The tension while waiting for Penelope to get back home was something that I had never experienced before. The person I loved, the one I cared about the most was coming back home, and when she did, we were going to talk about how our relationship was going to evolve because what this kiss told me was that she was ready and willing to be in a relationship with me. While it was a bit weird, being in a relationship with my best friend's mother, that didn't mean that I wasn't still going to pursue it. I wasn't the only one involved in this relationship that would suffer if I suddenly decided that I didn't want to go out with her, as she had also shown her attraction toward me.
I heard a car pulling into the driveway and got excited for a second before remembering that it was Mark who had taken the car out earlier, and Penelope was taking public transport back now that she didn't have to rush. I sat in the kitchen, hoping that Mark would go upstairs without bothering me but as the door shut and the footsteps started to approach, I prepared myself.
"Mum?" I heard Mark call out, stumbling around in the hallway. "Mum?!"
He stumbled into the kitchen, and the smell of alcohol followed in waves. I looked at the man that used to be my best friend and felt disappointed. He had so much potential, and we had planned on doing so much together and yet here he was, coming in drunk once more. It was then that it hit me, that not only had he come in drunk, but he had driven over here in that state.
I barely contained the surge of anger, but I took a deep breath, reminding myself that getting angry and lashing out wasn't going to solve anything. He walked into the room, his head turning as he scanned for Penelope, but instead, he found me.
"Where is my mum?" he asked, slurring his speech.
"She's not back from work yet," I replied, wanting any sort of acknowledgement for his wrongdoings but knowing that the likelihood was minimal. "You've not brought any friends home this time?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Y'know, how you and your friends have destroyed this house multiple times and always left it for your mother to clean up afterwards," I said casually because I knew he wasn't going to see it as anything big and screaming at him would only make his reaction worse.
"I don't mess up the house, it's always clean whenever I come down in the day," he scoffed, acting like I was the dumbest person in the world for implying that he didn't pay attention to the state of the house.
"Exactly, when you come done it does like fine because your mother has already cleaned it," I said, getting annoyed at his constant dismissal of his mother's efforts.
"Whatever man, I never knew you were this much of a bore. If I had known I never would have become friends with you," he said, and it hurt to hear. "Let me know when she's back because I need some money."
I had known that he had grown apart a lot, of course, I wasn't blind, but the way he looked at me now, and his words made me feel like we were complete strangers to one another and not two people who had been really close friends only a few months earlier. I dropped my head, sighing as he walked upstairs. I hadn't expected much, but I did think that he would have a little bit more respect for me because of how much time we spent together in the past, but I was probably just too optimistic. Real life wasn't all fairy tales and rainbows, and sometimes when someone good happens to you, you like likes to balance it out by making something bad happen.
After a few minutes of contemplation, I heard a key in the door and stood up quickly, wondering if she was going to have regretted what we did this morning. My fears were instantly quenched once I saw the beautiful beaming smile on her face as she saw me.
I walked up to her, taking her face in my hands and bringing my face down to hers and giving her a light peck on the lips. "Welcome back..." I whispered, following it up with more light kisses on her incredibly inviting lips.
"Mmh," A quiet moan came from her mouth and as I pulled back, I saw that she was embarrassed at the sound that she had let out. To show her that I had no problem with what she had done, and instead loved it. I pulled her towards me, feeling bold enough to let my erection, though it was covered by my trousers, rest on her stomach so she could clearly feel it. "Oh!" She blushed but gave me a cute grin as if she was embarrassed but also liked what she was feeling. "I'm not ready for that."
"I know, babe," I said, pushing my luck.
"Babe?" she said, laughing slightly through the blush. "God, you're making me feel young again."
"What do you mean," I said, indignantly. "You are young."
"No way..." she said, but she looked away, and her smile told volumes over her words with what she thought of my comments.
"So," I said, turning the conversation serious as I knew that we were going to have to talk about what we expected from this relationship, or whether we expecting anything at all otherwise it wouldn't last for long. "What are we doing?"
"We're doing whatever we like," she said, smiling at me. "I don't know where it is going to take us, but I do know that you're kind, caring, you care about me, and you make me feel loved..." She then looked down and blushed. "...and you're also really sexy and aren't lacking in...any areas."
"I really care for you," I said, wanting to make sure that my feelings were clear to her. "And here you go."
I handed her a pink striped alternating bag and felt the excitement build as I saw her confused face. "I bought this when we went out last time, I just didn't give it to you because of what happened afterwards."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, seeing all the lingerie inside, all having been chosen by her before, with her only having tried one of them on. "Dylan..."
