Human Nature 1-9

by Lea

Chapter 1 – First step

Part 9 – Shadows

I woke up late this Friday morning with the unpleasant feeling of not having slept all night. Nightmares, bad dreams, the sheets are soaked with my sweat and I look forward to only one thing as soon as I put a foot on the floor, a shower.

I feel finally revived when I go out of the bathroom. I find Héléna and girls in the former office turned into a bathroom. Héléna and Sandra inspect each one of the works that have been done, admiring the results even if everything isn't done yet. Noémie, kindly, brings me a coffee.

I am sorry to leave them with all the cleaning which the house needs. But I've got things to do and I promise to make it fast. Unfortunately it's almost noon when I come back. Héléna finishes preparing lunch whereas the girls have fun in the swimming pool. They're right to enjoy it now, the weather is gloomy today. Héléna seems as full of energy as usual. The clouds aren't that much a bad thing. She will be able to finish her bathroom without being tempted to bask in the sun. She wants to finish before Sandra and I would leave. I smile at her awkwardly and ask her if she would need our help for one more week.

Héléna can't hide her enjoyment and accepts immediately my proposal. Héléna can't hide her enjoyment and accepts immediately my proposal. She really is a kind person. It partly relieves me from the shame to beg for her hospitality. With my daughter, this is another story. A heavy silence settles down when I admit to my daughter that her father called us yesterday, and, that we'll stay one more week, till the end of my holidays. Sandra is happy that we stay with our friends. She assures us it's true. It doesn't prevent the tears from rolling down her face and her eyes from being full of misunderstanding and anger.

Noémie is particularly disturbed by the pain of her friend. So is Héléna, even if I see this flash of anger in her eyes again. As for me, I'm ashamed. I'm deeply ashamed to hear my daughter apologize for spoiling the lunch. I'm ashamed not to be able to give her all the happiness she deserves. But as she hugs me and kisses me, as I feel her body squeezing up against mine so strong, everything fades. My daughter grew up. She's a strong and determined young woman. I admire her.

And then there's Noémie, who also sticks herself against me. Or more precisely, she sticks against her girlfriend who is against me. Anyway, I end with both girls on my lap and Héléna who's watching us, a dreamy smile on her lips. My friend doesn't utter a word. She just stares at my eyes while I try as hard as I can to hold back my tears.

In the afternoon, to make the domestic chores helps me to let off steam. This is the first time that I do the cleaning naked. Noémie doesn't complain about my lack of clothes, instead she seems happy to help me while being able to keep an eye on my more feminine parts. Sandra is giving a hand to Héléna. I hear them upstairs laughing at times. Instead of being jealous, I rather feel relieved to hear my daughter getting well.

We all end into the pool in the late afternoon. There are still clouds in the sky and we aren't in the mood to drive to the beach. I'm getting used to the nudity of the girls, almost as much as mine. Still, I can't restrain a shiver when Héléna's skin rubs mine. Our daughters are trying to sink me. I grab Sandra and I give her a very wet and very noisy kiss before throwing her a little further into the water. I grant to Noémie the same treatment. And there I see Héléna with a sulky face. I thought she wanted a kiss from the girls but she comes to me. I'm not strong enough to throw her in the air like our daughters. Anyway, I'm bold enough to plant a kiss on her cheek. Maybe a bit too close to her mouth to see how flushed she is. Flushed but not taken aback, so much so that she returns my kiss while the girls giggle behind us.

Tonight, as the previous nights, Héléna and I we are talking, lain down on the deck chairs. But tonight, the girls join us. Each one jumps and settles down on her mom's belly. How wonderful it is to get my daughter against me, skin against skin, and my hands roaming over her. We keep talking, savoring these tender intimate moments. We also enjoy the sight of each other. My daughter is hardly able to turn her eyes away from her friend's pussy. I must say that, in this position, Noémie's slit slightly opens. My fingers are drawing little circles which extend over my daughter's Venus mound. Besides, in front of us, Noémie's not looking my daughter's face either. It's a bit odd that they stare at each other like this while they both are naked all the day long. My fingers are drawing little circles which extend over my daughter's Venus mount. I see Noémie's eyes focus on my fingertips then. So that's not only my daughter's charms which titillate the little blonde curiosity, but what my fingers will do by coming closer to the bare slit.

