Will You? E-Book

ML James

• Herausgeber: via tolino media
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Cara is a first-time divorcee settling down to a life of quiet independence, but a strange attraction to her friend's yummy son is threatening to make her lose her senses. She has no idea what to do. Should she protect her sanity or should she just let it go to hell? 19-year old Lance is your typical teenager - raging hormones and all. He is crazy enough to fall in love with a single mom twice his age. But this inexperienced young man has three things guiding him - his heart, brain and crotch. For Christ's sake, which should he follow?

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Will You?

(C) 2019 Master Light James

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transported in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the knowledge and consent of the author.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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"Hey, honey," Carol called as she beat eggs in a shallow pan.

"Yeah, Mom," Lance mumbled weakly as he dragged his feet over to his busy mother in the kitchen. She had seen him passing by and was glad at the good timing.

"Are you free? I need you to take a DVD to someone." She was bustling all around the kitchen as she spoke.

"Why not just stream it over?", he grumbled.

"It's a DVD, sweety, not a porn video."

He blushed as he recalled when his mother had caught him streaming a leaked porn video with his friend, Dylan.

"By the way," she continued, now sure of success in breaking down his resistance. "It's just videos of a programme I launched some time ago, so it's too important to be trusted with your software thing."

"Come on, Mom," he sighed and rolled his eyes, but she didn't see him.

"Thanks dear, I'm grateful."

"So who's the person?"

"Oh it's Cara. She couldn't come for the programme because of Lisa's illness. Until that kid's hale and hearty, Cara's not leaving home. Remember how I excused myself from everything when Anna fell so sick?"

Lance remembered. It was just a few months ago when his young cousin fell gravely ill and had no other close relative nearby to look after her other than Carol, her parents having died years ago. But her recovery, like everything else about her, was swift. Nowadays, the girl was spending some time with her mother's family.

"But you can still stream it; it's easier," Lance mumbled.

"Of course, dear. You and Dylan can. But me and Cara, we are old school. We prefer the good ol' slot and play. And just in case she's forgotten, what she's looking for is the second and third videos. Now, if you're done with your complaints and reservations, the DVD is just beside the TV. Thank you."

With a smile, Lance went back to the sitting room. He wondered how his mother managed to anticipate his thoughts. Not that she was a psychologist, but she certainly had a way of reading his next move and then giving her response in a manner that always made him forget his 'complaints and reservations'.

*****

Parking in the driveway, Lance made his way on foot to Cara's house. It was an average-sized building in a very neat and quiet high-class neighborhood. It was no secret that Cara was a rich woman. It wasn't as a result of the large settlement from her recent divorce, but rather an inheritance from her late grandfather who was a successful business mogul during his lifetime. The divorce itself got her the house and an unknown amount of money along with custody of Lisa, her only child with her ex-husband. All this was common gossip. Lance ought to know a little more since Cara was his mother's friend, but he was never one to care for 'women talk', though he had quite a secret crush on Cara.

He walked to the front door and knocked quite confidently, but that confidence fell apart as the door was suddenly opened before he could drop his hand. A tired-looking Cara stood in the doorway.

"Hi Lance," she said in her small voice. "Your mom sent you? Please come in."

She stepped aside and he walked in, more like an automaton than a human. He was still not recovered from the shock of the sudden opening of the door. She closed it behind him and walked to where he was standing. Even with the tired face and no make-up, Lance thought her very beautiful. She didn't look her 35 years in her knee-length jeans, white sleeveless blouse and no cosmetics at all.

"Uhh.. Mom asked me to give you this," he said and awkwardly presented the DVD to Cara. "She said it.. it's the uh.. second and third."

"Yeah I remember. Thanks a lot."

And they both relapsed into uncomfortable silence. So far, Lance had only risked one look at Cara's face and he was searching his mind, trying to come up with something sensible to say. Something that would give him a reason to risk another look. Yes... Lisa.

"Uhh.. how's Lisa doing?", he asked, trying to sound confident and finding that her face was expressionless.

"Oh. She's doing better. Thanks."

"I um.. I think I.. I have to go now."

"Yeah, sure."

Cara rushed to the door and opened it wide enough for him to pass through and he walked past her, eyes on the ground.

