Son Of A Bitch: Part 2

"Elena and James are getting sneaky..."

It had been about a week since my night with James, and his mother still had no idea. Today, however, could be the day she knew. She called me and invited me over to hang out by the pool and maybe drink some wine. It is what women our age did, even if we were fake friends. What if she invited me over to talk about James? What if he told her? What if James and I run into each other? All these questions had my mind and heart going crazy. As I rang the doorbell, Julia was the one to answer. She was wearing jeans with a pink shirt similar to mine, only mine was black.

“Hey you,” she said giving me a fake hug.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” I said nicely as I hugged her back.

“It’s the least I could do,” she replied. “Come on in.”

I felt relieved that Julia was still clueless. She would’ve brought it up, if she knew about James and I. That was the kind of woman she was. We made our way to the kitchen and Julia wasted no time grabbing a bottle of wine.

“Thanks for taking care of James’ pants,” she said pouring a glass.

“No problem. It was my pleasure,” I replied with a smile.

I looked around the kitchen and the living room. No sign of James. Part of me was relieved, but I also wanted to see him.

“Is James home?” I asked trying to seem like I didn’t care.

“Yeah, he’s upstairs in his room,” Julia replied pointing upstairs.

My heart started racing as I began having flashbacks of what happened. I remembered James’ lips, his touch, and the way he made me feel. It was wrong of me to think that way around his mother, but I couldn’t help it. It was the feeling he left.

Julia and I began sharing the bottle of wine along with many details about our marriages. I was surprisingly starting to enjoy it. Usually talking to Julia made me sick, but she seemed like a real friend at this point. Maybe that is just how fake we are?

After a few glasses of wine, I kind of felt a little tipsy. “Can I use your bathroom?” I asked setting my glass down.

“Sure. Go ahead. You okay?” Julia asked.

“Yeah, I just think that last glass was the one,” I replied laughing.

I made my way upstairs to the bathroom. Just as I was about to enter the bathroom, I heard his voice.

“I thought I heard you here,” James said walking out of his room. He was wearing jeans and a plain white shirt that showed off his body perfectly.

“Hello James. How are you?” I asked trying to cover up my tension.

“Much better now,” he replied walking towards me.

He kept moving towards me. I backed up into the wall and he leaned in. “Thanks for my pants the other night,” he whispered in my ear.

“James, your mother is right downstairs,” I whispered back. As bad as I wanted James, I couldn’t risk Julia seeing us in the hallway. “Not here okay.”

James slowly kissed my neck. “How about here?” He moved to the other side of my neck. “Maybe here?” He then ran his tongue up towards my ear. I was instantly wet from his touch. I moved my hand along the wall looking for the bathroom door. I opened the door and James and I both went in.

We began kissing like we did on that first night. He then spun me around and pushed me towards the bathroom sink. I placed both my hands on the counter by the sink and I could feel James behind me. He began biting my ear hard.

“Ah, fuck,” I whispered. I knew I had to be quiet with Julia right downstairs.

James moved his hands towards my back. He moved them up my shirt and began rubbing my soft skin with his equally soft hands. As good as it felt, I wanted more. I grabbed both his hands and forced them onto my breasts.

He massaged them with no hesitation.

“You’re all I’ve thought about for the past week,” he whispered as he massaged my tits. “Have you thought about me?”

Instead of responding to his question I moved my hand down to his cock. I could feel his hard erection through his jeans. I began rubbing it hard.

“Oh, god,” he grunted.

I turned and put my finger on his lips. “Shhh.”

James turned me back around and began unbuckling my belt. He slowly pulled my jeans down to my ankles. As my jeans hit the floor, James gripped my ass with full force. He then showered it with gentle kisses. I felt his hands move towards my hips. He slowly pulled my panties to the ground.

“James, wait,” I suddenly whispered.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“We can’t risk your mom walking in on us,” I replied. I wanted James to fuck me so bad, but I couldn’t risk Julia finding out. “If she catches us, she’ll never let us near each other.”

James got on his knees and placed his hands back on my ass. “I’m a grown man, Elena. She can’t stop us,” he said as he massaged my ass.

“She’ll find a way,” I muttered trying to find the right words. James’ touch made it hard for me to speak.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he whispered.

I looked back at him and placed my hand on his chin. “I want to know. Just not right now,” I whispered.

I took my hand off his chin. James’ face looked sad in the mirror. I wanted him to know that I still needed him. 

I took both his hands and put them on my hips. Then I pushed my bare ass against James’ giant erection that was still poking through his jeans. I moved up and down as James began thrusting. He started breathing like crazy.

“Oh, Fuck!” he said trying to stay silent.

I knew James liked it, but I felt like he still needed convincing that I wanted him. That’s when I decided to get dirty.

“Cum for me James,” I said as I continued thrusting. “Cum in your jeans. Show me how bad you want me.”

James took his hand off my hips and placed them on my tits. He gripped them to a point where it hurt me, but I liked it.

“Christ Elena,” he grunted in my ear.

James thrusted two more times against my ass. I could feel the damp spot in his jeans against my skin.

He backed up and looked down at his jeans. “These pants might need your attention as well.”

We both laughed and started kissing. “I got to go downstairs. I’ve been up here too long. Your mom will be suspicious,” I said opening the door.

James walked towards me and gave me one last kiss. He bit my lip hard and walked back to his room. I walked back downstairs to find Julia still sitting in the same spot.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to head home. Don’t want to risk drinking too much,” I replied. Julia and I exchanged fake hugs and I went home.

As I sat up in bed later that night, all I could think about was James. I felt good about making him cum, but felt bad that he couldn’t cum the right way. Maybe I was over thinking it, but I wanted him again. Just as those thoughts were going through my mind, my phone rang. It was Julia.

“Hey Julia,” I said in a happy, yet fake tone.

“Hey, can you come see me tomorrow?” she asked. Julia sounded upset and my heart was beating faster and faster. What if she knows?

“Sure, is everything ok?” I asked nervously.

“We just need to talk,” she stated firmly.

“Oh. What about?” I already knew when I asked.

Julia took a deep breath. “It’s about James.”