I came home from the office late that day and was surprised to find my husband’s car missing.
I went in the house to ask what had happened to the car. But Barry wasn’t there. My phone rang.
“Hey honey, listen, I’m gonna tell you something, don’t freak out”
“Depends, did you crash the car or something? Where are you? Don’t worry, I’ll come to the hospital right away.”
It’s weird how our brains go directly to death when someone is about to say something bad.
“Okay, calm down. Nothing that bad, just that my son is coming and he’s gonna stay for the summer.
I didn’t tell you coz you might have gone to your mother’s place or something but listen, it’s okay, He asked for you and I think this time we can actually act like a family.
Hello! You there?”
No, I’m not. I decided to marry Barry coz I didn’t want the baggage and I’m not good with kids and I don’t ever want to deal with them.
Barry agreed to my terms but I guess now the father side of him is taking over.
“When?”
“Now.”
“Now??, what? Why?” I jumped off the couch
“Okay, this is what I meant by not freaking out.
I know you love isolation and want us to be alone, I want the same thing, but he has nowhere else to go, I’m the only person he knows here.
Will you agree for at least a week or so, until he can find some place, He’s my son for god sakes!”
“ohh, don’t go all emotional on me, not that I don’t want him to stay but you know,”
“Yeah, just for this once. What do you say?”
Somewhere inside I found myself wondering if I was acting like a bitch. Well it’s the least I can do for Barry after all that he’s done for me. While I was thinking
“I love you, you know.”
“No, I didn’t know that, maybe you have to remember that before a last minute call. Okay, I’ll make the guest bedroom ready”
“Thanks sweetie”
“No need to butter me up now, wait, which grade is he in again?”
“Grade? He’s in college, okay, I have to go now, will be there by 10, love you, bye.”
“Bye”
As I started cooking and I began to think of my life if I had kids.
Maybe for some women it’s the greatest thing in the world but in my life I didn’t see the point and time.
The doorbell rang as I was setting up the dinner table.
“Hi”, said Jack, this is the first time I’m seeing the kid in person.
“Hey, how was your flight?”
"Good"
“Yeah yeah, all good, let’s get in and eat, I’m hungry” Barry intervened.
“Of course, let me take that bag.”
There was little to no small talk, just the bare minimum amidst the clicking sounds of plates,
I came to know two things about him. One that his name’s jack and two he studies film.
It’s best if we kept it that way as he leaves shortly and no reason to get too much attached, at least for me.
The next morning I left for work early and later received a text from my husband asking if I was alright as I left without talking to them,
I replied with a smiley face.
Later that day we ordered pizza and were sitting in the living room watching T.V. Some baseball game. The guys seem to like it.
I was thinking about work, not much of a sports fan.
Then I saw Jack looking at me, I didn’t know what to do and looked at him in confusion.
He pointed at the last piece left and made some gesture with his hands asking me if I wanted it, I said “no, go ahead”, He made another gesture of a hungry stomach and I smiled and continued watching, while Barry kept a funny face looking at both of us and turned towards me and smiled, I guess he considered it an accomplishment of establishing a family bond over a pizza. Classic.
The next morning, I got up and was about to stretch for my usual run in the back yard, while I saw Jack sitting there on the steps.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked
“Yeah”
“New place does that to you, give it a couple of days.”
“You run?” he asked
“Yeah, when I have the time.”
Strange or not, I felt as if he was in some pain and I couldn’t see him alone there so I asked him if he wanted to tag along for a quick run.
“You sure about that?” he asked as if he knew I didn’t like the idea of him staying in my house.
“Yeah, go put on your shoes.”
He left in excitement. I think he needed that.
We started at our house and went to the nearby park, after about 25 minutes, I began reducing my speed and stopped.
“You tired already”
“Give me a minute.”
“20 minutes, not bad for an old woman” he said jokingly
“Old? 35 is not old, 60 is old, anyway, when I was 21, I could run for an hour.
