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Cross posted from Butch Femme BDSM

Mary tugged hard at the stubborn weed determined to remove it from her garden, tiny beads of sweat forming on her brow to mark the exertion. While her body performed its physical tasks her mind wandered over the changes to her life in the last few months. She lived alone now, all three of her children had left home to make their own lives and her husband was also gone. Not dead just discarded like the useless rubbish he was, she smiled as she remembered the scene. The day after their youngest child had left for university Mary had packed his bag and shown him the door. He was astounded, he protested and pleaded but she stood her ground. She had planned it, worked quietly towards it and no matter what he said she refused to be moved. He’d served his purpose and she wanted rid of him, lying cheating rat that he was.

So at 53 Mary was free to please herself and do whatever she desired with her life but so far she hadn’t managed to find out exactly what that was. She wanted to try different things, have new and exciting experiences but after living in the same small town her whole life she was having problems figuring out how to start. She used the internet and searched for activities for single women of her age but nothing grabbed her, nothing was exciting enough. She sighed and continued battling the persistent weeds hoping that inspiration would show itself soon.

The dog barked suddenly causing Mary to start and look up. Tail wagging franticly he’d made his way to the gate where he stood on his hind legs being petted. Blinded by the sun Mary couldn’t make out who it was, someone friendly judging by the dog’s reaction, the dog never got it wrong, he’d hated her husband. There was something vaguely familiar about the visitor, the way they moved and held themselves but it was only when they spoke that Mary realised who it was.

“Mary. I’d heard rumours you still lived round here. I’m so glad it’s true” Instantly Mary was propelled back in time, startled by the sudden rush of memories triggered by that voice.

At seventeen she’d been innocent, naïve and so very happy to have Bess as a friend. For two years they had been very close, almost inseparable, Mary’s father had encouraged the friendship believing it would keep her out of trouble with the local boys. It might have been the early seventies but no-one had managed to convince her father that it wasn’t still the fifties. Mary hadn’t been able to define her feelings for Bess but she knew they were deeper than ordinary friendship. The day they’d acted on those feelings was the day they got caught. Mary blushed inwardly at the memory; a brief but passionate embrace, hand on her thigh, inching under her skirt, almost brushing the thin material of her knickers. Her father walking in shouting, red faced and angrier than she’d ever seen him before.

The shame and humiliation had been hard to bear but the loss of Bess who had been banished to relatives in London had cast a shadow across Mary’s heart for years to come. She should have followed her, fought to stay in touch but instead she gave in to her father’s pressure and within a year found herself married.

As the sun dipped behind a cloud Bess became visible and Mary managed to drag herself to her feet. “My God” her hand rose involuntarily to her mouth, “Bess” Mary didn’t quite know what to do, how do you greet a long lost almost lover?

Bess smiled broadly “It’s so good to see you Mary” she opened the gate and walked towards Mary who stood transfixed. The dog bounded towards her almost knocking her over and bringing her sharply back to reality. Suddenly Mary laughed “Bess! After all these years” A brief embrace and Mary stood holding Bess’ hands, eyes tracing the face of her friend who she hadn’t seen for over 35 years. “Come in; let me make you some tea. This is such a lovely surprise.” She guided Bess towards the house and settled her in the kitchen while she put the kettle on. There were a multitude of questions racing round Mary’s head; too many to articulate in one go so she simply asked “What have you been doing for all these years?”

Bess laughed “Where would you like me to start?” she replied. Sitting down with the tea Mary said “Well how about we start with what you’re doing here now and work backwards?” Beth sipped her tea and explained to Mary that she had been looking for a house in the area, “I’m planning to move back here Mary, sort of semi retirement. I’ve just made an offer on a house.” Mary was delighted, “That’s wonderful Bess. It will be so good to get re-acquainted properly” A look flashed across Bess’ face, old memories perhaps and Mary waited for her to say something about what had almost happened between them but instead Bess said “What about you Mary? Tell me something of your life”

Mary talked for awhile about her children and her ex husband glossing over the bad times; it felt so good to be sitting here with Bess she didn’t want to spoil it. All too soon Bess said she had to catch the train back to London, they exchanged numbers and Bess promised she’d let her know the next time she was coming to town. “It will be soon Mary and I’ll take you out to dinner so we can catch up properly” After she’d gone Mary couldn’t help reliving every second of Bess’ brief visit and many of the happy times they’d shared as teenagers. Later that evening she received a text from Bess, “Can’t tell you how good it was to see you. Will be back next week. Sleep well Mary” And Mary did with a smile on her face and sweet memories filling her dreams.

