36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  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 across 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…”

  She laughs. “Age ain’t nothing like a number. Follow your heart and for once in your life have some fun. You’ve had a crappy eighteen years of being with someone who doesn’t want to be with you. Just go with the flow. Seriously, if I knew being with a younger man could make me look as good as you are at the moment, I would have done it a long time ago.”

  I smile at her words; I do feel different. More alive, I never knew until Jason and I started seeing each other that I’d been dead until now.

  “Now let’s get another round of drinks. There are two men that look as if they’re going to buy them for us.”

  I shake my head. “But I’m a taken woman.”

  She winks, “You are. But I’m not.”

  Jason

  Mom came home pissed, and I don’t even want to know what state Jennifer came home in last night. I just know that I could hear them singing as they got out of the Uber car. Fuck, I felt like a dad. I sat facing the window waiting for them to come in. Mom just flopped on the door. She couldn’t even put the key in. I waited to see if Jennifer was in a better state. But I don’t think that she was in a much better one either, lucky for her Daniel was coming home at the same time, so he helped her in. I wonder where he was so late?

  That’s when I remember to ask him. “Hey, last night. Where were you?”

  He ignores me as he moves to another machine. Even though it’s out of season to train, we still need to keep our fitness levels up. So, a regular stint at the gym and running in the morning becomes part of our routine.

  I smile at the thought that Daniel’s got a secret. One that he’s trying to hide as I think about my own and know that no matter what, his can’t be as bad as mine.

  “I didn’t want to tell you like this,” he sighs as he avoids eye contact.

  I have a smirk on my face thinking that I’m right. He does have a secret and part of me wonders if it has something to do with some pussy.

  “What’s her name?”

  “Who?” he asks trying to act innocent, but one thing about Daniel is that he’s not good at acting. Not one little bit.

  “Okay, it’s Bethany. I didn’t want to tell you like this. But, we’ve been hooking up.”

  I nod my head thinking that it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I just hope that it’s a recent thing and it didn’t start before I slept with her when I came back home.

  “When did it start?”

  He sighs as he stands up to me. He probably thinks that I’m pissed or something, but I couldn’t give a rat’s ass. I just want to make sure that she’s not cheating on him.

  “Ron’s party.”

  I sigh feeling relieved, and then I head over to the treadmill. I feel like going for another run. Daniel follows me like a little puppy.

  “Another run?”

  I nod. “Yeah, got a lot of shit going through my mind.”

  He doesn’t say anything as I put on my headphones and think about his dirty secret compared to mine. I probably made him feel bad right now. I can feel that his eyes on me, but I can’t talk to him right now because I have a secret of my own.

  Daniel trusts me enough to worry about my feelings about him being with Bethany. He crossed the line by going with my ex. It’s a cardinal rule for us. Don’t go for sloppy seconds, but I’ve done something far worse. I’ve been sleeping with his mom and the worst part about it is I don’t feel guilty about it. I have been so caught up in being with Jennifer that the idea that I’m betraying one of my closest friends never entered my mind.

  I’m running from my betrayal and picking up speed on the treadmill like a mad man. A man on a mission trying to escape the pain that he’s inflicting on his friend. I’ll never tell him. Jennifer said that this is just a summer fling. That we’ll both go back to our old lives when it’s all over. That’s the part that hurts me the most because I don’t think that I can do that. Not after the time we’ve spent together. The last few weeks have been the best in my life. I thought that playing ball made me feel alive. Fucking made me feel superior, but talking to Jennifer. Holding her in my arms at night makes me feel something completely different.

  I jump off the treadmill consumed in my guilt and unable to escape the feeling that’s in my mind right now.

  “Holy crap, Jason, if I knew that it bothered you this much then I never would have touched her. I would have stayed away. I thought that it was over between you!”

  I catch my breath. I’m sweating like a sinner in church and as I stand up after feeling as if my heart is racing out of control. I stand up and say the words that I never thought would leave my mouth.

  “I’m in l
ove with someone else. That’s what’s got me, man. Not you and Bethany. Only her.”

  He looks at me awkwardly, probably confused by my words.

  I don’t give him a chance to respond as I blurt out, “I need to hit the showers.”

