Why, why, why had a sexually primitive and exotic creature like Kandy paid her an iota of attention? As the warm water in the tub enveloped her aching body, she suddenly realized that Kandy hadn't offered her phone number or even an address or any other identifying information. She'd handed Kandy her home phone number but had gotten absolutely nothing in return. She didn't even know the spelling of her last name. The control was all on Kandy's side of the game. It made Janet uneasy, knowing how easily and quickly she'd fallen under the spell of a young, hot and clearly very sexual female But she pushed these negative thoughts firmly out of her mind and justified everything.

"Now is the time for my life. MINE. Not Jim's. Not anyone's. All MINE. If I want Kandy and Kandy wants me, that's all that counts. I don't care if she lives in Brown Heights or on the moon. True, she's rough around the edges, but she's a basically good person inside. A good, Christian person. I know it. I'm convinced of it. She has a light that shines from within. Maybe she isn't the intellectual, uppity person I'm used to over here in Summerhaven. But so what? Her love is pure, it's real, and next week at this time, I'll be sitting in her living room being treated to a "just for you alone" concert."

As the soothing warm water sloshed between her legs, she slowly, shyly, ran her finger down her thighs......lower, lower. Did she still remember how to masturbate? Does anyone ever forget? It had been over ten years since she'd touched her own genitals. But first, she had to get her fantasies going in high gear. She laid back in the water and pictured what it might be like to be with Kandy naked, intertwined with her, to see her taut, brown body in the moonlight. Feeling Kandy's full, plump lips passionately kissing her breasts and tummy.

"Mmmmm, Kandy....my beautiful....take me where I need to go. Get me there, Kandy...."

Janet's finger was now carefully and deeply massaging her enlarged clitoris, bulging just beneath the surface of the water. To her astonishment, after just a few light strokes, her clit utterly exploded with a massive spasm, one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced. All the pent up lust, the sexless life with Jim, the disappointments and loneliness of married life with her weak husband, were now released from her congested vulva. It caught her so by surprise that she had to stuff a washcloth in her mouth to stifle an embarrassingly loud orgasmic groan. Luckily, Jim was involved in his TV. show so he didn't hear her loud cum. Even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. He probably would have thought she stubbed her toe getting out of the tub.

She emerged from her bath feeling utterly relaxed and uplifted. But how would she ever make it through the week? Waiting and waiting for a phone call that might never come? She knew that girls like Kandy weren't exactly the most reliable people in the world, although she'd had enough discipline to get herself to the conference. But there was no guarantee that the phone would ring with that important little invitation still in effect. All she could do was wait....and hope.

That night, Jim casually inquired about the mysterious girl.

"So, did you have a good time chatting with your new friend? She looked like quite a character with that black leather jacket of hers."

Jim might be somewhat oblivious, but he wasn't stupid. She could take a hint. He thought Kandy looked ridiculous. Or out of her league. But she wasn't about to reveal what was really going on in her head - or deep inside her panties. .

"Yeah, she was a character. We got into a very interesting biblical discussion. For a girl without much education, she made a lot of good points. She lives over in the Brown Heights neighborhood."

Jim wasn't a snob. He didn't judge people on where they lived or their background. But he was alarmed when he heard the words Brown Heights.

"Wow, really? They had a bloody shooting over there last week. Drugs or prostitutes or something. It's always a mess in Brown Heights. If she's from there, she probably needs God. Maybe the conference was good for her, put her on the right path."

She'd have to confess that she'd given this unknown girl their home phone number.

"Yes, I thought the same thing about her. Apparently she sings and she invited me to come over to her house next Saturday for a little impromptu concert. Just in her living room, but I felt I couldn't say no. She lives with her mom and sister. She's probably very lonely and in need of friendship."

Jim looked at her in astonishment. This was completely out of character for Janet, to accept an invitation from a complete stranger that she'd just met. Janet was such a planner, such a careful person about security. .

"Really? At her home? In Brown Heights? Janet, that's certainly going outside your comfort zone, isn't it? We've been married 40 years, and I don't recall you ever doing anything on the spur of the moment like that."

"Well, Jim, maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do! I'm always here at home, the perfect wife, dinner on the table every night, keeping everything around here running like a well-oiled machine. I even lay your clothes out for you in the morning. If you didn't have your head screwed on, you'd probably forget it. I'm the one who keeps you on track and holds this entire household together. So, don't second guess me about this, do you understand? I gave her our home phone number and I expect a phone call from her this week to set up our get together, and when the call comes, I'd prefer to take it in private."

Jim knew better than to argue. He didn't dare.

"Of course, Janet. When the phone rings, just let me know and I'll leave the room immediately. You know that I always respect your privacy. By the way, what's her name?"

"Her name? It's Kandy.... .....uh....Kramer. Kandy Kramer."

This was her first overt lie to Jim. She didn't dare tell him the girl's nickname around town was Kandy Vodka. Jim would put up with a lot of crap, but even a pussy whipped weakling had his limits. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. He already knew Kandy lived in Brown Heights. That was pushing the boundaries far enough.......for now.