Tollie's Garden Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.2

... door and drive off and I knew our relationship had run its course. When I went to my bedroom, I looked out the window and saw Tollie in his chair with the lamp over his shoulder, reading. I stood there hoping he would look up and see me, but he didn’t. I put on my short white satin nightgown and got into bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about the day, remembering my mom sitting close to Tollie, how it seemed we were competing and hating that—me being ten years younger than Tollie and my mom twenty years older. I thought about working in the garden for the first time in my life and listening to Rachmaninoff. I hated upsetting Tristan and not knowing what I felt anymore, then suddenly, I remembered how much I liked pottery when I was a kid, thanks to Tollie’s question. Anyway, my mind was swirling and it took me a long time to fall asleep. I woke up late the next morning and saw the sun pouring in my window. I got up and remember looking at myself in the mirror, seeing my long brown hair, my blue eyes, my slightly bent nose, my apple sized breasts, wondering if Tollie thought I was pretty, even though I remembered him saying he thought I was beautiful. I wondered if he cared that I was so much younger. I liked the way he looked at me when we talked, but he never tried to touch me, except when he kissed my forehead the other night. I thought I would ask him what he thought about our age difference, but then thought he would wonder why I was asking and know that I was ...

... getting a crush on him and decided I would pass on that question. If he was interested in me like I was interested in him, he would let me know and I decided to just be patient, something really hard for me. I went to the window and panic shot through me when I saw a red convertible car pull up and a woman with long blonde hair halfway down her back and wearing a skimpy floral sundress get out. I saw Tollie running out of the carriage house, hugging her, picking her up and swinging her around as they held each other. My knees went weak and I thought I’d collapse, seeing how happy they were to see each other. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them and watched them walk into the carriage house and then saw Tollie showing her around. Oh my God, was I freaked out, seeing how pretty she was and how happy Tollie was when he ran up to her. Who was she? Was she an old girlfriend, a lover or just a really good friend? I didn’t know and didn’t know how to find out. I knew I had to mind my own business and let go of my feelings about Tollie. I knew they were going to sleep together. There was only that small bed in the corner—and the thought was agony. I didn’t know what to do, or how long she was going to stay. All I wanted was to have her disappear and to find out they would never see each other again. I hadn’t had breakfast and went downstairs. Mom was at the table reading the paper and she looked up. I knew she wanted to talk. I poured myself a cup of coffee and waited for an English ...