Tollie's Garden Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.2

I slept in that next morning and didn’t wake up until eleven. It was Saturday and I loved not having to get up and rush out to school. The fact is, I loved to sleep—still do, but not like I did when I was a teen. Anyway, when I got up, I looked out the window but didn’t see Tollie. I took a long shower, played with myself, had a huge orgasm then got dressed, throwing on an old pair of cutoff jeans and a baggy T-shirt and even before I got to the kitchen, I heard Tollie and my mom laughing. When I entered, my mom looked up at me and smiled. “I made home fries if you want some.” Tollie turned and smiled “Good morning, Sarah” then turned back to his big cheese omelet and home fries. Mom sat next to him at the table, really close to him, almost touching, holding her coffee mug, and suddenly a pang of jealousy swelled in me. I tried shrugging it off and put a bagel in the toaster oven, got out the cream cheese, poured myself a mug of coffee and tried to act nonchalant about Tollie being there, but I wasn’t. I didn’t know how to act. I was shaky and didn’t know whether to sit with them, or go out to the back porch, or go back to my room. All I knew was I didn’t want the home fries my mom had made for Tollie, and knew I was being stupid. I love home fries and Mom was such a good cook. I ended up sitting at the table with them and feeling like a third wheel, which I knew was crazy. I was a kid and Tollie and my mom were adults, but I wanted to feel special like I did when we had ...

... dinner and he read me that poem and said he’d give me a copy. It had felt so intimate. They were talking to each other and I tried to listen, but I wanted Tollie to pay attention to me and not to my mom and didn’t know what to do. I knew I looked good in the tight cutoffs and wished I wasn’t wearing such a baggy T-shirt. Mom had put on weight and was a little plump. She didn’t exercise, but still looked good considering she was in her forties. Wearing a low-cut white blouse and no bra, I couldn’t tell for sure whether she was doing it on purpose or not, but there was plenty of cleavage showing. I hated what I was feeling and somehow wanted to let him see how sexy I looked in the cutoffs but I didn’t. Still, it was pretty intense thinking I was competing with my mom for Tollie. Wow! That was insane, but that’s what was going on in my head. When my mom’s cell phone rang she went into the pantry next to the kitchen to answer it, and there I was sitting across from Tollie. He had finished eating and looked at me over the rim of his coffee then put his mug down. “I really enjoyed being with you last night,” I said. “I liked it too—very much. It’s nice getting to know you.” “Thank you. I liked that poem you read. I was really touched.” “I’m glad you liked it. I’d love you to hear some of my others. Hardly anyone knows my poetry, so it would feel good to share them with you.” “I’d like that.” Our gazes met and I somehow felt special again, like something was happening between us, but I ...