us alone, my mom grabs one of the new books I brought her and opens it in her lap.
“What exactly did you mean by that last comment?” I push.
“Which one? The one where I told Dwayne to rest up for our next session so he didn’t tire so quickly?” I growl and she giggles. God, she loves tormenting me. “Calm down.”
“What would Dad say about you flirting so much?”
“Your father knew I was a flirt the day he met me, and in fifty years together he never tried to change it.” Her smile falls only slightly as she remembers him. “I think it was one of the things he loved most about me. Only because it gave him a chance to show off.” She closes her eyes for a second as if having a fond memory before she sighs and opens them again. “I know my son better than I know anyone else on this earth. Better than your father even. This woman is important to you, and I’d like to meet her.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? You’re going to agree so easily?” She looks surprised but delighted.
“Okay, yes. She is important to me and I want you to meet her.”
“Ask her to bring me some books. The ones she’s added to the list have been wonderful.”
“You really are shameless.”
“Nothing good in life comes without asking.” She looks back down at her book and takes a sip of her tea while she reads.
“Do you want me to bring dinner by tonight?” I ask as I stand up and grab my keys.
“No thanks. Mrs. Roberts is bringing some of the girls over and we’re going to watch a dirty movie.”
“Oh god.” I bury my face in my hands and I hear her laugh.
“If you don’t want to know the answer to questions, you really should stop asking them.”
“Okay, I’m leaving now.”
“Have fun tonight,” she calls to my back, and I tell her I love her.
When I get into the truck, I go straight to the flower shop and pick up a ready-made bouquet. Then I swing by the grocery store and get some of the snacks I know are Barbie’s favorites. After hours of discussing exactly what candy we do and don’t like, I know exactly what to get without hesitating.
After I’ve got my little snack bag and flowers together, I drive to the bookstore and try to think of what to do. I can see through the window she’s got several customers in her shop and I don’t want to disturb her day. If I go in there I’m afraid I won’t be able to take my hands off her and so I sit in my truck and watch her.
I don’t know how long I’m there for, but it feels like hours. I watch her smile to the people that come up to the counter and talk excitedly with women as she helps them select books. There’s even a few instances with the kids where she’s reading to them, and god, it makes my chest tight. Why do I have all these feelings so suddenly and fast with her? It’s like I’ve been hit by my own truck and now I’m left forever altered by her.
At one point she’s talking with Kayla at her desk and they’re leaning in close. I wonder if she’s telling her about me? Would she talk about our spectacular night together on the floor of her bookstore? Or would she tell her about this morning and all the dirty things we did?
Thoughts of her on top of me with her primed pussy aching for me to enter are too much. I hurt with need for her and I don’t know how long I can wait. I grab the flowers and bag of snacks and sneak out of my truck to the back of her building. The lock is still there so that makes me feel better, and she gave me the extra key that came with the set just in case. I take it out and use it to quietly slide into the back of the store where she keeps boxes and storage stuff.
As soon as the door closes behind me I see Barbie coming my way. Perfect.
It’s dark back here but I don’t need long. When she opens the storage door and sees me standing there she’s surprised and then her face lights up.
“Shaw!” she calls before she comes running into my arms. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to make sure you had something to eat.” I