But my fingers will play with no clit but mine, tonight. But my fingers will play with no clit but mine, tonight. And to be honest, I'm only able to fall asleep when my little love button begs for mercy. It's been ages since I rubbed myself like this, since I had felt these urges which lead me to such a strong and intense orgasm.

In the morning, Héléna looks happy to already find me in the kitchen. Or maybe is she happy to see I gave up my stretched out tee-shirt. She takes advantage of the situation to press her against me to kiss me hello. Both girls react the same way when they see I'm naked. While I run a few errands, the equipment to finish the new bathroom is delivered.

In the afternoon, I help Sandra and Héléna to get all the equipment and the tools ready for the last bathroom works. A bit later, we all are in the car to go to the beach. Héléna explains me that she would like to finish her room and the bathroom. With our help, it should be done in a couple of days. I'm quite ready to believe her now that I've seen her at work. She thanks me in a little giggle but the very next second, I see a shadow running across her face. She looks so thoughtful all of a sudden. And then I feel her hand over mine. I don't know what she's worried about, but I want to do my best to prevent this shadow from reappearing.

The girls attract new glances when they go to swim their breast in the air. Again, the girls attract glances when they go to swim their breast in the air. But today I noticed two young men who are ogling at them without even trying to be discreet. I don't know if I have to be amused or worried. But as soon as the girls are in the sea, both guys turn their eyes to us. They clearly are watching us, trying to meet any friendly glance from us. Not a chance. Héléna noticed them too and she's grumbling that they definitely are a nuisance. It makes me slightly laugh but when I see one of them being about to get up, I quickly turn my head towards Héléna. She is shaking her head to tell him no. Obviously, that's not enough and the young guy is already walking toward us. And then, I don't really think, but I do what should be done to make him go back to his towel. I kiss Héléna.

I undeniably wasn't thinking when I pushed my lips against Héléna's. First she freezes right then, and, after a couple of seconds, her hand lands on my cheek while her tongue finds her way to mine. I quickly don't know anymore if we are pretending or if she's kissing me for real. I see the guy going back on his towel, angry and disgusted. However, Héléna keeps on kissing me until we realize our daughters are standing before us, stunned, agape. We both blush and stammer an awkward explanation. Their bewilderment gone, our daughters burst to laugh. They don't make any other remark, but it remains a bit of suspicion in their gaze .

Sandra is the first to break the silence that follows. In fact, she finds that it rather is a nice compliment that a young guy wants to flirt with me. At least it should eventually convince me that I still have a great body despite my age. I was so scared she could call me a bitch that I thank her. A second later, I jump on her and roll her in the sand. "Age? What age? What the hell is wrong with my age!?" Sandra begs me to stop tickling her, while, behind, Héléna applies the same punishment to her daughter who mocks us in turn.

Anyway, my daughter marked a point. I was pleased that a guy tried to pick me up. Now, on the other hand, if I wanted another brainless thing who cares about anyone but himself and only himself, I would buy a goldfish this time. Coming back home, later, we all are happy to get rid of our clothes and jump into the pool all naked. It's the first they see me naked since I came back from my morning errands. Looking at their faces, I guess I was right to make a detour to the beautician. When my daughter jumps to my neck, kisses me and says how great I look with no more hairs down there, I'm not guessing anymore, I'm sure and proud of my decision. It's still a bit sensitive but it's worth it.