  I don’t want him to follow me. I just need to be alone.

  Jennifer

  I’m shopping in the mall trying to figure out what to wear tomorrow tonight. The probate money has been released, and I should be doing something like maybe going on a cruise and then thinking of my future. But, I can’t help when I feel that for the first time in forever I feel alive and it’s all thanks to Jason. It’s not just about having sex. Sometimes we go out on the town, not our town in case someone recognizes us, but we’ve been to dinner. Even sightseeing tours on the boat, played adventure golf and even watched a movie in a movie theatre. I giggle as I remember not seeing much of the movie. Especially when we were in the back row. I gave him a BJ in the back seat, and I laughed like a little girl as we left the theatre.

  I thought that going out in public; people would think that I was his mom and stare at us. But no one cared, people knew that we were a couple. I would wear hot pants not only so he could gain easy access to my butt, but so I would dressed young. Be in clothes that I was forbidden to wear when I was in my dead marriage.

  I feel alive and happy, for the first time in my life. I feel like dancing in the mall, but for now, I’ll settle for just buying too much lingerie and showing him what I think about him.

  “Hi, how are you doing today?” the pretty assistant asks as I wander in the lingerie section.

  “Good, but I don’t know what to get.”

  She winks at me. “Is it a special occasion?”

  I nod my head; I must have it written all over my face. It is a special occasion. Daniel said that he’s going out all night and won’t be back until tomorrow. I’m going to cook dinner for Jason. Not something that I’ve cooked before.

  “Wedding?”

  I laugh as she tries to figure out what the type of special occasion is.

  “I’m too old for that.” I smile back at her.

  She laughs. “You’re never too old to get married. My mom’s done it five times, and I think that she’s going for the sixth time and you’re probably half her age.”

  I want to tell her the truth. That I’ve got a son that’s probably just a little younger than her. But I keep my mouth shut, because by telling her then I’ll spoil the mood and realize that my boyfriend’s around the same age.

  “No. I just want it to be a romantic meal. I just want to celebrate the two-month milestone.”

  “Milestone?”

  She quizzes and I wish that she’d find another customer to serve. I’ve told her more than my friend. Then again, I have no choice, because she’s a stranger. When Carla inquires about my young man, I have to brush her off. I can’t talk to her about him. It’s just wrong. That leaves Daniel, and he’s the last person that I’ll talk to about sex or anything of this nature.

  This leaves the pretty blonde sales assistant who I’ll never meet again and doesn’t even know my name.

  “You know. We’ve been dating for two months.”

  She claps her hands. “Arrh, that’s so sweet. Well, let’s go and see what we can get for your two months anniversary.”

  She’s so excited, and I feed off her energy as she selects red slips, bras, panties and even a pink number with bows. I smile at her and say, “It’s not just a two-month milestone, but I’m going to tell him that I love him.”

  She winks and hands me the pink bra with bows and says, “Forget the bra. Just go with the panties. This way, he’ll be the one telling you how much he loves you.”

  I laugh.

  She has a dirty mind, I love it, and as I try on all of them, I do something that I’ve never done before. I put on a mini catwalk and get her opinion on all of the things that she picked up for me. Not just the pink things with bows. No one’s seen me naked as an adult until that first time by the pool with Jason. Not even my husband of eighteen years. I remember one time walking past him, naked and thinking that he didn’t even blink. I knew then that I disgusted him. I’d wasted eighteen years trying to please him. I’d spent two minutes doing that to Jason, and it was effortless. He wants me all the time, and I don’t even need to be standing in front of him naked. I don’t even need to try.

  “Naomi, run up my card, I’m going to take all of them.”

  She screams, “All the pieces?”

  I know that she works on commission and to her it’s probably a lot of money that she’s earning as a result of it. To me, it’s just making up for eighteen years in the time that we have left together. I know that it’s a summer fling, but it’s helped me in so many ways, and I don't want it to end. If Jason doesn’t agree, then we’ll say our goodbyes. I could never regret the way that I’m feeling right now.

  “All!” I repeat as I stand next to her.

  “You have a killer body, Jennifer, and whoever this guy is, he’s a very lucky guy.”

  I wink and say, “I know. But I’m a lucky girl too.”

