Straight Male / 36
All Grown Up Pt1
5 years ago I dated a woman for about a year. Things didn't work out, she had severe jealousy issues and I thought she was way too crazy for me.
She was a beautiful woman, she had 3 awesome kids. 2 boys who were 15 and 19, and a daughter who was 13 at the time. The boys were goofballs and were always cracking jokes and cutting up, and her daughter was a typical 13 year old girl. She was getting into makeup and doing her hair and nails.
Never did I think anything sexual about the little girl back then. Didn't even realize until later that she flirted with me all the time. Innocent flirting, a little push, rubbing against me in passing, trying on different outfits and asking me what I thought...
Their mom and I parted ways, but her kids all had me on their Facebook. The boys both moved on with their lives and forgot about me, but every so often she would message me and ask how I was, and tell me all about her high-school friends and all.
One night a few months ago, I heard my phone ding. I walked across my shop to the workbench where my phone was plugged in and there was a message from this young lady. "Hey, can you come get me? I need help" so I called her, and when she answered I couldn't hear what she was saying. Sounded like she was in a crowd of screaming people. She hung up after a few seconds and sent me an address. Told me to be ready for trouble, so I grabbed my pistol and a couple extra mags and headed to my truck.
I had no idea where the address was, so I put it in my phone and realized that it was over an hour away, but the girl said she needed help and I wasn't about to abandon her.
When I pulled up at the apartment complex, there were people everywhere. Scantily clad teens all fucked up on God knows what, guys fist fighting across the parking lot, and a mixture of loud music and even louder drunkards.
I sent her a message saying that I was there, and she said that she was on her way out. I hadn't even seen where she came from when she knocked on the passenger side window of my truck.
"Hey, thank you so much for coming get me!" She exclaimed as she climbed in. I asked her what was going on, and she proceeded to tell me how these guys were trying to pressure her to get drunk and do other substances with them, but she wasn't into that sort of thing and they threatened her. I assured her that she was safe now, and put my pistol back in its holster, thankful that there wasn't a need for it.
As we were driving back, she and I caught up a bit and she seemed to be enjoying the conversation because every time I glanced over, she was looking at me.
We were about 15 minutes outside of where her mom had lived, and I asked if that's where she was going. "Oh no, if I showed up there at this time of night, mom would kill me!" "Okay, so where am I dropping you off?" "Ummm... do you mind if I just crash at your house tonight?" She asked with a pout.
Pulling back up my driveway, she was recalling the way it used to look and complimenting me on all the improvements I had made over the last 5 years. "Wow, look at your shop! It's 4 times bigger than it used to be!" She tooted as I opened the door.
We went in and she had to go see all of my projects, and I headed over to my man cave where I grabbed a bottle of water and offered her something to drink. She wanted one as well, and I noticed she was staring at me. "Do I have something on my face?" I asked, grabbing for a shop rag to wipe it. "No, you're just even better looking than I remember." She complimented, reaching up to run her fingers through my beard.
"Do you remember when you were with my mom and I was always flirting with you?" She asked.
"Flirting with me? Not exactly how I remember it "
"I used to put on leggings and wear my short skits trying to get you to notice me." She explained as she turned a shade of red from blushing.
"You were just a kid." I immediately reminded her
"Yea, a kid with a huge crush on you!" She admitted
"That's probably why your mom was always acting so crazy, she was so jealous!"
"Yea she was, I guess she wasn't as crazy as you thought."
"Evidently not..." I replied nervously
She sat down on a barstool, and began telling me how she used to be so jealous of her mom. "I remember hearing her moaning from the bedroom, and I used to imagine how it must have felt for her. Do you still have those shorts?"
"What shorts?"
"You know, the thin Grey ones you would wear when you were making coffee in the mornings."
"Oh god, those shorts!"
"I remember coming in there in the morning after getting dressed for school, and seeing the outline of your dick through them."
I couldn't even remember wearing those in front of her, but evidently she remembered them well.
