36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

Mom had told me that so many times when I was younger. I know that she did it because she was struggling financially and didn’t want me leaving the lights on or anything that would make our bills go a cent over the previous bill. That was the problem when she went back to school to study nursing. She went out of her way to make sure that she could do it. She said that it would mean a better life for us. She’d done that; she put me through college. Bought a house in a nice neighborhood and I’m always grateful because I know that it was tough for her.

“Are you even fucking listening?”

I open my mouth about to say something, but he’s not listening. We’re at Ron’s house. The guy’s fucking loaded that’s why it didn’t bother him about paying my share of the gas, food or drink. I don’t get why it’s rocking Daniel’s boat. It’s not as if it came out of his pocket. If he knew what I’d been doing to his mom then I’d understand him being pissed, but tonight I haven’t got a fucking clue. Then again, I don’t fucking care. I’m on a high, and there’s nothing that can bring me down.

That’s what I thought until I see Bethany heading over in my direction. Shit, does she ever cover up her body? I don’t understand how she could be wearing a bikini and it’s too tight, and everything’s hanging out. She may as well have not bothered wearing a bikini at all. There’s nothing that’s actually in the bikini because it seems as if it’s two pieces of string suffocating the top and bottom half of her body.

She’s heading in my direction, so I move away while her gold strings start moving toward me. I want to talk to Daniel, but he’s gone back in the crowd. I start to feel nervous that he knows about Jennifer and me.

I shake my head at the idea of it. If he did, then he wouldn’t be busting my balls about the trip. He’d be busting it about fucking his mom.

I take a deep breath and start to head in his direction when I pause and see him calling Bethany. Why the fuck can’t I get away from that woman? Besides who the hell invited her, she wasn’t liked, and high school was long over. No one had to invite her, in fear that they wouldn’t be popular anymore.

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 hea