Steamy Widows

Jody and Maddie had been friends since primary school; together, they'd traversed the hormonal waste-ground of adolescence and young adulthood until fate parted them and they drifted in different directions. Jody had played the Wife & Mother part while Maddie pursued a corporate career, working under a succession of condescending pricks until she finally reached such a position where it was her turn to be a prick. Maddie was flying high, terrorizing her subordinates with glee, when her husband told her he had terminal cancer.

She'd nursed him through his horrible decline and, after the inevitable happened, discovered there was no job to return to. Dispensed with, discarded and deposed, she was forced to entertain the idea that she must start again from scratch. Jody's husband's demise had been more abrupt; a fatal car crash had ended their twenty year marriage. Jody and Maddie had reconnected online and were now once again inseparable bosom buddies, spending many days and evenings together, at home in each other's home.

It was a sunny afternoon when Maddie let herself into Jody's house, called out that she was 'bursting for a whizz' and hurtled up the stairs to tinkle. She examined her forty-five year old face in the bathroom mirror as she washed her hands, sighed and zhooshed the curls in her hair before leaving. She walked across the landing and had placed her hand on the bannister at the top of the stairs when she paused; her brain had registered... something. She frowned, retraced her steps and peeked into her friend's bedroom. Sprawled across the bed, face down and seemingly fast asleep was a very young, almost naked man. He was in fine shape and wearing only a pair of tight boxer shorts. She smiled as she admired his young buns. She imagined her hands running over their curves as she lay under him, welcoming him in as he slid inside her, screwing deep and slow and oh dear god, girl, get a grip. Lately the pair of gently decaying damsels had been comparing how much they were each turning into, as the tik-tok generation would say, thirsty bitches. Maddie shook her lust-filled thoughts away and went downstairs, sporting a very intrigued grin. She found Jody making coffee in her kitchen.

"Jo-jo," she said.

"Mad-cow."

"Any news?"

"About what?"

"Oh, y'know, just anything you want to share."

"Nope."

"No? Nothing you'd like to tell me?"

"Nope."

"Sure?"

"What're you prattling on about?"

"I thought you might like to mention the strapping young man, lying naked on your bed."

"Naked!?"

"Well, he's got his undercrackers on but-"

"I'd forgotten he was here to be honest."

"Oh, naturally, that is something that would slip your mind."

"Since the girls left for uni, I've been so used to being alone, I forgot he was up there."

Maddie nodded, impatient for the full disclosure but Jody was infuriatingly pottering around with mugs and the jug of coffee.

"Jo-jo!!" Maddie shouted in eager frustration.

"What!? What's the matter?"

"Who the fuck is he!? Where'd you get him? Why don't I know about this? How long's it been going on?"

"It's nothing like that, silly cow. That's just Victor. He's David's cousin's eldest boy. Their house is full for the big party so I'm putting him up. He drove over from the island last night, got here this morning, been sleeping ever since. Totally forgot he was there."

Maddie was aggrieved that her salacious bubble had burst but there was still one quibble, "But why is Victor in your bed? Hmmm? There's more to this than meets the eye!"

Jody smiled as they drank, teasing her friend with an enigmatic silence.

Eventually she said, "The spare bedroom wasn't ready. I hadn't changed the sheets since you last stayed over."

Maddie flushed at this, "So? I don't stink, do I?"

"No, but your perfume does. And the hairspray and lipstick on the pillowcases-"

"Alright, alright, I get the point."

They drank in peace for a minute then were both jolted by the shock of an unfamiliar presence. His large, unclothed frame filled the doorway. Both women took a long minute to take in this unexpected sight.

"Um, Aunt Jody? I didn't know where you put my bag and..."

"Your bag?"

The prominent cylindrical bulge in his underpants was occupying Jody's brainspace.

"I didn't wanna prowl around," he explained, idly scratching a torso covered in a sparse mat of soft-brown hair. The admiring ladies were pondering how it would feel to let their fingers trail across his body.

"Your bag? Your bag, oh your BAG. Of course, I'll show you your room."

Jody led him back upstairs then returned a few minutes later to be met by Maddie's lewd, open-mouthed leer.

"Are you wondering what I'm wondering?" Maddie asked, pouring a second coffee into their mugs.

"I daren't ask what you're wondering."

"The big question is," Maddie grinned, "Is... is that a morning glory erection, because he's just woken up or is that his default, resting cock-size?"

"Don't. Don't be crude."

"Don't tell me you didn't notice!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar!"

