SIX
A WEEK PASSED.
A week of tiptoeing around Jane. Of pretending she hadn’t practically taken a short ride on my hard cock.
Sure, it was through my jeans, but in my mind, it counted enough to make things awkward for me. She wasn’t oblivious. She had to know how she affected me. Had to know the things I was thinking about her. It didn’t matter how well I hid it; she’d felt it that day.
So for a week, I basically avoided her and pretended she didn’t exist even though I was living under her roof. I didn’t start conversations with her. Not that I ever normally did, but when she tried to engage me in conversation, I was quick and to the point.
When Darrell was at work, things felt tenser. Probably because in some ways I considered him the brick wall between me and Jane. With him gone, we were alone. And while she obviously only considered me to be her foster fuck up, I couldn’t help but think of her as so much more.
She was all thick thighs and sweet swells of cleavage. I couldn’t just turn those thoughts off.
I tried and failed.
When Darrell was home, our nights consisted of polite conversation over dinner before I disappeared to my bedroom and hid out until the sun peeked through the window.
It was the most tedious and most exciting thing I’d ever gone through. My life had become a contradiction, and I didn't hate it.
The strange thing was that even though we barely spoke to each other, things got even hotter between us. At least, it seemed that way to me.
To me, her glances held promise.
Her smiles held secrets.
Her words and actions held a hidden message I spent hours every night trying to decode.
After a week of avoiding her, I wasn’t even close to being over it. I tried to let it go. I tried to keep my head in the game. School was coming soon, and I knew I needed to focus, but it wasn’t something I was capable of. Not when I could see her curves through her thin sundresses and the outline of her thongs through her tight shorts.
Usually, it was at this point in other homes when I got bored and decided to fuck up and get into trouble. But suddenly, I didn’t want to get away. I didn’t want to get into some trouble like I usually did when I was beginning to get fed up with my situation. Probably because I wasn’t even close to being uninterested in my new home. Probably because I was becoming obsessed with seeing her and being around her.
I had a crush on Jane, as fucked up as it sounded. She was in her thirties, and I was as experienced as someone my age could be, but it was happening, and it was tumbling out of control.
And as with the typical crush, I wanted to be near her. The only way I could do that was if I was in the same household. Running out and getting into trouble would take that away from me, so it was the last thing I wanted.
The streets didn’t call to me as much when I had a woman’s tits and ass to stare at all day, and that was exactly what I did. As long as she wasn’t paying attention, and as long as Darrell, aka the husband of the woman I jerked off to, was at work or out, my eyes were on her.
We fell into a routine, and honestly, it wasn’t an exciting one. If it wasn’t for Jane, I would have been bored out of my fucking mind. But the usually dull things became exciting as long as Jane was doing it with me.
Hanging out around the house.
Doing laundry.
Loading the dishwasher.
Jane did it all, which surprised me.
The Jepsons obviously had money. Enough so they could hire a maid, yet Jane spent her days being a housewife—cleaning for her husband and cooking his dinner—while other wives in her position were busy going to salons and blowing their husband’s money.
Watching her move around the house as she cleaned became my favorite thing to do. She didn’t know I was watching her, but the way she stretched when she dusted or the sway of her hips when she danced to the music in her headphones were enough to drive me crazy.
The differences between Jane and Darrell became even more obvious as the days faded away. Jane had the levelheadedness of a woman who’d spent more than a few nights eating ramen while Darrell had obviously never gone without a day in his life.
Darrell was a money man, and I had the feeling Jane had jumped all over that rich dick and took a ride all the way to comfort.
I couldn’t blame her really. I’d gone to bed hungry before, and I couldn’t say I wouldn’t have done the same because honestly, I knew I would have.
“Can you hold her head while I rinse her?” Jane asked when I walked past the bathroom. “She’s being difficult today.”
I hadn’t even heard the running water in the hall bathroom when I left my room, but inside, Jane was busy giving the fluffball, whose name I’d found out was Lulu, a bath.
She was kneeling beside the tub; strands of her hair darkened by water fell from her hair tie and stuck to the sides of her face. More water and soap covered Jane than the dog.
My mouth went dry at the scene in front of me.
She was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts. It was a simple outfit—nothing overly sexy—with everything completely covered, yet water had changed it drastically.
She was soaked.
The white cotton of her shirt plastered to her body, showing off every dip and curve of her frame. Her nipples stabbed through the fabric like daggers. She was practically naked with the way her wet clothes stuck to her body.
The light above her shined down just so, enhancing everything, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from her body. My heart grew heavy in my chest, and my cock inflated with blood, hardening to a painful point.
“Sebastian? A little help here please,” she called out again, breaking my attention from her body and back to the moment.
I moved into the small space, feeling as though I couldn’t breathe from the steam of the warm water and the heat of her soaking wet body.
The floor was cold and hard on my knees, and the water puddled everywhere soaked my jeans. Lulu’s tangled curls caught my fingers as I held her still so Jane could rinse the thick lather of white soap from her fur.
With my hands in warm water, I watched as Jane washed and rinsed the dog. She hummed softly as she worked her long, slender fingers through the dog’s fur. Her movements were relaxing. Lulu squirmed in my grasp as she tried to move away from the spray.
I tried to keep my attention away from Jane’s soaked shirt, but her hardening nipples were like a bad accident I couldn’t look away from. I was failing miserably at trying to pretend the moment was totally normal.
It wasn’t.
It was sexy.
It was wet.
And I was rock hard.
Did she know her body was visible through her clothes?
Was she aware of what she was doing to me?
And if so, was she enjoying my attentive young eyes all over her thirty-year-old flesh?
I bit my bottom lip to quiet the growl that pawed at the back of my throat.
