Forbidden Fruit Vol 2

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by Millstead, Kasey


  “What did you say?” I asked breathlessly, feeling his erection swell against my clit.

  He aligned his face with mine, giving me the look of a frightened boy. Putting his arms on either side of my head, his maturing muscles caressing my cheeks, he whispered again, “This really is my first time. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  I nodded and positioned myself directly under him. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance and I gasped at how sensitive I was already. The aching and selfish need for this young man was overwhelming, and I knew the guilt of being with a boy barely out of high school would thrash against my conscience forever.

  But I had to have him.

  His finger traced along my curves, from my breast to my hip, but he never took his eyes off mine.

  “I know,” I said.

  I gently held his shaft and a soft moan could be heard from the back of his throat. Then I submerged his tip inside of me and pulled it back out, spreading my wetness over both of us.

  “Are you ready, then?”

  He nodded. “I’m ready.”

  “Good,” I replied, and thrust him inside me.

  Chapter One

  Two weeks earlier…

  “Jake! Don’t forget your lunch!” I called toward the front door. Reaching across the island, I grabbed the brown paper bag with the name Jake handwritten on the front, and hurried to the door before he could hop into Watson’s Jeep—or Washington’s Jeep. Or was it Wilson’s Jeep? I could never remember that kid’s name.

  I swung open the door and saw them backing out of our driveway. Racing barefooted across the lawn, I hurdled over our manicured rose bushes to catch up with them. “Jake, honey! Your lunch!”

  The vehicle jerked to a stop as both boys turned their heads. “Thanks, Ma.” Jake gave me a lopsided smile, looking embarrassed about my display of acrobatics across our front yard.

  I raised my brow and playfully folded my arms across my chest, smirking. “Listen here, Jacob. There’s only a couple of weeks left of your entire high school career. I’m going to make sure you’re eating a healthy lunch every day until summer starts. God knows what you’ll be eating then.” I smiled and my eyes flickered briefly toward Wilson’s cocky smile. He winked at me, catching me by surprise.

  Jake nodded and rolled his eyes. “Next time, do a cartwheel. Maybe swing from a branch. Draw as much attention to us as possible,” he said sarcastically.

  My mouth dropped open at his tone, but I couldn’t deny my amusement.

  “Not to mention,” Wilson cut in, “your choice of attire.” Wilson’s brow pinched and he tugged at his bottom lip to conceal a grin.

  My head snapped down toward my legs.

  Silly me forgot to put on a pair of pants.

  By the time my head jerked up again, the boys were driving away. Jake turned around and called out, “Ma! Don’t forget about the beach tomorrow!”

  I looked up to see the Fast Ship Delivery driver nodding with a tip of his hat while dropping a package on the neighbor’s doorstep. I nodded and bashfully sprinted back toward the house.

  ~*~*~*~

  As I stepped out of the shower, I could hear my cell ringing from the living room. I threw a towel around me and left small puddles on the floor as I made my way to my purse. After digging to find my phone, successfully keeping the towel pinched in my armpit, I tried to answer it but voicemail intervened before I could press the button.

  Padding back to the bathroom, I checked Caller I.D. It was Darcy.

  Darcy Matthews was my hero. We were in similar situations: she’d divorced young, but was able to build a very structured and satisfying life for her two children. And although I’d never met them, her kids loved their routine—or so she claimed. Sundays they made homemade pancakes; Tuesdays were popcorn-and-movie nights; and Fridays, they were at home playing Trivial Pursuit.

  Darcy and I had joined the PTA together several years ago, and while she eventually became lead organizer, I stayed on the sidelines and helped her achieve legendary status in her position.

  Once I reached the bathroom mirror, I smudged a small area with my fist to clear away the condensation. I stared at my face in the mirror, unable to decipher my own age. What once was a cute and stylish bob had somehow—in the past fifteen years—turned into a mom hairdo. And although I was always so surprised at how well I was aging whenever I looked at my reflection, the fact was that I was still aging. I turned my head from side to side, studying the fine lines on my forehead, and pouted.

