“Are they good to you, Mom?” she asked.
I thought about it. I hadn’t known them for very long but… “I think they will be.”
She grabbed me, pulling me in for a hug. “Then that is all that matters,” she whispered.
Tears pricked my eyes. She pulled away and looked at me seriously again. “Now, if you’re the one with two hotties chasing you, then why are we shopping for me? You’re the one we should be dressing up.”
Jill jumped up, clapping her hands together and squealing happily. “Yes! I have been wanting to dress up your curves for years now!”
I tried to shake my head and plant my feet, but they were having none of that. They dragged me from store to store, making me try on things I never would have tried myself. After trying on their choices, I finally conceded that maybe they were on to something. I looked in the mirror and was shocked at what I saw staring back at me.
They had forced me to try on a form-fitting black strappy dress. The back was completely open, dipping down until it reached just above my bottom. The front of the dress had a swooping neckline and built-in cups for the girls that kept them from sagging too much. Paired with nude pumps Jill made me shove my feet into, I was looking hot.
I purchased the dresses and heels, along with some skimpy thongs Jill strong-armed me into getting.
I hugged Lindsey before she got in her Uber with a promise to text me when she got back to her dorm. Then I looked at Jill and had the overwhelming urge to hug her too.
“Thank you for listening to me and not judging. I promise to not keep anything from you again,” I assured her.
She pulled back and pointed at me. “Make sure that you don’t. Remember, whatever you decide to do with those hunks, I’ll support you no matter what.”
I truly didn’t deserve this girl.
After starting my car, I headed home. I felt better than I had in days. I didn’t know what I was thinking trying to keep all my feelings bottled up.
The drive home was shorter than I expected. As I pulled into my spot, I smiled to myself, wondering if the boys were home. Should I knock on their door and give them my answer tonight?
As I brought all my bags with me inside, I figured I should wait. Maybe make them sweat it out for a couple of days. I was thinking when I said yes I should wear one of the knockout dresses I just bought.
Smiling to myself, I made my plan. As I made it through my front door, I decided I would wait until tomorrow evening to go see them. I had to be up early for work in the morning, and I had a feeling the boys would want to take their time with me. I would go to them straight after work tomorrow.
Decision made, I settled in for the rest of the night, daydreaming about what was to come.
Chapter Nine
I awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. I looked around wildly, clearing the haze left behind by sleep. Spying the clock next to my bed, I read the time and lay back down with a huff.
It was only two in the morning. I had only just fallen asleep a couple of hours prior, unable to get comfortable. I had shed my PJs to see if it would help. Sleeping nude always seemed to do the trick. I was uncomfortable, but I was mostly giddy about talking to the boys.
Once I had decided to say yes, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. It had been from pure exhaustion that I had even fallen asleep at all. Now I was just annoyed that I had woken up. I looked around, trying to figure out what had woken me.
I shifted my legs under the blankets and then I felt it. I let my hand snake under the sheet, pressing it right on my throbbing sex, the pressure ripping a deep groan from my chest.
I was so aroused and aching. In a flash, I remembered the dream. It must have gotten so intense that it woke me up from a dead sleep. Grasping at the thread that would lead me back, my hand started to rub in slow circles as I brought the dream back.
Heath was on top of me, kissing me with a mighty passion. He was gloriously nude with his big cock poised at my opening. I gasped at the fantasy before I opened my eyes long enough to reach into the top drawer on my nightstand.
Though I didn’t use it often, my vibrator had been the only man I relied on to bring me pleasure for years. I clicked it on and placed it on my needy nub. The steady hum filled the room, and I moaned my pleasure. Recalling the dream, I envisioned Heath as he grabbed his cock and rubbed himself through my wetness. I ramped up the vibrations and pushed down harder on my clit. I was working myself up into such a frenzy, and I couldn’t be quiet as I mewled out loud.
I closed my eyes and remembered looking down between us as Heath grasped himself with a tight fist. He slid it from his bulbous head, down to the base of his shaft. Just watching him play with himself in my mind’s eye was enough to make me moan again.
He looked down with hooded eyes and started to thrust himself inside of me. I could feel my muscles tightening as I got ready to come. Heath started to say something deliciously dirty. But when he opened his mouth, all I heard was a distant pounding. He seemed confused, opening his mouth to try again. Again, the pounding came, only getting louder this time.
My eyes flew open as I realized the pounding was actually happening. I threw the blanket off of me, tossing my vibrator to the bed before grabbing my robe.
I tied a hasty knot around my waist and bolted to my front door. Panic replaced my excitement. My first thought was that it was Lindsey trying to get into my apartment because something had happened. I almost slammed into the door in my rush to get there. My hair flew back from my face as I threw it open, but the eyes I found waiting weren’t those of my daughter.
Instead, I found myself staring at a very pissed-off, black-haired, Greek god of a neighbor of mine. A very pissed-off and shirtless neighbor.