It’s hard to find the time when you are working.”
“That’s what old people say, excuses, you can squeeze time for things you love no matter how busy you are.”
“oh, look at you, being all philosophical”
“It’s true!”
“bullshit, tell me that after 20 years, It’s cute to see your optimism but life will slowly suck it away from you, it’s the fucking truth.”
Then he looked at me as if he came from another planet!
“What’s wrong with you all of a sudden, with your pale face and all?”
“ahh, hmm, nothing, just that I didn’t expect you to be so with me,
I thought we’ll have to keep this formal layer of bullshit all summer.”
I was puzzled with his words and at the same time analyzing what they mean
“It’s not that we have to, you know,
Just that I’m not used to kids and this was a surprise.”
“I understand” he said “and, I think calling a 21 year old kid is a crime in New York.” He said with a cute little smile on
We continued walking slowly in the park, with the morning sun’s rays reflecting the sweat on our bodies, we laughed and shared a few stories and after an hour or so,
“Don’t you have work? It’s Wednesday”
“Yeah, I forgot, want to race to the house”
He gave the same look and smiled at me
“What?”
“Nothing, just didn’t expect you to be friendly and frankly I didn’t think we would get along at all.”
“Just have to get to know me better.”
“I think I’m half way there.”
“Yeah, now shut up and run”
We’ve reached home and I think this is the longest I’ve spent in the park after a long time. What life can do to you, in this superficial busy world? Now that I think about it, I actually liked it. Spending time with him. A welcome change in my stalled life I guess.
“Good run, I’ll make some eggs, fresh up and come down for breakfast.” I said wiping the sweat with a towel, He looked at me with picky eyes and I didn’t seem to bother thinking about it much.
“God, you have a great body for someone,” I stopped him at that
“for someone what, my age? What do you think I am, 65, stop bringing up this age nonsense, if I was worried about age so much, I wouldn’t have married your father.”
“Don’t you have anything else to talk about other than the possibilities of our marriage?” Barry spoke coming down the stairs.
“what do we have here, what were you guys doing, Jesus, last time I’ve seen so much sweat, I was in Africa.”
“Ha ha ha, this is what a healthy human looks like, you would know if you spent at least an hour a year on that damn treadmill”
“you know how much I make in that hour I spend on my job?”
“Will that money buy you an extra hour in your life?” I replied
“whoa, okay, I’m gonna go now, marriage stuff, no interest of mine.” Saying that Jack headed to his room.
“I see some changes here, you guys are bonding huh” Barry said with a hopeful tone which I suspect has some underlying tension I didn’t understand
“Yeah, He’s a good kid”
“A seal of approval from you! that will buy his at least another week”
“Don’t get your hopes up,
I think I don’t mind him staying here.”
“Only if had known a run would’ve done it” saying that Barry took his sandwich and was on his way to his car.
“Wait, you going so early?”
“Yeah honey, I have this meeting which will decide my fate for the next few days” he replied “and, can you do me a favor”
“Only if it doesn’t involve anything to do with me picking things up, which I hate”
“I wouldn’t make you do such an arduous work my dear” and he came for a kiss
“I sense some buttering from Mr. Barry here, now tell me What it is”
“Okay, Jack has this list of companies he has to go to for his internship interviews I think, can you just give him a quick map of things and drop him off at a subway, Here, use my metro card and pick him up on your way home. Can you do that?”
“Sure, getting lost in the city is something you need to do in your youth!”
I knocked on Jack’s door to ask him “Hey, I’m headed to work, you might want to come in the next 10 minutes and I’m your ride to the city!”
“Jack, you there?”
“umm, Yeah, I think there’s a problem, Something’s wrong with the toilet!”
“OH, That again! okay I’m coming in”
“Wait, let me put on some pants!”
“you done?”
