The sound of the phone ringing. Again.
Liz rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table. Unblinking green numbers told her that it was 8:30am. "It's Saturday." She moaned, stretching her arms above her head. Unfortunately she didn't need to check the caller ID to know who was calling. Again. For the last week, the phone had rung constantly; either the house phone or her cell phone rang with an insistent quality that was slowly making her insane.
Picking up the receiver she said, "Hello?"
"Aunt Liz?" Tyler's hopeful voice echoed in her ear. Like a bad dream, she thought. No, that's not right, she corrected herself. He's just being 18. And you know damn well you set this whole thing in motion with your foolish actions.
"Hi Tyler. Did you know that it's only 8:30 on Saturday?" And I was going to sleep in because the kids are at camp and Brian's out of town, she didn't bother to say the words out loud. But you know that since you've called every freakin' day for the last two weeks.
"Yeah, but dad said to come over and cut the grass since Uncle Brian's been out of town. And I wanted to make sure you were up." His excited voice rolled over her like a blanket of cold snow.
"Tyler, I'm up now. Thanks." She tried to keep her voice emotionless because she was afraid that he would take any softening in her attitude as encouragement. She'd managed to avoid all of his calls; dodging the questioning looks that Brian and the girls threw her way when Tyler called the house and her cell repeatedly.
"He's having girl problems." She told them. "And he thinks that I can help and I can't." Somewhat true; just not divulging to her family that she was the source of his girl problems.
"So can I come over?" He sounded like a puppy; one that she couldn't possibly kick.
"Yeah, come over. Give me a while to get showered and dressed." Perhaps not the best image to give him. "You can't cut the grass until 9:00 anyway. The cops will come and take you away." She teased him in spite of herself and was rewarded with a chuckle.
"Okay, I'll be over at 9:00. And if you're not quite dressed, that would be okay too."
"Bye Tyler." She hung up the phone and stared down at the wedding rings on her finger in contemplation. Only two weeks ago she'd given the boy the night of a lifetime and then turned him out like last-year's Christmas tree. Sent him home to his parents and came home to this house wracked with guilt over what she'd done. Luckily Brian had still been asleep in the chair and she'd been able to drop her cum soaked cami and grass stained shorts in the wash before anyone could question her appearance. And when Tyler started calling her, looking for round two, she had ignored him, guilt making her unable to even say his name before today.
A week ago Brian had taken the girls to soccer camp before he left on a business trip and Liz had been afraid that Tyler would drop in, confronting her on her poor treatment of him. With no ready answers, she would have been uncomfortable to have him alone in the house with her. Like today.
"Quick shower." She said as she hopped out of the bed. A glimpse in the mirror of her tanned legs under the short black nightgown made her stop and consider her body objectively. Running her hands over her breasts, she remembered the feel of Tyler's soft skin in her hands. The way he felt in her mouth, the sound he made as he came against her. Her fingers stroked the soft skin between her thighs and she said aloud, "My god, I'm soaking wet just thinking about him."
"Tyler's coming over." She told the image in the mirror, frowning at herself and making lines in her forehead. "And you are SO not going to seduce him in this empty house on this empty bed.....or else."
Liz was sitting decorously on the back deck when Tyler's rusty Escort pulled into the driveway some twenty minutes later. A pink sundress covered her skin and a pair of dark sunglasses hid her eyes from his view.
"Hey Aunt Liz." He bounded out of the car just like the puppy she imagined him to be. Easily excited and eager for new experiences. "Or do I get to just call you Liz?" A wide smile on his face made her realize that he wasn't going to forget and move on.
Dismayed, she stood and said, "Tyler, it's time get over what happened. It was a mistake; what I did was so very wrong and it won't happen again. You're too young to realize that what I did was hideously inappropriate."
The sun glinted off the red highlights in his dark hair as Tyler shook his head. "You know, I've jacked off every night since then, imagining your mouth on me again. It was not a mistake and I want it to happen again. Look..."
