by Dark Angel
That’s when I see Daniel slapping Bethany’s butt so hard. They’re both looking at me as he whispers something in her ear. They can flirt or even fuck. I don’t fucking care. Not anymore. I’ve got a real woman at home. Daniel thinks that I’ll be tripping that he’s stepping out of line and doing the one thing that us guys never do. Sloppy seconds is one of our rules. Daniel’s just broken our cardinal rule which works out in my favor because I intend to break mine too and go and visit his mom. Then again, that’s an unspoken rule. Not one that we’ve written down in stone, but I know that if he knew he would be pissed. So, would I. But it’s not my mom I’m thinking about, it’s his.
Jennifer
I’m lying in bed wishing that Jason didn’t have to go out earlier. Daniel said that Jason’s been acting like a jerk lately and didn’t turn up at the lake like he said he would. Until Daniel brought it up, I’d forgotten all about it. Then again, Daniel just said that a bunch of them were going, he never mentioned Jason going, or maybe he did, but I’ve been so preoccupied lately with spending time with Jason that I forgot all about it.
Before, lying in bed and reading my Kindle was good enough for me. But after spending time with Jason, all I can think about is him being here with me. Reading sexy stories, even Naughty Angel Publishing’s latest, Lust Muscle is just making me miss him even more. I don’t remember ever missing Tom. Then again, we slept in separate bedrooms and not once did I think about knocking on his door and asking him to take me during the night. That's all I think about when I’m with Jason. I keep asking him when he’ll be able to come over or even better if Carla’s working nights.
My friend.
My neighbor.
We’re both lying and sneaking around her house like little kids. I should feel guilty, but the thrill of it all feels as if I’m making up for my lost youth. Not only that, but I can sit and talk to Jason. I never thought of him as being so easy going, but then that’s because I was too busy trying to appease a husband that was interested in only himself and nothing else.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t hear the knock on the door.
Once.
Twice.
I get out of bed wearing the sexy black lingerie that I bought for tonight. I never knew that Jason was going to go with Daniel when Daniel told me about the party tonight I’d assumed that he was going alone.
Not with Jason.
I ran out and bought the sultry piece, already planning in my mind about different ways to seduce Jason. I get out of bed wondering if Daniel’s come back early which is strange because he usually stays the night at Ron’s parties. It’s obvious what goes on there. There’s no adult because his dad is always away on a business trip and leaves Ron to run wild in his house. I don’t know the man, I’ve only met him twice. Daniel says that he’s some business tycoon who doesn’t have time for his only son and spends his time going from one country to the next. I wondered if Daniel was talking about Tom while he described Ron’s dad.
‘He doesn’t care about Ron, only his business.’
I need to talk to Daniel about Tom, but whenever I try, he just shuts me down. He didn’t even ask how his dad died, or even where the heart attack took place. I told him that much, but then as the person knocks once more, I think about my son and the fact that I’ve been protecting him too much. He’s a man. I need to tell him the truth about his dad so that we can both move on from Tom’s dirty secret.
“Jason!” I gasp as I open the door. The Kindle’s still in my hand, and I should worry about Daniel, but I feel as if I haven’t seen Jason in days even if it has only been one night.
“Reading?” He says as he lifts his eyebrow.
I should ask him what he’s doing here, but I don’t care. I can’t believe that he came back and I press my lips against his.
He pulls back and asks, “I think that you missed me just a little bit.”
I shut him up by pressing my lips against his. My legs wrap around his body as my Kindle drops to the floor. I don’t care if I never read another book because now I have the real thing as his hands lose the sense of propriety as he slams the door with his foot. His hand is sliding up my body as he slips the dress above my head as I break away from him.
I moan with pleasure as I know that he’s by my side and even if he saw me in the slip for a split second, I don’t care as he grips me firmly and pulls me back toward him so that our mouths are the same height. I loop my arms and legs around him and run my fingers through his dirty blond hair. I can feel his pulsing mass of cock against my dripping panties. He can make me wet by just entering a room. He doesn’t even have to touch me. Just the thought of him makes me wet and then he growls as we begin to rock back and forth and he uses the shut door as leverage. “Jesus! Were you expecting me? You’re so damn wet.”
I nod then shake my head. “I was just thinking of you. That’s what you do to me.”
He smiles as he slides a finger under my chin and then our eyes lock. “It’s just the two of us tonight. Daniel’s at the party trying to make me jealous. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
I should ask him, what he means about Daniel, but I don’t care as his words were music to my ears. But I’d had enough of talking; I wanted him to satisfy me the best way that he knew how by fucking me all night and all morning long.
Jason
I can’t believe that I didn’t leave. Every time I got up during the night, I just wanted more of Jennifer, and it’s as if she’s a willing partner that never says no. She’s ever so willing all the time. It’s as if she’s been making up for the last eighteen years of her shitty marriage with the way we fuck.
“You’re awake,” she yawns as she spins around. I love watching her sleep, and I had my arms wrapped around her. I didn’t know that she was awake.
