Power
by Writer345
5. Final Iteration.
Wendy had been out of hospital for a fortnight, recuperating at home... I wasn’t expecting to see her at work for at least another week. I had been around to visit her on several occasions, on the first visit, after she’d been at home for a couple of days the Andersons seemed to be the loving couple that they’d always been. They sat next to each other on the settee and we talked about how Wendy was and her operation and how she was feeling. Andy was the typical loving husband and he clearly cared for his wife and couldn’t do enough for her.
He thanked me for getting her to hospital as promptly as I had and seemed genuinely pleased to have got her back. In fact they were so loving that when I left I had my doubts that the conditioning had taken. I phoned Lakshmi as soon as I got home and told her exactly that.
“Wait and see, Steph, wait and let things take their course!” She replied enigmatically.
I got into the habit of calling round on my way home from work—when I was on a day shift, that is. Me dropping in at seven after a night shift would have seemed odd and I didn’t want it to seem as if I was stalking her—I was, but I didn’t want Andy to suspect as much so I restricted myself to afternoons and evenings.
By the beginning of the second week Wendy was showing signs of an improvement and was hobbling around and trying to demonstrate her independence. This was a good sign as she also seemed to be trying to distance herself from Andy who seemed more than a little put out. Thinking about it, it was pretty obvious that they’d been arguing.
Halfway through the week the door was opened by a scowling Andy. “Oh, it’s you.” He mumbled by way of a greeting.
I smiled: so far so good! “Hi, Andy, everything okay?” I asked, hoping that it wasn’t before adding. “There’s nothing wrong with Wendy, is there?”
He shrugged and led me into their flat. “She’s on about starting work next week.”
So that’s what the argument’s about. I thought. Or is it?
When I got into their lounge I found Wendy bumbling around and tidying up. She gave me a big grin which I read far more into than I should have, but then I’ve always been an optimist. “Hi-ya, Stephie,” she said brightly.
I glanced around, her elbow crutches were leaning, unused against the couch. “Hi, yourself!” I said brightly as I rushed over to give her a hug and a kiss. “You doing okay, our wench?” I enquired slipping back to our shared roots in the Black Country.
She hugged me back and returned the kiss a little more forcefully than I had expected which took me by surprise—a pleasant one, I it, but a surprise non-the-less. The kiss also took longer than either Andy or myself expected and I saw him glaring out of the corner of my eye... Wendy didn’t as her eyes were closed.
Eventually our lips parted and she glared at her husband. “Don’t just stand there—go make us a pot of tea!”
Muttering to himself, he slouched off into the kitchen where I could clearly here him banging around in annoyance. “Men,” my bff exclaimed loudly, “I’m beginning to see why you don’t like them!”
She took my hand and led me over to the couch, which ittedly wasn’t very far as they only had a small flat. “I’m going back to work next week!” She said firmly.
“No you’re not!” Came a voice from the kitchen.
“Butt out, Andy,” she snapped, “I’m going crazy here—I need to get back to work and you’re not stopping me!“
There was a crash from the direction of the kitchen, no doubt Andy had dropped something or other to make a point.
“Are you sure you’re ready to go back?” I asked, my voice loaded with genuine concern.
She smiled. “I’m going back! And don’t you try to stop me.”
Andy poked his head around the door. “Can’t you talk some sense into her, Steph? I’m worried that she’s overdoing it.”
I said nothing and presently Andy carried the tea tray in and placed it on the occasional table in front of the couch. He poured but didn’t say a lot as he was too busy sulking. Like most men, he was used to getting his own way and Wendy’s sudden refusal to do as he said seemed to be unnerving him.
The next time I called around was the Wednesday and I found Wendy on her own. After an effusive greeting she led me through the lounge and into the kitchen. “Where’s Andy?” I asked, genuinely puzzled by his absence.
Wendy shrugged and began making a pot of tea. “No idea!” She said. “Either still at work doing some marking or the prick’s round the pub—good riddance to him!”
Interesting! I thought. Very interesting. But I said nothing, I just gave her a questioning look this little outburst wasn’t like her at all.
She poured the tea. “You’ll never guess what the twat said after you’d gone on Monday.” I could tell she was angry as she slopped some of the milk over the worktop as she poured it into my cup. The fact that she didn’t mop it up immediately was an indication as to the depth of her feeling.
“Well, what did he say?” I demanded as we carried our tea mugs into the lounge. This sounded promising and my heart seemed to skip a beat in excitement.
“Thoughtless git!” She muttered as we sank onto the couch.
“Who, me?” I demanded playfully.
