A Simple Look

My mind skipped over to whoever the professor was back at his college, and I felt for her. His presence was so strong, even to me, I couldn't help but wonder how he could affect anyone else.

After getting my car out onto the street, his attention returned to me, and I blushed. I hadn't stopped looking at him since he had started backing from the garage. Did he notice? He didn't act like it.

On our way to the local shops, I forced myself to think practically. "What do you think?" I asked him. "A case of beer? Some red wine?"

"Yeah," he answered casually. "Dad and Rick were drinking some Modelos back at the course. You like blends?"

"Do I like blends?" I laughed sarcastically. "Does my son now drink red blends?"

I was truly surprised, but I was also trying to lighten our moods.

He answered. "I like red blends. Haven't drank them much."

We exchanged looks, and I nodded my approval. At a different time in my life, I likely would have warned him off reds or something. But a few more years and a divorce had changed that for me.

We didn't say much more before getting to the bottle shop. I was checking my purse to make sure I had the card I wanted to use, when he managed to surprise me again, opening my door so I wouldn't have to.

"Thanks, Bobby. Aren't you the gentleman?"

Extending his hand, I took it and lifted from the car. Something about the way his grip onto mine was just right, not too tight or loose but firm, again gave me pause, and now I was sure I was thinking too much. We walked on in side-by-side, and I shook off any worry. Relax.

He went over to get the beer and I selected a couple of bottles of wine, and as we made our way up to checkout, there was pretty good proof I hadn't been exaggerating his presence. A young, attractive sales rep gave him a big smile and asked whether he needed anything.

And at the register, an older blonde close to my own age mostly ignored me, and made sure he had found everything he had been looking for.

"I have." He swept his look over to me, and I almost laughed out loud at his insinuation.

Just the same, the checkout person raised her eyebrows at me in deserved acknowledgment.

Back at the car, he got me inside, started the car, and loaded all the bottles in, while I checked my phone and stole glances at him being efficient. His long-sleeve polo was hugging him, and it must have been his broad chest and shoulders forming the dark blue top that drew those women's attention.

Our ride back was mostly quiet, though we did talk about how everyone seemed to still be having a good time. He thanked me for that.

"Absolutely, Bobby. I'm glad you came."

There was an extended look between us, and I wanted to get through this thing that was hovering over us. Me coming to his room. Then, our kiss. There was no way we could go on without talking about it.

"Hey, I hope things are alright." I said.

His face whipped over to answer. "Of course, they are."

"I... I shouldn't have come to your room last night. That was inappropriate."

"No. It wasn't."

"Bobby, certainly it was." I could have mentioned Ricky's taunts, but then that wouldn't have been owning it. This had been my doing.

I continued. "I think I've just been a little restless lately." Why did I put it like that?

I tried again. "Between the holiday and having everyone over, and the drinks... I think I'm just feeling too festive at times."

He responded as he pulled my car into the garage. "I absolutely love it. And... there is a connection between us that's... that's different. We know that."

The last thing in the world I expected, the absolute last thing, was this sudden show of confidence from him. His telling me himself that we were this certain way. In one remark, the world had tilted a bit. He had managed that.

A few different come backs were at my lips, but in this newfound imbalance, I didn't say any of them. He was right. I couldn't argue, at least not honestly anyway. And, in some foreign fog I'd never felt, I found myself not wanting to.

He clicked for the garage to lower behind us, and the overhead light didn't give much brightness for us to talk.

I spoke up. "We should go on inside."

As I started to turn to my door, his hand took mine and held it, and the touch of our hands together had me softening into the leather of the seat.

He spoke in a hushed way, but his words were definite. "Let's just be how we want."

The suggestion only dizzied me more, and I got on out of the car. The thought of where this could be going made my heart race. I got the silly idea that maybe I should distract him with someone else he had around. I slowed as he came around the front of the car to go with me inside.

"Don't be mad at her, but Fran told me about the professor." I couldn't help a small grin.

He blushed. "She did?"

At some point the overhead light was going to turn-off automatically, and it did just that right then.

We both chuckled as we stood together in the dark garage.

I slowly nodded. "So, you're into older women now?"

