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I felt sorry for Naomi, we both did. Jess and I were the youngest of the Thursday gang, apart from Naomi who was a couple of years younger than us. I’m Carol by the way, and Jess and I had been coming on a Thursday night for a few weeks. It became obvious very quickly that something had happened between Naomi and Sandra when Sandra arrived on her own. The two of them were always together, Naomi always following like a little sheep in Sandra’s wake.By this time the group had grown too big for everyone to fit around the big table, so Jess and I were sat at one of the small tables, watching Sandra come in and we both started to wonder about the absence of Naomi. Sandra seemed her usual cheerful and domineering self and sat at the large table and immediately took charge of the conversation. No one actually said anything but I’m sure everyone in the room was thinking the same. Our speculation was halted when, a quarter of an hour later, a shy looking Naomi arrived and immediately came over and joined us away from the main group.It was clear, from the way she hung her head and walked past the others, that whatever had happened was quite serious. Jess, ever the sensible one, stood up and announced that she was going to get a round of drinks in and went over to the bar. I really didn’t know what to say and simply sat there like a dummy, twiddling with my nearly empty glass. I breathed a sigh of relief when Jess returned with three full glasses. I gulped down the dregs of my drink and pushed the empty glass to one side and grabbed my new one.Jess lowered her voice to a whisper and asked, “are you okay?”Naomi said nothing but shook her head in reply and Jess put her hand on hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze.“It’s okay,” she said in her gentle voice, “we’re here. You can talk to us if you need to.”A few heads from the other table had turned in our direction when Naomi had walked in, but they had now gone back to whatever they were talking about and were ignoring us. I felt sure that they couldn’t hear what we were saying.“What’s happened?” I asked, leaving subtlety aside and diving in feet first as usual.There was a long pause and then, “we split up.”Jess and I both said “sorry” at the same moment which made it sound like a practised response. We glanced at each other and for some reason I was the one that got the scowl.“She booted me out,” Naomi said in a voice so low that we had to strain to hear it.“But why?” I asked, “I thought you and she were …”She was about to reply when the door burst open and in waltzed Trish, looking like she owned the place. With no hesitation she almanbahis şikayet sat down next to Sandra and immediately grabbed her head by the back of her neck and gave her a long hard kiss. Trish sat back with a triumphant smile on her face, the face of a victor, and then stared straight at Naomi. There was a short moment of tension and then Naomi suddenly stood up, nearly spilling her drink and rushed from the room, closely followed by Jess.To their credit most of the others who were sitting at the large table used the moment of silence to glare at Trish. She had shown herself to be a bitch and they all saw that, even Sandra who gave her a disapproving look. Couples split up all the time, it’s part of life, but there are ways of dealing with it and Trish and Sandra had got it completely wrong. In that one moment they had both lost the respect of the group.Little by little conversations started up again although nothing was said about the incident. I stayed sat at my table, alone and feeling like a total idiot, for about ten minutes hoping that Jess, at least, would come back. The longer I sat there listening to the inane chatter about some scandal on a TV soap opera, the more I didn’t want to be there. Eventually I downed the last of my drink and, grabbing Jess’s bag which she’d left behind in her haste, I walked out to see if I could find her.I located them from the sound of muffled sobbing. They were tucked away into a dark corner and Jess was hugging a distraught Naomi. She looked up as she heard footsteps approaching and was relieved when she saw it was me. I stood quietly next to them, not interfering, as Naomi slowly calmed down. When she finally lifted her head off Jess’s shoulder I held out a tissue that I always kept in my bag. She grabbed it and wiped her eyes and then her nose. I reached out and stroked her shoulder.“I … I should go home,” she said between sniffs.“You shouldn’t be alone,” Jess responded, “come back with us. For a while at least.”“You’re more than welcome,” I quickly added.“I’ll just get my bag, I left it …” Jess started to say,I interrupted her by holding it out with a ‘clever me’ grin.“You clever girl,” she said and then took control of all of us, “come on, we’re only around the corner.”She disentangled herself from Naomi’s clutches and linked arms with her and began to walk away. I hurried to catch up with them and linked arms on the other side. Poor Naomi had no choice but to walk, almost like a prisoner, between us. Nothing else was said for the five minutes it took to get home and once we were inside Jess went off into the almanbahis canlı casino kitchen, having decided that what we all needed was a nice cup of tea. Naomi and I sat silently on either end of the sofa. I had no idea what to say. I always found moments like this awkward in the extreme and I was very grateful when Jess reappeared with a tray with steaming mugs of tea. With a noisy clatter she put the tray down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down in the middle between us.