Behind Closed Doors

It might have started out light, but It hadn’t taken long at all before their kissing had developed into something more. It had begun as just a quick little kiss, not their first but sweet all the same, but before he had known it, he had had her shirt up over her head, her bra soon joining it in tandem on the floor, his small delicate hands guided by hers, both of them eager for him to start exploring the sensuous curves of her body.

It had been euphoric, the warmth and softness spreading under his fingertips as he had groped and squeezed her, needing to feel her in his hand, his confidence building as he wanted more and more, cupping and freely playing with the swell of her breasts, much to her delight.

As they kissed, his hand firmly pressing against her chest he felt her hand move down the front of his pants, tracing the smooth line of his feminine figure until it had come to his cock.

He had moaned into the kiss, eager as he had felt her fingers close around his cock, her hand finding it hard and giving it a few small quick strokes.

She had broken the kiss then, sitting up, Alex had looked across at her, a soft blush on his feminine features as their eyes met, hers searching for a moment before she spoke, her voice sounding a little cold.

“Did you hear that?” She asked, but he shook his head, he hadn’t heard anything.

He bit his lip, concerned and a little disappointed when her hand left the tightness of his pants and she stood, stepping away towards the drawers on top of which she had placed her phone.

“What is it?” Alex asked softly, his eyes looking at her with concern as she picked up her phone, unlocking it and scrolling through its contents.

“I swore I heard it buzz…” She said, hesitating for a few long moments, her gaze flickering from the screen to him.

“I-is everything…” he started, but she cut him off, hurrying over to collect her bra.

“It’s my parents… They texted me to let me know they have to come back, you can’t be here when they get back.” She said hurriedly and, without any reason to doubt the love of his life, he nodded, eyes wide as he sprung to his feet.

Still dressed it had taken him virtually no time at all to get himself ready, shuffling his coat on over his narrow shoulders and pulling on his shoes.

She had seemed keen to get him out of the house as soon as possible and he hadn’t resisted, finding himself torn from the warmth of her almost nude embrace into the bracing cold of the night air in less than five minutes.

He had been hurried out so quickly that when he turned to the door to kiss her goodbye, he had only been met by the approaching swing of the heavy door which swung shut with an air of finality.

He had sighed and, head down against the biting chill of the night air, had made his way home walking through the familiar streets illuminated only by the occasional street light.

When he returned home, feeling more than a little dejected, he had stripped himself of his coat and shoes, leaving both by the door before moving through to the sitting room, giving the room and attached kitchen a sparing glance to check for his mom before settling down on the sofa with a little sigh, curling his legs up under him.

A night alone at home wasn’t quite what he had been expecting and was a far cry from where he had been just a short while ago, in the soft enticing embrace on his beloved girlfriend, about to, he hoped, if not lose his virginity, at least go down on a girl and maybe get something in return too.

Nevertheless desperate to talk to her he pulled his smartphone from his pocket, putting in the little pattern he used to unlock it before checking for messages.

Alex smiled a little, his longbow lips drawing up in a gorgeous little line as he saw a notification from her already, and without knowing the path it was about to set him down, he opened and read the message.

“Alex, you’re really really sweet and I’m sure you’re going to meet someone perfect for you sometime, but you’re really just way too small for me. I knew you were a little girly and I thought that was super cute but a relationship needs to be more than that, I need a physical connection and I just don’t think I can have that with you, you’re just too pathetically small. Bye Alex.”

He hadn’t responded, he hadn’t needed to. The little ‘seen’ icon that would pop up the message for her would be all the response she would need from him to know he knew it was over.

He’d sat stunned for minutes, the phone dimming then locking in his hand, left completely shocked by what he had read. He wanted to unlock his phone, to read it again to be sure he hadn’t misunderstood, but his fingers wouldn’t move.

The phone clattered to the floor and Alex scooped up a cushion, bringing his knees high up to his chest and sandwiching the plush fabriced cushion between his face and his knees, his chest rising and falling erratically as, with no other way to react, he began to cry.

Jenna had been upstairs enjoying the peace and quiet of a house without her effeminate darling son with a luxurious hot bath, scented candles and more than one glass of white wine when she had, to her surprise, heard the door.

