Pictures of Polaroids Past (Cont.)
Karen let a surprised sigh of disappointment as the voice on the end of the phone disappeared. Lowering the cellular from the side of her head she frowned and wondered if she would indeed ever again hear from the woman. It’s not as if she owed Karen anything in fact, if anything Karen had overstepped her boundaries. Her guilt and anxiety began to grow with every passing moment she didn’t hear back from Brooke. She had began to think she had made a mistake possibly a costly one if Brooke decided to contact someone in the realtor’s board. Thankfully, three days after her initial call on early Saturday morning Brooke’s number appeared on the brightly lit screen of her cellular phone. Rolling over in her bed Karen steeled herself for a possible verbal barrage or the news of the ending of career as answered the call lifting the phone to the side of her head:
“Hello?”.
“Hi…Karen?”. Karen noticed how apprehensive the voice on the other side of the call sounded.
“Yes?”
“Karen it’s Brooke Schultz.”.
“Yes oh…hello Mrs. Schultz, how can help you?”. Karen tried her best to sound as professional and apologetic as she could with her subservient tone.
“First I’d like to apologize for all but hanging up on you the other day, as you can imagine I was taken by surprise a bit by what you said…what you found I suppose.”, Brooke continued.
“I…can imagine.”, Karen sympathized, allowing herself to relax a little as she felt this situation was going better than she had assumed it would have. Sitting up in her bed she hugged the blanket atop her tight to her near nude body.
“And something like that…can be sensitive…y’know…” said Brooke.
“Obviously…of course…I would never…”, Karen interjected.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t Karen. You don't mind me calling you Karen do you?”, Brooke asked.
“No no of course, and Mrs Schultz…”, Karen started.
“Brooke.”
“Brooke, I fully intend to get these back to you, no questions asked. It’s your gift to your husband…”, Karen continued.
“It wasn’t my gift.”, Brooke said sharply, ending Karen’s sentence.
Karen’s brain quickly computed the information it just heard, stupefying her with mortification. She stammered to get her words out:
“Oh I…um…so…uhhhhh…”.
“So…I’ummmm…well…I’ll just come out and say this, how muuuccch did you see?”, Brooke asked sensing Karen didn’t know exactly what to say.
“I…ummmm…alot?”, Karen replied like a soon to be chided child.
“So…then…yeah…ok…so yeah, I lost the fight….and some…other stuff happened…and thossseee…were supposed to be in a landfill…Tim isn’t always reliable in some departments I guess.”, said Brooke. Karen didn’t know what to say, so she nervously let out a half hearted laugh. After a few more moments of silence Brooke continued:
“Michelle was…uhm…in the beginning of our marriage me and Tim had some problems… “.
“Mrs. Schultz you don’t have to…”, cut in Karen but Brooke interrupted her just as quickly:
“Brooke…you can call me Brooke, Karen. You’ve seen more of me than some of my dates have…and me and Tim are fine now, so really…it’s ok…I mean I’m sure you’re curious.”, she said.
“I…can’t say I’m not.”, Karen replied.
“Well, Michelle was Tim’s ex…his first serious relationship from high school…annnndd when I started working a lot…Tim felt neglected…so did I too…it was a very difficult time for both of us…but when I found out I went bezerk…stalked her, threatened her…annnnnddd…she was ready, was all for it. We got into it at her apartment complex…both of us almost got arrested and soooo…we decided this was best. Tim loved the idea and the bitch turned it into some big sexy thing for him, so I…I thought I was losing my husband so I agreed. Hell I wanted it all as much as she did, at this point I wanted to know what this girl had that I didn’t….” Brooke trailed off.
Karen felt she was searching for some sympathy and quite honestly just felt as if she hadn't said anything in some time but, she couldn’t stand not to hear more so she simply said:
“Completely understandable.”, with a dry gulp.
“…It um….got nasty…like nasty nasty…well you saw I guess. Thing was I liked it, well…I hated losing and all that but…everything else I loved…it was, such a…a catharsis is the word, just venting all that steam.”, Brooke went on her voice filling with more confidence.
