Chapter 4

In slow motion, I watched as my New England Patriots mug tumbled to the floor, the coffee spilling out of it in all directions.

As it fell to the ground, my mind tumbled over this new turn of events. How was Aimee here? What had happened — had she returned to confess our sins?

Well, Beth was smiling when she entered the house, so Aimee hadn't confessed anything yet. But why did fate keep throwing this woman back into my life?

I couldn't come up with any answers in the second or so it took for my mug to smash into the ceramic tile floor, coffee everywhere.

The crash was loud enough to wake Jakie, apparently, and he started crying as soon as the echoes from the broken mug had subsided.

"Jim, be more careful," Beth scolded, heading for the kitchen to get a towel.

"I'll go get Jake," Aimee said, glancing at me quickly and then striding from the room.

I stood there, speechless. I glanced out the front door and noticed that Aimee's red hatchback was parked in the driveway behind Beth's car. What in the world had happened?

Beth returned from the kitchen holding a towel and dragging the kitchen trash can behind me. She tossed the towel to me. "Jim, you have to be more careful," she said, crouching down and picking up the larger pieces of the shattered mug, tossing them into the crash. "That could have broken your toe."

"You're right, it could have," I said, finally locating my voice. As I crouched down next to Beth and began wiping up the coffee, I asked her. "What in the world is Aimee doing here?"

"You'll never believe it," Beth said. "I ran into her in Cricenti's. Remember I told you that she was going home to Maine for Thanksgiving?"

I nodded. After all, that had been the way Aimee and I had been able to spend the night together in Portsmouth, two nights ago.

"Well," Beth continued, "Her parents called her when she was on the way and said they were leaving town. Apparently, they had to fly to California to take care of Aimee's great-aunt, who broke her hip."

"So, she turned around. I guess she spent Tuesday night in a hotel somewhere, then drove back to campus yesterday. Oh, you should have seen her, Jim — she was buying a frozen turkey dinner to have for Thanksgiving, and so of course I invited her here. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not," I said, as Aimee came down the stairs holding Jake, Ethan following behind her. "She's like family."

After the remains of my beloved Pats mug had been cleaned up, and the coffee wiped off the floor, Aimee went into the kitchen to help Beth with the cooking. I refilled a fresh mug and then sat in the family room, the boys playing Legos on the floor.

On TV, the floats and bands and cheerleaders in New York paraded by, but I wasn't paying attention. How was I going to act normal around Aimee? How could I look at her across the Thanksgiving table, in front of my wife and kids, when my dick had been buried inside her 36 hours before?

My head throbbed. And not in a good way.

Around 11:00, Beth and Aimee both came out of the kitchen, a glass of wine in each of their hands. "Well, Jim," Beth said, "we've earned this. The turkey is cooking, the potatoes are peeled, the pies are baked, and we'll be ready to eat around 4:00."

She raised her glass to Aimee's and they clinked together with a musical sound.

I smiled and shook my finger at Beth, jokingly. "Shame on you, honey. Providing alcohol to our underage babysitter. Tsk-tsk."

Aimee and I locked eyes, and she blushed slightly, knowing that providing alcohol to her -- which I'd also done -- was the least of my sins.

Beth failed to notice, just chuckling. "I think it's OK today, Jim. After all, Aimee's not on the clock for us today. She's an invited guest. Besides, if you're worried about her driving in the ice, I told her she could have the guest room tonight if she wants. What's the point of going all the way back an empty dorm?"

Aimee blushed again, and I probably did too. So now there was a chance that Aimee was going to sleep in my house tonight??

Any further embarrassment was saved when Ethan, who had been sleeping with his face on the carpet, squirmed and woke up. "Mommy, I'm cold," he complained.

"That's probably because you're sleeping on the floor and not in your bed," she said. "Do you want to go upstairs for a nap?"

"Mmm hmm," Ethan grunted.

Beth set her class down and picked up the sleeping Jake from the recliner. "C'mon Eth," she said. "Let's get you guys a nice Thanksgiving nap."

"Nap nap," Ethan said sleepily, standing up and holding on to Beth's pant leg.

"Let me help..." Aimee started to say.

"No, Aimee, you're not on the clock today, and I meant it," Beth said. "I'll get these two sleepyheads into bed and be right back down."

She carried Jake upstairs, Ethan toddling off behind her. As soon as Beth was out of ear shot, Aimee set her glass down and turned to me.

"Are you as totally freaked right now as I am?"

I nodded. "Probably. I don't understand — what's going on with your aunt?"

"She'll be okay," Aimee said. "Fell down the steps at her house two weeks ago, came home from the hospital yesterday. She just can't move around much, so my parents are going to be her butlers for the next couple of weeks."

"I hope she recovers quick," I said. "But your parents just called you yesterday and told you this?"

Aimee blushed, and didn't say anything for a minute, her eyes downcast. "Not exactly," she admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"They called me about a week and a half ago, and asked if I'd be OK staying in New London over Thanksgiving break, that they were flying out to Santa Clara. I told them it was fine."

"A week and a half ago?" My mind quickly did some calculations. "That means you knew before we ... arranged to meet?" I whispered.

She nodded. "I found out just before. But the timing was so perfect otherwise, I didn't want to mess anything up."

"So you just drove right back here from Portsmouth?"

Aimee nodded. "I went into town and hung out at Starbucks for half an hour or so, just so we wouldn't see each other on the road."

I started to say something else, but I could hear Beth's footsteps coming back down the stairs. I quickly put a finger to my lips and turned my attention back to the football pregame show on TV.

That afternoon was both awkward and arousing for me. I tried to watch the football coverage on TV, afraid that I'd give away our secret if I spent too much time talking to Aimee, or looking at her, or thinking about her.

Still, as she and Beth discussed their plans to go shopping the next day, I couldn't help but admire her form. She was curled up on the loveseat across from me, her slim legs tucked beneath her, the tight jeans she wore perfectly displaying that beautiful ass, that ass I'd groped and grabbed and licked and kissed in Portsmouth.

The kids were still napping about an hour later when Beth excused herself to use the restroom. Aimee caught my eye and winked; she then grabbed the hem of her sweater and the tanktop beneath, lifting it to flash me a quick view of those beautiful tits. My cock swelled so fast it was nearly painful.

I returned the favor a little while later, as I headed upstairs to take a shower and finally get dressed for the day. Beth was in the kitchen, basting the turkey for the umpteenth time. As I left the living room, I stood in the doorway and pulled my pajama pants down, flexing my erect cock under Aimee's hungry gaze.