We all go to bed earlier than usual, chased away from the terrace by the rain drops. In my bed, alone with my hands, I enjoy that strange feeling of my pussy bare skin. It's so soft, so warm, so wet now. I remember when I was as young as my daughter. I remember the discovery of these wonderful pleasures, these unspeakable and dirty tendencies according to my mother. The memories give way to the imagination and I think about my daughter, about Noémie, about their bodies, their fingers, their warmth, their fragrances, their breaths. And that kiss, this strange and so arousing kiss that Héléna gave me. Her lips against mine, the fingers of the girls playing with my pussy, everything mixes in a whirlwind of emotions which drives me into a marvelous orgasm.

The next day, following Héléna's rule about no works on Sunday, we go to visit a medieval city. Less than five minutes that we are in the city and a man with his daughter accost Héléna. She introduces Léon and Cléo to us. Léon worked in the same high school as Héléna. He's a black man rather handsome, approaching his forties. His daughter is nothing but a real gem. She has already run three times around us, just while we say hello. Her almond eyes and her turned-up nose, strengthen a character I already guess roguish. I recognize the reserved side of my daughter in the presence of strangers. Héléna may join us in the conversation, Sandra stands back against me. On the opposite, Noémie is already talking with Cléo.

Héléna hesitates a while so I take the initiative. Two minutes later, it's all settled, we'll spend the day all together. A few minutes later, the girls go round the shops, hand in hand. Through the conversations I learn that Héléna has really raised her daughter alone. Her husband was almost never home and even during his vacation, he had used to first visit his family in Ukraine before joining his wife and daughter. I understand as well that, despite she somehow looks shy and fragile, Héléna knew several times how to fight in her work to defend what she judged to be right. I also take the hint that, even if she's the one who chose to apply for a transfer, it has been all the more quickly accepted as her former head teacher wasn't really willing to keep her in his team.

Léon lost his wife three years ago. It has been really hard for him and for his daughter. Cléo is not yet fully recovered. As for him, he went through a very bad patch, but he doesn't extend to the subject. What amazes me is that although they are both widowed, they have never got closer. Yet they worked in the same establishment, with generally the same classes. But Léon had never met Noémie, he didn't even know that Héléna had a daughter. I remember how it has been easy to become Héléna's friend, so I hardly imagine that she could show so much reserve for her personal life, at work.

While we walk on the ramparts, Héléna takes a few pictures. Sandra looks more comfortable with the camera. Maybe because of Cléo who poses with them. It's hard to make the little one stay still. Cléo is ten but she behaves like an eight or seven years old kid. She's not mean or malicious, but our daughters need to take care that her dress is correctly pulled down or that she doesn't hurt herself jumping from the stone parapets. As for her, Cléo doesn't care in the least that she is exposing her full moon to all the eyes in the surroundings. I even wonder if she's not doing it on purpose by times.

Her father apologizes for his daughter's mischievousness but Héléna comforts him, she's far too cute and funny to bother with what people say. And she's right, this young black pearl knows how to use her eyes, her smile. She knows she is charming enough to keep on acting her own way. But she definitively knows where is situated the border between the boldness and the lack of respect. She never crosses the line and, in her eyes, there's that hint of tenderness which excuses everything. Cléo apparently seems to get along very well with us. I think she indubitably needs some feminine presence.

In the afternoon, we make a break at a bar terrace. Cléo takes me by surprise jumping on my lap. Her father tries to make her get down but she doesn't even hear him. Anyway, I reassure him, it's a pleasure to have his little angel on my lap. But while we, adults, are talking, Cléo squirms and wiggles against me. I soon feel her hands find their way on my thighs to where my dress ends. Fortunately she doesn't go further, but by wiggling on my lap, her dress and mine have been rolled up. Her warm skin against mine is a bit confusing, but she doesn't squirm anymore, she just rubs my thigh with her fingertips. Obviously, this girl is requesting a contact more feminine than just his father's.