“Yeah, come in”
“Let’s see, I don’t know how to fix it, your dad’s the guy but for now, use our bathroom”
“Hmm, What about this one?”
“We’ll take care of it later, now I’m in a hurry, fast, do your thing and get down quick”
In the car I gave some quick rundown on the city and how to navigate but now with the smartphone, no need for that anymore I guess. But I gave it anyway, it felt good, almost like teaching someone a new thing, like when you help your kid on how to ride a bike or something. That’s that and I told him that I’ll pick him up in the evening.
Later that day we talked about what he saw and his future plans and other stuff, normal to others but new to me after a yearlong of isolation. Not really isolation but one can run out of things to talk about when there’s only two of you, maybe that’s why people prefer kids. Maybe.
After getting home, I went to shower and I heard a knock on the door, not the bedroom door but the bathroom one.
I was scared at first, used to being alone but later came to my senses and shouted over the sound of the shower
“Jack! Is that you?”
“Hmm, yes, I have to pee”
“What?” I turned it off and heard him say
“I have to pee. It’s urgent!”
“Well, can’t you wait?”
“No, I’ve been holding it all through the ride, I can’t”
“Just a few more minutes!”
“Can I do it in the sink?”
“Eww, first Eww, second EWWW”
“I’m coming in”
“Wait let me unlock it”
I wrapped my foam covered body with a dry towel and waited for a few seconds. I wanted to see how he would react. I liked playing with him, a little bit sadistic but Hey, what can I say? It was fun.
“Ohh, I see what you’re doing. That’s it I’m going to the kitchen.”
“There, Happy” I said opening the door and stepped back in to the bath tub.
He came real quick and started peeing. He opened his zip already now that I think about it.
“Don’t look” I said, throwing a little foam towards him
“Can’t help it!” he said gesturing a warning that he would turn my way while peeing.
I have to admit, I tried really hard not to look. After what seemed like a really long time of me standing there staring at the ceiling, He gave it a few shakes and left saying thank you.
“Don’t mention it, I was waiting all my life for someone to pee in front of me.”
He was aware of my sarcasm and playfully sprinkled a few drops of water on me and left closing the door.
There was a smile I didn’t bother to hide, and as the place of immortal thoughts, the shower, I began to think if I was behaving poorly with him. Maybe it’s not a healthy step-relationship. But, I didn’t give it much thought.
We were sitting on the couch watching a movie, action I think, wait I remember the name, that die hard guy’s film, yeah, Unbreakable. Great movie, my seal of approval.
“Want me to put on another movie?” he said out of the blue
“Why?”
“I don’t know, if it is boring you, I could put on a rom-com!” He said “and When is dad coming home, It’s late, do you think he’s visiting a colleague in a hotel? Huh” he said with a new found freedom between us.
“He said he has some stuff to do at the office and shut up, Wait don’t change the subject, so just because I’m a woman, the default position is my love for rom-coms?” I replied with a fair share of annoyance. “I can appreciate a good movie you know, I don’t easily get bored.”
“So you don’t like rom-coms?”
“I didn’t say that, Jesus, should a person like only one genre? You have to do better than that”
“Wow, A lady with beauty and brains, not so popular combination these days.” As he said and started shifting his position, kept his head over my lap and kept talking. Not that big a deal I guess looking at his normal pace of conversation.
“I don’t know why you have to butter me up, that’s what your dad is for.”
“Jesus, can’t a guy give a compliment without complications?” He uttered those words in a mocking way, and I gave a slap on his forehead.
He shouted “Oww,” and glanced back at the TV screen.
I felt some movements of his head as it came closer up my thigh, maybe he was doing it not knowing, but it seemed far too frequent and his head movements were like rubbing my thigh, like a massage. I felt something. Not down there, but my heart began to beat faster. It does so when you are lying or in an excited state they say, but Why does it feel so now. I don’t know.
He kept doing it, now more subtly, but I noticed.
