This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos.
The story actually begins with chapter 02. So I suggest you start there. Chapter 01 is a glimpse into the future when obviously more characters are introduced. But here is a quick summary.
Andrea Mayers is the mother of Jay and Leslie. Things happen and Jay and Andrea...
OK, that's summary enough.
This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. None of the characters exist and their names are all fictitious as well. Any names that match individuals in real life are purely a coincidence. But then...one never knows. Please read the previous story parts.
So...sit back and enjoy the adventures of Andrea and Jay. (And some other people in their lives.)
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Heather. October 2006 Savannah Ga
Jay drove to the grocery store trying to sort out his thoughts about the upcoming evening. He was about to meet the infamous Heather. She would be in her late twenties now, he thought. The other person in his mother's life.
According to Andrea, she and Heather had not been sexual in close to three years. But they had stayed in touch. While he had heard his mother talk to Heather on the phone over the years, Andrea would usually go to another room. A signal to Jay to back off and give her privacy. Girl talk. Or was there more?
He could tell that some of the conversations had been heated end some, very emotional. Heather had come to his father's funeral with her husband but had not lingered to crowd her mother. But she had caught Heather looking at his mom and crying. At the moment he had thought Heather was not mourning the loss of his father who she barely knew.
No. Heather had been crying seeing the anguish Andrea was going through. Jay had thought it was a woman thing. Feeling for a friend's loss. Women did cry more openly when emotions overtook them. But now...knowing what had transpired between his mother and Heather, he realized Heather was in anguish herself. Seeing the woman she loved hurting and not being able to go hug and console her.
There were times recently that Jay felt threatened by the mention of Heather. Any emotional bond ones lover had for an ex-lover was always a source of jealousy and angst. Still, Jay accepted that Heather cared about his mother and appreciated it. The two women had relied on one another when their husbands had deployed and gotten close. Very close.
Maybe he should give Heather the benefit of the doubt to be in his mother's life as a friend if nothing else. After all he and Andrea had done, there was no way he could see his mother ditching men for Heather.
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Andrea finished her work early with a client and started the loan paperwork when she saw Heather coming in the bank. Heather had certainly dressed to impress. A green wraparound dress that showed leg over her knees and cleavage. She certainly had the boobs and legs to show off. Legs that were more appealing on her high heels. She was sporting a nice tan, and her long black hair was in a ponytail held back with a green ribbon. Andrea opened the glass door and waved her in.
Cynthia Barret looked up briefly as Heather's figure caught her eye. The young woman's ass looked spectacular. A twinge of arousal washed over Cynthia and she crossed her legs. Cynthia had never thought herself a lesbian. Most women who had not come to terms with their bisexuality did not. And in reality, they were not. Cynthia had come to terms with her attraction to women. But she knew herself. If she were to quantify her attraction to the sexes by fractions, it would be two thirds for men and one third for women.
But in recent weeks, Andrea Mayers had intrigued her, and a few times aroused her. Something she found disturbing as she considered Andrea a work rival. Cynthia went back to work, but she was unsettled.
Heather and Andrea smiled at each other, hugged and did the girl "don't mess my make up" kiss.
"Hey girl...you look good" beamed Andrea as Heather came in her office and sat.
"Thanks Andrea...so do you! You look...glowing." Heather was almost gushing to be near her friend and mentor.
"Let me finish up and we'll get out of here." Andrea said as she started saving documents and logging off the system. She made sure she did. And turned off the desktop.
"Wow, new job, new place to live...you made some changes eh?" Heather was enthusiastic.
"Sounds like you made some changes as well. A free woman..." Andrea trailed off as Heather's reaction threw her off. Heather smiled, but Andrea could see some pain in her face as she recovered, and her beaming smile returned.
"It was for the best Andrea."
There was a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. Both knew there was a lot of pain in the marriage that had ended and did not wish to rehash it.
"Hey, let's get out of here" Andrea said as she picked up her purse and laptop bag.
She checked her desk was locked, checked she had everything and followed Heather out.
"I have a surprise for you," she told Heather.
"Love those...what is it?"
"My son is cooking dinner for us at our place."
Heather was a little disappointed, but it had been so long since she had seen Andrea, she would take anything her friend had to offer. She still felt the same for the older woman as she had for the last five years. There was a connection between them she could not shake. "Older?" Andrea looked younger than she had last seen her. Glowing in fact.
"Oh...OK. Is it far?" she asked.
"About a ten minute drive. Did you park far?" Andrea asked.
"I'm in the garage a block away."
"Great, you can drop me off to my car and then follow me."
Andrea could sense some apprehension from Heather, but as usual, no argument. It was always that way between them. Andrea led and Heather followed.
They got their cars and drove the few miles to the apartment complex Jay and Andrea lived at. Parking near each other they walked together up the stairs.
Jay had gone shopping and gotten home in time to pick up the living room and clean the bathroom. Neither of them were messy people, so it didn't take him long. Then he had time for a quick shower before starting dinner.
Andrea had taught him to cook early in life. By the time he was fifteen, he could cook basic meals. After his father died, he started cooking for them so his mother would come home and not have to do a lot. She appreciated it, but eventually they started to share cooking duties. By the time they moved across town, it was normal for them to take turns cooking. She still cleaned the bathroom and kitchen herself, but she let him do laundry and other cleaning. His room had a bed and his desk still, but no one slept in it. Jay used it to study.
Going simple, Jay grilled chicken breasts with teriyaki sauce, made rice and a salad. White wine was chilling in the fridge, so that left setting the table. Around 5:30 he changed to jeans and a white button-down shirt. He knew Andrea loved him in it, so he was going to look his best. As he combed his hair, he heard the doorbell ring. He stepped out of the bathroom as he heard the door being unlocked. 'Showtime' he thought.
"Hey there...women in the house." He heard Andrea call out in a happy voice. Then another female voice.
"Smells good."
Jay stepped out of the hallway into the living room and gave the women his signature smile. Andrea was standing behind the young brunette and covered her face trying to suppress a laugh. The smile pose was Jay's standard "get a better deal from women" tool. It worked with her, but it also did wonders with sales ladies, waitress and restaurant hostesses. And it sure worked on Heather, who almost dropped her jaw to stare.
"Hello ladies" he said offering his hand to Heather, "welcome to our home."
"Hi...ah...I'm Heather." She uttered trying to compose herself and putting out her hand to grasp his. He held it and gave her a polite nod. She about melted in her underwear.
"I'm Jay" he said. And leaned in. "Who is that beautiful woman you brought with you Heather?" Heather was speechless but tried to say something. Only her lips moved, nothing came out.
"Oh my God," Andrea replied shaking her head. "Ignore him Heather...he thinks he is funny." Then she leaned into give her a hug. "I failed in his upbringing."