"You used to look at my dick through my shorts? You were what, 13? Holy shit, I'm sorry." I apologized
"Sorry for what? Making a young woman fantasize about you?"
She was a beautiful woman, she had 3 awesome kids. 2 boys who were 15 and 19, and a daughter who was 13 at the time. The boys were goofballs and were always cracking jokes and cutting up, and her daughter was a typical 13 year old girl. She was getting into makeup and doing her hair and nails.
Never did I think anything sexual about the little girl back then. Didn't even realize until later that she flirted with me all the time. Innocent flirting, a little push, rubbing against me in passing, trying on different outfits and asking me what I thought...
Their mom and I parted ways, but her kids all had me on their Facebook. The boys both moved on with their lives and forgot about me, but every so often she would message me and ask how I was, and tell me all about her high-school friends and all.
One night a few months ago, I heard my phone ding. I walked across my shop to the workbench where my phone was plugged in and there was a message from this young lady. "Hey, can you come get me? I need help" so I called her, and when she answered I couldn't hear what she was saying. Sounded like she was in a crowd of screaming people. She hung up after a few seconds and sent me an address. Told me to be ready for trouble, so I grabbed my pistol and a couple extra mags and headed to my truck.
I had no idea where the address was, so I put it in my phone and realized that it was over an hour away, but the girl said she needed help and I wasn't about to abandon her.
When I pulled up at the apartment complex, there were people everywhere. Scantily clad teens all fucked up on God knows what, guys fist fighting across the parking lot, and a mixture of loud music and even louder drunkards.
I sent her a message saying that I was there, and she said that she was on her way out. I hadn't even seen where she came from when she knocked on the passenger side window of my truck.
"Hey, thank you so much for coming get me!" She exclaimed as she climbed in. I asked her what was going on, and she proceeded to tell me how these guys were trying to pressure her to get drunk and do other substances with them, but she wasn't into that sort of thing and they threatened her. I assured her that she was safe now, and put my pistol back in its holster, thankful that there wasn't a need for it.
As we were driving back, she and I caught up a bit and she seemed to be enjoying the conversation because every time I glanced over, she was looking at me.
We were about 15 minutes outside of where her mom had lived, and I asked if that's where she was going. "Oh no, if I showed up there at this time of night, mom would kill me!" "Okay, so where am I dropping you off?" "Ummm... do you mind if I just crash at your house tonight?" She asked with a pout.
Pulling back up my driveway, she was recalling the way it used to look and complimenting me on all the improvements I had made over the last 5 years. "Wow, look at your shop! It's 4 times bigger than it used to be!" She tooted as I opened the door.
We went in and she had to go see all of my projects, and I headed over to my man cave where I grabbed a bottle of water and offered her something to drink. She wanted one as well, and I noticed she was staring at me. "Do I have something on my face?" I asked, grabbing for a shop rag to wipe it. "No, you're just even better looking than I remember." She complimented, reaching up to run her fingers through my beard.
"Do you remember when you were with my mom and I was always flirting with you?" She asked.
"Flirting with me? Not exactly how I remember it "
"I used to put on leggings and wear my short skits trying to get you to notice me." She explained as she turned a shade of red from blushing.
"You were just a kid." I immediately reminded her
"Yea, a kid with a huge crush on you!" She admitted
"That's probably why your mom was always acting so crazy, she was so jealous!"
"Yea she was, I guess she wasn't as crazy as you thought."
"Evidently not..." I replied nervously
She sat down on a barstool, and began telling me how she used to be so jealous of her mom. "I remember hearing her moaning from the bedroom, and I used to imagine how it must have felt for her. Do you still have those shorts?"
"What shorts?"
"You know, the thin Grey ones you would wear when you were making coffee in the mornings."
"Oh god, those shorts!"
"I remember coming in there in the morning after getting dressed for school, and seeing the outline of your dick through them."
I couldn't even remember wearing those in front of her, but evidently she remembered them well.
"You used to look at my dick through my shorts? You were what, 13? Holy shit, I'm sorry." I apologized
"Sorry for what? Making a young woman fantasize about you?"
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