My Holiday House Guest (2 page)

“I think you’re
a little overprotective of him. Evan’s more advanced than you give him credit
for.” He pulled me closer to him with the dishtowel still behind my back. “I
think you’re the one who’s uneasy about the flirting here. And I really don’t
know why. Age shouldn’t be an issue at all”

He’s right, age
really wasn’t the issue for me, but I thought it was for my son. It’s always
been just Evan and I after his father left fifteen years ago.  He wasn’t
interested in being a father or a husband anymore. The few times I did date, Evan
sat in the living room giving my dates the evil eye and willing them to leave,
until finally, they did. Evan may be a bit more mature now that he’s in
college, but I definitely detected an attitude when he walked in and saw
Douglas and me talking and laughing together. On the other hand, Douglas was so
appealing and downright sexy, I almost melted being close to him. I knew it
just wouldn’t work out, and I didn’t want to have my heart broken again. The
best way not to get hurt is not to get involved at all, even if it means giving
up a chance with a man that I would otherwise want.

I wiggled out of
the towel embrace.

“Age is the
issue, Douglas. You’re just too young for me, and this shouldn’t progress. And
it’s also hard on Evan. If you’ll excuse me, I have some things to do
upstairs.”

I went up to my
room and called my sister, Barbara. I told her about my latest dilemma.  I had
a young and sexy houseguest for the holiday who was interested in me. She told
me in her carefree way, “Girl, if you don’t want him send him over her, I’ll
take him.”

“This is
serious, Barbara. He’s a college graduate student. I feel very strange getting
involved with someone who is more educated than I am.”

Looking back,
life took a series of turns that kept me from finishing school. First, I had to
drop out of school when I became pregnant with Evan. My boyfriend, Evan’s
father, was my age, unable to support us and too young to marry. Second, I
planned to return to school, but my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. I
moved back home to help take care of her. When she died, I continued to work at
a store as a sales person and cashier. Going back to school never happened.
It’s a decision that still haunts me to this day, but I’m too afraid to do
anything about it now. And it looks like it’s come back to bite me in a way I’d
never imagined.

After a minute
of shared silence Barbara asked, “So what are you going to do? Just let a good
thing walk away without fighting for it.”

Fate had
delivered a handsome young man into my life, someone who could be what I’ve
been looking for all these years, but would he want me when he found out that I
couldn’t read? No, and I was too ashamed and frightened to tell him.

“And Barb, not
only is he educated, he’s a writer and wants to share his work with me. He’s
already given me things he wrote to read. I can’t do it. I have to just push
him off and forget about it,” I said, holding a page of his article in my hand.
I could make out bits and pieces of it, but trying to read it made me feel like
a foreigner who doesn’t understand English%.

Barbara said,
“You can’t think like that, Rav. You’ve got to just trust things will work
themselves out and tell him the truth.”

I cringed when
she said the T word. “I can’t do it. I can’t tell him the truth. I don’t want
him to think I’m stupid or something.”

“He won’t think
you’re stupid. He’ll see your point of view and take it for what it is, the
honest to goodness truth.”

Oh great
there goes that T word again.
We talked a bit longer then I ended the call,
knowing that I wouldn’t tell Douglas the truth.

****

Later that night
Evan went over to a friend’s house. I was in my room about to take a bubble
bath. I needed to let loose some of the pent up tension building up inside me,
knowing there was an attractive and sexy man in my home just out of my reach.

You can look,
Rav, but you can’t touch.
I told myself over and over again. Maybe a bath
would calm me down. Lord knew I needed it.

I was in my
bedroom wearing only a bra and panties when I heard a knock at the door. My
heart jumped.

I frantically
grabbed my robe. “Just a minute.” I put the robe on, and pulled it around my
body, then opened the door. “Yes, Douglas…” I stopped in mid-sentence, greeted
with his firm muscles filling up my doorway. His eyes searched mine, and his
muscles tightened at my appraising glance.

“…I thought you
went out with Evan.”

He boldly
looked at me, from my face down to my waist then up again. I could feel his gaze
softly touch me, the way I longed for his hands to. I felt warm beneath my
robe.

