Debra is helplessly drawn to her son's best friend
"Dude! Are you perving on my mom?!"
"What?...No! I see a bikini and the eye just follows. It's automatic."
"But dude, that's my
mom
."
"Hey, I don't care whose mom..." The conversation was cut short by what must have been the sound of Tyler pushing Ryan into the pool.
Debra had to smile. I guess I still got it, she thought to herself. The kitchen window was open so she'd heard the boys talking even after she'd gone back into the house and closed the patio door. The boys had been friends for years, ever since Ryan's family moved in just one street over from theirs. Ryan had been on the varsity basketball team with Debra's son, Tyler. They'd played baseball and football together too. It was August 2. Soon Tyler would be headed off to college 800 miles away. He wanted to play basketball. It was a small school, no scholarships, but the coach wanted Tyler, and Tyler wanted to continue playing. It was his best opportunity.
Ryan would be staying in town, living at home, and picking up credits at the local junior college. He was done playing ball. He was fairly tall, just over 6'3", kind of a gangly kid with big hands. He could palm the basketball with ease. Ryan controlling rebounds and swiveling to throw a one-handed outlet pass to a streaking Tyler had been their team's best play. Ryan had broad shoulders and a mop of brown hair. He was a good kid, good student, a little shy and awkward, kinda goofy. He had always reminded Debra of a big puppy. But now that he was 18 he was beginning to fill out nicely. Ryan was Debra's favorite out of all of Tyler's friends. She felt like he was a good influence on her somewhat wild child only son.
So she'd caught Ryan's eye! Really, she hadn't intended to. She was out on the patio soaking up some sun when the boys came home and walked out for a swim. She'd been out for a while and just started thinking about going in when the boys came out. She didn't want to intrude. She wanted them to have their time together before Tyler had to leave. The little red bikini was her skimpiest one. She wouldn't have dared to wear it anywhere other than her back yard, but for sunbathing it was perfect. She hadn't expected the boys back so soon.
But Ryan had seen her in her skimpiest bikini, and apparently he liked what he saw. That thought gave her a little tingle. He wasn't the most conventionally handsome boy, but she found him surprisingly attractive. There was just something about him that got to her, and with his lean athlete's body, kind of a swimmer's body, Debra tried not to dwell on it, but she'd be lying if she said the thought hadn't occurred to her that along with those big hands feet of his, he might have other body parts to match.
If there were any of Tyler's friends that Debra would have let herself fantasize about, it probably would have been Ryan. Since her husband moved out almost two years ago she hadn't had any other men. In the quiet times, especially alone in bed at night or when she had time to herself to think, she did sometimes get a little lonely. Fantasies would sometimes fill that loneliness, but she wouldn't let herself fantasize about Ryan, or any of Tyler's other friends, either. But that didn't mean there hadn't been a few unexpected moments when something got to her, or in a couple of cases, an involuntary and vivid dream. A girl can't really control her dreams, now, can she?
Just recently, Debra dreamed that she and Ryan were marooned on a tropical island. Ryan ran around shirtless all day. He built them a nice shelter. He caught fish that she cooked for the two of them, and then by the light of their campfire, he had fucked her absolutely senseless and given her orgasm after orgasm with his tongue. On the island, She taught him everything there was to know about how to please a woman and he had been her eager student, and very quick to learn. His body was golden in the sun as he walked around naked, his lust for her insatiable, his cock absolutely glorious, perfect. That was a dream she really didn't want to wake up from.
Apart from those fleeting fantasies, back in the real world, for some reason, she remembered a few of the nice things Ryan said to her. Ryan's comments really stood out because in her life these last few years, compliments were so rare. She certainly didn't remember hearing any compliments in the last few years of her marriage, and Tyler certainly never complimented her. She didn't really get them at work, either. Her workplace kept things pretty buttoned down. But Ryan was nice. He had manners. He took his shoes off whenever he came into her house, and he had paid her a few compliments.
"You're pretty cool, Mrs. V. Too cool to be a mom." That one was probably her favorite. Debra was only 39, and she certainly didn't feel old. Physically, she felt like she was still in her prime. She went to the gym. She kept herself in shape. But she had to admit just the idea of turning 40 sounded scary. It sounded too old to have fun. Tyler was always on her not to embarrass him, but at least one of his friends didn't see her as embarrassing.
