My Son's Bully is a Stud! (open)

[abcookie]

Christine Swift, 39
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Christine is living the typical life of a married mother of two boys. She first met Greg, her husband, as a freshman in college. In her junior year, she conceived her first child, Brian, with Greg and they married soon after. Despite the enormous time commitment of having a child, she remained in school and graduated with a degree majoring in literature. After college, Greg went to law school, and Christine found work as an editor. Three years later Christine had her second child with Greg, and she decided to leave her job so that she could care for her two boys while Greg accepted an offer at a local law firm. Even though she felt she was making the rational choice by leaving her job, she always felt like she was missing out on so many life experiences at such a young age.

Brian is now a senior in high school on the verge of graduating, and Steven is in his last year of junior high. Christine keeps a very active lifestyle as a housewife. When she isn’t shuttling one of her boys around to school or one of their extracurricular activities, she’s participating in the PTA, preparing dinner, constantly cleaning the house so that it is in suitable shape, volunteering for a community event, or keeping her body in great shape by working out at the gym. Christine loved the confidence boost she would get by going to the gym. Ever since she entered her 30s, Christine noticed she was craving sex more than ever, while her husband was on a sexual decline to the point it was now almost non-existent. It left Christine feeling unwanted and undesirable. However when she was at the gym, she would notice all the often younger, well-toned men checking her out. A few of them would even smile at her and talk to her in a lightly flirtatious manner. She found the attention very intoxicating.

Today was a rare day where she felt she had some time on her hands. It was such a beautiful sunny day in May, she decided she needed to get outside. It was the first day that the pool was open at her country club, so she threw on her favorite green bikini, grabbed her novel by James Salter, and got in the car. She arrived at the pool and staked out a nice recliner right by the lifeguard. She pulled out her Salter and began reading a few pages when she heard the lifeguard shout.

"CHANGE!"

Christine looked as the female lifeguard stepped down from her post to give way to an absolute spectacle of a man. The young male ascended to his chair, and Christine couldn't help but admire him. Perfect six-pack abs, bulging pecs, and shoulders that looked like a couple of boulders! He must live at the gym, she thought. Even more enticing than his body was his face. With such a perfectly chiseled jawline, he bore a striking resemblance to Rob Lowe. Christine noticed that her ogling of the young Adonis had distracted her from her reading, and she went back to focus on her book. This attempt proved to be futile, however, as she seemed to be much more interest in stealing glances at the distractingly attractive lifeguard.

*switch to first person*

As I tried once again to return my focus to the novel, that's when I heard his voice, "How are you enjoying that Salter?"

 

[abcookie]

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[Obuzeti]

The lifeguard spot wasn't his favorite thing to do, but Dad owed the man who ran the club a favor, and he'd managed to put on a bit of a beer gut these days - not fat, exactly, but driving an hour back and forth to the work site each day didn't leave a lot of time for fitness. So he'd passed it off on Jared, and he hadn't hated it so far.

For one, the bitches were fine.

Jared knew he looked good. He worked part time at the construction site renovating the local dam, swam when he could, went to the gym with his dad when he was in town. He had a rock chest that you could just about get your fingers into for climbing, all granite shelves and water-smoothed muscle. He looked damn good. This was just the first place he really cared about it. At the school pool, there were girls but they were - small, if he was honest. No one'd really blossomed the way the magazines, no girls with wide hips and heavy tits he could really get ahold of. And they were so fucking prissy, so quick to get upset, and so quick to swoon once he got ahold of them. It wasn't worth keeping up with.

Here, though.

Jared glances down and around, at these country club wives, these natural curves; women, the kind of woman he'd only gotten a taste of once or twice, enough to make him salivate and know what he wants. Women walking around in their bikinis, in their sunning towels, shades lowered, laughing with their eyes. Women who wanted to be fucked, but let it simmer.

Yeah, alright. He liked this job, even if his old man had pissed it off onto him rather than asking like a decent guy.

For example, this hot mama just down beside him. Green swimsuit, two piece. Book, but her eyes weren't on it. Those dark eyes flicked up to trail down his chest like fingernails every time he turned his head some other direction. It made him smirk. It made him want her.