When Maddie was leaving, as she put on her jacket, she talked in a low voice by the door, "I bet he's got a cute one too."

"Stop."

"Y'know? Cute. Suckable."

"Stoppit, get outta here ya dirty cow."

Maddie licked her lips, looking longingly up the stairs, "It's been so long, since either of us had-"

"Enough! Go on."

Jody pushed her giggling friend out, closed the door and quivered with a mix of laughter and startling sexy thoughts of her own.

Sexy thoughts overflowed over the next few days as the young man's arrival resurrected Maddie's and Jody's dormant arousal. A desire to be desired came frothing to their imaginations. Lying in their lonely beds at night, over-aroused and over twenty miles apart, they rediscovered their red-hot-slut-ness. Maddie's choice of relieving this new found pressure was the buzzing sensations of her vibe; drawing the plastic cock over her lips and clit and plunging in and out in an orgasmic rampage, thinking of his muscular body moving above her, pumping, penetrating deep, withdrawing, plunging, riding, confidently, expertly.

Jody was more sensual, favouring her fingers as she caressed and teased and touched her belly, her thighs, her breasts and her tingling tight nipples until a raging urgent need made her fingerfuck to a very welcome climax; she did this again and again until she reclined, a little sore, gasping and blissful. Before she dozed off, she would smell her sodden fingers and taste her juices, recalling how her David, now gone to where-ever the dead go, used to eat her for hours, until his jaw ached, and they would kiss so she could lick her wet sex from his soft lips. Half asleep, she wondered if the boy would enjoy feasting upon her delicious flavours. She would love to find out.

* * *

There began between the two old friends not a cold war but a cool one. Not a bilateral arms race but a bilateral tits and ass and legs race. Lips were painted diabolical shades, cheeks were rouged, eyes were smoky with shadow, lashes were lengthened.

Jody had her dark, straight hair tidied into a cute bob that showed off her youthful face and Maddie responded with sunshine highlights in newly twirled tresses.

Maddie's skirts became tighter and shorter and Jody retaliated with new low-cut summer dresses that accentuated her hourglass curves.

Maddie scaled up from plain supermarket tights to Pretty-Pollyesque high-gloss pantyhose with patterns designed to draw the eye of all red-blooded men.

After a week of amiable hostilities, Maddie broached the subject at the kitchen table, "Are we competing here?"

Jody laughed, "Silly isn't it?"

Maddie chuckled too, "This is like when we were fifteen and we competed for the attention of Fergal, you remember? He had awful acne, poor kid."

"We thought he was so enigmatic because he had a Yamaha motorbike."

"He runs a carpet showroom in Surrey now. Drives a minivan. I looked him up on the web."

"How's his acne?"

They both laughed together.

"Y'know?" Jody said, trailing a finger down the rose patterns on her friend's expensive nylons, "I always envied you, looking so tall and elegant, like a Vogue model. I'd kill for your long legs. I'm such a short-arse."

"And I always felt awkward and gangly next to you, like a skinny scarecrow. You've got such a pretty face. Big soulful eyes. Blow-job lips. And you got all those lovely-jubbly curves. And these huge melons!"

Maddie playfully molested Jody's jigging breasts and Jody blushed, "Stop lezzing me up, I've told you before!"

They froze as a deep chuckle announced the appearance of the house-guest.

"Victor," Jody said, still being cupped in Maddie's hands, "I'm sorry about this lunatic."

"Don't apologise, I'm enjoying it," Victor said with a roguish eyebrow waggle, "If you want to french-kiss, I won't object."

Jody and Maddie looked at each other. Maddie leaned closer. Jody blushed darker. Maddie got very close then blew a loud, wet raspberry on Jody's neck. There was squealing and laughter.

Maddie sat down with Victor, "We did kiss, once."

"Really?" Victor's smile widened.

"I had a biiiiiig crush on your Aunt in school. At a drunken beach party, I kissed her."

"Mads, stop," Jody said, fiddling around with food in the freezer.

Maddie leaned closer to the boy and whispered, "She always says she didn't like it but... she kissed me back. Definitely."

She winked and nodded sagely.

"You can see, now, she's a beautiful woman but she was just as cute as a button when we were teenagers."

"She's still cute."

Jody froze with a bag of frozen peas in her hand, startled at this open assessment.

Maddie chewed her lip, "Oh, you think so, Victor?"

"Um, yes," he stumbled, "Yes, er, I think your husband was a very lucky man, Aunt Jody."