“I could easily see that, there’s a lot of people I work with whom…it’s competitive field and I’m in it for a reason I guess...”, Karen laughed back.
“Oh…good ok I’m glad youuu...get it I guess…”, Brooke nervously laughed. There was a long pause before Brooke spoke again:
“Can I ask you something Karen?”.
“Sure.”, Karen answered eager to hear the question.
“Did what you see turn you on?”, she asked. Karen actually wasn’t that surprised by the question, she had conceived it was a logical pathway this conversation could had taken so she was ready to answer:
“That’s a loaded question right there, on the one hand if I say no you’ll be embarrassed and offended. If I say yes, well then I’m like some pervert or something spying on you…”, Karen answered.
“Oh absolutely not! No…you did what anyone would have done and…I’m pretty sure your job. No no, I’m just curious…woman to woman.”, Brooke assured Karen.
“Well then, yes…I think really anyone would be, most anyone.”, Karen almost sheepishly answered.
“Right?! I think so!,” Brooke affirmed. The conversation lulled there for a few moments and both women sought to filled the dead space with words, talking over one and other. Both of them being polite women ushered the other to go ahead with their thought until eventually Karen spoke:
“Last time I fought anyone I was like eleven, I think. I shoved some girl in college buttttt…that’s miles away from…,”
“Frommmmm…getting naked annnnd trying to rip her head off?”, Brooke laughed.
“Exactly…frommm…that......soooo this is something you did often?”, Karen’s asked curiosity only sparked further with all the information she was receiving. The more she heard, the more she wanted to hear. She was suddenly aware of how warm her bedroom had become, and how unnecessary the small pair of light blue cotton shorts she felt.
“It’s…something I dooooo…from time to time. Though it has been a little bit at this point.”, Brooke answered.
Karen gulped, Brooke had to be near fifty now there was no way she could serious but the tone in her voice told her she absolutely was with certainty.
“I guess it never occurred to me, that women got together like that, like set up like that… without a reason really… I’m competitive like I said…I used to run in college…so I get it…I think…it was just a bit of a shocker.”, Karen stammered feeling a need to impress the older woman.
“It’s common enough, bored couples usually…people who fight for money sometimes…other stuff.,” said Brooke adding in a little laughter with the last words.
“Oh…stuff again, huh?”.
“Uh huh.”
“So… do you…fight for…stuff?,” Karen asked.
“Mmmm-hmmm”.
Karen stifled a shudder at the response, her mind already starting to wander into fantasy:
“Havvvveee…yooooou gotten a lot of stuff?,” Karen laughed a little struggling to keep up the politely clandestine language. Brooke joined in the laughter:
“I….have…had some stuff taken from me as well….probably fifty-fifty…”
Karen’s free hand slide along the back of her leg, dragging her nails against the ice like smoothness of her calf as she took in Brooke’s words. She struggled to remain reserved, to not appear rude or creepily interested in Brooke’s love life but ever word seemed to drive up the temperature in her body and make it harder to sit still on her bed. Voicing her understanding through wordless noises of agreement she egged Brooke to continue:
“…it’s Tim thing…or was…oh that makes him sound dead…now it’s both of ours. I’m competitive like you said…just comes out in a different way I guess. I didn’t really care for sports growing up, still don't I guess…though football has grown on me...buttttt that's more about the food I think. This is about....proving something I think...to myself mostly...but also to Tim....and yes sometimes...things get...stufffffyyyy...but that depends on the girl...how I feel."
Brooke's casual and jovial natue about all this was very disarming to Karen. At ease, she soon found her wandering hand sliding up to her naked left breast, the appendage running her nail's tops along the skin on the bottom as the blanket covering her slid down off her body.
"I know what you mean....when I ran track in college there was this one girl...she was always with me in the times, I'd beat her then she'd beat be...and it got to be...like...when I won, i was having this little almost orgasm...and she noticed...or knew...maybe it was happening to her too...because she always come congratulate me for...commmmming in first.", Karen said.
