A couple of months later my mom, Barb and I were scheduled to run our first half marathon. We'd been training up from our usual 10k runs and felt confident we could complete it. I was burning up the runs with a pace of 8:30 minutes per mile while mom and Barb were getting it done at about 10:00 minutes per mile.
The race was on a Sunday in downtown Portland. Barb insisted we stay the night at her place and walk to the start line at Waterfront Park less than a mile away. That sounded good to us so we headed over there Saturday afternoon.
Barb had gotten everything put away and even added a few of her own touches to her new place. We had lunch watching the boats glide along the Willamette just below the massive windows in her house. This was probably the fourth time I'd been there since she moved and I was beginning to fall in love with it. It's so convenient to mass transit and has a great view.
We took a stroll down along Waterfront Park after lunch enjoying the warmer than normal Spring day. There were walkers, runners and all sorts of people doing as we were doing enjoying the sunshine. We didn't want to go too far for fear we'd expend too much energy and fall short of our race goals the next day. We cut our walk short then headed back to the house.
Mom decided to watch a bit of television. I grimaced as she picked up the remote and began surfing. I looked over at Barb and she winked at me. Luckily, the adult channels were way down the list. Mom stopped on a cooking channel and binge watched the rest of the day. Barb and I played board games and gossiped as the television lulled mom to sleep.
Once we heard her snoring Barb whispered, “I saw your look when your mom grabbed the remote, kitten. Not to worry. I took care of it. How did that other thing go?”
She rolled the dice then looking at me for an answer.
I whispered, checking mom as I did. “It went okay. He did exactly as you said. Didn't want this, didn't want that and still didn't, umm you know what with me. I was a bit perturbed you might say.”
“You didn't make him go first like I said?” She had that disappointed look to her. I immediately felt I'd let her down.
“No, I caved. I promised myself it wouldn't happen again and it won't.”
She looked at me with a hint of doubt. “Well, I hope it doesn't. Thanks for being honest with me, kitten. I'm glad you tried and I know it will work out for you next time.”
She placed her hand over mine. I shivered a bit with her touch and could feel my heart race a bit just before she removed it to move her board piece. It's strange, she's touched me a billion times and it never felt like that. I shrugged it off to my mood and let it go.
We finished the game when she got all her pieces across the finish line. I whined about her winning all the time then I put it away. We remained quiet so mom could sleep. Barb made sure she was comfy. She placed a light blanket over her and tucked her in. She'd been dealing with a few problem cases and had been keeping odd hours over the past two weeks. Barb and I talked a bit more in whispers about a few things none of which had anything to do with sex. Mom woke up about four o'clock wondering where the time went. We laughed at her then discussed what to do for dinner. Pasta was the unanimous choice since we were running 13.1 miles in the morning. We all knew we should boost our carbohydrates before a long run. Barb called the pizza place on the street level. She ordered some raviolis, salad and other dishes. I don't think she has cooked much of anything there since she moved in because they seemed to know her favorites.
They delivered promptly and we ate like starved rats. We drank a little wine and discussed how we were going to run in the morning. None of us had ever run an organized half marathon before. We'd covered the distance but, we were still unsure how it would go. The three of us polished off a bottle which put mom back in slumber land. Before going to bed we put the clothes, water bottles, energy gels and our race bibs on the kitchen table so we wouldn't forget anything in the morning. We hugged mom and she wandered off to bed. I think within five minutes we could hear her snoring.
I didn't want to stay up too late so around nine I kissed Barb good night and headed off to my room. Barb said she was going to read a bit and would turn off the lights. I did the usual pre-bedtime things and got back under those wonderful sheets I remembered from my last visit. I laid there staring at the ceiling. There was a hint of light filtering in from the windows which bothered me a helped keep me awake. Despite the wine I couldn't get to sleep. I was thinking about too many things, Michael, work, and especially the race. I could hear my mom snoring as I got up to close curtain tighter. I noticed Barb's light was still on so I decided to see if she had suggestions to help me sleep.
I tip toed to her door trying not to disturb the chainsaw woman in the next bedroom. I peeked in the narrow opening of the door. Barb was sitting up, bare breasted reading a very large book. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They looked perfect. I've seen my mom's and they were a lot more droopy than Barb's. I put my hand to my mouth and uttered a small cough to let her know I was there.
“I saw you standing there five minutes ago, kitten. What's up?” She looked at me as I sheepishly walked in. She set the book aside and covered her amazing boobs with her arm.
“Why were you standing there spying on me?”
“I wasn't spying. I was just getting up the nerve to ask you a question.”
“Okay, what's the question? Come sit.” She patted the side of the bed scooting over to let me sit. I had brought my own nightwear this time which consisted of an old baggy tee and just my panties. I sat down at her side feeling embarrassed for being caught. She has this knack of making me feel like I've done something wrong but I'm never admonished for it. It's very confusing.
“I can't sleep. I've got too many things on my mind. I was just wondering what you did to fall asleep when it happens to you. Oh, and I was admiring your breasts.” I said with a wide grin.
“Well thank you, sweetie. I didn't mean to be terse. I'm not used to being looked at like that. My boobs, huh? Thank you, I like them too. So, you can't sleep? I understand how you feel, I'm excited too.” She smiled and tickled my side.
“I have a couple of ways to get myself to sleep. I don't know if you want to know all of them but, I read or I try and clear my mind and as a last resort I masturbate.” She said that with a straight face so I knew she was serious.
“I've masturbated before, usually after I get home from a frustrating date with Michael. It's okay but it doesn't put me to sleep.” I sighed.
“We're all different, sweetie. Do you have a vibrator or do you just use your fingers?”
I blushed, “Just my fingers. I'd be embarrassed to go to a porn store and buy one. I'm not having mom or dad discover it in the mail if I got something online either.”
“You are so cute and a bit naive, kitten. They ship in plain boxes so nobody knows what it is. Go to the night stand where you got the faux Michael and get the massage tool. It's the white microphone thingy with the cord.”
She shook her head in disbelief that at twenty four years old I didn't have any toys. I walked around the bed to the night stand that held the “faux Michael”. I opened up the lower drawer, right there next to that thing was a white microphone looking thingy with an electrical cord attached. I showed it to her and she nodded waving me back over.
I sat back down and handed it to her, “Go to the door and listen to make sure your mother is still snoring.