Maddie was maybe half-hoping he'd be dismissive or even disparaging about her rival but now she was hoist by her own petard as they had a soft, quiet discussion about their lost husbands and how much they were missed.

* * *

A few days later, the trio were lounging with wine in Jody's garden as the sun began to go down over the western roofs. Maddie had had another strained day of job applications so she'd decided to pull out all the stops in her miltary campaign with a figure-hugging, wine-dark dress, patterend stockings and fuck-me heels. As they casually chatted, Maddie would find an excuse to fiddle with the ankle-strap of her high-heels, crossing and re-crossing her legs in an apparently innocent manner.

'Score one to you,' Jody silently fumed at her opponent as she watched young Victor being bewitched by Maddie's slender, nylon thighs, calves and feet.

She told herself that two can play at that game and disappeared into the house. She flounced back out, with her summer dress swishing, carrying a new bottle of vino and sporting a pair of coffee-coloured pantyhose, decorated sparsely with tiny love-hearts. Maddie's eyes blazed like Clint Eastwood's as she politely accepted more wine in her glass. Jody filled Victor's glass, then her own and sat leaning back with her feet up on the table. She pretended to watch the sunset painting the clouds an electric orange as she covertly studied the young man's reaction. She was very pleased to note his rapt attention.

"Feeling chilly, were we?" Maddie said, icily.

"Yes, a bit cold round the ol' tootsies," Jody chuckled, slowly rubbing her feet together.

Maddie watched the boy licking his lips and thought, 'Score one to you.'

Victor had been appointed DJ because neither middle-aged woman wanted to admit that the music they'd love to be playing was from thirty years ago and before he was born. When he stepped back inside the house to choose the next songs, Maddie hissed, "That's not fair! That's not playing fair!"

"Whatever do you mean?" Jody replied, airily.

Maddie leaned closer, whispering furiously, "You're tits, I'm legs, that's the agreement. Sitting there with your trotters on display."

Jody frowned, "You've always said I have lovely feet."

Maddie had to concede, "Alright, alright, you do have perfectly adorable feet but that's not the point. And your plum purple nail varnish looks really good, by the way."

"Thanks. I don't recall agreeing to any territorial concessions in our manoeuvres."

"It was an underhand, sneaky tactic, and you know it."

Jody remembered another tactic she had planned and undid a couple of buttons on the front of her dress to reveal more of her sumptuous décolletage.

"I see," Maddie sat back in a huff, "Bringing out the big guns. I can't compete with those!"

"You can always wear a push-up bra."

Maddie grumbled, "I may have to. You'll plop 'em right out of your dress if you're not careful."

"And if you push your dress up any higher, you'll be wearing it around your neck! Those lacy stocking-tops are gorgeous, by the way."

"They are nice, aren't they?

Victor's return announced a ceasefire and he was met by winsome smiles. Pop music from the twenty-twenties was wafting out of the patio doors.

Maddie's stratagem had been to be very touchy-flirty with the handsome lad, always finding an excuse to touch him lightly on the arm or leg, laughing at his jokes or nodding seriously at his opinions.

She patted his leg as he sat down, "Will you be joining us on friday? We always have a get-together and a bit of a drink on friday nights."

He flashed his charming, cheeky smile, "How is that different to all the other nights you spend together?"

Maddie laughed a little too hard, "Because we don't have a couple of glasses, we have a couple of bottles!"

"And spend saturday feeling like we've been hit by a truck," Jody added.

Victor looked confused, "Well, no I can't, because it's the big family party on friday. And you said you couldn't come, Aunt Jody, because you had an important meeting that evening."

"Ah, well, yes," Jody bit her lip, "I said that... because... I don't like them very much."

There was a tension for a moment then Victor laughed heartily, with Maddie the sycophant cackling along.

He agreed, "They are a bit awful, aren't they?"

Jody screwed up her face, "They play Scrabble!"

Maddie wrinkled her nose in disgust and sipped her wine.

"I ask you," Jody sneered, "Scrabble! And not normal Scrabble, with normal words. They cheat."

"How'd you mean they cheat, Aunt Jody?"

"They use words like sploink and ziggulat and when you challenge 'em they say it's a Mongolian goat-herder's whistle or some shit. Drove me up the fucking wall!"

Maddie watched with horror as Victor laughed more and more at Jody's wine-soaked tirade and thought, 'Score one to you, you busty little sneak.'