  There was no way around it. What I lacked in gray hair was made up for with denial—the kind that only seemed to accompany women in their mid-thirties, who’d lived a life filled with cutting coupons, watching too much reality TV, and spending Saturday nights alone with a secret vibrator she lovingly named “Girthy.”

  Okay, so maybe that was a bit case-specific, but I knew I couldn’t be the only divorced, middle-aged mother in the city whose life had dissipated when her marriage did. But I was ignorantly—and happily—content with my existence. I had my own home, a stay-at-home graphic design job, a son that I adored, and a strict daily routine.

  As usual, after my nine o’clock shower, I made myself a half pot of coffee. Plopping one sugar and a teaspoon of milk into my favorite mug—the one I’d gotten printed with a drawing Jake did at age four—I then sat in my study and checked over the day’s schedule. Being a naturally forgetful person, I had highlighted in green the top priority assignments for the week, and since it was Friday those had already been completed mid-week. It felt good to be organized, on top of my game, and structured. “Mom always said, ‘Life is best carried out with a plan in mind,’” I said aloud, and began whistling away the morning.

  At noon, I picked up the PTA brochures from the copy store and checked them three times for grammatical errors, color inconsistencies, and content. They turned out perfect.

  After lunch, the rest of the afternoon sped by in a blur. Jake was staying after school to study in the library, so I wouldn’t be seeing him before my meeting. But it was normal for Jake to stay after school on Fridays: he said it was the only time the library was empty and quiet.

  Chapter Two

  “Heya, folks! It’s great to see some new faces around here tonight. I’m Christine Cole, and I do most of the design work for our little club here.” I gleefully smiled with a wave of my arm and scanned the group to find Darcy mouthing the words to my prepared speech. It was mandatory that she approve any and all words spoken at our meetings. “So if you need a brochure made for one of your events, or have an idea for the new fall look on the sports catalog, I’m the girl you come to. For all you parents and teachers joining us next year…” I continued my speech, looking around at the new recruits sitting in a circle around me, and smiled. A pair of familiar blue eyes smiled back. Her hair was styled in a chic, messy way, instantly making me jealous I couldn’t pull off that look at my age. I focused on her face, trying to place where I knew her, and she nodded and whispered something to David. “…What’s most important to me is the development of these young people,” I continued, ignoring my pull to remember how I knew her. “We need to make sure that they’re learning what they need to in order to move along in their lives, personally, scholastically, emotionally, and physically. It’s up to us—the teachers and the parents—to equip these kids with the tools they need to move forward.”

  ~*~*~*~

  After the meeting, when everyone was standing around and socializing, I still couldn’t shake that I knew the blue-eyed woman now speaking to Paul, a science teacher in the district. I made my way to them and as Paul was taking a sip of his soda, he gave me a quick nod and pointed his pinky toward her. “Christine!” he said after swallowing. “This is a new recruit for next year—”

  “Well, well…” She turned and gave me a wide smile. That’s when I recognized her. “If it isn’t Christine Miller,” she said, putting her arms around me. “I thought that was you!”

  “Mona Stephens?
Oh my goodness! It’s been almost—”

  “Twenty years,” she managed to choke out with some disdain.

  My stomach turned for a second remembering that I really was that old. “Twenty? Really?”

  “I know.” She stuck her tongue out in disgust. “Our twenty-year high school reunion is coming up next fall.”

  I shook my head. “How have you been? Are you married? Kids? Are you here as a teacher or a parent?”

  “Parent. Yep, my son John is entering high school this year. It’s scary, isn’t it? How fast they grow up.”

  “Tell me about it, Jake is graduating in a few weeks.”

  “Holy shit!” she shouted. I winced and looked around the room of eavesdroppers. “Was Jake the kid you had in high school?”

  I closed my eyes and slouched. After a heavy sigh, I looked around the now silent room and everyone was leaning in our direction, keeping their heads down. I saw Darcy out of the corner of my eye, shooting daggers toward Mona. Paul looked at me wide-eyed, and I could sense his piercing judgment.