Why not?

He didn't know the book, but he glanced at the author's name, fed it into his cell phone. Got a quick synopsis. Military aviation; sensuality. Modern novelist that liked economy of language. He wasn't much of a reader but it at least sounded alright.

Jared takes a long drink of water from his bottle, glances at the condensation on his hand from it, and carefully draws a long, cold streak of moisture down his chest, towards his swim trunks, across those big rippling rapids of muscle she likes so much. Yeah, that should do it. He leans over the side of the lifeguard's chair, down so he can peek at the book, playful. "How you enjoying that Salter?"

Keep the approach slow. Sound her out. He lets his eyes flick down her body, those long legs, as she looks up, though. She should know she's fucking sexy. Know he wants her. What she does with that? Her ball game.

 

[abcookie]

"How you enjoying that Salter?"

Is he talking to me? Well obviously, who else would he be talking to? I looked around for confirmation as if there are hundreds of other pool goers reading Salter novels. I had figured this specimen to just be some beautiful, dumb jock. Why would he be asking that question as if he had familiarity with literature beyond the CliffsNotes to Romeo and Juliet?

As I was looking around I noticed that I wasn't the only woman to notice the inexplicably attractive lifeguard. All eyes were fixated on him. And his eyes were fixated on me. He's probably just being friendly.

"Isn't Salter a little mature for you? How old are you anyways?"

Am I flirting? Is this young stud attracted to me? I don't know. All I know is this feeling is intoxicating. I rise from my recliner and slide into the pool to continue this conversation beneath him giving him ample vision of my cleavage.

 

[Obuzeti]

"Everything's too mature, if you ask the county board," Jared replies, with a long sip of his drink. He watches as the lady gets up and slides into the pool, right beneath him. He could have reached out and brushed her shoulder as she passed, pulled the string out of her top. Woulda just gotten him a slap, though. "Banned To Kill a Mockingbird last year, 'cause it's got racism. Oh no."

He snickers at that thought, and it's not even fake. The age thing, though, that's where to step carefully.

"Eighteen," he answers, and doesn't say a-half, or any of that other bullshit, just lets it lay flat. He's legal. And it doesn't hurt his ego to watch the rustle through the tanning chairs behind him, a long pair of legs he's not looking at right now cross the other way.

Yeah, he's a stud.

"Anyway, say what you want. Man's worthwhile."

Jared leans down over the lifeguard stand, staring straight down at this fine woman. She doesn't move an inch, letting him stare down into the wet curves of her tits. Those aren't even Ds, those are something larger, he'd bet. The water glistens on her curves.

"Seems lonely, though."

Could be the author, could be her. He's feeling her out, still getting some mixed signals. She put the book down soon as he commented on it, but hanging out right under him like that? Prime view. Might be deliberate.

 

[abcookie]

"Anyway, say what you want. Man's worthwhile."

Ugh, I could kiss him on his ridiculously beautiful mouth for saying those words. Of course, all the jealous onlookers may not appreciate that. Or my currently not present husband for that matter. I look around in disbelief at how charming this eighteen year-old was. I've never been pulled into a conversation with a stranger like I was now. As he continues talking I notice eyes begin to take notice at my breasts. Oh yeah, he's into me.

"Seems lonely, though."

The obscure comment piqued my interest. Lonely? Me? Salter? Me? He must be flirting with me, right? I was also fascinated by this well built hot young thing having such intellectual curiosity.

"Lonely? Wha....what do you mean?"

 

[Obuzeti]

Bingo. He's in.

Jared gives the lady an eyebrow, and then climbs down from the lifeguard tower, taking his time. It's a formality and everyone knows it; nobody gives him a cross eye, except for the other pool-goers still licking his abs with their eyes. He stretches, long and luxurious, letting them drink their fill, and then seats himself on the edge of the pool besides Miss Salter, legs dangling into the water.

