Weeks had passed. She'd had no communication from Tyler in any fashion since their aborted kitchen adventure.
Which struck Liz the wrong way, somehow. From constant phone calls to nothing at all. Feeling bereft, she fought against the idea that she had been rejected by an 18 year old for a girlfriend of a similar age. 'Be happy for him.' She counseled herself, 'He's far too young for you anyway.'
Brian didn't notice, which was a good thing, considering how close he'd been to discovering them in the kitchen that day.
Life, for him, was completely normal. He still fell asleep on his chair every night like an ancient old man, he still ignored Liz's attempts at seduction, and god, she ached for some sort of fulfillment. From anyone at this point.
Dreams of Tyler's mouth on her, tongue inside of her, woke her out of sound sleep regularly. She'd sit up in bed, gasping, the spasms of her orgasms wracking her body. Struggling to keep herself quiet with Brian asleep in the bed next to her. The cold showers she took constantly before bed could only do so much, it seemed.
Utilizing her vibrator during the day when no one was home helped, but she could not forget the feel of his erection against her. Rock hard; that warm flesh that she wanted inside of her.
The very next day Tyler's mom called to speak with Brian. Liz answered the phone and handed it off as quickly as she could. Her skin crawled not just at the idea of speaking to his mom, but more because she couldn't stand the woman.
"Tyler bought a truck! Sold his old car to a friend and used the money he made from his yard work company this summer as a down payment. Along with graduation money." She enthused to her brother. "And I think he has a girlfriend! He's been out at night and comes home grumpy, I think it's some kind of puppy love." Liz could hear her disparaging tone echoing from the headset and got up to go into the kitchen.
"That's great." Brian said before the sibling's chat turned to their parents, his favorite subject, and hers.
Liz overheard parts of the conversation from her spot in the kitchen, putting dinner together for the family. She instantly decided that tonight was a running night, she needed the physical release desperately. Figuring that if she put at least ten miles on her body that she would not have the energy to long for sexual release. For a day or two at most, but she'd take what she could get.
Brian was asleep on the couch shortly after dinner, the children in bed as Liz went to the bedroom and found a clean tank top, sports bra and silky running shorts to wear.
The soft cotton of her bra rubbed against her erect nipples, and she fumbled with the laces of her shoes, body aching.
'Stop it', she warned herself, getting up from the bench near the back door and letting herself out into the darkness. 'Clear your mind and just run right now'.
Her favorite time of day; the dark hid untold dangers and thus, excitement. She was fleet, darting down empty streets, through the park and around one of her usual routes.
Wisely, she varied the routes, so that no one could track her on any given night. Tonight's route took her past the High School she had graduated from many years before, as well as the one where Tyler's ceremony had just been held.
Taking a break from the hard pace she'd set for herself; she slowed down to a jog on the sidewalk next to the parking lot.
A single vehicle, a dark truck, sat at the far end of the lot, next to the sidewalk and her antenna twinged. Too close for comfort, so she crossed the road and kept an eye on the truck. Contemplating danger, she picked up her pace, falling back into a fast run.
Watching the truck for movement, her fear ratcheted up significantly when the driver's door opened.
"Liz!" The driver called, waving an arm, then both, as she bolted past. "Auntie Liz, it's me! It's Tyler."
She heard the words as she ran past, but they didn't register until she was halfway down the block. Her heart pounding from the sprint and fear alike, she stopped, winded. Head down, hands on her knees as she caught her breath.
Behind her the truck pulled into a parking spot on the road and Tyler bounded out.
"I'm sorry." The first words out his mouth in weeks. "I didn't think; should have known you'd be scared of some guy in a truck yelling at you."
"Yeah." Liz stood up, "Just a little scared." Stretched, because the sprint and subsequent pause had tightened the muscles in her calves.
Tyler watched her, hands at his sides, fingers clenched.
"I just wanted to talk. It's been forever." His voice was soft, and Liz heard the undertones, the same ache she had been feeling the last two weeks.
"It has been." Liz agreed, "I figured you'd found a girlfriend. Your mom told us about the new truck." She walked a few feet down the sidewalk, then back towards him, trying to loosen her muscles.
"Look, I have to keep moving for a few blocks or so. Walking or jogging, my muscles are too tight. Why don't I circle around the next few blocks and come back this way. We can talk then." She watched the smile light his face, white teeth in the darkness.
"That would be great!" His excitement was palpable. "I'll just be over there, in the truck."
Liz was laughing at his eagerness as she picked back up to a slow jog, heading down the street. Each puddle of light from the streetlamps marked her path, measuring the distance between her and Tyler.
She wanted to go back to talk to him, but the sane part of her brain warned her that to do so would be very, very dangerous. Things hadn't progressed to the point of no return yet, but to spend time in his company tonight, without boundaries, was courting more trouble than she wanted. Unfortunately, she also wanted HIM desperately.
She was still anxious when she came back around to the parking lot shortly after, thankful at least that the muscles in her calves had relaxed. Nothing else had.