“What … a … fucking … bitch!” she said, emphasising every word. I couldn’t help it, her dramatic outburst made me giggle, and when I glanced across at Naomi I saw the beginnings of a smile.She turned and looked at Naomi. “You deserve better than that, babe.” She picked up one of the cups of tea and sat back, nursing it, holding her hands round it to warm them. “A total fucking bitch,” she repeated, but more softly this time, “so what happened?”“It’s a long story,” was all she said.“It’s okay, babe, if you don’t want to talk about it.”“I don’t mind,” she went on, “after all, you and Carol have been kind to me tonight, you deserve to know,” and she launched into her doomed tale.“You know Maz and Trish used to be an item? Well, that was when we first met them. It was completely by accident, we just got chatting in a pub one night.”“The one we were in tonight?” I asked.“No, this was before the Thursday night became a regular thing. We were just out for a meal, the two of us, and got chatting to these two women at the next table. We ended up all going back to our place. We were all quite drunk and we opened another bottle when we got home. I could already tell that Sandra had an eye on Trish.”Momentarily her head dropped as a memory flashed before her eyes but then it came back up and she carried on with her story.“I used to do this silly lap dance for Sandra. It was only ever the two of us, but she liked me to do it. That night she insisted I do it for our two new friends, although I guessed that what she really meant was for me to do it for Maz. Stupidly, I went along with it. I can’t say I wasn’t turned on by doing a sexy dance for someone who was almost a complete stranger. All the time I was dancing I was aware that Sandra was playing with Trish. I could see that her hand had crept under her skirt. I was annoyed and I showed it by doubling my efforts to turn Maz on. I’m not sure when they left but it was suddenly just us two left. The next time I saw them was the following morning in the kitchen with Trish flaunting herself, showing off her tits.”She paused a while almanbahis casino as she took a long drink of tea. Jess and I were stunned into silence. I was a little bit shocked at these revelations of the goings-on behind the closed doors of quiet and respectable suburbia.“We met a few times after that, but they never came back to our place again. Every time we met Sandra would openly flirt with Trish and would keep touching her, sometimes quite intimately. Trish seemed to love it and Maz seemed to be in awe of Sandra and let her have her freedom without complaining. Then we heard that Maz and Trish had split up. By this time the Thursday gang had become a regular thing. Then Trish turned up at our house one night and Sandra said that she’d invited her. I knew better than to argue but maybe I should have done, as I spent the night alone in the spare room. The next day I was told to leave.”“When did that happen?” I asked her.“A couple of days ago.”“And she just kicked you out?”“Yeah.”“That’s outrageous! So where have you been staying since then?”“Suzi’s been letting me sleep on their couch. They were supposed to be coming later on, but I came in early.”Just then an unfamiliar ring tone echoed through the room and Naomi scrabbled to find her phone. She took it and looked to see who was calling.“Its Suzi,” she announced, and pressed the ‘answer’ button. She stood up and walked away into the hall to speak to her. By straining our ears Jess and I could hear one end of the conversation. I know its rude to eavesdrop but it’s impossible not to.“Hi, yes I’m fine. Yes, she was a total bitch. No, I promise you I’m fine. Jess and Carol rescued me. I’m at their house, drinking tea. They’ve been lovely. Not sure, I’ll ring and let you know. Bye.”“She just wanted to know I was okay,” she said as she came back in, “she’d heard what had happened.”“You told her you were in safe hands I hope,” said Jess, as she shifted sideways away from me and patted the sofa in between us, “what we all need is a group hug.”She’s a bit of an odd-ball is Jess, which is why I love her, and her unpredictability is one of those features that I love the most. That, and her ability to say just the right thing at just the right time. So, we hugged. I felt a bit awkward but both Jess and Naomi almost grabbed at each other, leaving me with my arms, somewhat uselessly, wrapped around the pair of them.When or why the kissing started I’m not sure. Or who started it either. It seemed to begin on necks and ears and came from both of them simultaneously. I simply watched it happen in a state of shock. Then they were properly kissing, and with a passion that surprised me. I stayed where I was, with my arms wrapped around them, almost acting as the glue, holding them together. Then Naomi turned her head and started kissing me. I had little choice but to return the kiss.
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