"I mean that most of the ladies here come in groups," he says patiently. "Or with their husbands. If you just wanted to read outside, why not a picnic or taking a trail? Nah, you came here, dressed to kill. Says you could use some company."

Jared offers her a faint smirk, then rather than push off the edge, nearly oozes off, just arches his back and lets himself slide off the edge into the water like an otter, all tanned skin and seamed muscle, until he's fully immersed - then reverses and comes up, whipping his soaked, short hair up and out of his face, and then turns to rest an elbow on the pool rim, facing his quarry, head leaning on his hand at an angle.

"So," he says. "Who're you, miss lost and looking?"

 

[abcookie]

The young stud slid down in the pool with me. My heart was racing as our conversation was progressing far from anything that I imagined would happen. I was worried someone I knew would see me talking a little too familiar with someone who wasn't my husband. And yet there was something thrilling about being pursued by someone in front of everyone. I was loving the attention and wanted to bask in every second of it.

I figured as long as I stayed in eyesight of everyone else, nothing would seem to suspicious. It's not as if everyone else could hear the content of our conversation. I could be a family friend for all they knew.

"Mrs., actually," I say as I direct his vision towards the ring on my finger.

"Mrs. Christine Swift. And who might you be?" I ask as I smile and lower my head causing my hair to cover up an eye. I knew all that stretching was for my appreciation. Why not play right back at him?

 

[Obuzeti]

Jared doesn't even look at the ring. It doesn't matter. Half the women Dad brought home had rings; it just seemed to make them more into it; made them want a man's touch more. Both the women he'd fucked had been married too, and that hadn't even slowed him down.

What matters is the way she doesn't stop looking, and ducks her head, coy. She wants the attention and wants him, and just doesn't know if it'll be worth it. That's his job: convince her that he can fuck all that restive energy right out of her, leave her boneless and tired and satisfied, legs spread and cum dripping down her skin. The thought has him start to harden in his swim shorts, and he doesn't shift to hide it. Let her know.

Instead, Jared shifts over with his free arm, and boldly pushes the fringe of Christine's hair back up and over her ear, robbing from her the excuse of looking away. "Jared Tannis," he says, firm, as his thumb strokes over her cheekbone, before he draws back. "I think I'll call you Christine."

No miss, no missus. No titles and no acknowledgement. She's a woman, and he's a man, even if a young one. If he lets her set distance in the words, her body will follow - but for right now, she's still watching the curve of his shoulders and the arc of his arm as he draws it back. He drifts a little closer, not enough to invade personal space but declaring his interest to anyone watching. Let them know, too.

Something in how Christine's shoulders turn towards him makes him think she likes being the prey.

 

[abcookie]

I play right back at the young stud, and he doesn’t miss a beat in brushing my hair back in a very suave manner. If it weren’t for the obvious factors at play, I would have kissed him right there. I was starting to become uncomfortable with how turned on I was getting. My carnal being wanted nothing more than to ignore the onlookers, bend over the poolside, and beg him to fuck me right there. I had to find a way to escape this, but I just couldn’t stop.

Just then he says, “Jared Tannis…I think I’ll call you Christine.”

Somehow my lustful brain was distracted by the familiar name. Jared Tannis? “Jared the Jerk?!” — a name my son had given to him. From the stories he would tell me about him, it was clear they did not get along. I looked into Jared’s lovely piercing eyes. But he seems so smart and nice. Maybe this is a different Jared… who also happens to be the same age as my oldest son.

“Do you know a Brian Swift?”

 

[Obuzeti]

Jared frowns. Yeah, he knows a Brian, and he knows that just from what she said that his shot is likely done. But she hasn't recoiled yet, and her gaze is still fixed on his - so he bulls ahead, throwing subtlety and tact aside. "Pretty sure I do," he says. "Five foot eight-ish, mousy, resentful little bastard. Can't take what he dishes out. Your son's a little bitch, Christine. School counselors probably call it 'temperamental' or something. Soft sell it."