  “Yes. I was much different back then,” I murmured, shame-faced.

  “If you’ll excuse me,” Paul said with a tight smile, patting my back and walking away from us.

  “You were awesome back then!” Mona gushed. “Do you remember the time we snuck out of my parents’ house during that birthday sleepover just to give that guy—” Her finger went to her lip, trying to come up with the memory. “Brian Cane!” she shouted again. “Just to give Brian Cane a blow job? God, that night was hot. A total wet dream for him to have both of us go down—”

  The people in the room gasped. My hand covered her mouth instantly and I jerked her to the hall outside the classroom.

  “What. Are. You. Thinking?” I stuttered at her once we were alone. “I am an upstanding member of the PTA, Mona! Those people in there don’t need to know what kind of person could be influencing their children.” Wow. That came out so wrong. Her hand swept up to cover her laughter. “That’s not what I meant,” I said, regaining my posture. “What I meant was although we had some…inappropriate times in high school, it doesn’t mean that I’m the same person I was then. Those people in there,” I pointed toward the room, “don’t need to think that I’m encouraging the same kind of behavior with our kids.”

  She giggled, as though it wasn’t her position in jeopardy. “Well, it was still a hot night.”

  After a few seconds of trying my hardest to keep a straight face, my stony façade cracked when I remembered the night to which she was referring. We laughed and in unison shouted, “Oh, Mo, Mo, Moan…Ahhhh!” Continuing with my cackling, I was able to get words out between gasps for air. “You were…the one…that made him com—”

  “Ahem!” Darcy approached us with pursed lips and irritation in her tone. She sneered toward Mona, and then ignored her existence altogether. “Chris? May I speak to you privately a moment?” My smile fell flat. Why do I feel like I’ve just been busted by a teacher gossiping in class? Giving a quick nod and holding up my finger for Mona to wait, I followed Darcy a few yards away.

  Darcy snapped around quickly and folded her arms over her chest. While holding up her hand, she snipped, “I don’t even want to know what that conversation was about. But I think we both know the importance of maintaining a responsible and respectable semblance for these folks.” Her eyes shifted over my shoulder and narrowed toward Mona. “I don’t know who she is, but perhaps you should speak with her about refraining from talking about immature sexual promiscuities in high school.” I went to defend Mona, but Darcy held her hand up again. “I think I’ve made my point perfectly clear. No need for further discussion.” After glancing at her wristwatch, she flattened the invisible wrinkles in her skirt and patted her non-existent stray hairs back into place. She stood as if a stick were just shoved up her… spine and gave a sickeningly fake smile. “I have to get going. Joey and Ellie are waiting for me at home. It’s Trivial Pursuit night.” She held her head high walking past Mona—avoiding eye contact—and marched back into the classroom.

  After flashing an apologetic smile, I walked back toward Mona. “Sorry.”

  “Nah, don’t be. So, Chrissy, tell me what you’ve been doing for the past twenty years.”

  “Well, Ryan and I were together for about ten years.” I looked down, swallowing the lump in my throat. “But, we divorced, and I’ve been raising Jake on my own.”

  She nodded sympathetically. “What do you do for a living?”

  “I’m a graphic designer. It’s more freelance work, but I have long-standing contracts set up with some local businesses that keep a steady flow of money coming in. What about you?”

  “Oh, I’m a stay-at-home mom. I’ve got two kiddos, and they’re brats.” She laughed. “But they’re mine and I love them to death.”

  I smiled. “So you’re married, then?”

  “Yep, to Julian. He’s a realtor…”

  We continued catching up for twenty minutes before she noticed the time. She grabbed my phone and entered her number, insisting I call her soon.

  It was really great to see an old friend. And when I stopped to think about it, I realized that I didn’t have many of those left. Mona and I were great friends back then, but Ryan hadn’t liked me spending time with anyone but him; eventually all my friendships faded, and I was left alone.

  I hadn’t stopped to think about it until that moment, but perhaps I could use a friend or two.

