Gavin
Bob and Mary are out. I saw them leave. Bob told me he was taking Mary out of town for their anniversary and they’ll be away all night. He asked me if I could keep an eye on the house and on Lindsay. “I’m sure she’ll be okay, but just in case,” he said.
And now Kate is out with her boyfriend.
It’s dangerous knowing Lindsay is home alone, no one there but her and her dog, and for once I’m alone, too. My schedule has been crazy lately with all kinds of promotion work, too lucrative to turn down when it lands in my lap. I’m doing everything I can to distract myself from what I really want to do.
I’m tempted to go next door, but I can’t. Good sense tells me I should stay away, that it will cause all kinds of problems with Kate, and probably with Lindsay’s family too.
I busy myself taking out the trash, doing the laundry, cleaning the place up like I don’t pay for a service to do it. But it’s not taking my mind off Lindsay. She’s next door. Alone. How can I stop myself going over there?
When the doorbell goes, and I see her standing there in her pale blue summer dress, so beautiful, so fuckable, it’s almost a relief that I don’t have to break the promise that I made to myself to stay away until I finally talk Kate around to the idea, at least in principle.
“Kate’s out with Paul.” I assume that’s who Lindsay came to see. She probably gave up on me by now, and my awkward conversations with Kate have been for nothing.
“I know she’s out. Mom said to come over here if I needed anything.”
“Yeah, your dad told me to keep an eye on you. Whatever you need…come in a moment.” I shut the front door behind her. The air is thick with unspoken words.
“I needed…I just needed…” Her chest rises and falls as if she can’t get enough air into her lungs.
Fuck this! I can’t leave her alone.
I pull her to me, and kiss her, and the moan from her lips as our mouths meet goes right to my cock. That kiss is just like it was back in the old garage, all-consuming, wild, filled with unexpressed desire.
“Is that what you needed?” I ask her.
“Yes.”
I kiss her again, our mouths opening to each other, savoring, taking our time to explore. Eventually, we break off to catch our breath and I just hold her and stroke her hair, enjoying the soft feel of her in my arms.
“What were you going to say to me when I answered the door?” I ask.
“If my courage failed, I was just going to ask you to look at the AC unit. But really, I wanted to ask you why you’ve been avoiding me.” She’s direct. I like that she has the confidence to ask.
“Not deliberately avoiding you. I’ve been working crazy hours since Kate’s party.”
“You could have sent me a message. I would have known what was going on then.”
“You’re right, I should have done that. I’m sorry, but I wanted to have good news for you. I tried to speak to Kate, in a general way, not dropping you in it. There was a feature on movie stars marrying much younger women on TV, and I asked her how she’d feel if I went out with someone as young as her.”
“What did she say?”
“She was horrified. She said she’d be ‘grossed out.’”
Lindsay winces.
“Sorry, but those were her exact words. Apparently, it was okay for George Clooney or Harrison Ford to be with younger women, but not me. I didn’t want to give up. I tried to broach the subject again, but she shut me down. She’s got nothing but Paul in her head right now.”
“Were you ever going to tell me you talked to her?”
“Not without trying again.”
“And what if she still wouldn’t listen?”
“Then I’d have had a lot of thinking to do. But I can’t stay away from you, Lindsay. If you’d been two minutes later, you would have bumped into me on the way over.”
“It’s been weeks. I’m not just some toy you can pick up and put down when you feel like it.”
“No. I didn’t ever think you were that. I care about you too much for that.”
I kiss her again, softly, and then more insistently as she responds, her resistance melting against me.
“Have you eaten yet?” I ask her. “I’ll cook you something.”
“Not yet, but Kate…”
“Will be at Paul’s place tonight. She’s staying over.”