On the parking lot of the city, we say goodbye and we make promise Léon to call us whenever he'll come back in the area. Cléo, poor girl, was in tears leaving her two new friends. I give my cell phone number and my mail address to Léon. It still is a bit strange for me to make new friends apart from those of my husband. However, I don't regret it.

In the car, on our way home, the girls are still holding hands. After our day of walking, girls fall asleep coiled in the arms of each other on a deck chair while Héléna and I are still discussing. We talk about the day, Léon and Cléo, her life before. Héléna avoids some of my questions. I don't blame her, I'm particularly bad placed to blame her. I understand, however, that her life hasn't been an everyday fairy tale, despite any pecuniary ease. She talks a bit about her husband and the harm he was able to do to her and her daughter, both by his absence and also when he was present. I listen to her and I put my hand on her hand without really thinking. She's a good woman, no doubt about it, I'm just wondering what is that so extraordinary thing I could have done to be lucky enough to meet her.

Beside us, intimately entwined girls sleep like babies. Their faces are so close facing each other that their lips seem to share a never ending kiss. I turn my head back and look at my hand holding Héléna's hand. And then her face while she's admiring our beautiful daughters. I don't know why. I don't. But I kiss her. Not a long hot kiss, no, but just a proof of the gratitude and the tenderness I feel for this woman became the closest person to me since ages ago.

Perhaps is it the almost palpable surprise and perplexity of Héléna, or perhaps is it the sudden silence which wakes Noémie. Like a dislocated automaton, the little blonde vainly tries to stand up. Héléna catches hold of her before she stumbles. She leads her to her room while I do the same with my own daughter. We both awkwardly wish Goodnight before reaching our own rooms.

Her taste, her savors, that's all I have in my mind while I bite the pillow to prevent from waking the girls again. I cum so hard it's almost painful. A kiss, just a kiss, am I falling back to my teen years to get carried away that much stronger with just a kiss? But I can't fool myself, it's not a simple kiss that anybody would have given me. This is a kiss I gave her, the first kiss I ever gave to someone else than my husband since I got married.

I'm the first one in the kitchen today again. Not that much, Héléna follows me soon after. She doesn't wait I turn to her, she puts her hands on my waist and put a gentle good morning kiss on my neck, just under my ear, and I purr. I'm already out when the girls wake up.

When I come back home shortly before noon, I find everyone in the shower. From a glance at the room, I see that they removed all the furnitures. They even pulled down the wallpaper from the walls. I bought chinese food for the lunch. I do not know why I watch the hot sauce shrimp between the ends of my chopsticks and I notice aloud that it's a very first for me to eat Asian, naked. Of course the three of them burst to laugh. Then my daughter retorts it's a good thing, she wouldn't eat with her father naked beside her... yuck! And Noémie asks if that would bother her only during the meal. Suddenly my daughter becomes crimson and loses her temper calling her friend a cretin. We are all laughing heartily, although I think my daughter's reaction is a bit exaggerated.

We all spend the afternoon cleaning Héléna's room. We are doing so well that we can prepare the walls and floor to begin renovations tomorrow morning. However, we end in a pitiful state in late afternoon. Before I could utter a word, Sandra leads me into the bathroom. She got some coating in her hair and she needs my help to take it off. My daughter doesn't let my hand go until we both are in the tub under the shower. I hear Héléna and Noémie finish storing tools but my mind can no longer focus on anything else but the back of my daughter and her wet hair falling on her ass. I look at my hands covering the back of my daughter with foam. I hear her purr and press against my hands. And yet I still have this strange feeling of being in a dream. I wash her hair until there's no more coating remaining. Then I slide down along her dark mane. The tips of my fingers stroll over her bum, even worm their way between her buttocks. Sandra turns around without warning and this is her slit that my fingertips are caressing now.

