Lost and Found Chapter 3

Author’s note : Sorry that it took so long to publish the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you enjoyed the previous chapters.

PS: Not much descriptive sex. I’m trying to progress the story line.

On the next morning, I went down to the kitchen to find my mom preparing breakfast. She was humming a familiar tune while cutting up some fruits at the counter. I shuffled to the fridge, poured myself a glass of orange juice and then perked up onto one of the counter seats.

“Morning, dear.” My mom chimed happily.

“Morning.” I replied groggily. “When did you come back?”

“Around seven in the morning.”

I watched her movement. She seemed oddly lighter as she shifted from one side of the counter to the other to grab the olive oil and back. It’s almost like something heavy had been lifted off her body. Not to mention that she was lightly dancing to the tune she was humming.

“Something happened?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” my mom asked innocently.

“You seem…” I paused for a moment as I contemplated the right word. “…happy.”

“I’m always happy.” My mom retorted cheerfully.

“No you are not.” I countered. My mom was never happy. At least not after the divorce. She acted happy for most of the time and when she did seem truly happy, it was because she’s drunk.

“Nonsense. I’m happy all the time.” She shuffled from one foot to another and gave an odd little shrug. A kind of thing she did whenever she was lying or playing down things.

“No. You were never happy unless you are drunk, mom.” I asserted firmly. “But today, you are. So what happened with Paulina?”

“Oh, you know. Paulina and I had a great time last night.” She said nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal.

“You had a great time running on treadmill?” I prodded further.

“Yeah.” My mom choked. “…and trying out her clothes, you know. Girl stuff.”

“Uh huh.” I didn’t buy that. “What model?”

“What?”

“The treadmill.” I might not be able to see her face, but I swore her ears were red right now.

“You won’t know it.” My mom brushed me off and went into the storage room. Possibly to take something out but most probably to hide from my questioning. When she returned some fifteen minutes later, she ignored my inquisitive eyes and went about to prepare the waffle batter.

“Will you be seeing her again?” I asked as my mom placed the pan on the stove.

“Tonight. She wants me to try out some of her newer designs. Give comments and criticisms, that sort of things” She elaborated with indifference, like it was ‘only natural’ ‘that she had to go visit her. I couldn’t help but to think that whatever she would be doing with Paulina, it would involve them both being naked most of the time.

“I’m going out tonight too.” I said.

“Where to?”

“Jason’s.” I lied. I was going to Charlotte’s.

“Oh, right. You two haven’t met each other for like months.”

“Yeah. He was here yesterday while you were busy using the treadmill.” I might have stressed a little too much on the word treadmill as my mom didn’t look happy at my insinuation. She thought of saying something but ended up turning her attention back to the searing hot pan.

“What time will you be back?” my mom asked a little while later, not without some hint of irritation in her voice.

“Not sure. Maybe I will be staying overnight if that’s okay with you.”

“Well, sure. Of course you can. You are eighteen now.”

“What about you?” I asked. “Will you be staying overnight too?”

“Probably.” She said after a noticeable pause. “She does have a lot of dresses for me to try on.”

“Right.” I didn’t buy her hull at all.

Mom turned back and gave me a fowl look.

“What?” I asked defensively.

“Nothing.” She said and went on about with preparing the pancakes.

After breakfast, my mom left for her work. She worked as an accountant for a small time construction firm somewhere in town. The firm only took on light construction jobs for individual business owners. So there was never really much work to do, especially on my mom’s part. All she needed to do was to keep the account balanced and neat so when it was time for tax claim, her boss didn’t have to scratch a hole through his skull trying to find all the receipts that he never really kept. The job didn’t pay much but she only needed to work from nine to five, five days a week.

With her meager salary, she was never able to support me through college. While the college did sponsor my tuition fee and gave me some allowance on a monthly basis, it was never enough to cover the cost of living in a big city. Even a bottle of water cost two fifty five and God forbids if I ever need to ‘hang out’ with my college friends because that’s what college life was supposed to be. With that said, I took many side jobs through an online website and did mostly on programming and circuit designs to make money.