His eyes didn't leave mine. He didn't hesitate. We were alone, it was dark, he stayed bold. "Have you ever been with a younger man?"

My eyes raised, and I think my stomach flipped. "A younger man? Bobby, I was married to your dad for eighteen years. I've been seeing Rick for two years. Uh, that's been it for me."

I was taken back, but also invigorated. "Why are you asking me that?"

His eyes kept delving into mine. I could be bold right back. I should be bold right back. Between what had already happened and now this moment between us, I went ahead.

"What, do you think I should be with a younger man?"

This made his eyes dance back and forth on mine, his turn to be thrown off track.

When his mouth parted and no words immediately came, I saw his full lips curled and open, the skin so smooth and clear around them. Bringing my gaze back to his eyes punctuated how I'd let my look linger on his mouth.

He was still looking right at me when he answered. "Yes."

Thank goodness I had my response ready. "Bobby, of course that's impossible. I mean," my voice lowered, "I'm deeply flattered, but--"

"Tell me something." His tone strengthened.

"What's that?"

"If you weren't my mother, would you... want to?"

My stomach flipped and my middle weakened. "Bobby, that's something that couldn't happen, so--"

"Would you?"

Just as he had, I paused hard, and my mouth loosened. His hand raised to my cheek, which I wasn't prepared to defend against. The touch of his warm palm to my cheek and holding there made me melt between my legs.

His face inched a little closer, and I mumbled back to him. "Bobby."

"Would you make love to me if things were different?"

My knees buckled some. I choked out words. "Don't say that."

"You would." He declared. "You don't have to admit it, but I know."

First, I winced as if stung. Then swayed in his direction.

I nodded. "Yes. I would."

His face came to mine, and I didn't move away. Instead, the tender feel of his lips on mine attached us and sent my head swimming. A couple of soft pecks came as well, and to my astonishment, my lips joined to his easily each time.

As his mouth moved again to mine, it took everything I had to reach up and take his hand in mine, moving my face back.

"Bobby, we can't."

He nodded. "We can."

I chuckled, scared. "No, no." I'm sure I was showing my goofiest smile, but I couldn't help it. "We have to go inside."

"Wait." He got close and brought his arms around me. There was a caramel-like muskiness as well as the solid feel of his torso as he held me in close. He whispered. "One kiss."

I stole a long look at his excited eyes back at mine, and then let myself slip to noticing his mouth again, and when I did, we both knew I was signaling it was okay.

As his mouth neared, my instincts took over, with my eyes closing and my chin tilting up to make my mouth there for him. The first plush touch I did accept, and the next meshing and massaging of our lips together were understandable. But the move of his full lips to separate mine, and the sending of his tongue past my lips jolted me.

I flinched hard and went to move, but his mouth stayed on mine, his tongue finding mine and pressing it. With the electrical sparks that flashed from our tongues together and the sturdy cradle of his one hand at the base of my back and the other on the back of my neck, I succumbed willfully.

My arms and hands hugged right back atop his shoulders, and my mouth relaxed to accept his full kiss, only to also greedily suck to his lips. My fervor pulled his tongue more into my mouth, and as we twisted in place there, his deep moan reverberated in my mouth.

Our energies at each other grew, and the next thing I knew his hips thrusted to get his crotch pressed to me. In a quick reaction, my body pressed back, his hardness made its undeniable impression on me, and then I helplessly pushed back at him. It happened in a matter of seconds, and then I suddenly pushed him away.

His eyes were open wide and his smile was spreading, and at the same time, all I could do was blink and grin back.

It was one of the most powerful kisses of my life.

He started towards me again, and I turned to open the door.

I had to stop us.

Rick

Friday afternoon, it was good to kick back and watch the games. I was surprised at how easily Alan and I got along together. We were into our second round of beers when Bobby and Amy got back from the store.

As soon as I saw her, I knew something was up. She didn't waste time going from the kitchen across to the stairwell, and even though she managed a 'hello' to Alan and I, there was a distant gaze of huge distraction on her face.

Bobby mumbled his 'hello,' but busied himself in the kitchen, putting away the beer and the wine. What happened?