Brian Swift is a canker of a human being, and Jared loathes the sort of attitude he represents more than the person. Smart, brilliant in fact, but makes Cs and Ds because he won't turn in homework. Resents the fact he can't get a date or a girl, but won't ask any out and is a passive-aggressive little snot. No club, but gets into everyone's face about what a god he is at some game he plays at home. No college plans, no job after school, no determination and no merit. Liked to talk shit, but went down like a bitch when Jared had called him out on it. Human disappointment in a nutshell.

Jared shrugs - doesn't look away. Doesn't back down. "I'm not even friends or family with the kid and he fuckin' disappoints me. Just -"

His jaw clamps on the words. This ain't the angle he wants to take.

"You probably argue about that enough at home," Jared concedes, visibly swallowing back his opinions. He reaches out and rests a hand on Christine's shoulder - then doesn't move it, his thumb rubbing over her collarbone soothingly. "You're not here for that. Swim around, take a load off. Take a break from all that."

 

[abcookie]

“Your son’s a little bitch, Christine…”

DId he just say that?! It’s bad enough that he would be using language like that in front of her, but he was also so brazenly using it do describe *her* son. The exhilarating rush I had been getting from Jared was completely washed away.

“Excuse m-“ I try to interrupt him, but I could barely get a word in before he continued.

"I'm not even friends or family with the kid and he fuckin' disappoints me.”

Oof. The young lad had just dropped a truth bomb on me. Brian was a very bright kid, but it was a major point of contention at the house how he was not applying himself in school. He scored a 1500 on his SATs, and yet because he wasn’t taking school seriously, he was nearly failing some of his classes and came close to not graduating. As a result he was going to be staying at home for the foreseeable future going to a nearby community college. Jared had seemed to realize he had struck a nerve with me.

“You probably argue about that enough at home,” he says as he rests his hand on my shoulder. It felt so good to have manly hands touching my flesh. Then he began to rub his thumb over my skin. It felt incredibly soothing and was very effective at quenching my anger.

“You're not here for that. Swim around, take a load off. Take a break from all that."

With that I began to wade through the shallow waters away from Jared. I exited the pool and headed towards the concessions stand. I ordered a diet soda and sat at one of the tables as I began thinking about the last few years. It just seemed like the entire house was in a funk — Brian was struggling with school and having a social life, Greg was completely wrapped up in his work and paid hardly an attention to me, and Steven seemed to be heading down the same path as Brian. We never did any sort of family activities together aside from dinner, but everyone else seemed fine with this.

I sipped down the last of my drink and threw it in the trash. I remembered Brian was soon going to need a ride home from the mall soon — pretty much the only time he would ever leave the house was to hang out at the local video games or comics store. It was at least something I guess. I decided I was going to get one last soak in before I went so I headed towards the diving board. As I got onto the board I looked over and noticed Jared was back at his original duty spot. I approached the edge of the board, jumped up, and dove in with the perfect form I had learned on my college team (not that anyone here would appreciate it). I then swam over the ladder and exited the pool. I walked over to my recliner next to Jared stealing glances at him along the way. With his sunglasses it was hard to tell how much eye contact he was making with me. I approached my recliner and before reaching for my belongings I made an adjustment to my bikini bottoms by subtly pulling the top away from my buttocks. I wondered if this gave Jared a nice view with his vantage point. I then leaned down and grabbed my phone. I saw I had a message from Brian:

“When r u going 2 pick me up?”

Ugh. He knows how much I hate text speak. I respond telling him I will be there in about 15 minutes. I dried off with a towel, threw on my cover up over my bikini, and gathered my belongings.

Thinking about the fun I was having earlier, I then turned around, walked up to the overly bold Jared, and announced to him, “OK. Well I have to go grab my disappointment of a son.”

I wasn’t sure if I was being passive aggressive towards Jared or trying to break the tension from earlier.

 

[Obuzeti]

Christine takes off without another word. He'd kind of expected it to be honest; that's a lot of truth to lay on anybody, and especially with how he'd been coming onto her, probably too much at once. Jared shrugs and comes back out of the water, flicks his head back to get rid of the water in his eyes, and climbs back into his tower. One of the ladies on his left, Mrs. Greens, makes a sympathetic click of her tongue. "It was a valiant effort," she says, with a slightly snide edge to the taunt. She'd propositioned Jared in the past and been turned down.

