Popping Lisa's Cherry

She sat on the sofa, her earlier joy had evaporated like morning mist and Lisa could only play the loop of her encounter with Laurie over and over again in her head.

What now? What would Jill, Lisa's wife, say? How would she react to this revelation and what would she do? Would Laurie tell her mother what she'd seen? These questions and more whizzed through Lisa's mind and fuelled her fevered imagination. The more she thought, the faster their momentum, and very soon all Lisa was aware of was the rising cacophony of voices in her head.

Lisa sat cocooned by her aura of dreaded anticipation, unable to stir herself her delighted preparations and pampering a waste, forgotten.

Eventually, Lisa stirred, she looked around the room dazed and confused and was momentarily puzzled by how dark it was. She had been sat immobile for hours and hadn't even noticed that night had fallen; such was the intensity of her inner turmoil. With what felt like a load of bricks lying heavy in her stomach, Lisa climbed the stairs and lethargically undressed. She no longer cared what the future held for her, the die was cast and all Lisa could do was wait for the inevitable fallout.

Even though she was sure of her impending exposure, Lisa still packed her precious clothing away in the valise she'd bought entirely for the purpose of having somewhere to hide her delicate ladies garments. She needed somewhere to keep her secret hidden from unwelcome enquiries, and the valise had proven to be effective so far. Then, having removed all traces of her make up, Lisa crawled into bed and willed sleep to take her away from the torment.

*** A week passed and, unbelievably, for reasons unknown to Lisa, Laurie held her tongue. Not that the week had been easy for Lisa, not by any stretch of the imagination, and she had been waiting for the thread to break that would send her Damoclean sword on its unalterable path. The longer Laurie stayed quiet, the nervier Lisa became and more sure she was, that today would be the day.