David handed her keys to her new car – a fancy Land Rover. David had organized for the car to be parked beforehand at the restaurant.
The momentary argument between me and David, if she should have a sports coupe or a sturdier land rover was not much of an argument, to be honest.
Zoe felt genuinely surprised and thanked David and me for the car. Later that night, before going to sleep, Zoe gave me a slight nod, signaling for me to come see her in her room.
I changed out of my dress, got into a nightie, and pulled a gown over. “I’ll join you in a bit,” I told David and went to see Zoe.
I had no idea what she wanted. I knocked on her door once, as I usually did before entering. It was just a heads-up kind of thing.
Zoe looked happy and giddy. She smiled when she saw me and opened her arms for me to get in.
I joined her on the bed and hugged her. She kissed my cheeks and thanked me. “Margaret, thank you for everything. Everything,” she emphasized.
I knew what she meant, but instead of replying, I just hugged her tight.
After a deep long hug, she said, “You know, compared to the car, your gift seems better.” I pulled back from her hug and looked at her face, giving her a cheeky smile. She blushed.
“I have to ask you something. Please say no, if you feel uncomfortable.” She asked me hesitantly.
“Anything, Zoe. What is it?” I asked, concerned.
“Can I call you Mom?” she looked down as she said that.
I was so overwhelmed by the way she said it that I hugged her tight. We both didn’t say anything for a long while. Both of us had misty eyes, and when I did pull back, I looked at her in the face, and kissed both her cheeks and then her forehead, telling her, “I shall be most delighted if you call me Mom.”
We hugged again. She said, politely, “Thank you.”
This was a young vulnerable girl who got won over by compassion, caring, and love. I was just working my way up to her heart, and she seemed to have won mine.
I had come to realize over time, Zoe was chattier than I had known her to be earlier. We talked about various things all the time, messaged during the day, and we were always talking over dinner as well.
Breaking a long silence, I asked her, “Wanna give one a try?”
We both burst out laughing and bounced on the bed and fished out the box from the drawer next to her bed.
Giggling, she took each one out in her hand, astonished at their sizes, and their functions.
The dildos were of fine build quality and came in nice packaging. Zoe chose first, and from the remaining two, I picked one. We cleaned them with wipes before dousing them in lots of goop.
Zoe shucked her panties first. Her slip-top was too tiny to reach her pussymound anyway.
I opened my nightgown and pulled up my nightie. Then I dragged my panties off.
Not the first time we had seen each other naked. We were now accustomed to seeing each other without clothes. Usually changing, or entering our respective showers, mostly after we had trained together.
Prodding Zoe to go on, I switched on mine, which had a vibration feature. I slowly rubbed it on my pussy and looked toward her.
I left mine on vibration mode and let it stimulate my pussylips. Zoe had picked one that would penetrate and pump inside her pussy.
I saw her open her small, tender, tight pussylips and let the dildo enter. The pink of her lips opened up as the dildo went in. Her mouth opened in bliss as the dildo gained inside her.
I decided it was time for my friend to go in as well. I let it stay on vibrate, and let it slide inside. It had been a while since I had a dildo make love to me. A welcome change, I thought.
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