It felt different. And after a few minutes I reached over to the table to grab the bowl of chips and my boobs were so close to his face that my heart started racing.
“Can you pass that?”
“No, watch the movie”
“Mr. Critic where did that go when you were taking before?”
“I didn’t hear a please! Didn’t your mom teach that?”
“pleaseeeee” I stretched my response it after a couple of seconds of staring each other and he tried
“I can’t, you get it.”
“move your head, at least.”
“Why? Are you afraid that I’ll bite your jugs! “
What? Did he just say that, is it normal. Is this talk normal or is he out of line? I didn’t know how to react. This situation is completely new and as I was thinking, running it past my conscience I replied in the only way I found to be passive enough.
“What?” I said jokingly and bent to grab the bowl.
I bent more thinking I could reach it and as my hands were grabbing the bowl, He bit my right boob playfully. My heart stopped. I didn’t understand the intention and the situation. There was no humor left to tackle it so I slapped his forehead again and continued.
This time as fingers touched the bowl, He sucked my right boob placing half of it and began slowly sucking it and biting it at the same time. That moment time stopped. In a state of panic, confusion and amusement. My brain was shut. And the movie played somewhere in the background.
He continued sucking it now, placing it in and out slowly as if in a rhythm he created and I unknowingly bent over covering my head over his ears and my hand over his hair. His right hand started flowing over my tank top, slowly reaching my hip and my side boob. My fingers gripped his hair and He started sucking it harder and began drawing circles over my left one with his finger. It was unbelievable. I was in a state that was invigorating. And as He moved his finger from the side, lifting my top and placed it on the nipple, slowly pushing it in like a boy pressing buttons on an Atari. I laid there helpless, not able to control my own body, unknown of the complications and consequences of my actions now. I wanted to pinch myself and see if I was dreaming. But couldn’t even do that, One hand pressing the sofa cushion and the other over his hair. Matching his rhythm of sucking my tits, I began playing with his hair. Pulling it and aligning his head to my want. Directing his fingers to the place I needed to feel that tender touch. The contrast of hard sucking on one tit and kind of romantic overhaul on the other made it more intense than expected.
As I continued my motion of fingers on his hair, the outer sounds seemed to go into void, with the only sounds being the sound from his mouth and my soft moaning which I didn’t even realize. As he slowly shifted from the right boob to the left in that moment of time, our eyes staring at each other for that one second, which conveyed a sense of compliance I closed my eyes in pleasure over the anticipation of the same heavenly feeling my left boob is going to share. But it didn’t happen. I waited in the serenity of the situation as his hand pushed me a bit further and his head coming toward me. I moaned, This time realizing it happening.
But the touch was just my nipple. For just a second. His head moved again, now biting it. And that lasted a quick second. I waited taking fast breaths which he could see in the movement of my boobs, going up and down. My top was half up and my boobs completely out, with my hands laying now on each sides of his head, I laid there in suspense.
He’s playing with me. Playing with my expectation of his touch. But the control was in my hands. As he rested in my arms, I lifted his head and placed it on my left boob, now completely into his mouth forcing him to suck it and wanting the same pleasure I got a few minutes before.
Why did he wait? Was he placing the situation in my hands? Seeing if I would take the bait and surrender myself to his mouth. Well, if that was the case, he succeeded
This time there was not a rhythm to his sucking, but that random motions of changing pressure released all the tensions in my mind and sent it to a limbo of peace. You couldn’t tell if I was passed out as my eyes closed hard but just the movement of my hands over his head indicating otherwise.
I took it a step further. Later, When it passes my thoughts, I like to justify it by hoping that I thought it several times before doing it but that moment,
That moment alone would’ve been the separation to two different outcomes. Pushing him away and burying the thing deep inside my heart and never talk about it again like it didn’t happen, sending him away with an unsuspicious reason or surrendering myself to his actions and do what my heart says even though a thousand things are against it.