"Um say me hi to your mom and Anna too. Oh I forgot, she's on holidays. Well, if you talk to her, just.. tell her I said hi."

"Sure."

He glanced briefly at her again and noticed that her eyes were also averted. Who would've thought? He wasn't the only one feeling a little uncomfortable after all. Up until then, he had thought that she had been staring at him and laughing inwardly at his childish nervousness. Since that wasn't the case, he felt a little better. But then, why could she not maintain eye contact? Was something badly wrong that she didn't want anyone to know?

He was now making for his car and he thought of going back to find out if everything was okay with her, but finding the courage was no easy feat. Rather than make a bigger fool of himself, he decided to go straight home. Going back to knock on the door again and ask about her welfare was outright funny and too daring to be attempted. He had done what he was sent to do. His business here was over. Anything extra may be deemed as prying into senior adult affairs. Affairs that had nothing to do with nineteen-year olds.

*****

Cara exhaled deeply as she closed the door and leaned on it. It was just a few minutes, from opening the door and welcoming him in to his exit, but it felt like a decade. All the while, she had wanted him to go, but at the same time, she had wanted him to stay. For Christ's sake, she had never felt this way since decades ago in high school!

Thinking about Lance made her feel young again and his handsome face was just so innocent and boyish that she wished to cradle it in her hands and run her fingers through that sandy blonde hair. His dreamy blue eyes were the greatest of all. She could never dare to look at them. They made her weak in all the wrong places.

The first and last time she really looked into them was when Carol first introduced them to each other. That handshake and that mutual blush were things she could never forget. She actually felt the electricity run through her as their skins made contact, and the first few times she had seen him since then, she had always avoided touching him or looking into his eyes. She could never trust herself to resist the beauty and innocence she would find in there. The feeling was nameless to her. It wasn't motherly or sisterly or anything close to that, rather it was a strong form of attraction that she could not describe. He was 19 and she was 35, just six years younger than his mother, so it certainly wasn't love. But what on earth could it be?

*****

Lance woke up the next day feeling weirdly happy and eager. Unlike most mornings, he could remember what he dreamed last night. It was all about Cara, the beautiful woman whom he had a secret crush on. The intensity of this crush increased by leaps and bounds the more he saw her. Today, he was feeling the need to see her again. That need you get when you've had a hurried glimpse or taste of something. Now, he was beginning to wonder if her eyes were blue or green.

"Hello sleepyhead," his mother hailed as she walked past. "Thought I'd catch you in bed. Breakfast's ready!"

"Morning, Mom," he murmured as he stepped out of his room. He followed her and went to the sitting room, while she stopped at the dining. There, he slumped down on a sofa and turned on the TV.

"Won't you eat your breakfast?"

"In a minute," he called back.

"What! Get your lazy ass over here, boy. Don't want you lacking those important vitamins."

He grumbled all the way as he went off to brush his teeth and on his return, managed to drag his feet to the table and settled on a chair. But seeing the green peppers, his mind flashed to Cara.

"Hey Mom, how's Lisa doing? Need me to go find out? I'm heading that way."

"Oh don't worry about it. She j... well, if you wanna check up on them, that's great."

He nodded enthusiastically and proceeded to attack the food, unaware of his mother's suspicious stare. Carol wondered what had gotten into her son today. He had never before offered to run an errand with such ease.

*****

"Hi Lance. How're you?", Cara asked with a forced smile on her face as she opened her door to see her friend's son. She was doing her best to avoid his eyes.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Holden. Mom asked me to find out how Lisa's doing. Uh.. how's she doing?"

"But she's already asked after Lisa just an hour ago," Cara said, looking at his face for the first time. But seeing the embarrassment there, she quickly moved to salvage the situation. "A.. Anyways, she's doing good. She's spending a few days at my sister's. Do you wanna come in?"

"No, not really. Just umm.. wanted to know how Lisa's doing."

"Thanks for the concern, Lance. I really appreciate it."

With a stiff smile and respectful nod, Lance turned around and walked away. By the time he got to his car, he had forgotten if those eyes were green or blue. Did he even remember to look?

