Ch. 01 - The Hired Gun
Maria stood on her porch, twirling the letter between her slender fingers, blowing her bangs out of the way, trying to decide what to do. As if the writing may have changed, she looked back down at the ink, saw that it was still the same, looked away down the cul-de-sac that was the end of her street, back at the writing, up the road towards the intersection leading out of the sub-development, back at the writing.
"Damn it!" This wasn't going to work. She needed a plan. An idea, something to do. Something that would prepare her for the inevitable confrontation, the moment of truth, the second when they came face to face and she had to look him in the eye, the moment she had to be strong. How to steel herself for that moment?
Suddenly loud music entered her world, coming from the garage, and she walked down the stone path to the driveway, and found her daughters car up on two jack stands. The entire front end was lifted up, and she saw two pairs of legs sticking out. One was easily recognized as Angela, her daughter of twenty-two years, currently home from college. She had the same long dancers legs as her mother, and was currently wearing shoes pilfered from her closet.
The other set of legs was just as easily recognizable, the dark skin and powerful muscles marking it as Ryan, her neighbors son of twenty one, also currently home form college. The two of them had been friends forever, and whenever Angela's car was not doing what she wanted it to, they found themselves in this position.
Maria watched as her daughter crawled out from underneath the car, wiping her fingers in her shorts, the grease sticking more then she wanted it to. "Something is apparently wrong with my exhaust."
"Can he fix it?"
"Yeah, but he said it will probably take a couple of hours."
"I guess you owe him dinner." Ryan never accepted payment, but he was more then willing to be seen out in public with the stunning blonde.
"I guess so." Angela shrugged, and walked inside to clean up. She did not mind going out in public with Ryan either. He was easy on the eye, and good for the body, whenever she let him go that far.
Her mother continued to watch Ryan work, sliding back and forth, banging against the undercarriage, softly cursing as he tried to pull something off.
"Hand me the 3/16 socket."
"Excuse me?" His voice shocked her, and even though she was standing next to the huge red rolling toolbox, she might as well be staring at a rocket ship. The shiny metal objects in it meant nothing to her.
Ryan slid out from under the car, and looked up the long, nicely toned and deeply tanned legs, to the flat stomach, across the swell of nicely developed breasts, into the still beautiful face of Ms. Galveston. She had moved into the neighborhood twelve years ago, after a bitter divorce with her husband, right before his hormones exploded into puberty. And to this day he still masturbated to her mental image.
"Hello Ms. Galveston."
"I've told you before to call me Maria."
"Okay Maria, can you had me a 3/16?"
"That's a stupid question, and you know it."
"Second drawer, they are labeled with little white stickers."
He watched as she turned, showing him her profile, and he smiled. Her ass was divine, just like her daughter. If the whole saying about daughters are mothers in twenty years was true, Angela was going to be a fox for a long time. Taking the socket from her, he waved to the car, sliding back underneath. "Want to see what I'm doing?"
"Why not?" Dropping down onto the creeper abandoned by her daughter, she slipped next to him.
He pointed out various components of the cars engine and exhaust system to her, trying to make it as simple as possible, and how it all worked together, and how the failure of the filter assembly was robbing the car of power. She listened to him talk, the way his voice seemed to wash over her, eyes tracking his lips, and suddenly she realized that she had become aroused.
He had stopped talking, and was looking at her, softly smiling. She wanted to say something but nothing came out, the awkward moment between them holding.
"You know…I've dreamed about this moment before."
"Excuse me?"
"You and me underneath a car. The place I'm good, the place I can show you something you don't know, the place I can seduce you."
"Stop." Her pussy spasmed, and she almost creamed herself. How long had it been?
"I'm being serious."
"Why would you want to seduce an old woman like me?"
"You know you are a hottie." He had never lacked for confidence, and college seemed to have only reinforced that.
"You are so sweet." She pushed herself out from underneath the car, and walked back into the house, locking herself in her bedroom. She needed relief, and fast.
When she came back outside, Ryan was standing by the hood of the car, pulling out several pieces of the engine, and setting them on a small cart he had wheeled over from his house. He had his shirt off, and she swooned at the flex of his muscle. He had always been a gym rat, she attended the same Y as his family, and how nice to see that he kept it up in college.
He saw her coming, and smiled at her, waiting until she stood next to him.
"Didn't mean to scare you off."
"It's ok. I have a proposition for you."
He stood, looking at her, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand. Wow, he had nice arms. "Shoot."
"I have to go to this gala on Saturday. It is a big thing for all the people that work downtown, one of those see-an-be-seen type things. Problem is, that I know my ex-husband will be there. With his new wife. And I do not want to go by myself. So I need a date, a date that afterwards won't go crazy on me."
"You think I won't go crazy?"
"I'm taking a risk, I know." She gave him her best smile, and she watched his sharp intake of breath. No matter how much this boy might want her, she knew him, knew his family, and knew that if she said no, he would beg, plead, demand, but in the end respect her wishes.
"I guess I have to dress up."
"I'll pay for the rental of the tux, and all that."
