No time to dress. I kicked the swimtrunks into the corner and climbed on top of the end table behind the door, still holding the soiled bra. Please do...'t let her look behind the door... "Allen?" Mom poked her head in the room and I held my breath.Lightning flashed close outside the window."What the--?" my mother frowned at the shadow of my head and shoulders that the lightning cast above and behind the door.She stepped further in and swung the door and... her jaw dropped at her naked son. She thought that I felt bad about what she said, but I had different plan in my mind. The moment I sat on the other side, she started saying, “Please don’t feel bad. Ok come near and do whatever you feel like” I said, “It’s ok.” And saying that raised my leg and kept on her chair in between her legs. She was wearing a short skirt, so I didn’t have any problem keeping it in between her bare legs.She then understood why I sat there. She smiled and pulled her chair near the table. I got the signal. Did that matter?“Fuck,” he repeated, less fiercely this time.He hated jealousy. It was poison. It never brought anything but pain, and it ran completely against everything he thought love should be. Jealousy was the desire for control. It was the antithesis of love. It always came from wants or expectations that were full of problems.So what was his problem?As soon as he asked himself the question, it was obvious, and just made him mad at himself.He wished it was him in there with her.He rolled. About the other day. I didn't mean to offend you." You didn't offend me. I was just shocked." "Oh. Well, you hurried out of my room so quick and left before I was awake. I thought I'd pissed you off." She looks away quickly. Her cheeks turn pink. Before I can say more, her arms are around my neck. Her soft, full lips hungrily kissing mine. My hands caress her waist. Pulling up on her shirt. Her hands fumbling for my belt buckle to come undone. And to undo the button. In my boxers, I pick her.