“Oh, I don’t know, a few weeks maybe,” Deborah said warmly as she sat down.
“Much too long,” Chelsea said with a shake of her head despite her smile. “Would you like some tea?” She asked with a tilt of her head.
“If you’re going to have some then yes please,” Deborah replied, knowing that Chelsea always drank tea in the morning, or any time of the day for that matter. Chelsea smiled knowingly and whisked off to the kitchen.
“So how is Jason doing?” Chelsea, hidden from view, called from the kitchen, her voice carrying easily through the open house. Deborah tensed up, almost jumping as her friend instantly broached the topic she had been planning to discuss. However, Deborah had wanted to ease into things more slowly than this. Quickly smoothing her jeans, which did not have any wrinkles in them, she realized her friend was waiting for a response.
“Oh, Jason is doing well!” Deborah called back, uncertain if there was a hitch in her voice. “He’s been busy studying for finals coming up; such a smart boy,” Deborah added more quietly with motherly pride.
Chelsea came out of the kitchen carrying a teapot and a tray with everything else the two women might want to go with their tea, even some nice biscuits.
“I keep trying to get Jimmy to study more, but the boy always insists he has studied enough, then, after he’s ‘done’ he pesters me for attention and some help,” Chelsea said with an exasperated shake of her head.
Deborah tilted her head; she hadn’t helped Jason with his homework in years besides reading over his papers for some grammar mistakes. “How do you help Jimmy?” Deborah asked curiously as Chelsea took a sip of her tea.
The question seemed to surprise Chelsea as she almost choked on her own tea. Deborah swore a blush suffused her friend’s cheeks and her eyes had widened slightly in alarm. But when her friend stopped coughing, she smiled good-naturedly. “A little too hot for me yet, I think” Chelsea said with a quiet voice still a little hoarse. After a few breaths she stepped around the question. “But oh yes. I just help Jimmy organize his notes and… stay focused on what is important,” Chelsea said with an assuaging smile. Deborah smiled back after a second.
The two mothers continued to catch up, talking about this and that, but their sons kept coming up. After a while, when there was a lull in the conversation, Deborah felt it was her time to broach the subject of her and Jason’s new relationship. With a polite clearing of her throat, Deborah looked to her friend.
“Chelsea?” The blonde mother turned to face her and raised a quizzical eyebrow as she sipped her tea. Deborah licked her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat. “You would agree it is a mother’s responsibility to help her son with everything she can, right?” Why was she starting off with such an awkward question like that!? Ugh!! Deborah berated herself in her head.
Chelsea looked at her with a slight frown, not seeing where this was going, but she nodded slowly and tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “Yes… There isn’t anything in the world I wouldn’t face to help James,” she said seriously, using Jimmy’s full name instead of his nickname.
“Exactly!” Deborah said eagerly before sitting back on the couch, not realizing she had been leaning forward. She shifted her legs. “Well… the other day Jason and I were watching a movie together…”
“Ooooh which one?” Chelsea interrupted with a warm inquisitive smile.
“The princess bride,” Deborah returned with a wry smile. “One of my favourites.”
“A classic,” Chelsea agreed with an approving nod.
“Yes… well anyways,” Deborah carried on, her hands unconsciously making a hurrying motion. “Jason was giving me a foot massage…” Deborah paused to look at Chelsea who only nodded her head for Deborah to continue. Deborah took a breath. “And I got a little scared by one of the scenes and I… well I kicked him in the groin,” She finished meekly, looking to her friend.
“Oh no!” Chelsea gasped in a whisper, concern coming to her eyes. “Was he alright? Did you kick him hard?” She added on, leaning forward in her own chair now with curiosity.
“No-no. He was okay…. I made sure to… Check on him.” Deborah said with a level look at her friend.
“Oh,” Came Chelsea’s short reply; her face gave little away. “A good thing for you to look. You never know what might be wrong and boys never like to admit when something is.” Deborah let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. She was so grateful that Chelsea didn’t stick her nose up at her checking out Jason’s junk. If she had, Deborah didn’t think she could go through with the rest of the story.
“Yes… well I did check on him, and everything seemed to be in good order…” Deborah began, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks as she tip toed around talking about her son’s cock and balls. “But ummmmmm…. Well Jason got a little… excited from my… motherly ministrations…” Deborah looked to Chelsea’s face, but it seemed it was carved out of stone. Her friend sat stiffly in her chair, and she had a guarded look on her face.