  Chapter Three

  “Jake! I’m home,” I called when I arrived home that evening, but didn’t hear a response. I sighed as I peeled off my jacket and threw it over the wooden banister, slowly ascending the steps.

  I soaked in the tub for what felt like over an hour, sipping on a glass of white merlot and laughing at the memories of my high school days with Mona.

  “Shhh, Chrissy! You’re making too much noise! My parents are gonna know!” Mona whispered.

  “Oh, stop having a cow. They aren’t gonna know unless one of those other bitches tells them. Where are we meeting Brian anyway?”

  “At the park across the street. He’s already there,” she whispered.

  “And what are we supposed to do, exactly?”

  “He asked for both of us. Don’t ruin this for me, Chrissy. I’ve had a crush on Brian for four months. We’re gonna do whatever he wants us to do!”

  We crossed the residential street and hopped the steel fence to gain access to the baseball diamonds. Brian was standing on the pitcher’s mound, already rubbing at his crotch. “Well, what did he say he wanted with both of us?”

  “He…well,” she whispered. “He sorta mentioned a blowjob.”

  I shrugged. “That’s it?”

  “You’re okay with that? I mean, have you done this before?”

  “Oh god, yes! Haven’t you?”

  Mona kept her head down, concentrating on the green grass in the outfield.

  “Oh, shit. Okay, well it’s really easy. All you gotta do is pretend you’re sucking the life out of a popsicle. You know, trying to get all the sweet juice from it. But for the love of all that is holy, do not scrape your teeth against him. I’ll just sit back and assist with rubbing his balls.”

  Mona’s eyes shot open wide. “You’re not gonna suck him?”

  “No way. We want him falling for you, not me.” I winked.

  I chuckled thinking about the stark contrast of who I’d been back then compared to who I was today. But once the water turned cold and my fingertips were successfully pruned, I reluctantly removed myself from the bath and threw on my robe. I combed my hair, then gathered it into a messy bun and applied strawberry scented moisturizer on my legs. The muffled sound of the front door closing and soft murmurs could be heard from the hall, and I called out for Jake again.

  “Yeah, Ma. We’re here,” I heard, followed up with a “shh” and a stumbling sound. I turned the corner of the stairwell, keeping a tight grip on the slit of my robe.

  “We?” I asked. My heart f
ell when I saw Jake’s glossy eyes, then Wilson’s. Both of the boys were attempting to remove their shoes, obviously drunk, fumbling with their laces and bracing themselves against the wall.

  “Jacob Finnegan Cole!” I snapped, my eyes widening as I walked down to them. “Are you drunk?”

  He choked out a quick laugh before trying to regain seriousness, and stood tall at the front door, one boot removed and his jacket hanging off his arm.

  I glanced at an unbalanced Wilson and watched as his tongue darted out slowly, sweeping his across his full bottom lip. He gave my legs and chest an intense stare, and I could’ve told you exactly what he was thinking by his eyes. He followed up his expression with scratching his scalp to tousle his hair.

  With a shake of my head, I drew my attention away from Wilson and glared at my son. I raised him better than this. Is this the first time he’s gone out with his “friends” and gotten drunk? I taught him to be responsible about these things. I’m not an idiot, I get that kids are going to do this, but not without a sober ride! Not without some kind of supervision! A great upstanding member of the PTA I am. Oh god, if Darcy finds out…

  “Mother. Dear, dear mother.” Jake paused to collect his thoughts and smirked, grabbing his chest in sentiment. “I know what you’re thinking, but I really didn’t have that much to dri—”

  “Knock it off, Jake. Go to your room. We’ll talk about this later. I’m going to take Wilson or Williams—or whatever the hell his name is—home now,” I fumed. “Wilson,” I shot at him, “Get in my fucking car.” They gawked at my language as they stood silently. I have to admit, I was alarmed at my own expletive as well. “Now!” I shouted.

  Jake weaved up the steps as I grabbed my jacket from the banister and followed Wilson out the door.

 

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