“Yeah. For a while,” I say quietly as I kiss her cheek.
“Why, were you listening out?” She asks as she turns to face me.
There’s something innocent about her that makes me want to protect her all the time. Even with the little sleep that we’ve had, she still looks as beautiful as she did in that hot sexy black number I caught her in when I knocked on her door.
“No. What would you have done if I was a burglar last night? You just opened your door without even asking who was at the door.”
She laughs. “Do you think that a burglar would knock on the door?”
I sigh. “Good point. I didn’t think about that.”
“I suppose deep down I knew that it was you.” “How?” I ask as I put a pillow behind my head and then lift her up so that she’s holding on to my chest. I need to get up. Go back home, but then knowing that I won’t be by her side is keeping me locked in her arms.
“Because if it were Daniel, he would have screamed my name about ten times. And only the two of you know where I keep the spare key.”
“You need to change the position of that.”
She suggests, “Or you could keep it on you all the time. I know the flower baskets are pretty much where most people tend to keep their spare key, especially on this street. I see Mrs. Browne searching for hers all the time in them.”
“The problem is she has so many flower baskets, which she’s always forgetting which one she puts them in.”
“Especially when they’re all the same roses. So, she’s always making a mess by searching through them all. And then going out and buying new roses to replace them.”
Jennifer forgot the most important part of this story.
“And they’re always the same red roses!”
We both laugh about Mrs. Browne and her obsession for red roses. She was one of the first neighbors to come and introduce herself to us when we moved in. She came over with a box of cookies, and I think that I ate them all the first day and I fell in love with the street immediately. I wanted to have Mrs. Browne’s cookies every single day.
“I don’t know which part of you I enjoy more?" I say as I stroke her face. “Havin
g sex with you? Showering with you? Bathing with you, or even just lying in bed and just talking to you.”
She chuckles. “So your list consists of three sexual things and one non-sexual thing because we’re too tired to have sex.”
I tilt my head. “Never thought of it that way.”
She lifts her head up.
“Jason, what’s going to happen when the summer’s over?”
Wow, where did that come from?
We’re here enjoying each other’s company, even with my morning breath I don’t feel shy about it. Also, I know that Mom’s on her way to work and Daniel’s not going to be coming home anytime soon. No doubt he’s probably drunk himself into a coma, and she’s gone all serious on me.
“Well?”
She’s waiting for an answer, but I don't want to think about that right now.
She smiles as she strokes my face.
“Look, I’m not expecting you to put a ring on my finger or anything like that. Or even go out and declare that I’m your girlfriend. I just want us both to have clear expectations.”
I start to go red because this is my line. The one that I use on girls that I think want a relationship from me after the night’s done. This is my expectation line. The one that I’ve said so many times that I could recite it backward and she’s saying it to me.
The mood’s changed, it no longer feels nice and relaxing. It feels the opposite and I feel, as if I should be getting my ass back home, right now.
“Why? What do you think is going to happen?” I sit up, getting ready to get out of bed. Not any other bed, but her bed. I have one of my own. I don’t need the rejection line to be told to me while I’m lying in it.
She smiles and then wraps her arm around me.
“That this is the summer and that we’re both enjoying each other’s company. After then we’ll go back to our lives. You to college and me, here.” “Is that what you want, Jennifer?”
She shakes her head, but avoids eye contact.
“It’s not about what either of us wants. It’s just the way that it needs to be.”
Who the fuck wrote the rule book on us?
We’re both consenting adults; no one can tell us what to do. We need to decide the best step forward, but as I stroke her hair, her heart races as I feel it beating on top of me. The realization that she’s right starts to hit home. I close my eyes as I realize that Jennifer’s not giving me the rejection line, but just being realistic about our situation. When the summer’s over, we’ll be over too, just like it never happened. I should be going home, but I can’t move, my hand just continues to run up and down her silky skin. This is a feeling that I never want to forget even after the summer’s over.
Jennifer
I didn’t want to go out tonight. Carla arranges for us to go out and have that much overdue drink. The one that she promised nearly a week ago before I started sleeping with her son. I needed someone to talk to when she suggested it, but now I found him, I didn’t want to go. I told her to go ahead without me. I even suggested that she go out of with the nurses. But she just looked at me as if I was mad. As far as she’s concerned, I spend every night alone. She asked me, “Don’t you ever want to go out?”
I smiled at her and told her to come around at seven. Besides Jason wasn’t happy about the idea, he turned into some caveman when I told him about tonight.
‘I don’t like the idea of you going to bars. I mean just say some man tries to hit on you. How will you protect yourself?’
He didn’t seem to mind his mom going, just not me. I went to his place this morning while she was at work and showed him what I would only do with him and no one else. He calmed down after we did it in the utility room while the washing machine was running. It was wild, and it makes me hot just thinking about it.
“Are you sure that this is the right bar?” I shout out to Carla.