I don't make any more slightest gesture. I stay, amazed, watching her hands reach my belly and go up onto my breasts. My skin is covered with foam but I don't need to see her fingers to feel them tease my nipples. I should stop her. I've got to stop her. But before I could make a move, Sandra puts her head on my breasts and hugs me tight. I don't know what to think. What does she want from me? Again a whirlwind of thoughts, images and sensations dance in my head. Sandra then kiss my chest and an electric shock makes me come back to earth. Sandra finishes rinsing and leaves me breathless and still shocked in the tub.

A little later, girls are playing in the pool while we set the table for dinner. They are playing with the ball but they raise their voices. It seems that tensions are rising and before we could interrupt them, Sandra suddenly screams. She received the ball smack in the face and her cheek is already starting to redden. In my daughter's eyes, I know she will again lose her temper. "Ho okay, it's nothing, maybe that's because I'm a cretin. Do you remember? "

It's the first time our daughters have a fight. And I really don't like that. Sandra is taken aback too. Noémie clenches her fists, her face is crimson. She seems on the verge of bursting into tears but Sandra is already facing her. I fear they are going to fight for good, but instead, my daughter begs her friend to forgive her and kisses her on the mouth.

Héléna and I are staring them, agape. Noémie doesn't wait to kiss my daughter back. We stay watching them, stunned, for a whole minute or so before the girls, finally, come unstuck from each other. "For a first, that's a first" Beside me, Héléna is as amazed as I am, but, oddly, none of us make remarks to our daughters. We let them regain composure and their breath. Going back into the house, we hear them apologizing profusely. No comment on what happened is uttered while the dinner and we wait till they fall asleep on their deck chair, tonight again, to talk about it.

Héléna is the first to tackle the subject. I just don't understand if she worries about what happened or about what I think about what happened. So I admit her straight out that I know not at all what to think and even less what we should do. In fact, I feel like we should wait and see. After all, maybe it was just the emotion of the moment, an accident. Héléna looks relieved but doubtful at the same time. To tell the truth, so am I.

But later, in the privacy of my bed, their kiss haunts me. And even when I reach that dazzling orgasm, it's still their image that accompanies me until the early morning. Nobody is yet awoken when I close the front door behind me. I thought I could come back earlier, but it's almost noon when I find them in the pool.

Upstairs, I'm amazed to see that they already finished painting the walls. The peach colored concrete imitation is absolutely gorgeous. Héléna looks surprised to see me coming into the kitchen to prepare the lunch. I guess the surprise is because of my dress still on me. Anyway I make her smile again by kissing her hello.

In the afternoon, I take care of the housekeeping chores while they start to lay the floating parquet. In the afternoon, I take care of the housekeeping chores while they start to lay the floating parquet. When they are done, I invite them to the restaurant. "Something to celebrate?" Héléna looks a bit suspicious, but the girls already run into their room to put something on. Héléna is a little embarrassed but I don't give up, I really want to go out with them.

I watch the girls walking before us. They look like two sisters. The both wearing short skirt and a sleeveless thin top. Not the same clothing color , not the same hair color, not the same figure, and yet to see them holding hands, strolling in the shopping street of the seaside village, they seem so much close to each other that they look like sisters. So naturally I wonder what, Héléna and I look like, two sisters too or a couple. Héléna walks closer to me, and we continue to stroll arm in arm, as much related as our daughters.

We stop at an artisan jewelry store, Héléna wants to offer to the girls that necklace which caught their eyes. I have to admit that necklace is really pretty. Both girls fly into the arms of Héléna to thank her with a big noisy kiss. The saleswoman is amused to see the spontaneous reaction of our daughters. "They're so cute, you're really lucky. Are they... Are you...?" Nervous, I quick answer that we are sisters. Instantly, Héléna's arm gets out of mine and the seller looked at me with an incredulous smile. I don't know what suddenly made me so anxious, why I react like that. I just know my overreaction disappointed Héléna.

