After all the excitement things seemed to be approaching normalcy again until the day he bumped into Ashley's mom while watching the love of his life doing what she did on the soccer field, making chins drop with both her skills and assets.
"I love watching them play." she startled him. I bet you do, he thinks.
"Sierra is really really good. Even better than Ashley I think." He almost spat out the water he was drinking.
"She is. I bet Ashley is pretty good too. I mean I know she is, from what I've seen of her play. Playing."
"Do you think their relationship will last when they go to college? I mean as more than just a friendship?" He looked at her, not sure of what to say.
"Honestly, I always thought it was a phase, you know, experimenting and all that. They are pretty young still. But lately I've wondered if there isn't more to it than that. They really do think the world of each other. You really think the world of my daughter too, from what I've heard." He can't help it. As hot as it probably was, the thought of her with her daughter disturbs him. A combination of jealousy, paternal instinct, and territory.
"Why, what does she say?"
"Nothing really. Just that you two shacked up once." She looks to go into a state of near shock, her face is as white as a ghost.
"She told you about that? Oh my god. It was nothing Alan I swear. I'm so embarrassed. I had been drinking all afternoon one day and she came bouncing in like she always does, not even a knock on the door. Well, I had been reading an erotic novel about two women, and had literally almost nothing on, on the living room couch. Ashley and her dad spontaneously went out golfing and I was in a state of, well, I had been fucking myself ok?" She grabbed his arm.
"Anyways, instead of running away screaming or excusing herself or whatever she just comes right over and asks what I'm reading and reads the back, asking if she can read it when I'm done. She said she was really curious about sex with a woman. As if I don't know about her and Ashley by now. Anyhow when I go to the bedroom to, you know, get a robe or something, she follows me in and asks me if I can look at something for her. Of course I say yes, having no idea she's talking about 'if she shaved her pussy correctly' saying she had just done it for the first time, asking me, basically her aunt, if I could clean up any spots she couldn't reach. Alan, she was wearing crotchless fucking panties! I lost control. It's my fault. I was just shaving her and she started playing with herself then one thing led to another, I felt disgusted and mortified afterward. She's like a daughter to me!"
"It's ok Tish, I understand." He hugged her, now crying. They have been friends for over twenty years. "She is something else, and very sexy, and I don't hold it against you. If Ashley did that same thing to me, I'm sorry but I really don't see myself controlling myself either, I'm not upset at you."
"Exactly, you understand. I mean I'm a woman, I'm supposed to have more self control than that. But the truth is, and please don't repeat this, I haven't had sex with anyone but Sierra in ten years. Me and Tom just don't fuck anymore, and I need more release than my hand can provide sometimes."
"Noted" he said, with a laugh. She laughed too, and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad we talked." She walked off, fetching her daughter, while Sierra came running up to him.
