I left Rachel's house without answering the questions Adam had in his head. It was still raining by the time Rachel dropped me home, though not as much. Heading inside I went straight to my bedroom, discarding all clothes into the laundry hamper and jumping into bed. Covering myself with a blanket, I left the window of the room open, wanting to hear the sound of rain while thinking of what I'd just done with my best friend's son.
The logical part of my brain knew it wasn't right, but I couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement, crossing my legs in pleasure from memories of the encounter. Regardless, it was better to listen to the logical parts of your head through these moments, and I decided that it was going to be a one-time thing and never again. Adam's a young guy, and like any other guy, he should have a girlfriend his own age rather than a woman forteen years his elder.
For the next couple of weeks, I avoided Rachel's place as much as I could. This one time my phone rang at home, and it was Adam calling from his personal number. I didn't pick his call, but found out the next day that it had been Rachel calling while her own phone was on charge. It was then I considered that maybe my complete distancing was an overreaction, and I headed to Rachel's the next day just like old times. But after what had transpired between Adam and I, I immediately picked up just on how much his behavior towards me had changed. The eighteen year old that was once a complete klutz around me was now no longer nervous when we talked. And then there were the 'accidental' touches.
He'd let his hand make contact with my ass whenever I'd pass by him, or he'd reach across the counter I was standing at to grab something and let his forearm rub against my breasts. There were numerous other examples of such 'accidental' touches that I said nothing to, but then there was the staring... I tried to act like nothing had happened between us, but the way he stared at my cleavage through my low-cut tops, my ass in pretty much anything I'd wear and even the look he'd have on his face staring at mine, I was unsure just how successful my attempts at de-escalation were going to be.
One night Rachel invited me to have dinner at her's. While she prepared things in the kitchen, I'd taken a seat at the dining table when Adam came over and took one right adjacent to mine. At first I thought of making up an excuse and leaving, before coming back and taking a different seat away from him. But then I let it go, choosing to remain seated where I was. I was trying to normalize things, and sitting next to my best friend's son was normal.
A minute later, I felt his hand on my thigh. I didn't look at him, just pushed his hand away. A minute later he'd placed it right back, and before I could push it away this time, he pulled my dress up, running his fingers along the smooth skin of my thigh before resting his hand on it again, the contact now flesh-to-flesh.
I should've felt revolted, or even angry. My decision to not let anything like what had happened that rainy day happen ever again was final, but I couldn't stop him. I wasn't even sure I wanted to. I liked his touch. I liked the way his hard hand felt against the softness of my toned thigh. I liked the way his hands felt on me. I tried to snap out of it, about to move him away once again, but he started a to and fro motion, lightly stroking the skin of my thigh, before moving to cusp its inner aspect and squeezing. I held back a gasp, my body completely still and mouth slightly agape. If this kept going, I didn't know how much longer I could control my restraint.
"Adam, please stop it..." I whispered.
"Why?" he asked, his hand still grasping my thigh.
"Because it's not okay for you to touch me like that." I replied, unsure of why I hadn't pushed his hand away already. "I'm your mom's best friend."
"You say it's not okay, but it's the best thing that's ever happened to me." Adam replied completely unapologetically, tightening his grip. He'd changed, and he'd changed fast. He was no longer that innocent, shy kid I'd known for so long, and that snapped me back to reality.
"I don't care what you think of it, it was a mistake. Now keep your hands away from me." I said sternly, and finally pushed him away.
"You're asking me to stop, but that day you wanted me to touch you. You made me touch you, and I know you liked it." Adam was vulgar with his words, more vulgar than I'd ever seen him be or even thought he had in him. But the words he'd chosen were true, and I found myself feeling conflicted.
He had now stopped feeling me up, and despite it being at my behest, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. My confliction began to run deeper, because despite knowing it to be wrong, part of me wanted him to keep touching me. A sick, twisted part of me wanted him to keep making advances despite my protests, and the thought made me feel like a terrible human being. So I stayed silent, ending the encounter, when Rachel made her way to the table with freshly cooked food and the three of us had dinner together.
Over dinner, Rachel told us that she'd be heading out of town for a business meeting next week, and asked if I could stay over at her place and watch over Adam while she's gone. My heart immediately fluttered at this, and Adam and I exchanged glances. I saw a little smile creep up his lips, clearly overjoyed at the proposal but managing to hide it well. I, meanwhile, felt very worried. A few days alone with Adam were definitely not a good idea, especially now that I was trying to set some boundaries and distance between us.
I thought over it, searching my head for ways to decline, but what she was asking for was entirely reasonable. I'd already stayed over at their place so many a times, and she'd feel completely at ease entrusting her son to her best friend. We shared the same workplace so I couldn't lie about a work-commitment without her catching on. My mind tried coming up with more potential excuses, but in the end, she'd been there for me through some very difficult times without ever having asked for much in return, and the weight of my gratitude in wanting to repay her outweighed every single one of them. Alas, despite the secret tension between her son and I, I found myself unable to say no, and Rachel beamed with joy.
The rest of the entire week I employed my earlier strategy of staying away from her place. My mind was consistently filled with nervous thoughts of how I would handle this, how I'd shut Adam down when he'd inevitably try to make advances again, and how I had to stay steadfast in my decision of our first encounter also being the last. At the same time, I hated that I also felt a little excited. I didn't want to, but every time memories of our encounter would enter my head, a chill would run up my spine and a jolt of arousal between my legs. Thoughts of the way he'd played with my thigh at the dinner table brought out the same feelings, and before I knew it, the day had arrived.
I got a call from Rachel that evening, telling me she was leaving soon and that I should come over. I packed my clothes, spending a little more time than I would have liked deciding on the lingerie. I wanted to pick out the least racy options, telling myself mentally that I'd have no reason to throw anything sexy on through my stay there. My decision to not let anything like last time happen again with Adam was, of course, final. But they didn't make any non-sexy lingerie for my proportions. Even the comfortable stuff was lacy and to be honest, my body would end up making even the most basic of lingerie come off as lewd. So frustratedly, I just ended up picking at random and made my way over.
Seeing me enter the house, Adam smiled like he'd won something. Up above I was wearing a sleeveless, plain black tank top, which did a great job at hiding most of the cleavage the lacy black bra I had on underneath left in the open, but also fit very snugly around my well-endowed bust. Down below I had on a pair of form-hugging, dark blue jeans. This was a casual outfit for me, and I'd dressed similarly hundreds of times when visiting Rachel's before. But with the way Adam was mentally undressing my body, hungrily eyeing my chest and ass as soon as I entered, I felt as if I were completely naked. I sighed before making my way to Rachel's room, hugging her then helping her pack. Adam followed and just stood near the bed, discreetly staring at my chest despite his mother's presence. I realized when I saw myself in the mirror that the upper edge of my bra had popped out after I'd bent over to place clothes in Rachel's suitcase earlier, and that's what Adam had been staring at. I quickly readjusted it, returning my focus to the packing.