Alan and I glanced to one another, and I shrugged. Taking a long drink, it settled in that my coaching to Bobby must have started paying off. Amy was flustered, and Bobby was licking his wounds at things not quite going as he wanted. I was sure of it.

A couple of more plays were run, and once a commercial started, I eased off the sofa. Explained to Alan that I was going to check on Amy. He nodded his understanding.

Headed up the stairs, I realized I needed to tread carefully with Amy. She had her adventurous side, no doubt, but this was something very close to her. Nothing was more important to her than Fran and Bobby. As long as she showed interest, then we were good. The moment she turned off from it, I'd stop.

Climbing the rest of the stairs, it sank in that she had gone to a lot of work preparing for this holiday. The planning, the contacts all around to put us all here, the food, the drinks. Everything was well-arranged, which was so her. I didn't want to spoil that.

At the same time, there was no denying that maybe things had been... predictable with us lately. Thank goodness we were even still going at it at times with one another. After two years together, that wasn't a given. I got that.

With all of that in mind, there was still that stare from Bobby on Wednesday night. I knew what I was seeing, and what I saw that night from his gawking her ass was desire. Then, when I shared that with Amy, I also saw her eyes enliven. We were each awakened with it.

And nothing I had seen since that night pointed me off putting them closer.

Before easing the bedroom door open, I drew a good breath and wished for the best. The truth was that I hoped she was still into it. I certainly was.

Our bedroom was dark, and it made sense she was crashing for a nap. Moving on over to the bed, I'd take some time out myself. When she woke, I'd try to get her to talk about whether Bobby had made any move.

A couple of steps closer, I could make out her silhouette in the bed. Her covers pulled over her gave this long shadow of where she sprawled out and faced the other way. Another couple of steps and I saw what I wasn't supposed to see. There was a curve in the sheets where her hips were underneath, and the curve wasn't being still. It was rocking back and forward.

I half-whispered. "Hey."

She flinched in the bed and tossed me a look over her shoulder. "I'm taking a nap." She hissed.

I crawled into the bed and worked my way up behind her. "You're taking a nap, huh?"

Both her hands were down the front of her. Well within the covers. And, busy. I could hear her panting.

I kept my voice low. "I guess the trip to the store was pretty good."

"Yeah." Her voice came ragged. She was probably close.

I wanted to help.

"He couldn't help himself, huh?"

"What?"

"Did he try anything?"

She pushed out her words. "He kissed me."

"He did?"

"He really kissed me."

I had a hand go on down into my own jeans. I wanted to push her over the edge. "You know he wants to, right?"

Her head bowed at hearing me say it, and now her shoulders flexed just as enthusiastically as her hips did.

"He said it." She moaned.

"What did he say?"

"He said he wants to make love to me."

At that, she started bucking. Losing herself into her orgasm, her thrashing about was enough to send the covers tossing about the bed. A steady shrill kept coming from her throat, and that alone was almost enough to finish me off, too.

Instead, I sent myself over the edge by saying aloud what we both found so wild.

"He knows you want to fuck him, too."

She rocked some more at hearing that.

Bobby

Rick took me aside late in the afternoon. It was before I could get upstairs and take some time to myself. He had a suppressed grin that made me curious.

It turned out best that I had waited, so I could hear what he had to say.

"Hey," he said it quietly in the kitchen where only I could hear. "The trip to the store this afternoon - it must have gone pretty well."

My eyes tensed as I tried to figure out what he was saying. "How's that?"

"Did you see your mother after you two got home?"

I shrugged. She basically had run off, and I concluded she had wanted to go settle down from what had happened between us. I'm sure I must have surprised her.

"Is she okay?" I asked.

Rick gave a soft laugh. "Oh, she's okay. Now."

"Did I piss her off?"

"Piss her off?" Rick looked at me like I was kidding. I wasn't really wanting to explain why I was asking that.

"You didn't piss her off, but... you did rile her up."

"I did?"

He leaned close and made sure I heard him. "She couldn't wait to get upstairs, Bobby."

Pausing, it was clear he enjoyed seeing that sink in with me. Then, he added to it.

"She was telling me about you talking about making love to her. While she got herself off."