  I’ve been brought back to life, and if it weren't for Jason, I never would have known that I was truly dead until two months ago. I was a shell just walking around, and he brought me back to life, and I would love him forever for doing that for me.

  Jason

  “Oh my gosh, what did you put in that sauce?” I say as I try and catch my breath back. I had the best meal of my life especially the desert. It was the perfect part of the meal.

  Jennifer laughs as I attempt to lift her off the table. Jennifer cooked a three-course meal and wore a tight black dress. I tried my best to eat and concentrate on the meal, but my cock was so fucking hard, hurting and throbbing so much that the conversation was light and the only thing on my mind was taking her up to the bedroom. But, we didn’t make it that far. I tried my best to control myself so that I didn’t ruin her efforts. I know that she had been working hard on the meal. One thing about Jennifer, she’s so easy to read. When she told me to come round tonight and wear something special, I knew that she was going that extra mile tonight. And from the moment she opened the door, she took my breath away.

  There were candles all around the dining room and throughout the house. She had this big grin on her face, from the moment she opened the door, and her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and she had no makeup, just heels, and her tight black dress. Her heels were so fucking high that her calf muscles were so tight all I wanted to do was run my tongue all the way from her toes right up to her head.

  As soon as we finished the main meal of sea-food risotto and I tried to resist the temptation to have another serving, all I could do was roll on to desert and hope that it was her pussy that was on the menu.

  She had on a black dress that hung to her like a second skin. It was off the shoulder, and it was holding up her breasts, and I knew that all I had to do was tug it down and I would have both her breasts in the palm of my hand.

  She had pieces of Italy everywhere with the candles. From the flag to Italian music playing in the background. I told her that I’d always wanted to visit Italy and she went out of her way to bring it here tonight. Just for me. No one takes what I say seriously. Because I’m a ball player they think that all I do is live for the sport and when I’m not on the field then all I want is some pussy.

  Jennifer’s taken me away from that; she’s making me see that there’s more to me. More to life. As soon as I finished the risotto, she took off her dress and gave me her pussy as the desert. I got rid of everything on the dining table with one hand and put her sweet pussy on top of it. It was the hottest thing that I’ve ever done in my life. She didn’t even complain; she laughed as the plates went smashing on the ground.

  But it didn’t just end there; I had to take her. I couldn’t control myself, and I fucked her on top of the table.

  I’m panting trying to get my breath back and judging by her lack of re
sponse, I’m not the only one.

  “Is this what you’ve been up to all day?”

  She nods her head. “All day.”

  I shake my head feeling bad about not being able to control myself. I shouldn’t have smashed everything on the ground like that. I should have been patient and taken her upstairs, but I couldn’t wait that long.

  I laugh as I lift her up and say, “I should have taken you upstairs.”

  She springs up. “What would have been the fun in that?”

  “I’ve created a monster,” I tease as I start to pick up the plates.

  “Jason, no. I’ll do that later. Let’s go up. I’m tired. I’ve been shopping all day and cooking the rest. I want to lie down.”

  I reassure her, “You don’t want to wake-up in the morning and have all this to clear up. You go and lie down, and I’ll clean it up.”

  I zip up my pants and start getting to work.

  “After all, I created the mess,” I sigh feeling guilty that I made such a mess in her house.

  She tugs my arm. “Did we swap ages or something?”

  I’m completely lost because I don’t know what she’s talking about.

  “What do you mean by swapping ages?”

  She wraps her arms around my neck.

  “I’m the mom, supposed to be worrying about cleaning up. Not you.”

  She sighs. “When are you going to college? You’re going to be leaving, and then I’ll have nothing but cleaning to do. That’s all I’ve done my whole life.”

  “Jennifer, have you been drinking?”

  She shakes her head. “Are you listening to me?” She jumps up into my arms. “Take me upstairs because I want to enjoy every moment of you until you go back to college.”

  “In two weeks I’ll be gone, but that doesn’t mean that we need to end it, does it?”

  That’s all that’s been playing on my mind; I can’t say goodbye to her. I don’t want to.

  She smiles. “I don’t want to end it. I want there to be more than one summer. I want so many, but let’s face it. We have your mom, my son. There’s no way that they’ll accept us.”