We arrived late at the restaurant, but the waiter immediately reassures us. There is no problem, Alain and I are good customers then our table at the upstairs terrace awaits us. I'm more than surprised by the manager's memory, it has been quite a while since Alain and I didn't come into this restaurant. In addition we have never had our table, at least not that I can remember, and, never on this terrace with these exceptional views of the rocky coast.

I curse my husband even more as this table is wonderfully romantic, a little away from the rest of the restaurant. I wish I could enjoy it with Héléna but my friend remains distant and tense. I don't like that. At least the girls are enjoying. I try to put my hand on Héléna's, but she withdraws hers immediately. Of course she smiles, she participates in the conversation, but I feel her worried, pensive.

By leaving the restaurant, the manager comes out to wish us the best evening. I thank him, but he takes my hand and stares at me straight in the eye, he assures me that I'll always be welcome in his establishment. I thank him for his kindness without really understanding why this invitation seems so important to him. This question bothers me for a good part of the evening. At least until Héléna takes my hand in hers. And then all my worries disappear. She's still not relaxed, but in the smile she addresses me, I read she wants to move on.

I spend a bad night and when I get home at noon the next day, Héléna and the girls just go out of the bathroom. Sandra leads me into Héléna's room and I am amazed. They just finished the works and the result is simply stunning. Sandra tells me that this afternoon Héléna wants to go into town to finish furnishing the bedroom and its ensuite bathroom. Of course we'll go with her to give a hand. I just need a little time to rest. Sandra kisses me, too happy to participate the works till their end. When she hugs me I can't help but moan in pain. The three of them stare at me, but it's no great deal, I just stupidly hurt myself yesterday. I didn't fully open the trunk of the car and I bumped into the door turning around. I only got a bruise on my ribs.

When I join them a little later for lunch, Héléna gives me a questioning look. I try to smile but the trick isn't successful. Sandra asks if we go to the beach after the shopping. Reluctantly, I rather avoid the beach today, but they still may go for a swim without me.

Our daughters don't let go each other's hand all the afternoon long. Their close relationship doesn't go unnoticed. So much so that in a shopping arcade, a woman with her snotty-nosed boy look daggers at them. Girls don't care but the shrew lets out a clearly audible sigh and keeps on grumbling in a venomous tone. Girls don't care but the shrew lets out a clearly audible sigh and keeps on grumbling in a venomous tone. Fortunately we go into a store before the girls get carried away.

But when we bump into them again in the bedding department, she lets out another growl. Our daughters surprise me, they just keep walking without even give a look. But a few meters further, they stop and, in front of the embittered woman and her stunned kid, our girls kiss eagerly. The harpy come within a hair's breadth of apoplexy while we urge the girls to pass their way. It amuses us, of course, but at the same time, I see resentment and regrets too in the eyes of Héléna.

She also looks worried when we part on the parking lot of the hypermarket. I am very tired tonight, after all it's been two weeks since we didn't make a break. Not the kind of pace I'm used to. Another bad night and this morning the sun is already high when I wake up. I even hear deliverymen installing the furniture in Héléna's room when I put a foot on the floor. I am sipping my coffee when they leave the house.

We all go upstairs to admire the wonderful result of the renovations. Héléna, moved, thanked us in a quavering voice for the assistance we have given her. Our friend opens the arms and together we all squeeze each against the others for a big collective cuddle. I like the tenderness and the warmth of those little moments of intimacy. But I feel a little discomfort when Noémie buried her head against my chest. I make a step back, the uncomfort turns into a twinge.

For a brief moment I get the sensation that a wasp stung me. I shake my shirt to let the wasp go but the twinge turns into pain. I panic to have a beastie stuck in my clothes. Amused at first, I see the other three are worried while I'm bustling like crazy. Then I see fear in their eyes. I don't understand, don't they see that damn beastie? And why is it so shadowy and blurry all of a sudden? A cloud outside probably. Ha hey... no... actually, I am falling down.