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Part 8
With eyes closed, Naimi was just coming awake and her hand slowly moved to where Rob's body would be when sleeping next to her. She did this each morning, as if in a dream state, hoping he was there or that somehow her mind would create him next to her. The reality was no fun, he was gone. It was her awake, it was her thinking of him yet again.
As her tired eyes opened she rubbed the sleep free from her eyelids and gently rubbed her face and stretched a long cat-like stretch in bed. Pulling herself up, she turned on the TV and moved to the bathroom, washing her face and pulling her hair back in a neat ponytail. It was just after 7am and the sun was already up and lighting up the entire house with warm rays.
The mornings and nights were toughest. No Rob. Alone in a big bed, that's what Naimi disliked the most. Having him there to tease and pick on was what she missed, the light moments.
Moving out to the kitchen she set about a light breakfast with toast and juice. A sliced pear and some berries were all she'd need. Most likely she would make her way to the club to workout and meet up with Jamie but it was still early. It always seemed Jamie was not coming in until almost 10. Naimi smiled thinking of her friend all smiling in her sleep and being able to rest her athletic body.
As she sat at her breakfast barstool, something caught her eye. Jamie had left her wallet. Naimi picked it up and knew it was Jamie's instantly and thought to herself that Jamie probably hadn't even thought about it at the end of the day.
Fearing Jamie would need it, Naimi smiled to herself and finished her breakfast quickly and changed her clothes to head over and surprise Jamie with the wallet before she was awake. No phone call, just an unannounced visit, it would be fun and for once, Jamie would be the one being surprised.
With a pair of cross trainers, yoga pants and a t-shirt, Naimi put on a cap and walked outside. It was only a 2 minute drive and a 10 minute walk so Naimi figured to just march over and enjoy the coolness of the morning summer. The clear air and quiet of early morning was comforting. Naimi enjoyed the quiet and the sense of being the only one out, quickly making her way down the street, turning corners and approaching the avenue Jamie lived on.
Turning onto her street, Naimi could see a car in her driveway but it struck her as odd. It wasn't her car, Naimi had seen her car before and this was a totally different color. As she stepped closer, Naimi was even more sure it wasn't Jaimie's vehicle. Then she thought to herself, had Jamie's husband returned? Maybe he had this vehicle and used it when he was home?
Now she felt unsure of what to do, surely Jamie would attack her husband as Naimi had when he returned. That was something she didn't want to interrupt. Looking up the walk, she thought for a long moment of what to do. She couldn't just leave with the wallet, Jamie needed to have it back.
"Damn" she said quietly to herself. Naimi had left her phone at home, a quick call could remedy this but she was standing close to her house and felt her mind spin.
Now was the time for some action. Thinking to herself about what Jamie would do, well, Jamie would march right up and knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, Naimi did just that. Moving up the driveway, past the car parked there, she got closer to the front door and was drawing close to the entrance when her eyes caught shape of a figure in the window.
"Oh no" she gasped. Someone was up and she wasn't sure if they were dressed! It looked like someone with exposed skin and she quickly ducked next to a bush to hide herself. Now she was in a predicament, maybe they were inside and being so naughty! Biting her lip, Naimi tried to calm her crazy thoughts and now a new feeling, one of wanting to sneak a peek. She had seen Jamie naked in the showers at the club, she knew how fine her body looked. Maybe her husband would be equally as attractive?
She was too close to hold back. It was simple really, just move around the bush, look up at the window and get a quick peek. Nothing more, that's all she had to do. Then she could leave and call from her house and return the wallet. It made her heart race and skin tingle with nerves as she convinced herself a look wouldn't be anything more than an innocent act. Of course she was not a voyeur, she had the wallet, a real reason to be there. The alibi was good enough.
Moving as silently as she could, Naimi positioned herself at the side of the house, out of sight. The bush near her provided cover so the neighbors would be hard pressed to see her and at the same time, provide contrast so if she peeked in, someone inside would basically have to be looking right at her to see her.
Standing and slowly leaning, she saw two figures together. Both were naked on the couch in the middle of the living room. With one ontop of the other, Naimi could plainly see a woman's figure on top, curves of a feminine behind and long hair draped over the other. Kissing lip to lip with passion she imagined. Hands from both caressing each other as the one on top semi-straddled the other, covering with her body.
Naimi felt a rush of taboo within her. Watching this, her friend in a passion embrace seemed so very wrong but it was a turnon to see this sexual act unfolding just a few feet away on the other side of glass. The hands slid up and down Jamie's body, caressing her and squeezing, then running into her thick hair that was out of a ponytail and free to be wild and sexy. Naimi drank it in with her eyes and her body grew warmer in response. It wasn't TV or a story, it was real and it was intensely sensual.
The embrace changed and Jamie slid up and looked down revealing her lover, it caused Naimi's heart to skip a beat and her stomach to sink with shock. It wasn't her husband! It was Marian from the club. Marian. Naked as Jamie. Savoring kisses from her. Eyes filled with lust and passion as Jamie's hands caressed her breasts and gently fingering her nipples.
Naimi nearly fainted, her legs grew weak. She was watching her friend, her very good friend in a lesbian situation with Marian. It was too much and her mind overloaded, she had to hide and managed to slide out of view from the window. Steadying herself against the house, she breathed deeply trying hard to regain composure.
The woman who had caused her to feel new thoughts was inside with her friend kissing with passion, savoring the touch of another woman. Was this real? Was this a dream? How could this be? Naimi now felt a shudder all over her body. She was excited by this. She couldn't believe it yet wanted to see it. Inside her, she desired to know more. Was this Jamie's first time with Marian? Had they been together many times? It was getting crazy in her mind and she had to shake her head to clearly regain her thinking.
She wanted to know, she wanted to see. She wanted more.