Timing had never been Jake's strongest asset. And when it came to his sex life, there wasn't a time when his race to the finish line hadn't caused a woman frustration. He was as useful as a sprinter running a marathon. The first few minutes were astounding; but all too quickly, it was over leaving his partner unfulfilled and entirely unsatisfied. Jake was as quick as they came, and it only took a few thrusts to bring the sexual encounter to a close.
"I can't do this anymore," Vanessa had told him while pulling up her jeans and tossing a shirt over her head. "I couldn't be happier with your looks and charm, but the sex is a real problem. I don't care if you have to see a therapist or buy a bag of toys and practice for months. Figure out how to fuck me without popping, and then we'll talk."
That had been three days ago, and he hadn't spoken to her since. Vanessa had been right - he did have a problem. Fifteen second wonders were expected of high school virgins. But when a twenty-five-year old does it, it's nowhere near as cute. His girlfriend was gone because of it, and Jake had no one to blame but himself.
Sitting on the bed in his college dorm room, Jake looked around the familiar surroundings with agitation. Every good memory it held was now tarnished by his own inadequacy and failure. He couldn't stay there another second with thoughts of his ex swirling around inside his head; but most of all, he didn't want to be alone. Jake quickly threw together a weekend bag, hopped in his car, and made the two-hour long drive home.
The entire drive was an exercise in self-condemnation. Though he hated running away, it was even more frustrating that his problem hung overhead like a dark cloud. No matter where he went, it would still be with him. He wanted to shout and punch the steering wheel. On the verge of swearing at every driver who was going too slow or too fast for his liking, Jake clenched his jaw and managed to refrain from causing an accident.
Jake hadn't slept well ever since he and Vanessa went their separate ways. With a mind full of unpleasant thoughts, he stayed awake most nights tossing and turning. One decent night of rest was exactly what he needed to put his head back on straight. Hopefully being so far away from campus would provide that. He would take Vanessa's advice and make an appointment with a sex therapist in the morning; but for now, he needed to stop thinking and remember how to relax.
His car pulled into the garage, and Jake looked around curiously. His stepmother's car was in its usual place, but his father's parking place was vacant. At six in the afternoon, it was likely Peter was still at the office. That worked out better anyway. Jake wasn't quite ready to see his father and have a manly discussion about the reason for his sudden visit. An extra hour or two would help him think of something.
Delaying an embarrassing conversation with his father should've helped Jake feel more at ease, but it had the opposite effect. Being alone with his stepmother always made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Though she was friendly enough and they got on incredibly well for an eleven-year age difference, Jake always had the tendency of staring a little longer than he knew he should. Chelsea was gorgeous after all which didn't help the matter. He would've been happy calling her by name just like his father, but referring to her only as 'mom' made it easier for him to remember that the thirty-six year old was already taken.
When Jake walked into the living room, he stopped in his tracks at the sight of Chelsea in the center of the room on her yoga mat. Maybe it was just the outfit, but she looked even more incredible than the last time he'd seen her. The tight, black yoga pants showed every curve of her toned legs, and the sports bra fit her medium sized breasts to perfection. Her exposed stomach glistened with drops of sweat in the sunlight pouring in from the window, and her long, blonde ponytail draped lazily down her back as if completing some majestic yoga pose.
From downward dog, Chelsea gave a start when she saw that someone else was in the house, but her alarm turned into a smile when she recognized the stranger to be her son.
"Jake," she said happily. "I wasn't expecting you. Are you just dropping by or can you stay a while?"
"I came for the weekend," he said realizing it would've been polite to at least give her a call while still on the road. "I know I should've called, but it was a spur of the moment thing. I hope that's alright."
Chelsea got up and crossed the room wrapping her son in her arms and pulling him close. "You're always welcome anytime," she told him. "And besides, there's nothing planned for this weekend which makes you being here even better."
Jake could feel her warm sweat moistening the front of his shirt. It made him want their hug to last longer, but instead he broke it off early. There was a familiar stirring in the front of his pants, and he thought it best to get some distance before Chelsea felt it too.
"Is my dad still at work?" He asked.
Chelsea shook her head with an instant cold shoulder. "He's away on a business trip for the month. At least that's what he told me."
Trouble in paradise? Jake wondered. She looked uneasy about it. If problems really were on the horizon, he didn't want to pry. After all, Jake's own relationship drama made him very aware of how important it was keeping some things to himself. "Then it's just you and me?"
"Just you and me," she confirmed instantly letting the cold shoulder melt away. "I'm kind of gross from earlier. I'll grab a quick shower and be right back. Are you alright taking care of dinner?"
Jake looked at her incredulously. "You actually trust me to cook."
"Not a chance. The takeout menus are next to the fridge. Just pick something that goes with wine. I want a drink."
Jake watched as his mother climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Each step accentuated the shape of her body, and Jake tried not to notice only to find himself staring. Letting his eyes follow her figure until it disappeared out of sight, he shook himself out of the moment. Yoga pants or not, it was still his mother. That was reason enough to not stare in the future. Jake went into the kitchen to distract himself.
Chelsea loved her wines. She had a small wine rack that was always fully stocked. Just like her sister who preferred rich flavors over sweetness, she drank mostly reds and could rarely stomach a white. Chardonnays and Rieslings made Chelsea feel like she was drinking pure sugar water. That's why they and ones like it had no place in her home. Knowing all the bottles would be delicious, Jake scanned the labels before choosing one at random. Any red would pair well with Italian, and he found a takeout menu to match. The food was delivered and dished onto plates by the time Chelsea came back downstairs.
The sight of her left Jake making a swift adjustment to his pants from behind the kitchen counter. She was wearing a black, silk robe that barely reached past her ass and a small pair of shorts and bra underneath. His mother had always made it a point to be comfortable in her own home, and entertaining family was never a reason to break with tradition.
"Your wine," Jake said as he held out the glass.
Chelsea grabbed it eagerly and took a sip. She closed her eyes as the flavors coated her tongue. Turning her attention back to Jake, she grinned and gave a nod of approval.
Dinner with Chelsea was exactly what Jake needed. He found himself laughing and drinking to his heart's content with an old friend rather than a parental figure. They made quite the pair which had always been an unusual but delightful case.
When they took their wine glasses to the couch and Jake finally heard his mother ask the reason behind his unexpected but very enjoyable visit, he was already past the point of being comfortably tipsy to give her an honest answer. She listened intently and did her best to keep their glasses full. By the time Jake told her about his plan to search for a sex therapist in the morning, she was deep in thought.
"Are you alright?" He asked. "I'm the one having the crises, but you look like you're right in the middle of one of your own."
"It's just a dilemma," she responded after a moment. The woman took a breath as if committing to her resolve before continuing. "I wasn't planning on saying anything, but I feel like I should be honest with you too. Your father's getaway is more than just a business trip. He's been having an affair for a few months now. He accidentally butt dialed me while his secretary was giving him a blow job. How cliché is that!"
