“Dude, give me your keys,” I told him.
“What? Fuck off, no way.”
“Maggie came her with Suze, who is totally fucked up. She can’t be allowed to drive. I’ll take Maggie home in your car and you drive Suze home in hers. You’re practically neighbors.”
“Why doesn’t Maggie drive you home in Suze’s car?”
“I don’t care. If Suze gives her the keys, will you make sure Suze gets home?”
He nodded.
“Cool.” I started to turn away then stopped. “Dude, make sure one of these jock dipshits doesn’t take her off to a room somewhere. She’s way too drunk.”
“What the fuck, she’s not my date,” he protested. I ignored him. For all his faults he was a good guy. I knew he would keep an eye on Suze.
“See if you can get the keys from Suze,” I told Maggie when I returned. “Jeff will keep an eye on her and give her a ride home.”
Maggie shrugged and with a sigh rose from the sofa and moved across the room to where Suze was holding forth and spilling most of her latest cup of beer in the process. From my vantage point, Suze paid no attention to Maggie, not even when she pushed her hand into Suze’s front pocket and pulled out the car keys.
“We can’t leave her like this. I can’t believe I’m friends with the stupid bitch,” Maggie sighed. “Come on. You’ll probably have to carry her.”
“We’re good. Jeff will keep an eye on her and get her home.” I saw the skeptical look in Maggie’s eyes. “He’s a goofball, he talks too much, but he’s a good guy. He’ll make sure she gets home safe.”
Maggie glanced over at Jeff. He was watching us. He rolled his eyes, nodded and mouth ‘get the fuck outta here’.
Maggie gave him a fierce look, pointed two fingers at her eyes then at his. He laughed.
“Come on, Maggie. You can trust him. Honest.”
It was her friend’s car so Maggie drove. We did not speak. It was a nice night. The moon was three-quarters full and there were no clouds to dim its glow. I noticed again how fresh, new and green the world smelled. It was easy to ignore the odd scent of car exhaust and garbage cans that needed a wash.
Maggie pulled up to the curb in front of my house. I turned to her. “Do you want to come in? Have a Coke? Watch a movie?”
She eyed me for a moment then turned the engine off. “Sure,” she sighed, as if she was doing me a favor.
I stifled a grin and settled for a simple, “cool”.
What are you doing? I raved to myself as we walked to the house.
†
As the guest I let Maggie choose the movie. She chose Bird Box. I surprised myself by liking it. It seemed like cheating on mom to sit too close to Maggie. On the other hand, I did not want to insult her by not acting interested.
Movie over, I stood. “You want another Coke? A beer?”
“Beer, unless it’s an IPA, they’re too bitter for me.”
“Pilsner it is.”
I returned with the beers, handed her one and sat down, nearer the middle of the sofa but not touching her.
“I don’t bite you know,” Maggie offered as I picked up the TV remote.
Now I was really stuck. I could not claim to be seeing someone. Maggie would know I was not dating anyone from school. Telling her I was involved with my mother was not an option. Worse, I wanted to put my arm around her.
I was fucking my mother. She had, more or less, promised me anal after graduation but I was sitting here, wanting to put my arm around Maggie. And not just put my arm around her. What the fuck was wrong with me?
You’re a fucking asshole that’s what’s wrong with you, my brain replied.
I turned to Maggie and cupped her cheek with one hand. I allowed myself one quick kiss, no tongue. I was appalled by how hard I found it to pull away.
“We’ll both be heading off to school in a few weeks. What’s the point of starting anything?” I asked, still cupping her cheek. I realized I had been wrong. She was not cute; she was definitely pretty.
Even when she rolled her eyes, she was pretty.
“I’m not asking to marry you, or even date. That doesn’t mean we can’t make out. Have some fun.” She smiled, the question in her eyes easily read.
“True, but my mom will be home soon.”
“We’ll see the lights from her car in plenty of time.” The smile faded from Maggie’s face. “If you don’t want to make out with me, just say so. Don’t be a pussy.”
I had lied to mom. I had told her I knew what we were doing was not permanent. I lied and told her if a girl came along who interested me, I would pursue a relationship. I had not expected to have my lie tested in less than a week.
Had I been lying to myself as much as to mom?
There was no denying I wanted to kiss Maggie, kiss her and more. But that would mean I was cheating on mom. Right?
