Fiction Friday

Estelle had to scramble to get to work. She was nearly late when she punched in and tried to get herself settled in at her desk.

Her boss, Quinn, approached her desk, “Hey, I need you to take a look at—” Quinn had been looking at a file in her hands, but stopped short when she looked up. “You, okay?”

Estelle widened her eyes and blinked hard a few times. “Yes, I’m fine. Got in late last night from Monterey after spending the weekend with my family.”

The next morning Estelle woke up with the sun peeking through the small basement window. Jamar and Jim had worked on a project over the past year finishing the basement to include a guest and rec room.

She stretched and groaned, feeling the ache of unrested muscles. Part of her wanted to sleep longer, but she could hear her niece and nephew thumping around upstairs already. Apparently, they were morning kids, which didn’t surprise her, growing up on a ranch and all. It was the reason she was a morning person. Years and years of farm chores before the school bus would even arrive.

Family holidays were a big thing for Estelle’s family. She’d been putting off calling her mother back for a few days now. Her mother wanted to know if she’d be able to make it for the 4th of July BBQ party they held annually.

Since Independence Day fell on a Monday that year, her mother thought it would be perfect for her to drive in after work on Friday, spend an extended weekend with the family, then head out early enough Tuesday that she could be back at work.

Estelle had to admit, she always loved their family gatherings. The 4th of July bash was one of her favorite get-togethers. However, this year she wasn’t feeling it. She didn’t want to go home, and she couldn’t exactly say why.

Estelle squirmed with impatience, yet made an effort to control it. She wasn’t sure why she was so embarrassed about her enthusiasm. Perhaps the negative experience she’d had with Dayton made her feel abashed? She felt inclined to suppress her eagerness.
After they finished dinner, Iona laid out a velvet cloth that looked like a short table runner. Then she began to extricate implements one by one from the trunk. She laid them out carefully, almost reverently side by side on the cloth.
“So, obviously, we’ll be doing Scene in here,” Iona said. “With how much you said you enjoyed getting spanked by Dayton, I thought impact play would be a good place to start.”

Iona had given Estelle a stack of four books. They had called it an early evening after having dinner at a quaint little Chinese food restaurant. They both knew Monday morning would approach all top early, and Estelle had told Iona she liked to into bed early.
While that had been true, she also felt excited to settle into bed and thumb through the books. She hastily went through her nighttime routine of brushing her teeth, setting out her work clothes for the following day, and stocking up her work satchel with amenities. She settled into bed with a cup of lavender honey tea, and picked up the first book from the stack.

They’d had a whirlwind Saturday that rushed by in alternating sessions of sex and binging on old movies. They’d stayed up late into the night pleasuring each other, drifting off to sleep, then waking again to an insatiable hunger for sex, that neither could seem to fulfill.
Estelle realized in those quiet moments in between, when she was relaxing into the warm afterglow of her release, that she’d never known uninhibited sexual indulgence like this. Her emotions flitted with tiny thoughts of worry that her and Iona might develop feelings for each other. She didn’t want that, and yet – did she want to overthink this? She’d had two serious relationships that were so clogged with the propriety of constructs, she now felt she could stretch those dormant wings she hadn’t even known existed