With her gone, I went over to my room and resumed designing the main logic board for a friend at college. His father wanted to make a lighter RC quadrocopter but the boards on the market were simply too bulky for his father’s design. So, he ended up getting me to work on a new board design for his father. Since I didn’t go out much at college anyways, I took up the job as a way to pass time and earn a little extra money for myself.

I was rechecking the connections for possible flaws in the board’s logic design when my phone buzzed. Charlotte had just sent me a message asking me what I would like to eat. I recalled her offer to cook for me yesterday and my lips curved into a giddy smile. I told her that I could and would eat anything she prepared and would want her to surprise me. Of course, being the playful lawyer she truly was, she offered to dish herself up on the bed garnished with whipped cream at specific points on her body. My cock hardened at the lewd suggestion and my brain was suddenly too stupid to come up with a proper response to her advances. Saving me from my perpetual embarrassment, the cheeky woman replied again and told me to come to her house at 7.00pm, which I replied ‘okay’.

I went back to work a little happier than before. After all, I had something really exciting to look forward to. And the massive erection between my legs couldn’t possibly agree more but I digress. I checked out on the logic once more. After making sure the final I/O was as required by my client, I began laying out the connections via a software I got it from the college’s IT department for free. The connections were automatically done by the software and I only had to reconfigure a few of them that the software couldn’t figure out.

By four, I was no longer able to keep my head together. The waiting was killing me and there were still three hours to go. I had rechecked the schematic of my design over and over again only to realize I had been looking at the same God damn spot for the third time. When Jessica told me that we would be having sex the next day, I wasn’t able to sleep and ended up designing a main logic board from scratch just to keep my sanity intact. With Charlotte, however, the anticipation was far worse. No form of work could sway my stupid brain from thinking about all sorts of dirty stuff that I would be doing with Charlotte tonight.

Half an hour later, I gave up. Instead, I decided to head out to the local supermarket and get something for the occasion. I needed something for the visit. After all, it was socially impolite to go to someone’s house without bearing gifts. I ended up being in the wine aisle, looking at hundred dollar bottle of wine. Yes, I knew I was underage but I’d be damned if I had to bring over sparkling juice to her house. And which sane eighteen year old wouldn’t consume alcohol anyways these days.

I had went to the cheaper section but knowing Charlotte, she wouldn’t have the palate for cheap flavored alcoholic grape juice. And it would make me look cheap too. Finally, I reluctantly settled for a hundred and sixty dollar bottle of Merlot. My heart ached at the huge sum of money that I had to fork out and my stomach cringed at the sight of the total cost including tax. That’s two weeks’ worth of grocery. But a small part of me was proud that the cashier didn’t ask for my ID at all. I guessed no sane eighteen year old would buy a hundred and sixty dollar bottle of wine too.

I drove to Charlotte’s right away. When she was drunk during the 2nd DWCT part, my mom forced me to take her home. That night, I ended up in circles trying to navigate the dark streets under the direction given by a drunken woman. Eventually, I did get her home and dropped her at her front door. So, I knew roughly where she lived. Despite being in the same neighborhood, Charlotte’s house was bigger than my mom’s. The exterior design was similar, the only difference was the extra rooms and total floor area.

When I reached, I noticed her driveway was empty. I stayed in my car and anxiously waited for her to come back. My palms were already sweating from the intense anticipation of what was promised of. God, I still couldn’t believe that Charlotte had actually wanted me to come over her house and fuck her.

A red Mustang came to my view and my heart pounded with fervor. I didn’t remember Charlotte’s car plate number, so I didn’t leave my car yet. It would be embarrassing if I waved and the driver wasn’t Charlotte. But it was when the red Mustang pulled into the driveway and out came a very sexy, very attractive lawyer. I quickly leapt out of my car and took the bottle of wine, which was in a brown paper bag, with me.

“You are early.” Charlotte said with a sly smile.

“I couldn’t wait.” I croaked pathetically. Instead of annoyed by my early presence, her smile grew wider.