If you ever want to push a guy into doing something they’re hesitating over, imply their hesitation reflects a lack of masculinity. Whether or not that was Maggie’s intention by calling me a pussy or not, it worked.
I twisted, leaned over her and kissed her, one hand cupping the back of her neck. She offered her tongue and I accepted it.
I was surprised, and delighted, when she pushed me back and moved to straddle my lap. Now, she was kissing me and doing an exceptionally nice job of it. Her hands were around my neck. She pressed her ample chest against mine. She ground her pussy against my rapidly hardening cock.
My questions, my guilt, all were forgotten as my body responded to hers.
Mine was not the only body responding. Maggie’s kisses became more fervid. One of her hands left my neck and pushed between our bodies. I shivered a little when her hand clutched at my cock.
I wiggled my hands beneath her top and found her breasts. Even through her bra I could feel how hard her nipples were. She moaned into my mouth as I kneaded her breasts. She moved her hand and began to grind herself against the bulge in my jeans.
I tried to push her bra down and failed. I tried to push it up and succeeded. Her bra and shirt were now bunched up beneath her chin. Her boobs, smaller than moms but gorgeous, were freed. A feast for eyes, hands and mouth.
I lifted my head and found her nipple. She gasped as I sucked it between my lips. Moaned as I flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
She lifted herself off my lap and hurriedly pulled off her jeans. She had on plain, white cotton panties. The front was nearly transparent. Beneath the darkened, damp fabric I could easily see her pussy lips and a small, well-trimmed, patch of dark curls. I thought for a moment she was going to take off her panties. She did not.
She straddled me again, grinding herself so forcefully against my jeans I was worried she would hurt herself. She leaned over me and I reapplied myself to taking care of her nipples.
She began to groan and buck against me.
Car lights lit up the wall behind us.
“Maggie, my mom is home!” I hissed, trying to lift her off my lap. She was too lost in her orgasm to care. “Maggie!” I called louder and lifted harder, sliding from beneath her. “Hurry up and get your clothes back on. My mom is here.”
Still panting, Maggie nodded. She groped for her jeans, grabbed them and headed down the hallway for the bathroom. Mom opened the side door into the kitchen at the same time. I could not be certain if Maggie was out of sight when she opened the door.
“Hey, mom. How as work?” I called in what I hoped was a normal voice. “Maggie is here. We just finished Bird Box. It was pretty good.”
Mom came into the living room. She looked tired. She gave me a long look. I did my best to not look guilty.
“You want to watch some TV with us?”
She shook her head. “No, my ass is dragging and I got to get up earlier than usual and get to school to make sure everything is ready for graduation.”
“Hi, Ms. Brugi,” I heard Maggie call from the hallway. I stifled a groan. She hadn’t flushed the toilet. If she had not gone into the bathroom to use the toilet, why was she there? Mom was so far from stupid it was not funny. She would know something was fishy.
“Hi, Maggie. You kids got tired of the grad party?”
“Oh, please,” Maggie replied, rolling her eyes as she came into view. “Thank God, Josh was there or I would have been trapped waiting for Suze.” She turned to look at me then back at mom. “We should bet on whether or not she makes it to the graduation ceremony and whether or not if she does, can she make it through without fainting or puking or both.”
Mom frowned. “She was that drunk?”
“Wasted,” Maggie affirmed.
“Jeff agreed to keep an eye on her and get her home,” I explained. “We didn’t abandon her. I wanted to borrow Jeff’s car to bring Maggie home but he was being a pain in the ass. Instead, Maggie borrowed Suze’s car and brought me home.”
“Well, you kids watch TV as long as you want. I’m going to bed,” mom announced.
“Thanks, Ms B but I need to get home.” Maggie turned to me. “Thanks for the movie and the Coke.”
“And the beer,” mom drawled, staring at the coffee table.
“And the beer,” Maggie laugh, not even bothering to blush. “‘night. See you tomorrow, Josh.”
“Joshua, make sure Maggie gets to her car safely.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I stood.
“Madam,” I said to Maggie, bowing. “As a guess of our humble abode, you are allowed to use the front door of our domicile.”
I opened the front door and flipped on the front light as both mom and Maggie rolled their eyes.
I walked Maggie to the car. I had no idea if mom was watching but when Maggie rose up on tiptoes, I had to kiss her. What option did I have? She had just brought herself to an orgasm while I sucked on her boobs. And now I would refuse to kiss her?
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