“Jesus…” Loman swayed a little as he breathed heavily, his cock going soft and pliable in Michelle’s hand, even as she rubbed her thumb up and down its length. The odd thing was, she didn’t feel guilty. Not at all. She felt liberated, her mind clear for the first time in a long time.
As she thought about Derek, thought about making love to him when he got home; softly, gently; she did so with a kind of benevolence. He had been a good husband, despite his failings, and perhaps that was what marriage was about. You had to accept that nobody is perfect. Derek wasn’t and she certainly wasn’t. But they matched well. Perhaps there would always be a part of her that craved this. A part that craved uncomplicated, wild, taboo sex. It had happened before and it was likely to happen again. That she’d never tell Derek about it was just another imperfection that he would have to live with.
“You’re adorable,” she said, letting go of Loman’s cock and sliding his Santa trousers back up to his waist. “And very sexy.”
“Will we have a next time?”
Michelle shrugged. “I’m going to get dressed now, then I’m going to shower and go back to bed. On my own. You can do whatever you want to do, there’s plenty of food in the fridge. I want you to stay though. You promised you’d spend tomorrow with me.”
“Sure.” Loman nodded. “If I’m still welcome I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’ll always be welcome.”
With that she stood, pulling the pyjama bottoms back up over her legs, wrapped the torn pyjama top around her cooling torso, ignoring the stickiness over her chest and stomach, and stood on tiptoes to kiss him. His lips were hot, excited, and he opened immediately, trying to push his tongue into her mouth, but she pulled away, meeting his eyes as she stepped back, then turned and sauntered toward the staircase, breathing easily as she headed back to her bedroom.
As soon as the first grey light of morning hit her bedroom window, it roused Michelle from her sleep. She forced her eyes open even as she pulled the duvet closer around her shoulders. Part of her wanted nothing other than to stay in bed for another hour, maybe two, then to head downstairs and cook something greasy and fattening for breakfast.
The other part – the larger, stronger part – wanted to hear her daughter’s voice.
She reached a hand out from the warmth of the bed and grabbed the phone off the nightstand, unlocking it with her thumb and bringing up the text message from Sarah.
Mom, I know this doesn’t mean much, but I’m sorry. I was in a bad place, but that’s no excuse. I wish I hadn’t hurt you like that. I wish I could go back and change things but I can’t, and that makes me so sad. Tell dad I’m sorry. No excuses this time. I’m sorry.
Michelle blinked away tears as she clicked on Sarah’s number and brought the phone to her ear. Her heart thundered. She had no idea what she was going to say, but she had to-
“I love you, Sarah. I never stopped loving you.”
There was a pause. Sarah’s breath was heavy on the other end, and she had sounded groggy when she answered. Michelle reasoned that she’d probably woken her up. Should she say something else? A moment more went by, then:
“I love you too, Mom. I’m so sorry-”
“It doesn’t matter. I forgive you. Nobody’s perfect, we all make mistakes. I know you’re a good person. I never should have pushed you away like that. I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out of her mouth without warning. She was desperate for Sarah to know that it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
Sarah heaved a breath, her voice cracking. “Thank you. That’s the best Christmas present.” There was another voice in the background, muttering soothing words, and the line crackled before Sarah’s muffled voice came through: “I’m all right. I’m OK, Val, really.” More crackling. “Mom, maybe we could meet up sometime this week? I’ll buy you coffee. I mean, if you want to…?”
“Is that Valerie in the background?”
Sarah laughed. “Yeah. It’s Val now though.”
“I’m glad you had her through all this. Really. Why don’t you both come over here today? I’ll make us dinner. Unless you have other plans.”
A pause, then a deep breath. “What about Dad?”
“He’s not here. And frankly I don’t care what he thinks.”
“OK…is everything all right between the two of you?”
Michelle laughed. “I love your father, but like I said, nobody’s perfect. He’ll forgive you for the trouble you caused, if not now then in time. The fact you’ve matured enough to admit you were wrong should count for something. Of course, it might take you longer to forgive him…”
“I’m only worried about Val. I don’t want her upset.”
“If he won’t accept that you’re with Val then that’s his problem, I won’t let it stop me from seeing my daughter. If he upsets your girlfriend he’ll have me to answer to. Please say you’ll come to Christmas dinner.”
“OK.” Sarah laughed. “OK, I’d love to.” More chatter in the background, then, “We’d love to.”
“Good. Good! I’m so relieved. Everything else is water under the bridge as far as I’m concerned. I love you, Sarah. Oh, there’s one more thing, something I’ve got to tell you…”
“OK. What is it?”
Michelle glanced over at her door, still left ajar. She hadn’t seen Loman go by, and a small smile creased her lips as she thought of him worn out and satisfied on the other side of the wall.
“You have an uncle. I think you’ll like him. He’ll be here too.”
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