“I wanted to
stay in and relax instead. I just wanted you to know that I was still here,
just in case you needed anything.”

I was caught off
guard when just one thing came to mind that I wanted. I tried to chase the
thought away, hoping he couldn’t read my mind. “Oh, well that’s nice… I mean
you should’ve gone with Evan. I don’t need anything,” I said, looking down,
unable to meet his eyes with my lie.

“Are you sure
about that?”

The questioned
jolted me, literally, and I lost my footing. While trying to right myself, I
reached out to grab hold of the doorknob. The robe fell open revealing my scant
attire underneath.

Thank God, I
was matching today.

I didn’t plan
this, but if I did, this is the underwear set I’d want to be caught in by a
sexy younger man: black lace bra with a matching thong. I felt good and not
afraid to show this young hunk my body, even if I knew I shouldn’t. After all,
he is a friend of my son, even if he’s a few years older than him. He’s out of
my generation, but not out of my dreams.

Douglas reached
out and caught me before I stumbled down any further and righted me on my feet,
my white robe flowing around me.

“Are you okay?
Wow, you look great, Ravon. You are one sexy woman,” he said as he lifted my
chin up and kissed me soulfully. I squirmed at first, but then settled into it
and kissed him back.
What am I doing?
I leaned back, away from him and
pulled my robe around me.

“I’m sorry,
Douglas, I don’t know what came over me. You know we really shouldn’t be doing
this.”

“Why not? We’re
certainly attracted to each other, and I see nothing wrong with it,” he said,
stepping a little closer to me while I backed up inside the room.

“Because you’re
much younger than me. You’re my son’s age.” I was starting to sound like a broken
record.

Instead of
debating, he reached for my hair and ran his fingers through it, twirling it
between his fingers. “You’re a fine woman, and I can tell you like me.”

“Oh you can. Are
you sure?”

“Oh, I’m sure.
You’ve been flirting with me in a round-about way since I got here. And now I
think it’s time for us to get to know each other a little better,” he said,
stepping closer to me again.

“Better? How
much better?” I backed up again.

“I want to
unwrap this beautiful package and enjoy what’s inside,” he whispered inches
away from me as he folded his arms around me in a snug embrace.

He cradled my
back as he pulled me closer to him. I was standing against him with my robe
open in my underwear. I felt his hands explore my back, shoulders, and glide over
my behind. I stood against him and could feel the evidence of his arousal
against my thigh. He was hard and his excitement turned me on even more. His
right hand cupped my left breast and massaged it softly, rubbing my nipple,
which rose up in a bud for him. He reached inside my bra and revealed my bare
breast, tasted my nipple and moaned. I moved my hips to feel his erection more
and was glad that I did. I could tell it would be awesome with him by the way
he touched me. I knew he would be passionate yet gentle. I wanted this man
despite the difference in our ages.

I don’t know how
it happened, but after a few minutes of our hands frantically feeling every
inch of each other, we wound up falling on the bed. At this point, my robe was
off and lying on the floor, as Douglas unhooked my bra with one hand and
reached inside my panties with the other. My bra peeled off, and we rolled from
side to side on the bed with my legs wrapped around him. I reached to pull his
pants off, and he jumped up and tore them off himself. He dived back on the bed
and buried his head between my breasts, cupping them in his hands and sucking
them like he couldn’t get enough of me. It drove me crazy. When I felt his lips
and tongue on my nipples, heat radiated through my body and caused a quivering
in my abdomen. It was like a form of slow, enticing torture that felt good. The
more he suckled me, the hotter I got, until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Please get inside me, Doug. Now,” I moaned, not recognizing my own voice.

He reached in
his pocket and pulled out a condom and quickly rolled it on.  While I marveled
at his preparedness and flawless technique of putting on the condom, he pulled
me on top of him.

“I want you to
do what you want with me first, Ravon. Take me your way, baby.”

