A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... mean Heather? Well, I'm surprised Jocelyn is your daughter. You are so cool and sweet and she's, well, she's not."

"You can say it, Ben. She's a bitch. I know. I keep thinking it's a phase, but I just don't know anymore. I really need her to move out soon."

"I hear you I guess. Do you think she will?"

"I know she has thought of moving in with Rick. Initially I was completely against that idea, but, now, I don't care. I just need some sanity at home. Not that she's the only problem."

"Oh?" I said, eyebrow raised.

"Damn, there I go again. I shouldn't be spouting off like this."

I touched her on her hand, "It's okay. Sometimes, you just need to get things off your chest."

"I don't want to put you off of marriage or anything, but it really sucks a lot of the time. I just don't know if mine is going to make it much longer." She took two big swigs of her wine cooler, nearly emptying her second bottle. "Fucking Dan. He's gone all the time. And he comes back late Friday nights and wants to do nothing but sleep. Saturday night I make him a nice dinner and he likes it, of course. After I clean up for dinner, I put on some sexy lingerie and wait in bed for him. It takes him forever because he's 'working' in his study. When he finally does come in, I try to seduce him, but he says, 'Sorry babe, I'm just so tired. I just want to sleep.'"

"Shit," was all I could manage to say. What a stupid moron, though, was my actual thought.

"When he left this morning, I was ...

... actually glad. It removes a lot of tension from the house. I mean, he doesn't even want to look at me. I get it, I'm not young and sexy anymore. Things are, shall we say, sagging. Still..."

I took her hand in mine, "Heather, don't sell yourself short. You are very nice looking."

"'Very nice looking'," she repeats. "Like for an old mom, right? Ben, I don't want to brag, but when I was your age I could get any guy I wanted at any time. And now I'm this." She looks down at herself in disgust.

"Don't say that Mrs., uh, Heather. You are still so, so beautiful. I mean, I've noticed." Shit, I've stepped in it now.

She cheered up a bit, "You have?"

"Um, well, yeah. Kind of. I mean, I'm trying not to be a creep or anything."

Her face is quite flush now, "Ben, when we had our tumble down my attic stairs the other week, I'll admit your strong young hands felt great on my tits. Did you, um..." and then her voice trails off.

"Yeah. I noticed. Look, Heather, I'm younger and you are older, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate an attractive woman. Or be attracted to her."

"So, you're attracted to me?"

Fuck, I've done it now. I've backed myself into a corner.

"Look, Heath...Mrs. Johnson, maybe I should get going," and I started to stand up.

"No, don't go," she grabbed my hand to stop me. Fuck I wanted to take her right there on the couch so badly. But I didn't want to be the one that fucks up her marriage, so I tried to pull away.

"I know he's cheating ...