"I've got no regrets," Jared says without turning, and that shuts her up. Fucking harpy.

Of course, Christine doesn't just leave, either, and that's what grabs his attention. She wanders around the pool some, gets a drink, mulls over it. She finishes maybe half one of those dinky-ass cups before she dumps it and moves over to the diving board instead, shooting him a quick glance before she goes for a dive. It looks pretty, but he doesn't know a damn thing about diving. The clincher is her peeking at him from under the wet fringe of her hair as she moves back over to her chair. It's high school stuff, and while Jared lets the smile come out across his lips, he doesn't say anything - just leans back in his chair and lets the sun reflect off his shades, cool as a cucumber.

She's curious. He just has to let the idea sell itself.

He knows she's caught when she bends over and adjusts her bikini bottom. From the height he's at, he catches a glance straight down at the curve of her ass inside the swimsuit. It's delicious enough to make him twitch inside of his shorts, and he decides - fuck it, time to make a move.

"Want some company?" Jared decides on a whim, flashing her a smile as he drops from the lifeguard tower. "I'm due a lunch break, anyways."

He's not. But the look on Brian's face when his mom pulls up with him riding shotgun - ooh, that'd be sweet. Completely aside from the possibility of banging Christine stupid at some point in the near future, that's enough for him to push again. Jared comes up beside Christine, drapes her towel around her neck - his arm sliding across the bare skin atop of her shoulders as he does this - and scoops up her Salter in his free hand, bouncing it on his hip.

Hell, he just kinda wants to see what she does about it.

 

[abcookie]

“Want some company?" I'm due a lunch break, anyways."

Jared then slid down his guard tower, accentuating his abs as he did so. I couldn’t help but notice the sharp V-cut of his abs. My eyes naturally followed the V-shape down to his groin for a quick glance. Trying not to be too obvious, I looked back up.

“Uh—,” was all I could muster before he wrapped my towel around my neck feeling his strong arms against my shoulder as he did so. The touch of his skin against mine was creating frisson throughout my body.

Jared was fun, no doubt about it. Seemingly well-read, fit, and very confident (probably arrogant too, but definitely confident) — he’s a complete package. How could I say no to his company? Even if I wanted to, he seemed quite insistent. Still, I’m a married woman going to pick up my son. My only option was to deflect.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure my son would love that,” I replied with a humorous smile. I then turn and start walking towards my car.

 

[Obuzeti]

"He won't, but I'm not particularly concerned about his opinion," Jared says with a shrug. "Better he get used to dealing with people he doesn't like where it doesn't matter before he throws a fit on a job somewhere and gets fired for it."

It's a true statement with a cruel edge; rarely is anyone going to push so tender a spot as attempting to fuck somebody's mother while throwing insults their way. It's not like Jared learned any other way but the hard way, though, so he shrugs it off as 'life sucks' and follows in Christine's wake, draping another towel over his own shoulders and drying off as he grabbed his bag. It'd be rude to get her car seats wet.

"Whatever his opinion," Jared, says, now quiet and serious, as he walks beside Christine, their arms brushing, "your life doesn't revolve around what he wants. What anyone else wants. It's about what you want, and whether you're willing to work for it, reach out and take it."

He shrugs. That's as much life advice as he's ever willing to dispense. Instead, he decides to demo the lifestayle, and reaches up behind Christine to take a firm hold of one ass cheek, and squeezes it affectionately. There's fat padding the taut surface, but underlying muscle, velvet on top of swim-thickened muscle that welcomes his fingers with pliable tension.

"For example," he says, with a quicksilver flash of a smile, and then moves around to the passenger side of Christine's car and raises an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to unlock the doors.

 

[abcookie]

To my surprise, Jared didn’t seem to let up. Mentioning my son didn’t seem to faze him. In fact, he continued to deride Brian. I was shocked by how bold and forward he was being, but there was also something refreshing about brutal honesty. I felt like he was the kind of person I could share my real thoughts with. He started walking with me to the parking lot with my book still in his hands.