When my body
touched his, I could feel my insides turn to liquid silk making his entrance
smooth and inviting. He entered me slowly. I moved my hips to a rhythm I heard
in my head and felt in between my legs, a beat that filled my body and had me quivering
with every centimeter that entered me. Once he was inside me, he pushed my
torso up and held my waist. “Ride me, baby.”

Sitting up, I
took in the view from on top of him and obliged his request. I moved my body
back and forth, up and down, and then ran my hands over his chiseled chest. He
gripped my buttocks with both hands and while riding him I came with a force of
energy rising through my body. I withered back down and lay on top of him still
shaking, when I felt his climax shoot through him. He clutched my bottom and
held my back as he shook under me, releasing an audible sigh of joy. Afterwards
we held each other, then fell asleep in the spooning position with him on the
outside surrounding me under the sheets.

I woke a few
hours later, and saw Douglas had gotten up and gone to the guest room. Then on
the dresser, I saw what looked like torn pages from a spiral notebook. I got up
and saw that Douglas had written me a poem. It was so sweet of him to write a
poem for me. I was touched to see it, but heartbroken because I knew I couldn’t
read it.

****

In the
morning I got up and went straight to my kitchen, and continued preparing the
Thanksgiving dinner. Barbara came over and helped me with the finishing
touches, and we had a lovely dinner that night. The four of us enjoyed our
feast of turkey, stuffing, and an assortment of vegetables—the usual
Thanksgiving meal. Barbara also made her famous potato salad and our Grandma’s
recipe for corn pudding, which brought back warm memories. After dinner, we
watched a movie on DVD.

Barbara
offered to help clean up the kitchen, but I told her it wasn’t necessary and
that she should go since she had to work the next day. After she left, Douglas
helped me wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen.

“So what did you
think about the article and poems I wrote? You haven’t said a word.”

“I really
haven’t had the time to read them,” I said not looking at him, “With cooking
the meal and all, I’ve been very busy.” I continued washing dishes at the sink.

“I find it hard
to believe that after what we’ve shared here that you couldn’t find a few
minutes to read the poems. I wrote them especially for you, Ravon.” I could
hear the pain in his voice. I wished I were invisible. 

Douglas went to
the guest room and came back with a notebook.

“I know you
haven’t read the first poem I wrote for you. I also write poetry. Since we’ve
met, you’ve inspired me to write more of it. I want to share it with you. I’ll
just leave it here for you to read on your own. I’d love to hear what you think
about it. We can discuss it later.” He left the pages on the kitchen table, and
we cleaned up the rest of the dishes in silence.

When we finished
Evan came in and asked Douglas if he wanted to go with him to visit a friend. 
“Sure, I’ll get my jacket and meet you at the car,” he said.

When I heard the
car drive off, I went and sat down at the table and picked up the sheet of
paper. I could hardly make out the first line. I recognized a few short words
but couldn’t put it all together. I felt like a 2
^nd
grader
attempting to read Shakespeare.  I put the paper down as tears streamed down my
face. It was so sweet of him to write something for me, but I couldn’t
understand it. It touched my heart and at the same time upset me. I was elated
Douglas took the time to write something for me, and embarrassed I couldn’t
read it. I felt so ashamed. I wanted to hide under my bed covers. But what
would that accomplish?  All I wanted to do was to hide from him so I wouldn’t
have to lie, and keep stalling about reading the poems, but he kept bringing me
more to read.  I went to bed to make sure I wasn’t up when they came in.

The next morning
Douglas and Evan were up early to get a start on their ride back to school.  I
entered the kitchen with a smile on my face, even though I was sad and sorry
they were going back.  It was good to see my son again, although most of his
time was spent catching up with his friends.  I looked over at Douglas eating
breakfast at the table, and knew that I would miss him too.  I would miss
seeing his warm smile and the feel of his strong arms around me.  While I was
sorry to see him go, part of me was glad to put distance between him and my
secret.  As they prepared to leave I noticed Douglas hadn’t mentioned the
writing, so I didn’t bring it up either. 
Thank God.
But by not
discussing it, I felt like I was walking on egg shells around him, not wanting
to mare our last few moments together.