Chapter 3

Somehow Claire got back to sleep. But again she dreamed.

This time it was a dream about her daughter, who walked into the kitchen, her belly enormous, as if it held more than one baby. "Morning Mom" she said brightly.

In her dream Claire turned to her daughter and said "It looks like there's another one in there this morning."

"Yeah." sighed Lori. "Bobby fucked another one in me last night. I think that makes four. I may have to have a C Section."

They were interrupted by Bobby, who came strutting into the kitchen stark naked, his lusty huge erection straining out into the air in front of him. It was the size of a fire hydrant and was red and angry looking.

"Morning Mother" he said grinning widely. "Are you ready to make your morning baby?"

Claire looked down at her dream belly, which was just as gravid ad Lori's was. She screamed...

And came awake, jerking. The bed shivered. Everyone else in the room was still asleep. She hadn't screamed out loud.

"What's WRONG with me?" she cried in her mind. She staggered out of bed and went to the bathroom. Closing the door she turned on the light and leaned on the sink, staring into the mirror. Her face looked haggard and drawn. She splashed some water on her face. The cool of it felt good.

She turned to her travel case, which she had put in the bathroom earlier and opened it. She got out a sleeping pill and swallowed it.

Claire didn't dream again that night. But when she awoke it was to multiple sensations. She was still horny. And, she was cuddled up to Chuck, her head on his shoulder, her hair covering her face. She had twin feelings of her hand, lying on something soft... cloth... with something firm under it. As she realized her hand was on the front of Chuck's shorts, and just what that hard thing under it must be, she also felt his fingers on her wrist. His fingers lifted her hand... moving it... letting it fall gently on his flat, hard stomach.

She raised her head. "I'm so sorry." she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I took a pill... I had dreams... I'm so sorry." she began to sob quietly.

"Hey" he said into her hair. "Take it easy. It's OK. I just didn't think you'd want to wake up and find your hand... there." He kissed her hair. "Don't cry."

She felt better for knowing that he hadn't removed her hand because he didn't want it there. She felt worse because she knew she wasn't going to be able to control her urges.

"Thank you." she said. "But I don't know WHAT I want any more. I'm so confused." she moaned softly.

His fingers went back to her wrist and lifted her hand again. Amazed, she felt him return it to the lump of stiffness under his shorts and drape it over his erection.

"There." he said. "All better?"

Claire felt her fingers curl around the stiff column of flesh before she could stop them. She squeezed gently before sliding her hand upward, off his hardon. In the process her hand slid under his shirt, onto his hot skin.

"We don't even know each other." she whispered, feeling much better for having been able to take her hand away from what she wanted to feel.

"We can get to know each other." he suggested.

"I'm almost afraid to get to know you." she responded. "I'm already about to let you do something I swore I'd never let a man do again."

"That's a good thing." he whispered back. "That means you're making progress... working through your issues."

She couldn't suppress a smile and tried to pinch his skin. It was surprisingly difficult to get anything between her fingers. She ended up tickling him instead.

Chuck jerked and batted at her hand, clamping his on it and stopping her. He rolled slightly as he let go, and her hand slid to his side. There were no love handles there. The hand he'd used came to her hair and whisked it away from her face.

"I'm going to kiss you now Claire." he whispered.

Emotion exploded in Claire, and thoughts of what was proper were suddenly muddled. She knew some response was required.

"OK" she surrendered.

It was a kiss to write home about. Neither of them cared about the morning breath, or the teenagers in the bed next to them. They just felt each other through their lips and experienced it.

Claire reluctantly pulled away from his lips. "What about your girlfriend?" she asked.

"What girlfriend?" he replied. "I'm too busy with teaching and football to have a girlfriend."

He kissed her again and she pressed her body against his, her arms going around him, pulling him tightly against her. Despite her raging emotions her passion surprised and even scared her a little.

When it was over Claire buried her face in his chest. "I'm in so much trouble." she said. Her hand slid to his buttocks and inside his shorts to grip a glute.

"I'm the teacher." he whispered back. "Why don't you let me decide whether you're in trouble or not."

From somewhere she found a sliver of control. She took her hand back and put it in his chest. "Not now. Not yet. Not with the kids here. I can't."

He took her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Take all the time you need. I'm a very patient man."

He rolled away from her and bounded out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

Claire rolled over too, to face the other bed.

What she saw was Bobby, up on one elbow, his open eyes staring at her. Lori's lifted head was above his, and she was staring at her mother too.

Lori spoke. "Mommy? What are you DOING?!"

Claire was quite familiar with how children viewed... or rather attempted NOT to view... the sexuality of their parents. She remembered the first time her father had, at the breakfast table, come up behind her mother, reaching around her to cup her breasts and kiss her on the neck. Claire had been dumbfounded, expecting her mother to slap at his hands and tell him what a terrible man he was. Instead she had let her head fall to one side to give his lips more access. Claire had been fourteen at the time, and had actually shivered with revulsion at the blatant sexual play of her parents. Parents didn't have SEX! Ewwwwww!