*****

Every day for the next few days, Lance just could not stop thinking about Cara. He didn't bother asking himself why he thought of her, he simply just went on thinking of nothing but her. He was attracted to her in a way he couldn't explain and it felt natural to him, more natural as the days passed by.

The need to see her was growing again within him, but he knew that making another appearance at her door so soon after his last visit would surely be cause for suspicion, especially after what had happened the last time. He still blushed when he thought of how he made a big fool of himself that day. In the future, he would pay visits in his own name instead of his mother's.

It was evening and the birthday party of a close friend had just come to an end. Some attendees were leaving while others were staying behind to continue the festivities in their own way. Lance was one of the former and an old classmate, Terry, had suddenly decided to stick close to him. He was bent on saving his cab fare and wanted Lance to be his driver, but Lance would not hear of it.

"Too far out of my way, man," he complained.

"Come on, Lance. Do a friend a favour. What's a few miles to a rich kid like you?"

"Means as much to me as it does to a cabman. We both use gas."

"Which your rich mom pays for. Stop being a hardheaded, satanic, wicked idiot. If I were a sexy girl, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You'd be all 'Hi angel, can I give you a lift?' and I'll be like 'Umm.. okay.'"

"But unfortunately, you're not a girl and worse still, you ain't helping your case by calling me names," he shot back as he got into his car.

But just as he turned the key in the ignition, Terry jumped in beside him.

"I'm not going your way, Terr," he sighed and turned off the ignition.

"Oh yes, you are. Or we'll be staying here all day."

Lance shook his head in frustration. Terry was right. The sooner he started, the sooner he'd get rid of him. He had an appointment to keep for a high-staked card game with his neighbor and arriving late would give the idiot a chance to gloat.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth as he turned on the ignition again. "You owe me!"

**

As they approached Terry's area, Lance suddenly remembered that Cara's house was just a few blocks away. There would be no harm in stopping by to say 'Hi'. Since he was just passing by, it wouldn't attract as much suspicion and he could always ask after Lisa as a last resort. Yes, he would do it.

With confidence and urgency that seemed to his friend as generosity, he drove all the way to Terry's house and dropped him in front of it. Not bothering to respond to questions of whether he'd be present for the party next week where there'd be a lot of 'hot girls', Lance backed the car out of the area and made straight for Cara's home. He didn't even mind the shouts from Terry and the subsequent hit of a pebble on his side mirror. He was that determined.

**

The confidence that had powered him all the way to Cara's place was beginning to decline as he parked in her driveway. He was beginning to sweat and his hands were shaking like a junkie who'd missed his fix. And he wasn't even at the door yet! He had half the mind to just call the whole thing off and head to his neighbor's, but the thought that Cara might have heard or even seen his car in her driveway gave him no choice but to step out of the car.

He took a deep breath and walked carefully toward the front door like someone learning to walk for the first time in his life. He wondered why he was so apprehensive. He'd been here before for Christ's sake! But no matter how many times he told that to himself, it still was not helping.

At the front door, he dried his wet palms on his jeans for the upteenth time and brought his hand up to knock. Though his hand made contact with the wood, the first knock was soundless. He tried again and it produced a tiny sound. With shaking hands, he tried for the third time and something that resembled the sound of an actual knock was produced. Immediately, he heard Cara's shout of 'Coming!' from somewhere inside the house. That was when he realized that he had forgotten what he was going to say.

With a frantically beating heart, he racked his brain for the missing memory. Had he even planned anything sensible to say? He turned around and thought about running back to his car and speeding off before she would get to the door. But what if he got caught mid-race? No, he would face it like a man. By the way, what was there to be scared about? If nothing else came to mind, he would simply ask after Lisa and then leave. Yes, asking after Lisa.. that was the escape hatch.

Just then, the door opened behind him and with asking-after-Lisa inspired confidence, he whirled round to face her. But just as he opened his mouth to voice the words, his brain registered what his eyes had just seen. With his mouth still hanging open, he stared at the bathrobe-clad Cara, her luxurious curls wet and falling over her shoulders. Her delicate neck and upper chest were bare for him to see. The way her breasts pushed out the robe like mounds of treasure under a cover-cloth made him shudder in pleasure.

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