As we began approaching my car I noticed his arms began brushing up against mine more and more. It wasn’t an unwelcomed touch. In fact I wasn’t sure that he was initiating our touching.

“…your life doesn't revolve around what he wants. What anyone else wants. It's about what you want, and whether you're willing to work for it, reach out and take it. For example…”

And then I felt it. I felt Jared’s big hand squeeze my ass cheek, an unmistakable sign of sexual interest. It had been a long time since a person had touched me with such passion. A wave of desire swept throughout my body. My heart rate increased, my skin became flushed, and my vaginal walls began to swell. The involuntary responses of my body were telling me to do one thing: fuck.

Before I had the chance to collect myself and stop Jared from taking this further he walked over to the other side of my car. I pressed the unlock button on my car to unlock the drivers seat. I opened the door and climbed into the black SUV. As I started the car I noticed Jared was still at the passenger side waiting to be let in. I rolled down the windows.

“Look, Jared,” I said with a serious tone. “You’ve been pretty open and direct with me, so I’m going to be direct with you. I know you must be used to getting any girl you want, but I’m married and you know my son. The two of us getting together would have serious repercussions for me. Can you imagine what would happen to me if word got out? I’d be…”

I couldn’t finish the thought. Saying out loud that we couldn’t be together made it so the only thing I could think about was us being together. I thought about his strong hands grasping my butt as his cock slid in and out of me. My tits buried in his face as my legs are wrapped around his young, muscular body. I could have that. I found myself no longer able to verbalize that I needed him to stay away. I wanted him. I wanted him bad.

“…anyways...” I was nervous that Jared would be able to read my thoughts. “Can I get my book back, please?”

I then pressed the button to unlock the passenger door.

 

[Obuzeti]

The door unlocks and Jared slides into the car without a hitch. His hair is still damp, but he loops his towel around his shoulders to absorb any trailing droplets so that they won't ruin the nice leather of the seat. It's a damn fine car, after all, much better than his junker. Dad had insisted his first car be a junker - said it would teach him maintenance, and cost him less when he invariably fucked up and wrecked it.

Jerk.

Jared bats those thoughts away and offers a wry smile to Christine as he shuts the door behind him instead, setting the book in his lap. "I'm not inclined to share," he says with a shrug. "Look, you're right. I can and do get a lot of tail. But that's because everyone knows what my deal is up front. I don't dish about it, and I don't get involved in anybody's personal life - no jealous fights, no saying where you go or what you do. Not my business."

He leans against the car door, turning his head to affix a raised eyebrow at the grown woman that shares the car with him. He can still smell the chlorine in her hair, and the little swells of her nipples underneath her bra have begun to raise. He lets his gaze drag over them like a physical touch, then meets her eyes calmly and doesn't look away.

"You know exactly what you'll get with me. I will put you on your back and fuck you until your eyes cross and your toes curl, and go on with my life satisfied, because I fucked a damn fine woman. That's all I want. Now, you decide whether or not that's what you want, because I can see you waffling from here. All I'm saying is, sometimes a woman needs her hair pulled and her bell rung to remember she's worth something, and worth having."

Jared nods, satisfied that he's said his piece. "Anyways. Let's go get your kid. Need to talk to him about class. Mr. Christner's partner project is coming due and Britney says he's not doing his part."

Christner taught Civics. Jared wasn't in that this semester, but he usually did some project assigning students to a politician, senator or representative, and doing a study on their voting record and political platform, teaching people to look for what a politician did when not on the campaign trail. It was a cool idea, but a lot of work. Britney (a straight up gal, and a former hook-up) had gotten partnered with Brian, and was making a lot of noise about how he never wanted to do fucking anything about it.

Jared doesn't really think he'll be able to make Brian do anything, short of kicking the shit out of him, but aggravating him over it feels about appropriate.

 

[abcookie]

“I’m not inclined to share,” Jared stated as he sat the book in his lap.

