An entire week had passed with Dalton now home. Work picked up for Foster and now he found himself with fifteen unanswered emails, a growing grocery list from Kayla, and two voice mails he still hadn't even listened to. He had contacted Tara over a week ago. They texted back and forth a few times and since then she's tried to reach out in several forms and he just didn't have time to reply to her either. By the time he walked through the door at the end of his work day, Dalton was ready to have his dad all to himself. Kayla had been a life saver. The house was always picked up and dinner was always ready. The first two days, he walked through the door with fast food to get a hurt expression from Kayla when she saw the bags. So, he stopped picking up dinner which saved him 30-45 minutes a day.
He and Kayla hadn't discussed their movie night and nothing similar had happened again. Joslynn had been staying at her boyfriend's house more often now, which seemed to make Kayla a little sad. When the second week hit, Foster knew he was going to need to give Kayla a break. He walked through the front door after a short Friday, equally as ready for a break.
"Hey Kayla. Is Dalton down for a nap?" he asked, seeing her sitting on the couch with her tan legs crossed, reading a book. She nodded, and then looked back down at her book. He reached for his wallet and pulled out some cash he had been setting aside for her.
"I'm sorry it took me two weeks to pay you. I guess we didn't discuss time of pay. I'm also sorry I haven't thanked you enough this week. You came in here and saved us. I don't know what I would have done without you, Kayla."
She wiggled in her seat and blushed, looking up at him. "It's really been my pleasure. I enjoy Dalton. Thank you, Foster."
"Well, I wanted to give you some time off. Go do whatever you want over the weekend. If you could just be back here Tuesday, that would be great!" he said. Foster's mom had been begging to spend some time with Dalton, and he had planned a guys weekend in the mountains to unwind as well.
Kayla looked a little bummed for a second, but then nodded and smiled. "Is it OK if I stay here? I mean...at night? I don't really have anywhere else to stay." she asked.
"Kayla, I asked you to move in here so this is your place too. You have a key. You're welcome here anytime." she surprised him by jumping up and giving him a hug. Her breasts pressed against his chest and her silky hair swept over his arm, giving him a chill that traveled all the way down into the pit of his stomach.
"Thanks, Foster." she whispered in his ear, before releasing him to run back and check on Dalton.
His mom picked up Dalton before dinner. "Ohhhh little man," she cooed, hugging Dalton up in her arms. "I have waited so long for grandma time! Are you ready for Chuck E. Cheese?" she asked. Dalton's eyes lit up and he started bouncing all over the house.
"So when is she coming back home, Foster?" his mom asked. "I just don't understand a mom up and leaving this wonderful little bundle." she added, patting Dalton on the head.
"The last time I heard from her, she was still at the wellness center but contemplating a move where she could find herself. I guess she's wanting a whole new start without us. At least that's the way it sounds to me." Foster answered sadly.
"Oh well, honey. You're doing just fine here. Just do the best you can, like you have been. We can't control other people's actions." His mom always gave answers like that. The kind that you could find on a Pinterest quote board. More than likely where she found them herself.
Foster's phone pinged for a text, and he scooped his phone out of his pocket after closing the door behind his mom and Dalton.
-Rex
Hey man, can't make guys weekend. Honey-do list keeping me home.
"Shit!" Foster thought. He sent out a group text checking on the rest of the guys. All out. Sick kids, wife is leaving for the weekend, have to work. He threw the phone onto the couch. Frustrated and very disappointed, he slammed out of the back door in hopes that the fresh air would help. Kayla was listening to music while her hair was fanned out on a beach towel, her skin glowing with tanning oil. Seeing her like that was the last thing he needed, especially in an empty house.
He faintly heard his phone ringing through the screen door. Running inside, he hopped over the couch and grabbed it. "Saved by the bell," he thought to himself.
"Hello?" he answered breathlessly. He hadn't even bothered to look on the name before answering, but smiled at the sound of Tara's voice.
"Catch ya jacking off again?" she asked, giggling.
"Tara! Hey! No, I ran across the house to catch you." he laughed.
"My hero." she sighed melodramatically.
Foster chuckled. "What can I do for ya, my lady?"
"Well, that's a loaded question. However, what I called for is...I'm coming into town this weekend for a birthday dinner on Sunday. I left two hours ago and thought I'd see if you had plans this weekend."
"You're kidding, right?" he gasped.
"Yeah, you caught me. I just wanted to fuck with you." she answered sarcastically. "No!! I'm not kidding! You had said in your last email that your wife was gone for awhile. I thought maybe it would be safe for me to swoop in and at least give you a hug if nothing else. But, what I'm really thinking is..."
