Another Slip Up

It had been 2 days since I met Jesús in the shed, and it had consumed my every thought since. Even now as I showered with the showerhead held between my thighs. The pulsing water pushed me towards an early morning orgasm. My imagination filled with images of the strong Latino taking me.

I dressed ready for another lazy summer day, which mostly involved more sunbathing by the pool, so another bikini was the winner for the day. Riley had hit me up to hang out, but that wouldn’t be till later. Knowing Riley, she wouldn’t even be up till well past noon anyway.

Delja was staring out the window of the kitchen. “What are you looking at?” I asked, grabbing the morning shake she’d already prepped for me.

“Oh, your mother is having the gardener trim back the tree,” she said. Stepping next to her, I could see Mom giving Jesús a lot of direction. Forcing him to hold the shears above his head as he walked back and forth, long moments of him trying to find the exact inch where Mom wanted the cut.

The head gardener looked tense, I could only imagine how infuriating it must be to have her micromanaging to such an **** degree. Actually I could do better than imagining, I’d experienced the same phenomenon on several school projects, or college admission applications. Or even down to my choice of nail polish.

“Poor guy, they’ve been at this for a couple hours already,” Delja said. Then turning back to continue cleaning the kitchen. “You need anything else for breakfast?” she asked. Delja wasn’t the biggest fan of me only having a shake for breakfast, she thinks I’d be better off eating eggs, toast, bacon, any “real” food as she called it.

“I’m fine, Delja. Did you eat?” I said sipping on my shake.

“Not yet,” I gave her the look, “I know, shush.”

“Love you,” I said as I made my way outside.

“Love you too, Miss,” she said, continuing her routine.

Jesús and Mom didn’t turn to look at me as I walked across the yard. So, I called out, “Good morning!”

Biting my lip as Jesús turned, Mom looked confused as to why I was calling out like that. To be fair, it was out of character for me to greet her, but I wasn’t actually calling out to her. She just served as the perfect excuse for calling out to Jesús. I gasped, as he tensed at the sight of me, the shears slicing through the branch.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!” she shouted as the branch tumbled to the ground. He looked mortified, I guessed that wasn’t where she wanted the branch cut. “Can you not even perform a simple task like trimming a tree?”

Jesús stole a glance my way, I thought I saw a slight smile on his face. “Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you!” He looked back to my mother, any sign of happiness quickly left him.

I felt bad for him. And then I remembered what happened the last time he got in trouble. I bit my lip thinking about another trip to the shed, helping him release the anger my mother was cultivating within him. I shook my head, it was hot but would I really make a regular thing out of it?

I laid out on the lounge chair, trying my best to tune out the screeches of my mother. I scrolled on my phone for a while, checking out what all my friends were up to. I found myself glancing off towards Jesús every once in a while. The thought of him relieving stress in the shed, frustrated and pent up. The poor guy, but I could help him, like I did before. I bit my lip, thinking about doing it again.

Mom was still chewing out the sexy gardener, the sweat glistening off his brown skin. She finally stomped off, leaving Jesús all on his own. He started gathering the fell branches pulling them off to the back. “Honestly, I should just fire him,” Mom said as she passed by. My heart sank a little thinking about him being fired, and disappearing from our estate.

“IF only he wasn’t so good with the roses,” she sighed, staring over at her rose bushes. Mom and her roses. I had always felt a resentment towards them. At times Mom seemed to like them more than me, but if it kept Jesús around a little longer maybe I could appreciate them. She continued on, and made her way inside. I hoped Delja had made herself scarce, I’d hate for her to be caught in Mom’s warpath.

Jesús walked away with a final armful of branches. I watched him disappear into the back. After a few minutes I heard the shed door slam shut. I bit my lip, it was time. Would I do it? Could I not do it?

“DELJA!” I heard my mother call out from inside the house.

Screw it. I stood up sneaking off to the shed.