Message Megan

It was too much. Your mom-slash-girlfriend probably wanted nothing to do with you after the stunt you pulled, and your pent up frustrations had barely been dampened by Megan's surprise blowjob. You were too tense, too angry. Maybe the girl was right and you did just need some good old fashioned stress relief.

Two minutes before the bell, you slipped back out of the classroom. Fuck it. If Allison could skip class, so could you. You even felt a smug sense of vindication after all the lectures your mom had given you about the importance of attending classes, and responsibility and all that. You pulled out your phone and located Megan's socials. Most everyone in school knew how to find anyone else in the school, so it didn't take long.

You shot her a short message, suddenly feeling a rush of anxious energy, your heart pounding. "I need you. Parking lot. East side." It was true; you did feel like you needed her. For what, you weren't sure. A sympathetic ear? A quick fuck? It didn't matter. Megan had lost her own mom, and was willing to comfort you. That was enough already.

You stomped through the nearly empty halls to your car. The school never really cared if seniors came or went during the day. Most of the senior class had large gaps in their schedules that allowed them a great deal of freedom, so no one tried to stop him or even asked him where he was going as he threw open the door towards the parking lot.

Standing by your car, you felt like an idiot. What were you doing? Were you really going to hook up with some random girl just because of one fight with Allison? but it wasn't just one fight. No, your whole relationship was fucked because she wasn't even really Allison. She was your mother! And you still couldn't stop yourself from wanting to tear her clothes off. Somehow, the twisted and perverse details of the situation almost made her more alluring, and you weren't even sure that truly bothered you.

"Hey," a soft feminine voice interrupted your spiraling thoughts. Megan had caught up to you.

You hadn't noticed her approach, but as you turned to look at her, you realized she'd changed clothes. She had been wearing a tasteful blouse and blue jeans, but now she was in a cotton tank top and very short cotton shorts. Her loose hair had been pulled into a simple ponytail. When you paused to drink in the sight of all the exposed skin, including a fair amount of cleavage, she struck a cute pose with one hand on her hip.

"Gym class," she said with a laugh, then looked past you to your car. "You said you need me, so here I am. What can I do for you?" She wasn't shy, but somehow managed to come across as almost timid. Reserved, like she was determined not to be the one calling the shots between you. She had made an offer, and you'd accepted, but she wasn't going to **** anything. Something about the way she stood before you, waiting to be told what she could do for you... it resonated powerfully.

You weren't even sure what it would be, though. You had thought maybe you'd just vent to her a little bit about your frustrations, but then she showed up looking like a little snack. Your dick stiffened instantly as a reminder of the girl's talents. You were positive that Megan was yours for the taking if you wanted her. And part of you really wanted her.

But was it too soon? Could you salvage things with Allison? No, that wasn't even Allison... but maybe she could learn to be... was that crazy? Probably. You were overthinking again.