1. The Neiborliness of Andrea Williams


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    on,” Andrea insisted, pulling back a chair from the kitchen table and flashing him a big smile. “Just like old times.” “Well…okay,” he said, although in a very tentative voice. “Do you drink coffee?” Andrea asked this question after her husband and kids made their noisy departure and the house was quiet now and Brandon was sitting at the table with a fresh slice of apple pie before him. Steam rose steadily from the pie as he waited for it to cool. “Yes,” he said. “With cream.” “Brandon Johns drinking coffee,” Andrea said amusedly as she poured some into a cup. “You are getting to be quite the young man. But I suppose you’re getting tired of hearing that all the time.” She then joined him at the table with a slice of pie herself—a very slender one, since she was going to take off on her run shortly. “Brandon, we used to be best buds, but I hardly see you anymore.” She paused after taking a bite of pie, wincing because it was still really too hot to eat. “I guess our lives get busier as we get older, huh?” When he didn’t respond, Andrea looked up at him and was shocked to see tears in his eyes. “Brandon! What’s the matter?” “I…” he started to say, but his voice faltered. Andrea pulled her chair next to his and put her arms around the boy’s shoulders. “Brandon, what is it? Tell me. We’re buds, remember?” Tears were flowing down the boy’s cheeks by now. His body trembled in her arms. Between sobs, the boy spoke. “I…seeing…Mr. Williams…with Jeremy and Megan…going places…I miss my ...
    dad.…” Andrea’s mouth dropped. She had always wondered what effect the divorce of the boy’s parents had on him. As far as she was always able to tell, it had had no effect. At least, he never outwardly expressed any emotional damage. But of course, outward expressions mean nothing! “Why did he have to leave us!?” the boy cried. Scooting closer to the teen, Andrea hugged him tighter. “You poor guy,” she said. “I know it must be hard on you.” She wiped his tears with her fingers. He leaned over and buried his face on her shoulder and cried. Your mother cried on my shoulder like this when it first happened, she thought. Now it’s your turn. Andrea did not know what else to say. What could she say? Doing the only thing her instinct told her, she gently kissed the boy’s cheek, tasting his tears. She hugged him tighter still. “It’s okay, Brandon. It’s okay to cry.” The boy lifted his head, shook it, and then landed it on Andrea’s other shoulder. Their mouths brushed as he did this. Andrea now kissed his other cheek tenderly. As he cried, he leaned into her. The pressure of this caused Andrea’s chair to push out from beneath her. She would have fallen to the floor had she not been holding onto him, hugging him, his shoulders now supporting her. When she slipped, their mouths lightly brushed a second time and then, as she attempted to press her cheek to his, the boy’s head twisted suddenly and their mouths again touched quite by chance. Andrea quickly averted this contact but it was ...
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