Ugh. He’s just not going to make things easy for me. Wait, did he just let himself into my car? Without a word of what he’s doing he just seems to settle into the passenger’s seat. Where exactly does he think I’m taking him?

As I began to look at my book in his lap, my gaze starts to focus on what seemed to be peeking out from underneath it: a nice thick bulge. The curvature in his shorts left very little doubt that the young, in-shape specimen to my right was indeed very well-endowed. How perfect would it be to have it in my mouth? I then sensed Jared’s eye look up towards, and looked into his piercing blue eyes in response. I wondered if Jared was noticing my longing gazes. Who am I kidding — of course he was. I bit my lip in guilt knowing he could sense how badly I wanted him. I felt like I was two feet tall and he was towering over me. Despite being the younger of us, Jared was in control.

"You know exactly what you'll get with me. I will put you on your back and fuck you until your eyes cross and your toes curl, and go on with my life satisfied, because I fucked a damn fine woman…”

OH. MY. GOD. My toes curled as Jared suggested. My entire body was aching to be pinned against his.

“That's all I want. Now, you decide whether or not that's what you want, because I can see you waffling from here. All I'm saying is, sometimes a woman needs her hair pulled and her bell rung to remember she's worth something, and worth having."

I couldn’t mouth a response. Jared was pushing every button. We sat there knowingly as two people who wanted to unleash our sexual desires on each other. Fortunately all of the car instrumentation between us was obstructing any natural physical contact from taking place. This allowed me to clear my head.

“I have not been waffling! I keep telling you I’m married!” I exclaim unconvincingly trying to hold back playful laughter.

"Anyways. Let's go get your kid. Need to talk to him about class. Mr. Christner's partner project is coming due and Britney says he's not doing his part."

I roll my eyes and start up my car, “Well that certainly sounds like Brian.”

I turn on the car radio, and as I back out and turn out of the parking lot, I look over at Jared’s lap once again. Thoughts begin to percolate once again as I notice his bulge is still present — and perhaps increasing in size.

“So this Britney,” I say trying to hide my thoughts, “is she member of your lengthy stable?”

 

[Obuzeti]

Jared watches Christine's eyes drop towards his lap and her lips purse, spreading afterwards. He's not a mindreader, but he knows exactly what she was thinking about in that moment, and the corner of his mouth quirks as he leans one leg up against his door and slouches a little, letting his thick shaft bulge against his upright thigh. If the swimsuit rolls down too much, she'll even get a peek of the fat head. Either way, Jared's not worrying about it. He's got this woman where he wants her.

"Marriage is a transaction," Jared says, matter of fact. "And hon, you would not be looking at me like that if you got what you need from someone else. I'm not casting aspersions at anybody. I just see a woman with needs. There's no shame in knowing what your body wants."

As the car turns to the exit of the parking lot, Jared reaches up and takes hold of Christine's chin as she glances to either side of the exit, and turns her head to look at him. "If you wanted me to, I'd get out of this car right now," he says. "I'd get out and walk back in there, and keep right on prowling. I don't feel any shame about who I am or what I do. It just burns me to look at you -"

And he does - sweeps his gaze down Christine's body, the heavy globes of her breasts, firm legs, her tight stomach - and comes back to her eyes without stopping -

" - and see a woman who thinks it's all useless. You worked for this body, hon. I notice. I know. And it - and you - deserves to be given what it wants."

Jared's thumb brushes over Christine's lips, and then he releases her and turns back forward, looking out at the street ahead. "I've fooled with Britney some, but she's not really looking for full-on sex. She's an A cup and anxious about it, because some of the other girls in the class sprouted and she didn't. She needed to feel sexy, have some confidence in herself, so we made out some and she came, yeah, but nothing else. She don't owe me anything."

Unsaid is that Jared doesn't actually find Britney that attractive, nor is he interested in her family. Her father's a deacon at the local Baptist church, which he is entirely uninterested in dealing with. Some kissing and petting doesn't bother him any, though, and it won him major credit with the rest of the cheerleading squad that Britney's part of - and they do, and have, put out.

Christine doesn't need to know any of that, though.