"Amy?!" Charlie called out from across the room. He then pushed his way through the crowd towards her. Dozens of drunk high school and college students filled the random living room of the house they were in.
"Charlie!" she responded as she ran to him and threw her arms around him. "I love you Charlie!"
He laughed as he tried to escape her aggressive embrace. "What are you doing here? How do you know Rob?" he asked as he finally made some separation.
"I know Rob," Amy responded as she took a sip from her big red cup. Charlie could tell at that moment she was completely and utterly hammered. "You're my favorite, you know that Charlie?"
He smiled and put his arm around her. She was wearing heels, a short skirt, and a tight top. Her cleavage, although modest, was on full display. Her hair looked great. Charlie found her to be super attractive and always thought Kevin was lucky to have her. "You ok?" he asked her quietly, so as not to let anyone else hear.
She looked him in the eyes as hers began to well up. Charlie got the hint. "Hey, why don't you let me take you home. I just got here. I haven't had anything to drink."
She nodded, self-aware that her night should probably end before following Charlie out to his car.
As he made his way towards her house, she opened up about Kevin, the break-up, and her difficulty in coping with it.
"I don't get it," Charlie said as he focused on the road. "He just said he has to work out some shit? What does that mean?"
"He's an asshole, Charlie. He dumped me like a bag of garbage," she said.
"Don't say that," Charlie said. "I'm sure there's a better explanation." He turned to her and noticed she was looking out the window. Sensing a brief opportunity, he checked out her body. The seatbelt ran perfectly between her perky breasts and across her slim tummy. Her legs were crossed, showing off her smooth thighs. Charlie quickly diverted his gaze, back to the road.
"I wish he was more like you, Charlie. You're so sweet. And hilarious...and cute."
Charlie's heart skipped a beat when he heard that. He smiled at Amy. "You are too," he said.
She responded by rubbing his leg. At first, Charlie didn't object, instead focusing on the road. But Amy's advances continued. She squeezed his leg. "You take such good care of me, Charlie."
She leaned closer to him. He could smell her perfume. Her hand explored further, approaching his crotch. By now, his cock was fully erect as a result of her coming on to him.
He still didn't object as her fingers grazed his tented cock. "Oooooo," she said in a high-pitched, excited voice. "Somebody's excited!" She lightly squeezed the tip of his cock, over his jeans, sensing a small wet spot forming.
Charlie wrestled in his mind about what he should do. He looked down once to see her dainty little fingers on his cock head and knew that it wasn't right. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand off. "Amy, we can't."
"What?" she asked, stunned and a bit embarrassed.
Charlie took his eyes off the road to look at her long enough to see she was tearing up. "Amy... you're drunk. You're upset and vulnerable. It's not right."
She crossed her arms and stared straight ahead. "You don't think I'm attractive."
Charlie pulled the car over and put it in park. "Hey. Look at me." She looked up with tears in her eyes.
"I think you're beautiful. Stunning really. You're pretty much a fully certified babe."
The joke resulted in a tiny smile from Amy.
Charlie continued. "What happened with Kevin sucks. And I feel so bad for you. But, like I said Amy, you've had a lot to drink tonight. As much as I want to hook up... and believe me I very badly want to... it's not right. Let's get you home and we can talk tomorrow. Is that cool?"
"I don't want to go home," she said. Charlie looked at her confused.
"I want to go to Wendy's," she added.
Charlie laughed. Amy did too. "That sounds perfect," he said as he popped the car back in drive and took off for burgers.
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Kevin and Peter didn't talk to one another in the days following the last hookup. Peter tried several times to connect, but had no luck. He feared that having sex with Cynthia in front of him for the first time was a step too far.
"He hates me," Peter said as he and Cynthia lay naked in her bed. As usual, she was cuddling close to him, playing with his flaccid cock in her hand.
"He doesn't hate you. I think he may be a bit jealous, but he doesn't hate you."
"Jealous? Of what?" Peter asked.
Cynthia didn't need to answer. She simply looked at his cock in her hand and back to him. She smiled. He nodded. "My fuckin' dick again," he sighed.
"Listen," Cynthia said as she released his penis and sat up in bed. "Kevin and I have a very interesting relationship. As you are quite aware."
She stroked Peter's hair. "Let me handle him. He'll be fine. But it's you I want. I only want to be with you, Peter." She leaned in to kiss him, but Peter turned away. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"You have to talk to him. We have to sort this out. We all knew this threesome thing was not going to be sustainable."
Cynthia, sensing she wouldn't be getting a round two, emerged from bed and started to get dressed. "I'll have a chat with him."
Kevin watched her strap on her bra. "What gives?" he asked as he wagged his big cock at her.
Cynthia smirked at him. "The moment has passed, buddy." She winked at him and tossed him a fresh towel before leaving.
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Several days had passed before Cynthia found an opportunity. She had just got home from work. Frank was at a late client dinner. She stepped up to the bathroom door and could hear the shower running. Not bothering to change out of her scrubs, she took a seat on the edge of his bed and patiently waited for him to finish up.
Her stomach was in knots. She found it so odd to be worked up about essentially breaking up with her stepson. But nothing was normal anymore. It hadn't been since she and Kevin started hooking up.
The door to the bathroom finally opened and Kevin slowly walked in. He was wearing a towel at his waist and was typing on his phone. Cynthia cleared her throat to alert him of her presence. He suddenly looked up, surprised. "Cynthia," he said. "What are you doing?"
"Hi honey," she said. "Come. Sit."
Kevin put his phone down and walked over, tentatively. He sat on the bed next to her, still wearing a towel. "What is it?" he asked.
"We haven't spoken in days. Are you ok?"
Kevin looked down at his lap. "Not really. You know I'm not."
"Kevin, honey. Is this about the other night?" she asked, but she already knew it was.
"You're so different with him. It's like I'm not even there sometimes."
Cynthia took a deep breath. "Kevin, honey. You know I love you. I love you more than anything. It's a different kind of love we share. I want to say it's like I'm your mother, but..." she forced a laugh. "I think we're way past that, wouldn't you say?"
Kevin remained silent and looked away.
"We're more like best friends. I can count on you. And you on me. You're my rock."
Kevin finally looked up. "It's sounds like
he's
your rock."
"You know that's not what I meant. Kevin, I don't want to hurt you. I want you to still trust me. And be my best friend."
"And that's it," Kevin said, looking down. He already knew the fate of his and his stepmother's relationship. He looked up. "You're saying it's over?"
Cynthia sighed. This time she looked down. "We both knew this wasn't going to last."
Although the two had discussed that notion several times, Kevin never believed it to be true. Until now. Cynthia was all but sealing the vault on their love. Their budding affair and passionate sexual adventures would be no more. It greatly upset him to imagine life without what he had enjoyed so deeply for the past two years.
"Kevin?" Cynthia asked. Their eyes met. "I love you, Kevin."
But he knew it was not the kind of love he felt. It never would be. He would have to force himself to accept that. "I love you too," he responded.
They embraced. She hugged his bare body tightly to hers. He felt her breasts pressing against his skin. Then they separated. She smiled at him. "I did have fun, you know."
"I did too, Cynthia."
She glanced at his crotch and saw a sign of awakening. "I can see that," she teased. Kevin blushed and shrugged. "Oops?" he said as he reached up and adjusted her nurse's scrubs. "You know how I love you in these," he said.
"Oh believe me, I certainly do!" Cynthia said.
"What do you say we do the bit one more time... for old time's sake?"