“Couldn’t wait huh?” she asked while casting a dirty look at my crotch.

As she turned around and headed for her door, I allowed myself to look at her curvy ass that swayed at every stride. The fact that she was wearing a three-inch heels made her looked all the more alluring and sophisticated. She was wearing a white blouse and a thigh length pencil skirts with cutting that accentuated all her curves. I felt a sudden urge to push her into her house, shove her skirt up and fuck her right at the entrance.

Charlotte opened the front door and walked in. I locked the door behind me and followed her into the living room. There’s a large brown sofa set around a small coffee table stacked with paper work. Three large book cases occupied one side of the wall, while the other side contained a piano and an aquarium with a few colorful fish swimming in it. The lights were casting a warm orange glow to the homey looking carpet on the floor that grandmothers would own.

I always thought Charlotte would keep her house immaculate. She seemed like the kind of person that liked order. But this house was nothing like what I had imagined. In fact, this house almost looked like it didn’t belong to Charlotte, but a cat owning fifty five year old retiree.

“This is for you.” I said and handed the bottle of wine to her.

“What’s this?” she asked with an amused smile, as if she thought of me being cute for getting her a gift. “Oh wow. You have expensive taste.” She raised a brow as she pulled out the Merlot.

“It’s nothing.” I shrugged, downplaying the amount of hurt that piece of fermented grape extract had caused me. Especially during the checkout.

“Did you buy it yourself?” she cocked an inquisitive look at me.

I blushed a little but managed to give her a ‘no big deal’ shrug.

“My my, Brandon, breaking the law are we?” she gave me a snide smile.

“I break the law for you.” I quipped only to regret how incredibly cheesy I sounded.

“Well, I guess I can’t report you then.” She let out a purr as she pressed her body against mine. “Tell me, how much did you spend on getting this?”

“It’s a gift. You aren’t supposed to know the price.” I felt heat rising on my cheeks.

“You are really cute, do you know that?” She wrapped one arm around my neck and pulled me down. Then, she planted a quick kiss on my lips. “Thanks. We’ll open it during dinner.”

She walked away into where I believed was the kitchen. I heard the fridge opened and closed, and shortly after Charlotte came out again.

“I’ll get a change. And then I will start preparing dinner.” Charlotte told me as she headed to the stairs.

I didn’t know what had possessed me but I followed her. I wasn’t sure at first if I was being too bold but I wasn’t really thinking straight. Women said men think with their cocks and now I finally understood in the truest of sense what that actually meant. She went into her room but didn’t close the door. I pushed the door open and saw Charlotte unbuttoning her blouse. She spotted me on the large mirror mounted to the wall and cast me a sly grin. When she peeled away the white fabric from her skin, she revealed a pair of breasts cupped by a lacy purple bra.

“Do you mind?” she asked as she swept her hair over her shoulder and revealed the clasped of her bra. I walked towards her and then unhooked the undergarment. She pulled the straps away from her shoulders and let the lacy material fell to the floor. My eyes were transfixed at the reflection of her naked upper body. My hands, with a mind of their own, went and cradled the voluptuous masses. I couldn’t believe how much I missed the touch of her skin until that moment and I didn’t want to stop touching her. The way her eyes fluttered dreamily as I felt her up told me that she didn’t want me to stop either.

“We haven’t prepared dinner.” She reminded with a throaty voice.

“No, we haven’t.” I mumbled softly as I nipped against the softness of her shoulder. She smelled incredible. There’s a hint of perfume mixed with something else, something feminine, something that made me want to immerse myself into it.

My hands released her breasts and went down to her waist. I trailed my fingers along the waistband of her skirt and unclasped her pencil skirt. I shoved the skirt down past her ass and watched it fell onto the ground. She was wearing a matching purple lacy panties with flowery embroidery that partially revealed the milky skin beneath. A second later, her panties joined the rest of the discarded garments on the ground.

“Your turn.” She pouted.

I was less than elegant when I shed my clothes. It was hurried and clumsy and I had no doubt that Charlotte could see the desperation I had for her through my haste.