Shit, it’s driving me fucking wild as my blood starts to burn. I wrap my fingers around her shoulders and fuck her even harder. She’s sent me on a mission, and that’s to come so fucking hard. I yank her body toward mine as I thrust inside of her. Our hips are riding together, and I think for a split second that I should stop. That I’m probably hurting Bethany and only thinking of my pleasure.
“Don’t stop, Jason. Don’t stop. I’m so close!” she commands making it known that I’m not to worry about hurting her.
She wants me to go on. It’s like her pussy is a glove as it hugs my cock and I can feel her muscles shifting and tightening in front of me.
“I’m coming!” she screams out.
I worry that Daniel, my neighbor, can hear us. He’s probably used to it. He said that when we were in high school, and we used to sneak around, we were only kidding ourselves because everyone in the neighborhood could hear Bethany’s screams. I thought that he was exaggerating until now. I start picking up my speed because the louder she screams it just seems to set me off.
I feel something primal rising in my chest, and Bethany’s got me going a lot more than she did a few minutes ago. She’s gripping hold of the bed, while I grab hold of her hips and keep her still so that I can ram my cock in and out of her until I’m ready to come. A few more powerful thrusts and I’m there, so I pull the condom off so that I can come all over her back. I’m fucking exhausted and I feel the sweat dripping off my forehead. She takes every last energy out of me as my cum starts shooting out like a pistol. It’s as if it won’t stop. I feel proud that I’ve come more than I’ve ever done before, but I can’t move. I feel as if my knees are so damn weak and they’ll buck if I don’t use Bethany as some support.
“Shit, Jason, have you been working out?”
What does she think?
I play sports so of course I’ve been working out. I am worried for a split second, because I lost total control. Coach told us that condoms rip. I want to be doubly sure that this didn't happen today. Besides, I love coming on women. Coach warned us to be extra careful when we pull out and to always check the condom.
I sit down on my bed; I’m just about to flop on it as I’m still catching my breath. She’s about to crawl all over me like a rash when we both look at each other. Someone’s ringing the doorbell as if their life depends on it. I wonder if it’s Daniel playing a prank and make a point about the noise Bethany makes. Either way, I need to get rid of her. Like now.
“Who’s that?” Bethany asks as she starts to reach for her clothes.
I shake my head. “I don’t know. Just stay here. I’ll get rid of them.”
She smiles like a Cheshire cat. I didn’t tell her to leave. That was my first mistake and my second one was telling her to stay in my room. She reaches out for the cover as if she’s waiting for me to have a second ride. I’m in trouble, not only because I don’t know who’s at the door, but also because I need to catch some z’s and that means getting rid of Bethany.
Jennifer
I need someone to talk to right now. Daniel’s not home, and I don’t have many friends. There are some other neighbors, we smile. We ask each other about the weather. The day. Our kids and how big they’ve grown. The typical conversation that strangers would exchange with each other while trying to be polite to each other.
None of them were real friends, not like Carla. I was a very lonely housewife; I didn’t join any parenting groups when I had Daniel. I never socialized with anyone. All instructions that were given to me by my dead husband.
Tom never knew about my friendship with Carla. If he had, then he would have put a stop to it. Tom was always paranoid about me getting to know people, worried about gossip and that everyone would find out about his dirty secret.
I’ve had a heart-to-heart with her from time to time. She’s a nurse, and maybe that’s the reason I find it easy to talk to her. She has that calming nature about her. Something that makes me feel comfortable talking to her as if she’s not judging me when I do it. I didn’t tell her about Tom and his indiscretions. I’d kept that a secret, but I didn’t about the way that he’d died. She didn’t seem surprised when I told her. I remember her indifferent reaction when I’d told her that Tom was gay. It was the third time that I’d said it out loud.
The first was when I’d told my parents about how Tom died. They just stared at me, and Mom asked, “Jennifer, did you know?”
I lied and shook my head, I didn’t know officially that he was until that ni
ght that I’d been called to say that he died on top of a male prostitute. I remember the phone call as if it was only yesterday. He told me that they had a big banking conference in Vegas. I remember wanting to go with him. He’d used the excuse that Daniel would be alone if I went. And at the time, I nodded, even though I was thinking that it didn’t make sense. Daniel was at college; it wasn’t as if he was in the same house anymore and he didn’t need his mother to stay behind.
The second time that I told someone was his parents. They wanted to do the same thing that Tom had done; they wanted to keep it as a secret. His dirty secret. The one that I’d been living with for the last eighteen years.
The final time I told someone was when I told Carla. She just looked at me as she patiently waited for me ‘to let it all out,' she had instructed me was the best way to deal with grief. But I wasn’t dealing with grief. I was dealing with something completely different. Liberation. I left out the part that I’d wanted to leave him for years when I was explaining about Tom’s death,. I’d gone from leaving home to being stuck in a loveless marriage thinking that it was best for my son. It was only now that I realized I was living a lie. I’d been using Daniel as an excuse to stay, but fear had kept me in the marriage. The fear of not being able to make it on my own. But I didn’t even know what it entailed because I’d never tried it.
As I stand and wait for Carla, my mind darts back to here and now. I’m sure that she said that she’s working nights this week. So, she should be in at this time. It’s still early. I’m just about to give up calling again when the door opens, and it’s not Carla. It’s her son, Jason. I didn’t think that he was home. I thought that he had a week or so before college was out for the summer.
“Jason?” I ask, but I find myself speechless as my eyes are not focusing on his face, but on his body. Damn! When did he get so fit? Sure, I know that he plays ball and he trains, but he’s only been at college for one year.
“Hi, Jennifer. How are you?”
He’s holding onto the door. I wonder if he was training, because his body’s glistening with sweat. Maybe that’s why he never heard me ringing the bell. He was probably training with the music up loud. Daniel does that from time to time, but his body’s not like this at all.
My eyes slip further down, and I can see that not only does he have a perfectly formed set of abs, legs, and biceps, but he has a cock bigger than any I’ve ever experienced. I can see that from over here. I want to move closer to him and touch it. But Jason says nothing; it’s almost as if he enjoys me admiring his body.
I shake my head back to the reality that Jason’s young enough to be my son. He’s the same age as him.
“Is your mom home?”