Chapter 4: He Sorts Her Out
'Babe? Why r u ignoring me?' read the text from Stuart. Leslie deleted it straight away before she had a chance to hesitate.
It was Monday now; last Wednesday was the last time she'd spoken to him, right after he'd fucked her in the school toilets. Over the last few days, she recalled the events in her head over and over, almost unable to believe they really happened; she was being carried by her son's bully, inside a cubicle in the school toilets, pinned against the door when her shoe flung from her feet and clattered to the floor. Her son, the only other person in the toilet at the time heard this and innocently asked if the occupant of the cubicle was ok. Leslie climaxed quietly as her teenage lover taunted her son, telling him that Leslie was being fucking right then and there.
It was bad that the reason she was in the school was because she called a meeting between her son, his bully and the principal, in order to ensure Stuart was punished for his behaviour. Instead, Stuart had secretly fingered Leslie to orgasm during the meeting and she turned on her son, agreeing Stuart was harmless.
The worst bit however was dinner that evening. Leslie recalled how her family had all sat down to take-away pizza; Leslie's mind was racing too much because of her actions that day to cook.
"So, how'd it go at the school, today?" asked Malcolm, unaware he was breaking the uneasy silence between mother and son.
Leslie gathered her thoughts, about to reply to her husband when Lewis jumped in, "Well, basically, we started off and might have made some progress then Mum decided that Stuart was the greatest guy under the sun."
"What?" said both parent's simultaneously but Leslie was sure Malcolm wasn't filled with the fear of Lewis's next words like she was.
"He learnt nothing but he convinced Mum and our useless principal that he was really sorry and would lay off."
"Well, OK, if he really did convince your Mum, how do you know he didn't mean it?" asked Malcolm.
Leslie knew full well that Lewis's mistrust was spot on because of the taunting Stuart dealt out in the toilets. She, of course, couldn't admit she heard the whole thing because she had been in the toilet cubicle with Stuart, her body wrapped around his having her second illicit orgasm within that hour. She continued in feigned ignorance, "Well, he sounded sincere."
"Can I have a proper explanation, please?" asked Malcolm.
"Basically, we explained the situation to Mrs Bullock, the principal, and she said that Stuart wasn't particularly known for bullying and then he simply said that he was too rough with Lewis because he and his friends act that way. He took on board that it wasn't acceptable and should stop, in fact he volunteered that. It seemed more prudent to just accept that than aggravate the situation."
"That was complete rubbish," replied Lewis, his voice aghast.
"He shook your hand," she said, immediately regretting her words. Guilt nearly forced a tear from her eye when she thought about why Stuart had done that. Stuart had been fingering Leslie and he just used the excuse to touch Lewis with the hand that had been pleasuring Lewis's mum.
"Look, enough quabbling. Your mother seems to think it's resolved. Why don't you?"
"Well..." Lewis began hesitantly, "I went for a walk because I was annoyed with Mum, then I decided to nip to the loo before the next class began. I heard what I thought was someone bang their head or something in the cubicle so I asked if they were ok. Stuart was the one in there and he just started saying how he hated me and how he didn't mean anything he said. Swearing loads at me. I said nothing pretty much and he started... saying... so many awful things."
Leslie fought back a few tears. Lewis was exaggerating the story perhaps but one side of her completely agreed that Lewis was just being thoughtful and instead he got abuse hurled at him. She couldn't even tell him she understood because she was too busy being fucked by Stuart. That horrible boy Stuart.
The other side of her, however, felt angry at Lewis; angry that he was trying his best to spin it in the worst way possible. If he'd just left the toilet Stuart wouldn't have taunted him. Who asked him to stay and bicker like a child? Outside the cubicle her son was acting pathetic and inside Stuart was strong and in control. He had carried her as he fucked her; she had let her body fall to his mercy and the mercy of his solid muscles and he had rewarded that trust with a spectacular climax. That wonderful boy Stuart.
She couldn't control herself and she wanted to be held by her new lover, to feel his thick body heavy and powerful against hers. She was addicted to the feeling of bliss and relaxation he gave her and it made her want to run to him right now. That was why she couldn't. She had given herself one more time to go to him, but she didn't trust herself. That was why she deleted his text on Thursday, then Saturday, then Sunday and now, regretfully, again on Monday.
She felt guilty for wanting him and now she felt guilty that Stuart thought she was ignoring him because she was upset at him. She was ignoring him because she wasn't. She was ignoring him because she had to.
Dinner was some microwave meals from the supermarket. Leslie hadn't felt like cooking again.
"Leslie? Sweetie? You ok?" said Malcolm as Leslie had her head in her hands.
"I just have a headache," she lied. She was just trying hard to control her tears. "I think I'm going to go to bed. You guys finish your food."
"Sweetie, are..."
"Finish your food. I'm going to bed. Just leave me be, I'll be fine."
She had exited dinner early on Wednesday too and her husband had come to bed and comforted her. He had believed that Lewis's anger was the reason she was stressing out and Malcolm had talked to her kind words about how Lewis would be fine and things would work out. He had no idea that his kindness only made her feel more guilty for betraying him.
Today, she didn't want him to join her and gratefully he didn't straight away. She curled up and was trying to drift off to sleep when she heard her phone go off. She went to texts and saw the fake name she had saved Stuart's number under. 'Babes? If ive done sumthing just say plz id rather u just say.' She couldn't ignore him.
The idea of him worrying like this made her feel just as bad as betraying her son and husband. She owed him a break-up in person. 'Hi. You free tomorrow?'
'Yup :)! Looking 4ward 2 it'
Tuesday morning and afternoon flashed by. Leslie oscillated between feeling relaxed that she would sort things out by the end of the evening and anxiousness over having to break the poor boy's heart. She tried to make herself feel better a couple of times by thinking that Stuart deserved this for hurting Lewis but that train of thought only made her feel more ashamed when she realised she had far less sympathy for her son than she should do. Her greatest fear in all this was being blackmailed. However, Stuart only had a few text messages from her and she hoped that if he decided to use them maliciously, the absurdity of the situation would help her convince people that an elaborate fabrication of these texts was more likely than her actually sleeping with him.
Leslie wore a particularly non-sexual outfit to Stuart's home. It was her most conservative work outfit; black trousers that weren't too tight fitting, a cream blouse with a high neckline and a medium knit grey jumper. As far as underwear went she wore a black bra and a pair of black with purple frills French knickers, both plain and not overtly seductive, not that he would get that far to find that out.
She had also made a point of wearing flat shoes; until now every time she went to meet Stuart, her heels had provided a tapping that had become like her marching song for infidelity. This time she silently made her way up the driveway and rang the doorbell.
"Hey babe," answered Stuart then his face dropped a little, "Oh, did you come straight from work? More covered up than usual."
Leslie stood in the hallway, staying close to the door to remind herself she needed to leave before she got carried away. Stuart kissed her and she reciprocated only for a couple of seconds. She resisted being directed towards the stairs, which made him look at her curiously and perhaps anxiously. Carefully, she spoke, "I... can't see you anymore."
"Why? What have I done?"
"It's not anything you've done..." she paused, "it's just that I'm much older than you, I'm married and you pick on my son."
Each of those was in itself a strong logical reason not to be with Stuart but she didn't feel the emotion behind her response. 'You pick on my son' almost came out as an afterthought, more like 'it'd be better if that wasn't the case but I can live with it'. That's why when Stuart kissed her again she didn't resist then either.