I moved my left hand through his shirt and cupping his hip waiting to push the hand inside his trousers but waiting for a signal, not knowing what to decide in that moment.
He started biting my whole boob which made my wrist tighten the grip on his hip barely above his boxers, and he started alternating from one boob to the next, with his wet mouth reaching my dry boob, the whole right portion of my body shivered. He moved his hand away from my right boob and touched my wrist, pressing it as he took it all the way into his mouth and sucking it so hard that there was a popping sound resonating in the room amidst all the chaotic movements of his random actions which made it even more exciting. He opened his mouth and left the boobs to the air waiting the cold breeze to hit them and passing shivers all over my body, which he felt on his hand and as my hand pressed hard against his hip he uncurled it and placed it inside his pants on top of his rock hard Penis and licked in between my boobs. As his tongue passed through my breasts my hand held his cock.
That moment, the first still one, with my breasts open to his sight and air passing in between his eyes and my nipples, my hand on his cock, waiting to get out of those boxers, my mouth wanting to taste it, my eyes dying to see it, my body not knowing how much more of it can take, My ears heard the doorbell ring.
There was no panic, but a continued state of surreal stare of our eyes, talking without words that this is not over yet, his hands slowly moved through my hair and pushed my head down, my lips touching his, a kiss I would never forget, a moment of passion, a few seconds of complete joy, the sound of the doorbell heard again.
We knew we had to move. Move now, or bad things will happen. His hands moved past my hair to my side touching my left boob, slowly pulling my top down and his head finally moving from the place heaven met earth, he sat on the edge of the sofa with his head pointed towards the ceiling and his eyes closed in satisfaction.
I got up, adjusted my top and walked to get the door. In a state of dizziness, and my heart and brain coming back to their normal states, the adrenaline levels boiling down, I opened the in the middle of my husband shouting, “Honey, you there?”
Yes, I am here, like I was never before.
Calm but confused,
Peaceful but puzzled,
Strong but weak,
Questioning my actions and waiting for the future to throw unexpected events at me, interrupted by Barry’s words
“Is your top wet? What, did you go for a run this late at night again?”
“Yes, yeah, couldn’t sleep.”,,,,,”How was your day?”
“Unexpected”
“Yeah, me too”,,,,,”What do you mean?”
“I have to leave now in a couple of hours, that meeting I told you about, it decided that my fate for the next Three days would be flying half the country for two different events, I’ll be back by Tuesday.”
“you okay” he said, watching my face go pale which he thought was a shock and responsibility of watching over his son, but it was a shock of terror, the unknown, the possibilities of my actions and bizzare twitch in my twat, a cool breeze in my pants.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, perfect”
“So, will you be okay by yourself? If you are not up to it, I can take him with me, no problem. Just so you know, I don’t want to cause any unwanted stress.”
Stress? Today is the most erotic relief I had in years.
“No, don’t worry about it, what could happen in two days?”
“As long as you are okay with it.” Saying that Barry went into the living room passing Jack saying hi.
“Hey dad.” He said in a nonchalant way that I found rather frustrating. As if nothing happened, how could he act as if everything is absolutely normal, with me standing right in front of him, with the bite marks of his teeth still on my top covering my wet soaked tits, but aside from that unable to control the twitches in my pants waiting to be filled with his Cock. But
But, I can’t let it happen. It can’t happen. Can it? Did someone else feel this way or am I the only woman to do this. Did this thing happen with other people? Are there situations of similar actions? Or even if they were, they would be kept a deep secret, hiding in plain sight as we stood there in clear sight of my husband’s view who is opening his briefcase involved in his own self-contained world.
“I’ll go take a shower honey, oh, what are you guys watching.”
“Huh” is all I could say in the situation I’ve never been in before,
“Unbreakable” Jack said looking at me, acknowledging that I exist and with a twinkle in his lust filled eyes and a grin on his face.
God, What could he be thinking right now?
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To be continued . . .