* * *

For both women, though, it wasn't just the idea of a lustful fucktoy that was their combat objective but the prospect of intimacy and of maleness, his strong arms holding them, the stubble on his cheek gently scratching their softer skin, a masculine voice, a masculine presence. Jody got the better of her adversary by having Victor live with her; small, unspoken intimacies bonded them. On the evening before Victor's family party, he was sitting on his Aunt's sofa, a film was just beginning and he could hear her happily singing to herself in the kitchen as she made drinks. She carried in a coffee for him and a relaxing herbal tea for herself.

"I wanted to watch this one too," she said, carefully laying down the cups, "You don't mind if I join you?"

"You don't have to ask, it's your house."

"Yes but people need privacy sometimes."

"You're very welcome to join me."

She settled down next to him on her small sofa, quite snug and intimate.

"You're very considerate," he said.

"It's nice to have you here."

As the film progressed, they relaxed more in each other's proximity until Victor was resting his arm on the back of the sofa and Jody had ensconced herself in his snootch. They talked little and their words were soft. Then a terrible thing happened. She closed her eyes.

A loud noise made her open them again. The film had changed to an exploding car with Asian men shouting and fighting. She knew instantly a long time had passed and she'd fallen asleep on him. She was deeply ashamed, feeling he must be contemptuous of the napping old hag sprawled across him.

"God, I'm so sorry," she blurted, struggling to sit up.

"Why? What's wrong?"

She had to push against him to raise her body. His shirt felt damp. She looked in horror at the dark patch of glistening drool on his chest.

"Ohmyfuckingod I'm so sorry," she stood up groggily and apologised over and over, wiping her lips and chin.

Her panic was worrying him but he didn't know what to say.

She asked, "Why didn't you wake me?"

There were many excuses he could've made but he opted for the truth.

"I was enjoying it," he said, simply.

Jody shook her head in disbelief at his kindness and at her own failings. She was convinced he must be disgusted by her. He stood up, stretched and turned off the teevee.

"It's been a year since I was dumped by my girlfriend," he said, "I was enjoying having a beautiful woman snuggling with me."

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and what was left of her dignity crumpled: her eyes were squinty and sleepy, her face all puffy and her hair was in chaos.

"Yeah, beautiful! I look a complete mess," she mumbled.

He crossed the room to her, "It's really alright. Genuinely, it was my pleasure."

He raised his hand slowly and touched the hair at the side of her face, "I like your hair like this, all tousled and wild. Suits you."

He kissed her cheek, "Night, Aunt Jody."

As he started to walk out, Jody said, "Y'know? I'm not really your Aunt. Not really. You're the son of a distant, quite distant, cousin of my late husband. Really we're not related at all. Really."

He came back to her, smiling, and kissed her again on her cheek.

"Night, Jody."

The next evening, as she regaled these events to Maddie over several glasses of wine, Jody noticed a skeptical look on her friend's face.

"Hmm," Maddie said, "And why exactly would you say that to him?"

"No reason," Jody grinned, "Was just pointing it out."

"Hmmmm."

Having no beau to impress (Victor was absent at his party) the two ladies had reverted to informal attire: Maddie was wearing flat shoes, black jeans and a comfy cotton shirt while Jody was slobbing in leggings and a teeshirt with pasta stains down the front. They were on to their second bottle when it dawned on Jody that their battle for the affections of the boy were probably in vain as they couldn't even tell if he liked older women.

"True," Maddie agreed, sloshing the wine around the bottom of her glass, "We cannot read his mind."

"We could read his internet history," Jody chuckled, "That'd tell us a thing or two!"

Jody guffawed at her own implied rudeness but Maddie's face lit up with the idea. She darted out of the room and up the stairs. She came back looking dejected.

"His laptop needs a password," she sighed and flopped back down on the sofa.

They watched trashy shows and joked together until a lull came over them. Maddie looked contemplative and her oldest friend knew her mischievous mind was up to no good.

"Whatcha thinking, Mad cow?"

"I have a cunning plan."

"Oh no, your plans have got us into trouble before."

"Shush, all we've got to do is invent a reason for him turning on his laptop. Easy peasy. Then we've got to get him out of the house..."

"He's here!"

Jody had stood up at the sound of a car stopping outside and was watching Victor paying off the taxi driver then walking up her driveway, "And I do not have time to change."

She looked across at Maddie on the sofa but she'd vanished. Jody found her in front of the hallway mirror, speedily applying lipstick and arranging her hair. Victor let himself in through the door was met by two welcoming smiles. He seemed a bit wobbly and merry and soon joined in with the imbibing of le vin rouge in the lounge.