Threading the Needle Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Threading the Needle Ch. 11

... found herself tongue tied and unable to say anything more about Logan. If it were anyone else, she would have wanted to share the details. With Marika, she felt shy about it and she knew it wasn't because they worked together. To cover it up, she asked, "What about yours? Did you have fun even though Samuel was gone?"

Teasing had restored a little bit of life in Marika's eyes, but that faded away now, replaced by pain. Winnie moved over to sit in front of her desk. "Rikki, what's wrong? You're miserable and I want to help. Rikki, I need to help," she said.

Using her nickname from rafting finally breached the wall. Winnie never called her that at work. It reminded her of the depth of friendship between them. It was far deeper than it ever would be just as coworkers. Marika felt the warmth of her concern and couldn't stop the tears that slowly began to trickle down her face. Winnie reached out and took her hand with both of her own. After a moment, Marika bent her head to hold it against their joined hands. She did her best to strangle the sobs that were threatening to burst out of her. Her head moved back and forth slightly, rhythmically bumping against them.

Unaware of anything else, Winnie focused on her friend. Freeing one hand, she stroked her head but said nothing. "When she is ready to talk, she will," she thought.

One of their coworkers walked by and saw what was happening. She quietly closed the door to the office. "Thank goodness someone got her to open ...

... up," she thought. Everyone at work sensed that something was wrong with Marika, but she wasn't the type who asked for help. She hoped that Winnie could do something for her.

"I'm getting a divorce," Marika said at last. "Samuel is cheating on me." Lifting her head, she looked at Winnie. The pain in her eyes was raw and ripped into Winnie's heart. "I knew it wasn't a great marriage, but I didn't believe he'd cheat." She let out a big sigh. "Liz did. She warned me from almost the beginning."

Squeezing her hand, Winnie nodded. "Well, she cares about you. Your best friend should look out for you." She couldn't help wondering if Liz also saw a bit of herself in Samuel. Her bed hopping certainly diminished some of Winnie's respect for her. "No, that's not it," she thought. "It's how she doesn't seem to notice when she hurts someone." She could hardly talk about playing around, having let Indigo make her cum and then flirted with her and Alex, not to mention kissing Lena and sleeping with Logan. "But I'm not leading anyone on," she told herself.

Marika started to tell the tale of how she found out. Winnie knew all about Yamile, even though they hadn't met. During the drives to and forth the rivers, the two of them shared a lot about their lives. Nothing she had heard about Samuel made her predisposed to like him. Now as Marika spoke, he quickly became the devil himself in Winnie's eyes.

"At least you found out now, Rikki," she said. "You are a talented, lovely, and warm ...