"Your brownies are the best." That was a mom comment, but Debra always tried to be the kind of mom where the kids would want to hang out at her house. She worked hard at some of those traditional mom things like baking brownies. At least one person noticed the effort she'd put in, although it felt like he was the only one. Ryan also once said, "This place always looks so nice...I don't know how you do it. My house looks like a dump." It wasn't so much, really. His compliments weren't over the top. He didn't give them all the time, but sometimes, to Debra, they felt like a life preserver thrown to a drowning woman.
Then there was the time she'd gotten a little weak and insecure and actually asked Tyler and Ryan for their opinion on an outfit she was planning to wear to her 20th high school reunion. "What do you think, boys, does this look too young?" she asked.
"Honestly...maybe a little," said Tyler.
"Maybe on some moms it would, but you pull it off, Mrs. V" said Ryan. She went with Ryan's opinion and actually managed to feel good about herself for most of that night.
Debra rarely had any time alone with Ryan. He was Tyler's friend, of course, so Tyler tended to be around when Ryan was, but later that same evening, after she'd overheard his comment from the pool, the boys were headed out to a party. Tyler forgot something and went back to his room to get it. Debra took the opportunity to say something she'd been meaning to say to Ryan.
"Thank you for looking out for Tyler. You're a good friend, Ryan. I'm happy Tyler has a friend like you."
"It's nothing, Mrs. V. Tyler would do the same for me," Ryan said. But she knew it wasn't true. Tyler was more self-centered. He was popular and a little too in love with himself. He wasn't a bad kid, but he still had some growing up to do. Of course Tyler, Ryan, and all their friends did some stupid stuff. They were high-spirited 18-year-old boys. But with Ryan around she was confident they'd be OK. Ryan had a good head on his shoulders, and he wouldn't hesitate to help out a friend.
Later that night, a little before 3:00 a.m Debra woke up to a commotion in her living room. There was a crash, and the sound of boys laughing. She threw on a robe over her nightshirt, and went out to investigate. Tyler was on the floor. He'd knocked a vase off the end table. He was struggling to stand, and Ryan was trying to help him. Tyler was clearly very drunk. Ryan might have had a couple of drinks too, she couldn't swear that he hadn't, but he was able to at least reasonably come across as possibly sober enough to drive.
Ryan and Debra each grabbed an arm to help guide and lift the mostly dead weight, flailing Tyler back to his feet. It wasn't going too well, and in the struggle, Debra became aware that her robe had opened and Ryan could probably see her breasts, braless and moving freely under her thin nightshirt. They got him as far as the couch. Tyler seemed to notice her swaying breasts too.
"Mom!...MomMom...Mom! Look out! Be careful! Shhhh!" Tyler put his finger to his lips and lowered his volume, but Ryan could clearly hear too even though Tyler looked only at his mother and his speech was a little bit slurred. "Ryan wants to fuck you...Be careful!"
Debra humored him. "OK. Thanks for the warning, Tyler. Don't worry. I'll be careful."
"Thanks Mom... Mom! Just let me sleep right here. Right here. I can sleep right here just fine." He patted the couch cushion by his head.
"Ok Tyler. Let's just get you a wastebasket in case you're sick."
"OK Mom. Good idea." Tyler passed out.
There was an awkward silence in the room until Debra broke it. She looked at Ryan with sincere motherly appreciation. "Thank you for making sure he got home safe."
Ryan looked uncomfortable. "Of course. No worries. And don't worry about what Tyler said, either. I never said that to him. He's just always been a little weird about you like that cuz he knows you're way hotter than the other moms. He saw me looking at you in your bikini earlier today--sorry about that—and that set him off again. But it's not like I'm perving on you or talking about you like that or anything. He's just got it in his head is all."
Debra liked hearing how she was hotter than the other moms. In truth, she wanted to be hotter than them. She felt like she might be, but she'd never heard anyone actually say it to her. "Thanks for the compliment, Ryan, about being hotter than the other moms, I mean. That's how I'll choose to take it. I won't worry about it. He's obviously very drunk. You've got a girlfriend anyway, don't you, Ryan? Emily, is it?"
"We broke up."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sure you'll get another one, though, a nice-looking boy like you." Realizing she was still a little bit exposed, Debra pulled her robe around her and sat back on the arm of the easy chair next to the couch.