She’s laughing as she looks from side-to-side. The place is too loud, and I feel old as there are kids in the bar throwing things at each other.
“One of the nurses suggested this place!” she shouts back.
“How old are they?”
She shakes her head and grabs my arm. I can tell by her actions that the nurse must be young. We get outside, and it’s as if we’re trying to catch our breath. The place was packed, and I felt as if I was going to a crowded concert. The one that I took Daniel and his friends to when they were fifteen and needed a parent chaperone. I volunteered because I’d never been to a concert. I remember afterward thinking that there were some things that I’d never experienced and I wasn’t missing out on life as a result of them.
“Now, that was difficult,” Carla says as she smiles at me.
“Tell me about it. How old are the nurses?”
She waves her hand, as I think that she spots a couple of them through the crowd.
“Junior nurses!” She laughs.
I shake my head, as I think that I’m having sex with an eighteen-year-old, but I can’t hang out in a bar that has a bunch of twenty-one or even older crowd in it.
“God, how old are they?”
She smiles. “Around twenty-two, three. Who knows? They’re young. But you would fit in easily with them. It’s me that looks as if I’m old enough to be their mom.”
I shake my head as I study her dark hair pinned up in a loose bun and the sexy red number that she’s wearing, considering she’s a single mom who works a lot of long hours she still shapes up nicely when she goes out.
“At least you’re out there in the real world. I’m the one who’s stuck at home all the time. Time is all I have,” I say, as we walk down the street and Carla takes the lead.
“Let’s find a descent place to have a drink and then we can talk,” Carla offers as she loops her hand in my arm.
I have no idea what direction we’re going in because we both left our cars at home and took an Uber out here so that we could drink and have some fun.
“What about that place?”
I point to a bar across the street as I see a few people walk in and out. People our age, not like the drunks that are leaving the bar that we just left and are making so much noise on the side of the curb.
“Looks presentable.”
I nod. “Looks like a place that women our age would go to.”
She agrees as she locks her arm into mine and we start to cross the street at the lights.
“Seriously Jenny, you look completely different compared to the last ten years that I’ve known you. Your hair’s down.”
I correct her, “Because Tom insisted that it was always tied back. ‘Never in a bun,’ he would say. ‘That’s the way that my mom wears her hair, and I didn’t marry my mom.’”
“You’re wearing short skirts. This one nearly shows your ass when you bend over.”
‘Easy access,’ Jason would say, that’s why I even bought the dress in the first place. To surprise him when he comes over. I didn’t plan on wearing it out. It just happened that way.
“‘Don’t wear anything above the knee. I didn’t marry a lousy,’ Tom would say. So, I never showed off my knees. ‘Besides your knees are too knobbly, and people would think that you never eat or something.’”
I was doing a bad impression of Tom, but that’s exactly why he said that and the reason why I never wore short skirts in his presence. Even out of it, I still had a complex about my knees after his comment.
“What about pants? I don’t remember you ever wearing pants,” Carla asks as her brows cross and I shake my head about what Tom used to say about that.
“‘Don’t wear pants. I never married a man!’”
Then we both burst out laughing; he didn’t want to think of himself as being gay, just practicing it outside of her home or sitting at home watching it on the Net.
She opens the door for me and says, “Well something’s made you change into a hot momma overnight, and I’m going to get it out of you before the night’s done.”
I smile as my eyes dart acr
oss the bar. There are a few couples and a couple of men who probably think that we want to be picked up for the night. I ignore them as I move to the other side of the bar. Away from them and so we don’t end up looking their way and giving them the wrong message.
“Well, I do have a confession to make…”
Carla’s eagerly waiting for me to speak, but I know that it's not time to tell her about Jason. It's only a summer thing and Carla and I came out to have a good time. There's a time and place for everything and standing in a bar isn't the best time to tell her about Jason and I.
Carla shakes her head. “Drinks first.”
Then she waves to the bartender.
“Can we have a couple of tequilas? And then a couple of cosmopolitans?”
The bartender raises an eyebrow and asks, “Should I just bring them together? Saves you calling me all the time.”
Then he moves and Carla purses her lips together, and I think about the fact that our night has gone from one disaster to another, but I’m not going to let the bartender’s comment ruin it.
“I’m seeing someone,” I say quietly feeling uneasy about discussing this with Carla.
“Wow!” Carla claps her hands together, and it seems to wake up the people that are at the bar because they all turn their attention to us. Especially the rude bartender who swiftly comes over with our tequilas.
“Ladies, you’re a lively pair tonight, and I haven’t even given you your tequilas yet.”
He hands them over to us with the salt and as we agree to take the shot and then the cosmopolitan comes, I start to get braver. I start talking, a bit too much.
“No, it’s a lie. I’m not just seeing someone. I think that I’m falling in love!”
“Woo-hoo!” Carla shouts out, and then I nod my head and say, “He’s so into me. But then maybe a little too much, because he’s younger. Much younger…”