The next few days passed slowly for Mary and she found herself propelled back to the past continuously. She couldn’t help thinking about Bess and the friendly texts she received each day didn’t help. But she wasn’t complaining, she felt more alive than she had in years and each text brought a small excited leap in her stomach. When she finally got the call from Bess inviting her to dinner she was amazed at how excited she felt. She had her hair done at the most expensive place in town, bought a new dress and spent a long time deciding on accessories. When she looked at herself in the mirror she was pleased with what she saw, she hadn’t aged too badly, she still had a good figure and she still felt attractive.

Bess picked her up and drove her to a popular restaurant in a neighboring town. They sat and talked easily throughout the meal, about the past, old friends and acquaintances. Thirty five years melted away. Mary couldn’t take her eyes off Bess, when she’d left the village she had been an awkward teenager, a tomboy but now she was a refined and well educated woman. Striking with her well kept short grey hair, casual but smart trousers and shirt, Bess had done well for herself with a successful career but Mary was surprised to learn she’d never married. “Mary” Bess leaned over the table “I never married because I’m gay.” she smiled and Mary laughed at her own stupidity. “But has there never been anyone special Bess?” she asked.

“Well I’ve had my fair share of relationships” Bess replied “but no nothing really special, nothing that lasted more than a couple of years. I guess I’m just a loner”

When the evening came to an end Bess took Mary home and refused her offer of coffee “Next time Mary” she said “but not tonight, I have to leave very early for London in the morning” Mary was disappointed, she really wanted to spend more time with Bess but she had to accept that there would be other opportunities.

Several weeks passed and Mary saw Bess with increased regularity, dinners, outings, leisurely walks and lazy coffees. Mary felt as if Bess had always been part of her life, in many ways she had, all they were doing now was regaining what had been lost all those years ago. “And perhaps moving forward,” Mary wondered where their friendship would lead now they were older, wiser? She secretly hoped, longed for more than just friendship, would have sworn that Bess felt the same, the way she looked at her, held her arm protectively when they walked, called every night. But Bess made no attempt to change the nature of their friendship and Mary didn’t know how to so she waited and hoped.

The day Bess moved into her new home grew nearer. The house was lovely and Mary couldn’t wait for Bess to be a more permanent fixture in her life. Only one thing puzzled Mary and that was Bess’ insistence that she didn’t need help on the day. Mary had offered several times but Bess just wouldn’t accept, she was adamant that she wanted to do it on her own, that Mary had done enough and that she was welcome to visit the following day. It seemed silly to Mary but she had no choice, although privately she planned to do something to ease the stress of Bess’ move.

The day arrived and Mary went about her own preparations, she’d decided that a surprise picnic including a bottle of very nice wine would be welcomed by Bess. She waited until late afternoon knowing that by then the removal company would have finished and Bess would be alone unpacking. When she arrived at Bess’ house she rang the bell and waited impatiently but there was no answer so she tried the door, perhaps Bess had popped out. Mary called out then listened for any sound that would tell her where Bess might be. Nothing, she waited and wondered what she should do, she opened the sitting room door intending to look out of the window into the garden. The sitting room was strewn with a variety of boxes and packing cases as well as a large trunk, a typical moving day scene.

Curious Mary couldn’t resist, she wandered to the nearest box, the packing tape had been removed and the cardboard flaps were loose, she lifted first one then another. The box was full of books, she smiled Bess had always loved books, picking up the top one she flipped it over to look at the title, “Sexual Massage”. She flushed, put the book back and picked up another with a very plain cover and the title “Art and BDSM”, Mary wasn’t sure what the title meant exactly. She let the book fall open and was shocked to see a photo of a woman tied naked to a chair. Mary dropped the book back in the box, she wasn’t sure that Bess’ idea of art was the same as hers. She moved to the next box which was already open, she peeked inside, it seemed to be full of rope and chain, “What on earth would Bess need with all this?” she thought “A project in the garden maybe?” Next she turned her attention to the trunk, she knew she really shouldn’t be snooping like this but she was just so interested in anything to do with Bess.

Mary considered the trunk, it was big and old but beautifully restored, the lid was unlocked so she lifted it carefully. Inside were three square compartments and a long thin one, each with an individual lid. Mary felt her stomach tighten, she almost stopped herself but the part of her that was desperate to know everything about Bess won. She lifted the lid of the first compartment, inside were lots of bottles and containers all different shapes and sizes, “Toiletries?” she wondered. The next compartment was even more confusing, she picked up one of the items, it seemed to be some kind of leather wrist band. Perplexed she lifted the rectangular lid, there was no mistaking some of the things in this part. A cane, what looked like a whip, a riding crop, Mary dropped the lid quickly, her mind racing and several pennies beginning to drop all at once. Taking a deep breath she lifted the final lid, the first object she saw was shaped like a cock. She couldn’t help it, she picked it up, it was firm but soft and it was big. “Oh god” she whispered.