Part of me was astounded he told me this, but much more importantly, he saw my eyes widen and my deep breath from my chest. He was feeding this along now. No question about it.

And I hated myself for being glad that he was.

...

Friday Night

6.

Amy

The whole group of us binge-watched some Netflix, and the drinks flowed. Well, not exactly. I nursed a glass of red that Bobby got for me. Picking-up on what I was doing, he made his one Modelo last most of the night, too.

Several times over the last few months I had worried about his partying. Maybe he'd overdo it, or let it sidetrack him. Fran had even agreed that sometimes he could pore it on.

I really didn't have room to judge him. Each weekend, come Friday, I didn't deny myself either. It was just the way it was.

But now, here we were on a holiday, and we were both taking it easy. During one of our glances to each other that night, I figured it out.

We were both wanting to be alert for what was happening.

That had to be it.

In addition to keeping everyone's drinks replenished, I also tidied up here and there. I loved how everyone was enjoying the limited series I had suggested. But something else even pleased me more. The way Bobby's eyes followed me to the kitchen each time.

Later into the evening, my veneer of hostess may have been slipping away, and a rawer version of me came out at times. At least that was what I explained to myself when I let my ass swing side to side freely the last time I ventured back to the kitchen.

Taking a half-turn back behind me, I caught Bobby soaking me up, and I lowered my head as if somehow bowed by the knowledge and tucked some blonde strands behind one ear. Rick probably also gathered all this in, but at this point in the evening, I could not have cared less.

Bobby stayed glued to me.

He'd get his chance to balance out the attention though. About eleven, the third episode finished, and everyone called it a night. As we all headed upstairs, somehow I managed to get my place right behind Bobby, and the whole way up, my view was of his tight jeans hugging his ass inches from my face.

At the top of the stairs, his face stole a look back, and I bit my bottom lip as I let my eyes dart back and forth from his face to his butt and back again. He was the one blushing and ducking his head. I don't know if Rick caught this or not.

By the look on Rick's face once we were inside the bedroom, I took it he must have.

Rick

The back-and-forth between Amy and Bobby simmered the whole night. I caught onto it, but thankfully, no one else did.

This time I did feel some pangs of jealousy. I have to admit it. But I reminded myself what I had in store for her, and the fact she was flirting with him like she was, well, that was only going to make it better.

Both Amy and I drifted about our bedroom, getting ready for bed and somehow trying to understand where we were with Bobby. Even without saying it out loud, we both knew -- clearly and undeniably -- the evening wasn't over. That fact alone electrified the air between us.

Undressing for me was quick and simple. Jeans and shirt off and tossed. Same with the boxers. I was in bed and waiting for her in, like, a minute.

For her, it wasn't simple. Yeah, over at her closet, she took off her blouse, jeans, bra, and panties. Took her time. If I had to guess, I think Bobby was so in her head, that she was probably thinking of his getting stripped over in the bedroom across the hall.

By the time she was nude and stepping over to the bed, her makeup hadn't been removed. Her nightly ritual of washing her face and moisturizing still undone. That was all for later.

First, we both knew she was coming to me. That I had my part to play for her. A part I openly relished. It was open, obvious to us both, because I had an erection ready immediately.

Sure, watching her heavy globes hanging freely with her prominent red nipples sharply protruding helped. As did her blonde-brown bush swollen and unblocked facing directly at me as she climbed onto the sheets. But what had me hard and her no doubt wet was the talk I was going to give her.

She came to bed that night, knowing what I was about to do. We both knew. We both were steaming in anticipation.

In my arms, she accepted all of my attention. My efforts to ready her. My kisses, my caresses to her soft tits, my light strokes to her wet pussy. If I had waited any longer, she would have asked for my instructions, too. Some encouragement for what we both knew was to come.

It helped that I had thought all day about this. Had considered how well I knew her and what worked for her. How I saw their interaction. How it was barely contained to being silently between them and not some embarrassing episode spilling out for her daughter and ex-husband to see.

No, this was better, we both knew. A late night reckoning. Private. Quiet. Where we could all play out our passion at exploring where their new-found desire was going to lead.