Lara Decides They Should End It

Lara could not deal with the near **** that she had suffered in the park. Though Greg reassured her he would never allow it to happen again, she could not share his confidence.

After a week, she asked him to please stop texting her. Turning down the boy's advances broke her heart, and she wanted nothing more than to respond to him. After she had left several texts on read, Greg finally gave up.

Lara stirred her plate of fettuccine alfredo as she listened to Jeff drone on about office politics at his firm. This is normal. This is appropriate. Lara thought as she faked a smile from time to time to feign interest.

"What's that?" Lara said as Jeff's voice rose, indicating he had asked her something.

"I asked if there was something wrong with your food?" Jeff asked, a bit annoyed at having to repeat himself. "You haven't done anything but stir it since it arrived."

Lara looked down, embarrassed at her inattentiveness. "Sorry, I've had issues with one of my son's friends, and I'm trying to figure out how to deal with it properly."

Jeff chewed his food before answering. "Boys that age only think of themselves. Especially if he's having girl trouble, once he gets laid, you'll find his poor attitude disappears."

Lara dropped her head. I'm the girl problem she thought.

"He's not like that. He's a good kid. I think some stuff outside his control is weighing on him." Lara said in defense of Greg.

Jeff looked at her as if weighing his next reply. "Yeah, but he's only what eighteen nineteen? When I was that age, I was comprised solely of a bunch of hormones that thought about nothing but scoring. Trust me, all boys are basically the same."

Lara dropped it. She thought that if she continued to defend Greg, suspicion might arise. Besides that, that brief chapter in her life was closed. "I suppose you're right. I like to think the best of everyone."

Jeff smiled at his victory. He reached across the table and took Lara's hand in his. "I'm sure by the end of the week, something will happen that will leave no doubt that I'm one hundred percent correct."

Lara winced. He's already a better man than you, she thought.

Lara finished her meal and had a few glasses of white wine to liven up Jeff's dull stories. Jeff paid the check and led Lara out to his late-model Nissan Sentra. The drive to Jeff's place seemed like an eternity. Between his selection of heavy metal music and his wandering hand that kept trying to get underneath the hem of Lara's skirt, she wanted nothing more than to jump out of his car and into hers and drive home.

Her desire to leave as quickly as possible, though, was put on hold when she tried to vacate Jeff's car after they pulled into his driveway. She would have face-planted directly into the pavement without a firm hold on the door.

"I think you've had a few too many," Jeff said, throwing Lara's arm over his shoulder to steady the **** mother. "Let's get you in the house."

Jeff lay Lara down on his couch. The drunk woman kissed his cheek. "My hero."

Jeff looked down at Lara. She was definitely feeling the effects of strong drink. She had so far stymied any advance he had made beyond more than a goodnight kiss. Perhaps this was his chance. He leaned down and kissed Lara on the lips; his tongue slipped inside her mouth.

Lara felt a pair of stiff lips press against hers, followed by a dead fish of a tongue slip past her lips. The **** must be affecting me. Greg doesn't feel as skilled as last time. She thought as she fought through the drunken haze that brought on a hallucination of her heart's desire.

Lara felt her top being pulled down and her bra-covered breasts exposed to the cool air. Clumsy hands began to maul her fleshy orbs. Greg must be drunk to be so rough with me.

"Honey, be gentle," Lara cooed. Her eyes still closed.

Jeff smiled. Finally, she's giving in. All it took was almost an entire bottle of white wine. He released her breasts and popped the center clasp of her bra. As the fabric parted, it revealed her dark areola and hard nipples. He leaned down and took one of her succulent nipples in his mouth.

Lara was trying to stir. The call of the void was almost overwhelming. She fought not to give in and blackout. She felt Greg slide up her skirt. His hand caressed her inner thigh. Everything's off. Why is it not as good? Indeed, it can not all be the ****.

Lara finally managed to flip her eyes open, and to her astonishment, it was not her young lover but Jeff who was on top of her. Shit, it was him I went out with. "Jeff honey, that's enough.

Jeff either didn't hear or decided to ignore Lara. His fingers reached her panties and slipped inside.

"Enough," Lara demanded, breaking through her **** state. She was now pushing at the much heavier middle-aged man.

"Come on, babe, you know you want it," Jeff replied as he tried to play with Lara's clit in the hopes she would become wet."

"Jeff, please," Lara begged feebly, trying to extricate herself from underneath the large man. "I don't feel good, honey."

Jeff stopped. His face was one of frustration. Lara could see that he was raring to go. She wished he was better at it. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, lie back, and let Jeff do his thing. What better way to forget Greg than to give herself to this man? But she was dryer than the Sahara. Nothing about this gave her an iota of pleasure.

Lara pushed herself up and walked over to the kitchen sink. "Sorry, I had too much to drink." She poured herself a glass of water and took a long drink to stave off the effects of ****-induced dehydration.

Jeff stood up. "Me too. I'm going to bed. You can sleep on the couch if you'd like."

Lara started to protest at being unceremoniously cast off simply because she would not put out, but she decided to let it go. She pulled out her cell and dialed Ben. After a few rings, she heard a familiar voice at the other end of the line.

"Greg? Sorry, I thought I called Ben."

"You did. But he's in the middle of a game, so I answered. Do you need some help?"

Lara took in a deep breath. "Can you have him come pick me up at Jeff's?"

"He's not tried anything, has he?"

"No, no," Lara quickly protested. "I rode over to his house, and I'm a bit too drunk to drive home."

"Text my phone the address, and I'll come get you. You do still have my number?"

Lara thought long and deep. "Yes, I do. But I don't know…"

"It's just a ride. Ben's busy and I'm not."

"Fine, I'll text it to you," she relented against her better judgment.

It didn't take long before Greg pulled up out front of Jeff's place. Lara made sure to meet him outside to avoid any confrontation with Jeff. "You've got a new car."

Greg smiled. "I've got an Uncle that restores classics. He gave it to me as a graduation present."

"I wish I had an uncle that would have given me a cherry red '69 Charger with a white racing stripe. Damn, that is sexy."

"Yes, it is," Greg answered without ever taking his eyes off Lara.

Lara blushed at his hidden meaning. "Uhm, I think we should leave now."

She started to walk toward the car but stumbled. Greg caught her as if she was light as a feather. Her hand rested on his broad, firm chest. She marveled at how well-built this young stud was. She could feel a tingle below. The elusive feeling Jeff had with great effort tried and failed to elicit this boy had brought forth without effort.

"Here, let me," Greg said as he opened the door and lowered Lara into the seat. He reached across her and buckled her in. Lara needed every bit of self-control not to pull him on top of her.

Greg started the car. The engine purred as he pulled out onto the quiet street. Lara looked straight ahead. She had not been in the same room as Greg much less alone with him in two weeks. Now, she was sitting in his car, and no one could stop her if she decided to rekindle their romance.

"Hey, you missed the turn," Lara said as she was brought back to reality.

"I'm taking you to my house. My parents are gone for the weekend and I didn't think you wanted to risk showing up in front of a bunch of boys with your clothes so disheveled."

Lara turned and looked at him. "Is that the reason? You're thinking of my modesty."

Greg didn't answer right away. "I won't ask you to do anything you don't want to. You have my word."

Lara wasn't sure. She knew that Greg was not like other men. He had never pressured her though he could have if he wanted. She knew she could not keep her word to get over him if he **** the issue. Perhaps she was projecting her wants on the boy. Indeed, alone in his home, there was no chance for interruption. Perhaps before the night was up, she would decide not to settle for Jeff.