***I'd like to thank Lisa for sharing her thoughts with me during the writing of this story.***
Connie sat alone in comfort and quiet at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her, the aroma pricking up her nose with its rich bitterness. She yawned, rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
Connie was home alone. Her son Scott was away for a few days attending a summer orientation session at the state college he'd be attending in the fall.
So, she thought, this is what it was going to be like when he left for school next month. Lonely.
Connie put a robe on over her nightgown and went out to the front porch. Earthenware pots planted with geraniums lined the railing and morning glories grew on a trellis at one end. She bent down and picked up the paper off of the porch, pulled it out of the plastic sack, and unrolled it. Nothing interesting on the front page.
Blue sky, not a cloud in sight, another hot day, she thought. You could already feel the heat building, radiating from the morning sun, announcing, with authority, the arrival of the late-July day.
Connie went back inside, finished her morning routine, got ready for work and was headed out of the house on her way to the hospital by six o'clock. As the head surgical nurse she had to be there early to coordinate the patients and the doctors who would be cutting on them.
She was scheduled to get off early and her workday went quickly, before she knew it, it was one o'clock and she was headed back home. She stopped by the grocery store to pick up a few items and arrived home half and hour later, put the stuff away, changed out of her work uniform and sat down to relax with a glass of wine.
Connie hadn't been home for more than twenty minutes when the doorbell rang. She answered the front door and discovered Scott's eighteen-year-old girlfriend Rachel standing in front of her.
"Rachel. Hi," Connie said with a pleasant, happy-to-see-you smile.
"Hi, Miss Taylor, I'd like to, um, could I talk to you, uh, I would like to talk to you about Scott," she nervously said.
"Well sure, come on in," Connie said, stepping aside so the shapely young lady could enter the house. Rachel stepped inside, removed her sunglasses, blinked in the dimmer light, and followed her boyfriend's mother through the foyer.
Once inside, they sat down in the living room, looking at each other, Rachel nervous, Connie curious, looking concerned in the way that nurses looked concerned when told of pain and illness – a kind of reflexive sympathy.
Connie Taylor was a woman of rare beauty; she was a woman who had been born with that particular excitement that brought lust to every man who gazed upon her. Her own son had experienced that same excitement, and now his girlfriend was also experiencing the feeling.
Rachel had never entertained lustful thoughts about another female in her life, but she was now, thinking to herself that her boyfriends' mother was one sexy MILF.
Connie looked at Rachel for quite a while, really noticing for the first time just how incredibly sexy Rachel actually was. Rachel was smooth-faced and had light brown hair, a very sensual mouth, dark eyes, and her figure was young, firm and nicely shaped. Her breasts were large and round beneath her t-shirt, yet Connie imagined that they'd be perky. Her legs were long, most of their length visible, extending from her shorts. She was very good looking, and certainly knew it. The young lady was a picture of wholesomeness with that certain milkmaid quality.
Hmm...Connie thought, I wonder...
"So...what can I do for you?" Connie asked with a friendly smile.
The words came tumbling out, all at once it seemed. "I'm not sure I should be asking you this, it may be unfair, but I didn't know where else to go, and I'm worried, and I'm afraid that Scott may have, I don't know, he's been acting different lately, I thought that maybe you'd know something..."
"Slow down Rachel. Take a deep breath. Okay? Slow down and tell me exactly what's happening," the older woman gently said, trying to calm the eighteen-year-old girl down.
Rachel nodded her head, took a deep breath, fluffed her hair like women sometimes do when they think they're about to say something silly, looked at Connie, and said, "I really love your son, and I have to tell you, sometimes when I look into his eyes, I feel like my heart is going to explode. My problem is, well, I think Scott has another girlfriend."
Connie carefully masked her expression, directing a reassuring smile toward Rachel, knowing that she was the other 'girlfriend' that the girl was worried so much about. "Really? I haven't seen anything to give me that perception. What exactly makes you think that he's seeing someone else?"
"I can't really give you anything specific. It's more like a, um, a feeling, like something just isn't right. That's why I said it's unfair, but I lie in bed at night, going through everything in my mind, trying to figure it all out, I always come up with, maybe..." She said, looking down at her hands clasped in her lap, nodding, her face looking sad.
Connie got up, walked over and sat next to the girl on the couch, and reached out brushing Rachel's hair back from her face. "Well, I know that he's been going though an emotional battle with college. He said he knows he's going to miss home, that he didn't want to leave you, but he knows that this is all part of growing up."
She looked up at Connie, her glossy red lips pursed, her expression frozen. Finally, her tongue peeked out, and she rubbed it on her upper lip, thinking. "Really? Do you think that's what it is? Am I just over reacting?"
Connie took her hand, watching to see what her reaction would be. Rachel looked at her with confusion in her eyes as the MILF began gently tracing lines up and down her forearm with her fingertips.
"I wouldn't say that you're over reacting. You also have a lot to deal with right now. You'll be starting college yourself in the fall and your boyfriend is going away to a different school, that's a lot of stuff," Connie said, letting her hand rest on the girl's knee.
Rachel was scared because she liked how Connie's touch felt. For some reason she didn't understand, the woman was really getting her worked up. Right to a point where she'd never been before, her heart was pounding, and her skin was burning with desire under Connie's touch. If she kept going, Rachel felt as if she wouldn't be able to stop her. She didn't want to stop her.
"You just need to relax, enjoy the rest of the summer. If you'd like, I could help you plan for the Mid-Summer Ball. You know, so it's a very memorable experience for both you and Scott." The older woman said, her hand now lightly brushing the eighteen-year-olds lower thigh.
Rachel, very nervous, suddenly stood up. "I need to get going, I have to go downtown and pick up my gown." She then paused, thinking for a moment, then asked, "Would you like to come with me?"
"I'd love to go," Connie said excitedly. _____________________________________
Connie drove; they climbed into her Acura MDX, backed out of the garage, down the driveway, and headed across town. Early afternoon on one of the best days of the year: very warm, with a touch of a breeze, and the smell of August coming up. The bank's time and temperature sign said eighty-seven degrees as they drove past it, and into town.
Once they were on the expressway they made good time, Connie guiding the truck through the traffic like a shark cutting through a school of tuna.
"So, exactly what type of dress did you get?" Connie asked, watching the traffic.
Rachel looked at her boyfriend's mother for a second, and after weighing her reply, she softly said, "Well, it's midnight blue, kind of a strapless, you know, something that shows a lot of shoulder."
"Mmm, you mean a lot of cleavage," Connie said, with a smile lurking in her voice. "I'm sure you'll be absolutely stunning, you'll have to model it for me."