Deborah swallowed, unsure if she should carry on. But her friend had been understanding about her checking Jason out for health reasons. Surely, she wouldn’t shame a boy his natural reaction to a pretty woman handling his junk- so what if that woman happened to be his mother. Deciding to push on, Deborah cleared her voice.
“Mhm… well, he got excited and… he ummm… came,” Deborah finished lamely, her hands in her lap and her vulnerable eyes seeking out her friend. She was terrified sitting there; her stomach roiled and her leg tapped the floor with nerves. Terrified that Chelsea would call her a whore, or a terrible mother. From Deborah’s perspective, Chelsea seemed to have a thousand thoughts racing through her head as well. She didn’t really meet Deborah’s gaze, and she kept adjusting her perfect bun.
“I see,” Came Chelsea’s quiet reply as she tucked a few hairs back into place. “That seems like a natural reaction for a boy to have.” She added after a heavy, silent pause.
Immediately, Deborah felt her heart soar again. Oh, this was why she and Chelsea were such good friends! She could trust her with almost anything. No! She could absolutely trust her friend with everything- Chelsea had just proven it.
However elated Deborah was at not having her friend ridicule her, she noticed that Chelsea was fingering the golden cross necklace lying between her cleavage; she only did that when she was very nervous. Suddenly, Chelsea looked at Deborah directly, her eyes like lasers pinning her in place. When she spoke however, her voice was barely a whisper as she asked a fatal question. “Have these… motherly ministrations… happened again?”
Deborah swallowed, her heart suddenly beating in her ears and her palms sweaty. She wiped her hands on her jeans as she licked her lips, her eyes flicking between Chelsea’s burning gaze and anything else in the room she could find. Finally, settling her soft brown eyes on her friends swirling hazel ones, Deborah nodded her head quickly in admission. Whatever she had been expecting, she wasn’t prepared for Chelsea’s reaction.
“Ooooooooh. Debbbbbbb!” Her friend cried out with emotion as she suddenly started bawling. Deborah sat back with surprise, but then quickly rushed over, holding some tissues out that she grabbed off the coffee table as she sat down next to Chelsea and began rubbing her friend’s back. Chelsea gratefully took the tissues and blew her nose into them loudly as she cried again. “I’m so sorry Deborah… I’ve been a terrible friend…” Chelsea continued to bawl as she grabbed more tissues.
“No-no… You haven’t done anything wrong sweetie,” Deborah cooed gently as she rubbed her friends back, trying to calm her but thrown off by her friend’s reaction and dumbfounded as to what Chelsea could have done to feel like a bad friend.
“But I haaaaaave!” Chelsea wailed as she threw her arms around Deborah’s neck and sobbed into her shoulder. Deborah pulled her friend close and hugged her, their full bosom’s molding around the other’s chest again as Deborah let her friend release her emotions. After a few minutes, where Deborah cooed soothing words, Chelsea’s tears slowly stopped.
When her sniffling started to ebb, Chelsea pulled back, her swirling, clear blue eyes red-rimmed and all puffy from her tears. Deborah smiled warmly and gently dabbed away a leaking tear. Chelsea smiled and gave a half-hearted chuckle that ended in a sniff.
“Look at me,” she said jokingly, pointing out the tear stains on her own shirt. “Look at you!” She added, pointing to Deborah’s much worse off blouse.
“Oh, don’t you worry. Tears don’t stain Chelse.” Chelsea smiled, but then her face grew serious.
“I haven’t been entirely honest with you Deborah…” Her friend began, looking away from her. “I…I was so afraid it would ruin our relationship… But after you being so brave and telling me about… what happened between you and Jason, I feel so guilty.” Chelsea looked back up at Deborah, a plea for understanding written all over her face.
“It’s okay Chelse. I never said you had to tell me everything all the time when we became friends,” she said, trying to lighten the mood with a joke. Chelsea gave a weak smile, appreciative of the effort.
“Well… I wanted to tell you so bad. No, I NEEDED to tell you, but I was too much of a coward,” Chelsea said bitterly. Deborah patted her arm, grabbing her hand and squeezing it in support.
“You’re not a coward Chelsea!” Deborah said insistently, then added more softly. “You can tell me anything. Now, or in a week, or in a few years… Whenever you are ready,” Deborah said with as encouraging a smile as she had. Chelsea’s lip quivered as she smiled.
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