I know I've been behaving like an ass. She was just too hot, and I too frustrated. And I should stop making up excuses for what I did.
I'm walking up the driveway to her house, unsure about what to say to her. I was drunk last night. We both were. The party was boring and Amber... she was giving me all the right signs. At least that's what I thought. So in the corridor I snatched her. I let her know how much I craved for her body. We'd been together for four months and I'm 18, controlled by my hormones. I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did.
I grabbed her, touched her, told her she was hot... At first she was just irritated. 'Stop it Ryan, you're drunk.' I put up with that shit for months. I thought we were ready to take our relationship to the next level. Unfortunately the moment I lifted her skirt and searched for her panties, one of her friends showed up and Amber slapped me. She screamed a few insults at me too which I can't remember.
Yea, I know shouldn't drink. At this moment it's my only defense though. I'm going to blame it all on the booze and make it up to her with gifts and polite peck kisses. She wouldn't have sent me a message to come see here if she hated me forever. I ring the door bell.
Okay maybe she just invited me over to dump me. I sigh and scratch my head. It's my own fault and there's no excuse for what I did. So if she dumps me I'll just honestly swear I'm sorry, and hope she forgives me because I was drunk.
Her mother opens the door. I feel a bit awkward when the woman smiles at me. She's wearing a pink blouse and I can't help but notice the deep cleavage.
God, stop it Ryan, I can't have thoughts like that about Amber's mom. I'm sure she doesn't dress like that on purpose. And she can't help that she's so hot, even if she's in her late thirties already. I look at her short blonde hair as she walks in front of me, leading me to the living room. My eyes go all the way down to her ass, barely covered by a black mini skirt.
Again, I urge myself to stop my thoughts.
"Would you like something to drink?"
As if she caught me on my dirty thoughts Amber's mother looks at me as I feel my cheeks burn slightly. "Where's Amber?"
I'm confused. My girlfriend sends me a message she wants to talk to me and she's not here?
"She's out for the moment. Sit down." As always she sounds like a woman who doesn't take no for an answer. I sit in the couch, slightly uncomfortable. I go over the things I want to say to Amber again.
Her mother puts a glass of ice tea before me on the small table. She knows that's what I usually drink. I've been here so many times. Only this is the first time Amber's mom comes to sit beside me. I nervously drink from my glass. I can feel she's looking at me. I look back at her, cursing myself for blushing like a kid that got caught stealing candy. She's giving me a strange look, her eyes narrowed, as if she 's trying to guess what I'm thinking.
"Amber told me she never wants to see you again." the woman says.
I almost spit my ice tea back into the glass. I cough after gulping, and I look at her. She's fucking smiling at me! That bitch! She thinks it's funny Amber's angry with me. Oh my god! I can't believe Amber would ask her mother to break up with me. That would be wrong on so many levels.
"She won't tell me what happened," the woman continues, "so I called you."
I frown. I don't understand. Amber sent me a message to come over here. I don't remember speaking to her mother. Did she...?
"I sent you a message with Amber's phone, " the woman explains seriously.
I stand up. This is insane. So Amber is actually using her mother to break up with me? What the fuck?
"Sit," Amber's mother commands.
I look at her. She's leaning back in the couch. Her legs comfortably crossed. She taps the pillow beside her. I think I had a fantasy about this once. It's disturbing. I don't know why I sit down again.
I think it's remorse that makes me sigh and look at her. "I'm sorry mrs. Williams. I..." I sigh again. "I've been a jerk."