The two broke out in laughter, Brooke uproariously giggling and even once snorting which made Karen laugh even harder. As they struggled to contain themselves Karen's memory wandered back to those races, and her nemisis on the track. Her hand now grasped his breast tight, squeeze and kneading the sensitve flesh as she dropped back against her pillows.
"She sounds...funny...", Brooke said her laughter finally calming.
"Oh she was...nice too...", Karen replied as her thumb trailed over her right nipple, flicking it softly while she remembered the lithe and well sculpted black girl. The way her quad muscles would swell and shrink, often in front of Karen as she watched the girl speed off to victory. But she also recalled the times it was her; "showing her ass off" as she liked to call it, to the girl and a small flood of endorphin creeped into her brain.
"Mmmm...I bet...do you think you could have taken her...like in a fight?", Brooke asked. Karen stopped for a moment thinking, actually first considering why the idea had never occured to herself before and answered:
"Absolutely", Karen replied. She wasn't sure but she thought heard a shudder come from other side of the line. She herself had actually supressed one as she imagined herself standing over the short and dark girl, the ethereal woman laying unconcious on the ground as Karen stood with her arms up as Michelle's had been in the photogtaphs she had seen. The image coaxed her hand to trail downwards on her body, making her sigh in deeply.
"Describe her to me Karen, would you?," Brooke asked. The older woman had been paying attention as well and noticed the breathy rasps over the phone line when Karen talked about the girl.
"Well she was short...I'm tall, but she was short by regular standards. A little over five foot...; Karen's hand slid to the hem of her shorts, the tips of her fingers delving below the cotton fabric and tracing along her hip bone.,..."...but god...tight, she was...she went on to be an Olympic alternate, so like that...black girl, great legs...her thighs were...crazy...but not like man-ish...proportioned really well... ", Karen went on, her hand starting to roll her shorts down as she pulled up her legs to help, struggling while keeping the phone to her ear.
"So she had a great ass I guess then?", Broooke giggled.
"Oh yeah...it was like rap video great.", Karen laughed back, kicking her feet to push off her shorts.
"But, you hated seeing it right...at least....in front of you while you were running?
"Totally!," Karen replied as she dropped back against the pillows behind with her hand sliding along the inside of her left thigh, teasing the skin. Brooke chuckled, almost as if to herself:
"The way it swayed back and forth...all those people looking at it...", she coed. Karen's hand drug softly over the soft patch of hair above her sex as she gasped into the mouthpiece of the phone.
"...not looking at yours.", Brooke said very deliberately.
Karen blushed and gasped softly, her middle finger stretching downwards to split her labia. She never ran to look good, she actually hated the girls in high school that did but she also knew she was being watched by men and women alike when she competed and had always found in it a secret turn-on. Her head began to conjure more vivid and realisitc images of her battling the young black girl, then of Brooke finding it to decide on it's opponent. She simultaneously began to wonder if this type of thing was normal or a little odd and found it only turned her on more, Brooke's voice of added encouragement.
"I'm sure you could take her Karen, rolling around on that asphault track.", Brooke went on adopting a faux sultry voice. As goofy as it sounded it drove Karen wild to hear the words coming from her lip. Karen rolled in the bed, her fingers delving inside herself with quickening urgency. Blissfully writhing across her sheet she was suddenly ripped from the throughs by the ringing of her doorbell. Looking at her phone she breathlessly cursed:
"Shit! Shit! Shit!," she cursed whipping her eyes around the bed searching for her shorts, her mind stilled dulled with lust.
"Doesn't take much to prime the pump hmmm?," Brooke giggled.
"No....I...lost track of time...and my pants...oh shit...that's embaressing...I was...", Karen became very self concious even though Brooke was openly giggling. Calming down the older woman breathed in deeply before saying:
"Don't apologize sweetie, what makes you think I had a stictch of clothing on when I called you".
