Jason slid his hand up her silky thigh, loving the feel of her beneath his palm. She made his head spin with her seductive eyes, her wandering fingers, and a voice made for moaning in a man’s ear. He shivered as he remembered how, not five minutes ago, she’d knocked on his basement door, begging to be allowed into the area that served as his bedroom.

He’d let her into his basement domain, more a small apartment than just a bedroom. He didn’t feel so much like he was living with his mother when he was down here, he felt more independent. Like he really was an independent man.

“We can’t do this.” He wasn’t really protesting, he just wanted a minute to make sure this was really happening. “The wedding…”

She walked to him, hips swaying as she pulled the black slip dress over her head, her eyes daring him to turn her down.

“Do you really want to wait for the wedding, when you can have this now?” Her fingernail, painted a blood red colour, trailed down his cheek, down to his lips as she moved close to him.

He stroked her long, dark hair, his hand shaking slightly as he took in her nudity. Full breasts, full hips, and thick thighs made for a man’s touch. His touch.

He kissed her then, a deep kiss, the kind he’d dreamed of giving her for a long time. She let him kiss her for a moment before pushing him to the bed.

“I’ll take that as a no.” She pulled his clothes away before she went to her back, pulling him over her, placing his hand on her breast.

Jason couldn’t believe any of this was real. He moved down her body, touching tanned skin, smooth and silky. His fingers trailed down her rounded tummy, further down, following the path his mouth took.

“You aren’t like any other woman, do you know that?” He spoke the words against her thigh, his lips making her tremble.

For him.

Jason felt his pride swelling, along with other parts of his body, and looked up into her eyes.

“You are all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve waited so long, Jason, don’t make me wait anymore.” She reached for him, an invitation to be hers, at last.

Jason hesitated for a moment. The wedding was only a few days away. Shouldn’t he wait, shouldn’t he hold off until their wedding night? Wasn’t that what people were supposed to do? Mary had said it so many times, that she wanted to wait.

Fingers traced along his inner thigh, over his hard length and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He just couldn’t.

“Please, Jason. Take me.” Her breathless words broke the final thread of his will and Jason fell to her, taking her lips, promising his undying devotion with his body as he prepared to slide into her heated depths.

A knock on his door and his mother called down the steps, breaking his concentration, breaking the most intimate moment of his life.

“What, Mom? Can’t it wait? I’m busy!” He looked at the most beautiful woman in the world, a smile playing around his lips as he put his mother out of his mind.

“No, it can’t wait, your wife-to-be is on the landline. Why aren’t you answering your cell phone? She needs to talk to you!”

Jason heard her footsteps coming down the stairs and he bolted under the cover, pulling the quilt over the woman in his bed.

“Jason? Jason, what are you doing? Who is in that bed with you? You have to be kidding me! Jason, you little shit!”

Jason heard the phone fall to the floor as his mother smacked him round the head. He cowered there for a moment, hating himself for being so weak. Too weak to stand up to his mother.

Jennifer, the woman that had changed his world, ran from the bed, picking up her clothes before bolting out of the door.

“How could you, Jason?” He looked up at his mother, guilt marring his face.

“The wedding’s off, Mom. I’m going to marry Jennifer.” He stood up, holding the quilt to his front as he gathered his own clothes and phone. Watching the woman he’d decided was The One run out of the door had given him a backbone at last. “I’ll call Mary later.”

“Jason, you can’t do this. If you come back we can save all this and you won’t be making another huge mistake. Mary is good for you! Please, Jason, just think about this for a minute.”

His mother pleaded with him now that he’d stood up to her, stood up to her insistence that Mary was the one for him. He was a man, dang it all, he knew what was best for him.

“I don’t want to save it, Mom, that’s the point. I never wanted it. I want Jennifer!”

And with that, Jason made the first real decision of his life. Bad or not, he’d made it and he was going to stick to it. He left his mother there, mouth hanging open as her son walked away.