Lonely House Club Wives. Part VIII END (P/M).

The morning after, the nude Mo woke up with a note left on Richie's side. When she saw that it was Pattie's handwriting, all the events of the night before came rushing back:

'I am SO sorry about last night. I shouldn't have pressured you into that. I was just so lonely and all I could think about was you. You're the most beautiful woman I know. I think you are the only woman I will ever love. But in despite of all that's happened, I still hope we can be friends. I greatly value your friendship above all else. ~Pattie.'

Although it was one of the most heart felt notes she had ever read, there was no sense in keeping it. She thought of hiding it, but there was always the risk of Richie finding it. And if she threw it away, she would just find herself pathetically going through the trash to dig it back out. So she lit a match and watched the fire eat it whole. It seemed appropriate. What they had was only a small fire that burned away.

THREE WEEKS LATER.
Mo's heart fluttered when she heard the knock on the door. She had been staying at home for so long that she could sometimes identify the visitor by the sound of their knock. This was Pattie. She exhaled a big sigh and checked to see how she looked in the mirror real quick before answering.

What was she DOING? This was her FRIEND! She shouldn't have to worry about how she looked.

"Hello," the model smiled shyly. "May I come in?"

"Of course, you can! At this point, you should just walk in without even knocking. Oh, and be a little quiet. The boys are napping."

The blonde took off her shades as she walked in. "Oh, I don't want to be rude, you know."

Mo smiled. "I know, and it's sweet. Tea?"

"Actually, tea sounds great, thank you. It'll be the first thing I've had all day."

She wasn't surprised. Models rarely ate. And it wasn't even with models, it had to be an artist thing. Her highly eccentric and creative husband rarely ate as well. She would have to force him to! "Oh my goodness, I'll make a little snack with your tea while I'm at it!"

Instead of sitting on the couch or at the table, Pattie stood next to Mo in the kitchen, almost hovering, watching her make tea and sandwiches. It was mostly quiet until the brunette looked over at Pattie and leaned towards her to whisper, "Do you still want to see?"

"See what?"

"My body."

"Only if you want to."

"I do."

"Then I'd love to."

Mo smiled and started heading towards her bedroom.

Pattie stared back at her, puzzled. "Now?"

"Yes. Unless you'd like to wait until after tea."

"Not really."

The brunette giggled. "Okay."

The model followed her down the hall and was told to wait outside her bedroom door for a bit. After a minute, the door slowly opened, Mo's hypnotizing eyes peeking from behind. "I'm ready."

Pattie could feel her heart fall into her stomach as she walked in, closed the door behind her and stood before Mo, whom was only in a bathrobe. For a moment, they just stood there, both of them unsure of what the other wanted. Finally, Mo smiled, brought one of Pattie's hands up and let it slip down the top part of her robe. The blonde nodded, understanding what she meant. She felt over her breasts before exposing them from beneath the soft fabric. Then she slowly loosened the strap around her waist and felt for her stretch marks. When she did, the model then opened her entire robe, viewing her whole body.

"You're beautiful," Pattie whispered.

Mo looked down shyly and smiled. "Thank you."

The two women grew lost in each other, and almost made love a second time. Pattie wrapped her arms around her nude body and pulled her close, Mo responding with a kiss. They kissed until it was interrupted by Pattie's growling stomach.

They broke apart and burst into laughter. "Um, perhaps we should eat," the model suggested.

Mo grinned and rewrapped her bathrobe. "Good idea."