Although I have been an avid reader of erotic stories for some time, I have always viewed them as a fantasy, not really something that happens in real life. That is until the other dayâŚ.
I arrived home from work to find my sonâs 22 year old friend Tim sitting in the driveway. Several years ago this would have been quite normal, as Tim and my only son Josh had been inseparable. They had met in kindergarten and had been best mates ever since. My family had sort of adopted Tim as he came from a troubled family background and had left home at a very young age. However, I hadnât seen a lot of Tim since Josh had taken a job interstate and Tim moved in with his girlfriend Tanya.
As I parked my car in the garage and walked over to Tim, I was surprised to notice how thin he looked. He was a tall lad, probably six foot two, and had always been trim, but now he looked so thin it made me wonder what was the matter. I walked over to him and he smiled but somehow the smile didnât reach his brown eyes. He followed me inside and sat in the lounge room, I told him to make himself at home and make a cool drink for himself while I went and had a shower.
As I stood under the cool water, I found myself thinking about Tim, but not Tim my sonâs mate, but Tim the man. I was rather startled to find myself thinking like this. Although my husband had died several years earlier, I hadnât exactly been celibate since then. I had had several lovers but none of them had proven very satisfying. But why was I, a 45-year woman thinking such thoughts as these about a man young enough to be my son. Indeed who was like a son to me. I gave myself a mental shake as I turned off the water and wrapped a large towel around myself and went back into my bedroom to dress.
When I came back down the stairs, Tim was sitting at the breakfast bar with two iced teas sitting in front of him. Typical of Tim to think of making a drink for me too, for although he came from a rather harsh background he was always the perfect gentleman. I took my drink and suggested we go into the lounge room and he can tell me what his problem was.
âWho said there was a problem,â he almost whispered.
âCome on Tim, I have known you most of your life, I know when something is wrong. You turn up here on my doorstep looking like you have not a friend on this earth, and you deny there is a problem. Lets just cut the bullshit and spit it outâ
He looked rather startled but began to tell me about his problems with his girlfriend. Tanya was a very pretty girl, and she knew it. Everyone knew she was a flirt, actually more like a tease, but we had hoped for Timâs sake that once they moved in together that she would calm down a little. Apparently that was not the case. When Tim arrived home from work the other day he had found her on a chat line having cyber sex with a guy. She had told him it was only a bit of fun but when he had found her e-mail box open he couldnât resist looking at it and found several very steamy emails from the guy. One even suggested that they meet in town to see if the sex was as good in person as it was online. Again he had confronted her about it, and she flew into a rage that he had looked at her private emails. He told her that if she had things to hide she should be more careful and to close things down so he couldnât see them. This enraged her even more and she informed Tim that she was going to meet her cyber lover whether he liked it or not. When he tried to reason with her, she informed him that it was over between them, and that as far as she was concerned, he was a dead loss in bed.
As Tim told his sad story, I could see tears in his eyes. I felt so sorry for him that I put my arms around him and hugged him. But I guess this made him uncomfortable as he pulled away very quickly. I tried to cheer him up by suggesting that we go out for a bite to eat and a couple of drinks. He said that the news of Tanya and her Internet lover had already got out and he didnât really feel like going out and being the object of peopleâs pity or gossip. I agreed with him and suggested then that we go and get some Chinese take away and a bottle of wine and we can sit and chat, just like in the old days. As a teenager Tim would always come to me and talk about his problems with girlfriends and his life in general.
He agreed to drive me into town to pick up the takeaway and the wine