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You asked, and I listened! As requested, here's Part 3 of Lynn and Brad's adventures. If you've read some of my other stories, you may notice that some familiar names pop up here. This is the longest story I've published on here, so I truly hope you get as much out of it as I did. It's been a work in progress for a while, due to how long it's taken to finish, but that's half the fun! If you have any requests, ideas, or criticisms, please comment or give feedback. Enjoy!
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"Pull it together, Lynn!" She whispered to herself. Lynn looked at her reflection in the mirror, fixing her lipstick in the dim fluorescents of the bathroom. Her friend Jillian was hosting their weekly book club, so it was a group of moms, some bottles of wine, and a book none of them had read, all sitting in a circle, loudly gossiping about their husbands, their kids, and their every complaint.
Lynn typically enjoyed the book club, but now, things were different. This was the first meeting since her encounters with Brad, the son of her gracious host, and close friend, Jillian. In a little over the span of a week, Lynn had given Brad his first handjob, then later, his first blowjob. Now, she had to excuse herself to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water; no matter how hard she tried to focus on the drunken conversations about which bag boy at the supermarket was cutest, she couldn't stop thinking about Brad, only a few rooms away. As the other women chatted, she felt the heat between her legs as she imagined sneaking away, tiptoeing upstairs, and finding Brad in his bedroom.
"Cool it, Lynn!" She whispered aloud to herself. Last time, she'd faked a distress call to Brad, pretending she needed assistance after her car broke down. Really, she just needed an excuse to be alone with him, and in a car seemed to be the safest bet during the day. She'd lied to Brad about having been grocery shopping, she'd lied to Brad again about trying to call her husband for a ride, and she'd lied to her husband about spending the day at home while he was out shopping with their son, Kyle. Speaking of Kyle, he was a big reason she knew she couldn't do anything more with Brad; Kyle and Brad were best friends! He could never find out what she'd done.
"Lynn, you okay in there?" A voice called from elsewhere in the house. She realized that the other women had stopped chatting, and must've been waiting for her to return. Had she been gone that long?
"Oh, yeah, I'm good." Lynn called back, drying her hands off on the soft towel next to the light switch. She opened the door, shutting off the light, calling out again, "I'm good." She turned the corner, entering back into the living room with a smile.
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It was getting late. Brad had been studying for almost four hours straight, feeling confident for his Spanish test tomorrow. The new teacher was giving exams every week, which meant he had to study a lot. These tests were every Friday, which meant he spent his Thursday nights studying, a challenge now that his mom was hosting her book club every Thursday night.
From his bedroom upstairs, he could hear the local moms drinking healthy amounts of wine and loudly chatting about every facet of their personal lives, occasionally pausing to laugh heartily at a punchline Brad missed. Curious, and tired of studying, he shut his textbook and headed downstairs. As he made his way down, Brad could clearly hear one of his mom's friends, Michelle, discussing a pizza delivery guy she'd heard a rumor about.
"Extra sausage, you know? Maybe we need to order a pi— Bradley!" Michelle exclaimed as he turned the corner into the living room. Lynn found it hard to swallow for a moment, caught off guard by the young man entering the room. She locked eyes with him, but only for a brief second, before he moved on, getting a look at each of the other women in the room. But all it took was that brief moment of eye contact for Lynn to remember how badly she wanted his cock again; she took a deep breath to center herself.
"Hi, ladies," Brad gave a soft smile as he looked around the room. He saw his mom, Jillian, sitting at the edge of one couch, pouring herself another glass of wine. Next to her, her friend Karen, new to the book club, nursed a half-full glass. She was in tight pants and an even tighter top that accentuated her large bust. Across from her on another couch was Diane, another friend of his mom's; she was chubbier than the other women, and she wore it well. She was wearing a yellow cardigan that draped effortlessly over her curves. In front of Diane, in her own armchair, was Michelle. She had a daughter a grade above Brad. Michelle was in a long, thin, flowy skirt that covered her ankles, and a equally thin tank top that did a poor job at hiding her hot pink bra straps beneath. However, none of these women captured Brad's attention quite as much as Lynn did. Sitting on the same couch as Diane, she had no wine glass in front of her. She held a book in her lap, and was dressed in a thin sundress that dropped to her ankles in the back, but rested just above her knees in the front. Her red lipstick was eye-catching on her tanned skin, and her natural blonde hair was pushed behind her ears. Lynn held Brad's gaze for just a moment, before he felt guilty for admiring her long, smooth legs, and looked back to his mom.
"Brad!" Jillian said. "What a treat, the ladies don't typically get to see you!" She stops and walked over to him, wobbling slightly on her first step. She, like most of the other women, had clearly had more than a few glasses of wine. She steadied herself against his shoulder, standing next to him as if showing him off to her friends.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Brad apologized. The women were certainly taking their time appreciating the young man standing before them. He was tall, athletic, with he had such an innocent look in his eyes.
"Oh, not a problem, honey. We're actually just finishing up." Jillian nodded to the other moms, who all murmured I distinctly about having to get home, checking their watches and phones. "Looks like I'll need to call you all a ride, huh?" Jillian asked.
"Yes please!" Karen called out, rising to her feet. The other women also stood up, visibly tipsy, gathering their things.
"Wait," Brad interrupted from the side of the room. "Why don't I give you all rides home?" Since getting his license recently, he'd been trying to help his mother out as much as possible. This seemed like a great way, saving all of them money. Besides, he needed a break from studying, and even if he didn't expect anything elicit to happen, it was still a bit of a rush for Brad to ride in any car with Lynn.
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Jillian exclaimed, happy to see her son offering to help. Lynn perked up. All together, the gaggle of drunk women made their way out of Jillian's home, hugging her goodbye and thanking her for hosting, before piling into Doug's Jeep. Diane climbed in first, sitting behind the driver's seat. Karen slid into the middle seat, next to her, and Michelle sat behind the passenger's seat. Lynn walked up, noticing that the three others had taken the backseat, and swallowed hard before opening the passenger door, realizing she'd be sitting next to Brad as he drove.
In the driver's seat, Brad also swallowed hard, waiting until Lynn was looking down at her seatbelt buckle to adjust himself, trying his best to hide his swelling package. In his gray sweatpants, he could still make out a straining bulge, but it was better than a tent. With a turn of the key, he put the car in drive and pulled out of his driveway.
As he drove, Brad glanced at the woman next to him, then to the women in the backseat. Beside him, Lynn, sober, looked straight ahead, trying her hardest not to stare at the now-obvious bulge in Brad's pants. Her blonde hair wavered as she realized she was holding her breath; exhaling, her ample breasts caught Brad's eye. Behind him, the three drunk women chatted amongst themselves about their weekend plans.