I wanted her more than I’d wanted anything in my entire life. And for a boy who had spent his life wanting things he could never have, that was saying a lot.
“Lulu, be still!” she yelled, making the dog pause.
She was trying to climb out of the side of the bathtub, splashing even more water across the front of Jane’s shirt.
My breathing quickened, and suddenly, the walls of the small space seemed to be closing in on us.
The smell of the hot bathroom mixed with her shampoo.
The scent of her skin.
It was intoxicating.
The sheen of humidity and sweat on her skin … My eyes followed the curve of her flushed cheek and down the side of her neck.
I wanted to taste her skin. Slurp the water from her skin and lick the droplets that escaped down her body.
“All done, Lulu,” she sang, pulling the soaked dog from the water and wrapping her in a white towel that had been sitting at her side.
I slid back from the tub, getting my jeans even wetter. Standing wasn’t an option at the moment. Not when I couldn’t seem to feel my legs. And especially not when I was sure my hard dick was more than visible through my jeans.
I tugged at my shirt, pulling it lower to cover my crotch, but even through my T-shirt, it was noticeable. There was nothing I could do but stand and pray she didn’t notice. I didn’t want to make things even more uncomfortable.
My sneakers squeaked against the wet tile as I stood, and thankfully, Jane’s eyes stayed glued on Lulu as she scrubbed the towel against her to dry her.
“Good girl, Lulu. You did such a great job, sweet girl,” she cooed.
My brain was screaming for me to leave, but my knees wouldn’t cooperate. It felt as though the water on the floor and the bottom of my shoes had become one with each other. I was as good as glued to the spot.
“Oh, my God!” Jane exclaimed. “She got you, too.”
She pointed at the front of my shirt, and I hadn’t noticed it, but I was soaked as well. My shirt stuck to my stomach and chest the way Jane’s was sticking to hers. Except what I had to show was less appealing.
She turned, reaching for a dry towel, and while she wasn’t looking, I allowed my eyes to dip to her soaked chest. Her nipples had hardened even more, and I could see their dusty pink coloring through the shirt now.
I swallowed, the pressure of my dick against my wet jeans making me even more uncomfortable.
She shoved the towel into my chest and smiled up at me. I loved how short she was.
How small.
And cute.
And just … everything.
I wanted to pull her to me. I wanted to feel her wet body against mine. I wanted to do it all. Everything forbidden and wrong. Everything I could never do. I wanted it.
She dropped a dry Lulu to the floor, and she skittered out of the bathroom and down the hallway. Her tiny nails tapped against the hardwood until she disappeared into Jane and Darrell’s bedroom and onto their bed.
“Here,” Jane said, surprising me and tugging at the bottom my shirt. “Let’s get this thing off you before you catch pneumonia.”
And then it happened.
She pulled my soaked shirt up and away from my jeans revealing the tent in my warm, wet jeans.
Her eyes widened, and her slender throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, embarrassment settling deep into my stomach.
This kept happening with her, and I felt stupid. It was like I had no control over my body when it came to her.
Her cheeks reddened, and a shy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
“It’s okay.” She reached out and laid her palm against my chest. “These things are natural, Sebastian.”
“I can’t help it with you.” Honesty rushed from my lips. “It’s never been this way.”
I wished for sarcasm and attitude. I wished to be my normal self, but with Jane, in the humid bathroom with her perfect body visible through her wet clothing, I couldn’t be anyone but the horny teenage boy who wanted nothing more than to feel the inside of her ripe body.
She opened her mouth to respond, but Darrell’s voice echoed in the room around us, bouncing off the tile like an acoustic hammer to my cock.
“Jane, what the fuck are you doing?” he growled.
I backed away from her quickly. My back slammed into the wall behind me, the towel rack digging into my spine.
I wasn’t sure what I expected to happen, but Darrell stumbling into the small space drunk off his ass wasn’t it.
He leaned onto the countertop, his red, glazed eyes taking in the scene before him, and his lip curled in disgust. The familiar smell of vodka swirled around me, sending memories of my past homes crashing into me.
“We were just giving Lulu a bath,” she said, trying to make light of the heavy situation.
Darrell looked down at the floor, his eyes scanning the space for the dog who was nowhere to be found.
“Where’s the fucking dog then?”
Her spine stiffened at his words, and I felt my anger spike.
I was used to drunken assholes, but when it came to him speaking to Jane that way, I wasn’t having it.
With wide eyes, she stuttered over her words. “She was just here. She must’ve run off.”
“Yeah, right!” he yelled, his booming voice bouncing off the tile and making my brain vibrate. “That’s not what it looks like to me.”
“What’s it look like then?” she asked, her voice cracking.
“It looks to me like you’re standing in the middle of the bathroom with your tits showing. Sebastian’s getting an eye full.”
Her eyes went even wider as she quickly looked down at herself. Snatching the dry towel from my grasp, she covered herself.
“You like that, Sebastian?” he asked, his angry eyes turning in my direction. “You like looking at my wife’s tits?”
“Darrell, please,” Jane started. “I swear we were just giving Lulu a bath. I had no idea that …” She stopped, motioning to the front of herself.
“Yeah, but Sebastian knew.” He turned his attention back my way, his eyes dipping to my crotch. “Didn’t you, Sebastian?”
I didn’t respond.
Thankfully, my cock had deflated with his arrival, but still, he was pissing me off, and I could feel myself spiraling.
I saw a whole other side to the Jepsons. A side that included alcoholism and jealousy. A side I wanted no part in. The fact was, their life wasn’t as perfect as it seemed from the outside.
Instead of doing what I wanted to do, which was put my fist through his old face, I pushed past him and left the bathroom. I heard him call out to me as I made my way down the hallway to escape to my bedroom, but I didn’t turn back. Instead, I went into my room and slammed my door behind me.