“No, that selfish twat of a husband of mine!” She said, adding. “I still can’t believe it!”
I placed my mug next to Wendy’s on the little table and slipped my arm around her, gently hugging her to me... I wanted to comfort her but didn’t want strain the relationship that I fervently hoped was developing.
She sighed and snuggled up to me. “He actually demanded sex... And me just out of hospital. He said that if I was well enough to go back to work I was ‘well enough to be fucked’. His words exactly!”
She blinked back tears. “Men! Selfish bastards! I’m through with them.”
She twisted around, our eyes met and her mouth opened slightly... Invitingly... I felt my own head descend until our lips met... The kiss went on for some considerable time and left us both quite out of breath. She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder and murmured . “I know why you’re a lesbian, Stephie.”
Well I knew why she was too but of course I didn’t say anything, instead I just hugged her and prayed that the moment would last for ever. After all I could afford to be patient—We had the rest of our lives together to look forward too... Well didn’t we? I certainly hoped so.
But she was still married to Andy and she was still my friend, so what was I going to do? The answer to that was simple: I was going to help her get over him. It was a plan that had been forming in the back of my mind for weeks.
The following week the Andersons’ marriage disintegrated like an arrowroot biscuit dunked in hot tea. Wendy had had enough of Andy’s constant bickering and his failure to respect her. One evening after a particularly nasty row she’d called me in tears and told me that she was leaving him. I’d felt a thrill of excitement run through me—not because she was unhappy but because it was one less obstacle in my quest to have her. But Wendy was too upset to see that, she just needed a shoulder to cry on and a place to stay until she got herself sorted out.
I told her to pack a bag and come to my place and she did. She looked tired and strung out and her clothing was dishevelled. She’d not been sleeping with him for a week when she turned up on my doorstep looking like something that had crawled out from under a rock. I held her close and nuzzled her ear. I also told her that she could stay as long as she liked.
And so she did.
The hospital were sympathetic and a diagnosis of stress and anxiety (made by Lakshmi) was enough to get her signed off on long-term sick-leave. The first few days were a blur of tears and recriminations as Wendy poured out her heart to me. “It was all his fault.” She said.
It wasn’t, as I well knew but I wasn’t going to say anything, was I? Instead I hugged her too me and leant her a sympathetic ear.
She hadn’t wanted to leave him but he’d made it impossible to stay. She had tried, really tried to make it work but in the end she hadn’t been able to take it any more. I nodded and murmured and made soothing noises while inwardly my pussy was twitching so much that it was doing a little victory dance. It was all going so much better than I had hoped.
But Wendy was vulnerable and she needed more than just my friendship. She needed love and and sex. And I intended to give her all three. It was going to be my way of saying thanks for all the times she had been there for me. And also of showing her that she was appreciated and desired.
So it was with great care and a gentle touch that I began the seduction of Wendy Andersson. It started with a kiss on her cheek as she cried into my shoulder and ended with her in my bed with my tongue in her mouth and my hands on her breasts. And she didn’t push me away, she didn’t even protest. Instead she just melted into my arms and let me have my way with her. It was heaven, even though I had to be careful not to try to slip a finger into her pussy..
The next few weeks were a delightful blur of ion and love-making as Wendy and I discovered each other’s bodies. She had always been a bit of a prude but with me she was like a wanton slut. And I revelled in it. I taught her new things and she taught me new things and we both enjoyed every minute of it.
And then one night she whispered those magical words into my ear: “I love you, Stephie!” And I knew that she meant it.
It was what I had been waiting for and it was everything I had hoped it would be. Wendy was mine now and she didn’t need Andy Anderson any more. We had each other and that was all that mattered.
The next day Wendy called her lawyer and started divorce proceedings. Andy was sad and pleaded with her to reconsider but Wendy was firm. She didn’t care about him or his feelings any more. She had me, her future wife and she had Lakshmi as a ive friend and that was all she needed.
As for Lakshmi, she was thrilled. She hadn’t been worried that Wendy would go back to her husband, the conditioning was too strong for that: but she was still more than happy that Wendy was going to stay with me. She wished me all the best and rang off... she had her pets and I had my Wendy.
Wendy was mine and together we would rule the world. Or at least our little corner of it. And Lakshmi? Well, as I said, she was happy with her pets and her unconventional medical career so was satisfied: or at least she was for the time being.
Lakshmi the ring-bearer when Wendy and I got married which was just after the divorce came through. I and my new wife was everything I needed for my happiness; or so I thought. However Lakshmi had plans for all of us...
Much bigger plans...
...but that’s a story for another time.