"BOOBY BAR." they both yelled in unison, and then burst into laughter. Foster quieted, remembering Kayla was just outside.
"Yes! Guys weekend was just canceled on me and mom has Dalton." he said, excited.
"Well it's nice to know you can answer the guys back when they text you to plan a guys weekend. You ass! I've been trying to get a hold of you for days!" she chided.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry. Work was crazy this week and guys weekend was planned with most of the guys I see everyday at work. I never mean to ignore you." he apologized.
"Oh stop! I know that. I was giving you shit. So I'm stay... at the Holi... Inn. When I get che... in and ch..., I'll call you." she was cutting in and out of service.
"I'm losing you, doll. Just call me when you get in." Foster said loudly before hanging up. He turned around and nearly knocked Kayla over. She dropped the towel she had wrapped around her, and he couldn't help but stare at her breasts in her blue bikini top. The girl really knew how to fill out a bathing suit. They both bent to pick up the towel at the same time, and she stood quickly when their fingers touched, her breasts accidentally brushing against Foster's face.
Backing up, she blushed and stammered, "I'm sorry, Foster. Gosh, I'm such a klutz. I'm so sorry!!"
Foster handed her the towel and then held her shoulders making her focus on him. "Hey...Kayla. No harm done. It's fine." Changing the subject quickly, he added, "Did you make plans for the weekend?" She wrapped the towel around her again, securing it over her breasts, causing them to squeeze together and cleavage to form above the towel.
"Joslynn and I are going to do something tomorrow I think. I wanted to just have a quiet evening tonight." she smiled sweetly but looked down at her hands.
"Sounds good! Well, I'll be out tonight for awhile so you can have the place to yourself." He noticed a flash of disappointment on her face but wasn't sure if it was because he said he would be gone or if it was because she didn't have plans. Her phone rang and she answered it, so Foster went upstairs to shower and change.
In his room, he sat down on his bed and opened his laptop. He decided if he took a few minutes to answer his emails now, he could forget about them and enjoy his weekend. His phone pinged next to him and he opened the text. It was a photo from Kayla. He blinked and held the phone closer. It was a picture of a black, peach, and pink colored thong, a glass dildo, and what looked like a vibrator. The picture had been taken with snapchat and had the caption, "Missing you" across the top. He replied with three question marks. Seconds later, his phone pinged again with a text from her.
-Kayla
OMG! I'm SO embarrassed. That wasn't supposed to go to you! Please forgive me! I'm so sorry!
Foster laughed and responded,
-Foster
No worries naughty girl ;)
He shook his head still smiling and imagined her freaking out in her room. He couldn't help but wonder who the lucky guy was that she missed so much. Maybe not a guy at all. He remembered her make out session with Joslynn on his couch. He clicked to reply on the last email on his list, and typed a quick but professional note before clicking send and closing his laptop. He undressed and closed the bathroom door behind him, turning on the the water.
In the steam of the shower, Foster closed his eyes with his back against the cool wall. A flash of Kayla's glowing skin entered his mind. Her fingers slid over her skin, rubbing the tanning oil in. The smell of coconut invaded his senses so much he would have sworn she was in the shower with him. The shower door creaked and a hand was on his chest. His eyes shot open, and Kayla was standing in front of him completely naked. He rubbed his eyes with wet hands and opened them again. To his surprise, she was still standing there in his shower, a real person, not a fantasy. The water was gliding over her hair and down her oiled skin. She was looking at her feet, like she had lost whatever bravery she used to talk herself into getting in the shower in the first place.
"Kayla...what are you.." Foster started to ask. As if the half question woke her bravery she stepped forward and kissed him. Her lips were were cool against his and she softly pressed her whole body into him. He held his arms stiffly at his sides as her fingers trailed up his arms, over his shoulders, and then in his hair, pulling his face closer. She pulled back to look at him, her wide eyes a question. Was this OK? Then she closed her eyes and kissed him again. This time, parting her lips and sliding her tongue into his mouth, softly gliding it over his. The muscles in his arms started to relax and he brushed his fingers up her hips and then around her waist before moving them up her back and then his fingers were in her hair, the kiss intensifying. He fisted her hair as their tongues explored together. She moaned into his mouth, and Foster pushed her back against the wall, sliding his left hand down her side and over her hip, squeezing, as his right hand brushed her cheek. His erection was pushing against her stomach.
She pulled away from their kiss, and gently pushed him back, dropping her head as she panted. Her wet, red lips, swollen from their kiss began to quiver. "I...I'm so sorry." she sobbed now, as she began to turn away, "I don't know what came over me. I should have known better." Foster tried to pull her into him but she held her hand against his chest and shook her head.
"This was wrong. I'm really sorry."