With no one else in the picture for her it could only have been Alex returning and, a little annoyed, she had let out a little bit of a sigh. While she adored her son to no end, she had been looking forward to a little bit of a break from having to control herself around him.

She had continued to relax in the bath, assuring herself that she wouldn’t be needed at least until the water ran tepid and was content to enjoy this little slice of peace, but the unmistakable sound of his crying reached her, even through the bathroom door and the pillow she knew he was doubtless clutching.

Biting her lip and with a little grunt of effort she lifted herself from the bath, her arms tired and heavy from what had been the penetrating heat of the scented waters, whose comfort she now left behind to be greeted by the steamy air of the bathroom, pleasant, but not nearly as pleasant as her bath had been.

Stepping carefully as not to slip she moved to switch the bathroom light on, the sudden iridescent light permeating every nook and cranny of the room serving to sweep away the last remnants of the warm relaxing atmosphere she had created with the candles low flickering light.

She caught a general outline of her figure in the steamed up mirror, unable to make out any detail as she picked up a thick white towel, patting down her fair skin in a hurried way, not being as thorough as she often would be, wanting instead to find out what had upset her son, though she had a pretty good idea.

After drying herself she glanced down at her body, twisting her wide hips this way and that to see if there were any glistening beads of water she might have missed on her impressive curves and swinging cock, but seeing none she set the towel down, scooping up instead a comfortable robe which she pulled on over her shoulders, feeling the fabric wrap around her like a well-deserved hug.

Her breasts, full and soft, felt uncomfortable without the support of a bra, but not wanting to go through the bother of finding and putting one on she opted instead to tie the bathrobes cord a little a higher under her bust, pushing it up and presenting a few inches of cleavage. Not that she was trying to look alluring, but with a bust as impressive as Jenna’s, there are few things you can wear without displaying your gifts just a little bit.

Blowing out her candles and finishing her wine she padded from the bathroom, opting to clear away the clutter later. She moved to the stairs and with one hand on the railing glided quietly downstairs, the carpet muting her approach.

“Alex sweetie?” She asked lightly, scanning the room as she entered with her hazel eyes, her gaze quickly settling on the small curled up figure of her son, wrapped up in his own arms on the sofa, his phone beside him on the couch, left ignored.

She hesitated, leaning on the doorway briefly and tilting her head, but he didn’t respond to her arrival, didn’t even acknowledge she was there, if he had even actually noticed.

Jenna took in the scene, piecing together the simple clues. He was supposed to be spending the night with his girlfriend, their first night together and, given how flustered he had seemed before going around, likely their first time doing a lot of things. But given his current disposition…

“Oh sweetie…” she said softly as she stepped over, sitting down gently on the couch beside him and slinking an arm around his slender waist.

It took a little persuading, but she was able to divert his curled up form from being wrapped around his cushion to be embracing her instead, his arm draped over her stomach, his head resting on the warm swell of her heavy chest.

She held him gently, consoling him with soft shushes as she gently caressed his long silken hair, waiting for him to calm down a little before she asked the question they both knew was going to come.

It took a little while, but his sobs and shakes slowly ebbed away, leaving him sniffing, breath still ragged as he leaned his head on her, staring off at nothing.

Glancing down at him, her face one of concern she reached down, one delicate finger wiping away one his tears, her touch drawing his attention, his doe-like eyes looking to meet her own.

“What happened, love?” She asked, the question inevitably making his lip quiver, his gaze quickly shifting away from hers once more, his hand clutching at the soft fabric of her robe.

He opened his mouth to speak, but after a moment closed it again, swallowing, “S-she… She…” he whimpered softly and she gave him a gentle reassuring squeeze, “She broke up with me…” he finally managed, though his tone weirdly, seemed a little defensive.

“Oh, honey… I’m sorry,” she said, holding him a little tighter, “I know how badly it hurts.” Which was true, she had had her own fair share of bad breakups back in her youth, before Alex. “Did something happen?”

He swallowed a little and looked away and she knew him well enough to read the flood of embarrassment on his features.

“Hmm?” she said softly, pushing just a little in her curiosity.

He looked up at her for a moment, taking in the soft smile on her full lips, noting how dark her usually vibrant naturally orange hair was, likely still wet from her bath.