Of course she hadn't said anything. And, as she began to watch her parents more closely she saw many other times when they touched each other in ways that made it quite clear they were sexual beings... and happy in those roles. She had made the adjustment to being able to... let... her parents be normal. It had awakened her own lusts.

So Claire had some idea of what was going through her daughter's mind.

And her reaction to that was a mixed bag of sympathy for her daughter, and anger that, at a time when she might just have accidentally found something that could make her very happy, her daughter might try to stop that. If she'd had more time to process events, she might have spoken with a little less heat in her voice, or perhaps, might not have spoken at all.

But speak she did.

"Whatever I'm doing, it isn't as bad as what you and Bobby were doing last night."

She hadn't meant to approach this "little problem" at either this time, or in quite this way. But it was too late. She saw Lori's face go pale in the morning light, and Bobby swallowed.

Bobby started to say something... probably a denial... and Claire cut him off.

"We'll discuss this later. This is neither the time or the place."

As happens in a lot of confrontations between parent and child, Claire felt the need to do something, or go somewhere... to break the initial contact while she had the upper hand. Had she been home she could have begun dinner, or gone to her room, or snatched up a hamper to start laundry... anything to make it obvious that she had other things to do, and would take up the subject at hand when SHE was ready.

But here, in this motel room, there WAS no dinner to make, or laundry to do. She got out of bed, but there was no place for her to go. Without thinking... or perhaps because she was thinking too MUCH... she grabbed her clothes out of her suitcase and stormed... more or less... into the bathroom to change.

She had completely forgotten the bathroom was already occupied.

Chuck was standing at the sink running his fingers through a patch of hair that he suspected was beginning to produce gray hairs. He was much too young for that to happen, but suspected it anyway. After taking care of his full bladder he had stripped down to take a shower, and was waiting for the water to get warm. When the door opened he automatically turned toward it.

Claire's first impression was that the light was on. Who had gone off and left the light on? That wasted energy! That was immediately followed by her mind trying to process the fact that there was a naked man, with a decidedly thick and manly penis hanging between muscular thighs, standing in the bathroom. The realization that it was Chuck was part and parcel of the smile that bloomed on his face as he assumed she had re-thought her resistance and had decided to join him in the bathroom intentionally. His smile wasn't a leer. It was, in fact, genuine happiness that this beautiful woman had decided to grace him with her company.

Claire's unconscious brain recorded this information, tweaked an organ that produced a particular hormone, so as to increase that hormonal level in her bloodstream, and then made several other... adjustments... to Claire's psyche and physiology.

Claire's conscious brain was horrified.

She was three quarters of the way through the door when she stopped. "OH!" she said.

Chuck looked confused. His mind was beginning to register the shock on her face and recognize that his initial belief that she had decided to come and join him might be less than well founded.

"Close the door, you're letting out all the heat." he said, for lack of anything else to say.

Claire, being an adult, and a mother, who was quite used to thinking in just those terms closed the door... behind her. She stared at the naked man facing her.

"Well" said Chuck, relaxing when she didn't scream or anything. "This is a little awkward."

Something made Chuck want to treat this like it was just a minor social gaff. He, too, had been unaccountably happy when he woke up to find Claire Richardson cuddled up against him. That her hand had been lying lightly on his manhood had just been the frosting on the cake. Chuck really HAD been too busy with school to have much of a social life. He'd taken a few of the unattached female teachers out on dates, but most of them had been set up by other teachers who wanted to match-make, and hadn't turned out to be anything near long term situations. He didn't have a particularly high sex drive, and the fantasies he masturbated to occasionally were satisfaction enough that he wasn't impatient to find a warm pussy to call his own. In his experience, warm pussies were often attached to clinging women, who wanted themselves to be the primary focus of his attention.

But Claire Richardson was a woman who aroused his interest. It had been a given that she was beautiful and successful. He could see that when he met her. Since then, though, he had noticed her buoyant capacity to be girlish, even though her routine demeanor was mature. She took obvious joy in her children, who were good kids, something teachers appreciated. He sensed in her a smoldering passion that he suspected would be spectacular if it were ever unleashed. He saw glimpses of that as she enjoyed the combat between teenaged warriors on the field.

Chuck didn't know if anything could develop with this fascinating woman... but he didn't want to just let things get strained, or uncomfortable. And so he opted to treat the events of the last few hours as something slightly off normal, but cute... one of those things you tell stories about later in life and laugh at.

"It's amazing," he said, turning back to the mirror and fiddling with his hair, as if her sudden entrance was nothing more than a minor distraction "how underdressed someone can feel like in a bathroom."

"Oh damn, I'm sorry. I forgot you were in here." said Claire, somehow more uncomfortable that he was apparently ignoring her than she was that he was stark naked and she was standing with him in a motel bathroom. "I had to yell at the kids, and then I wanted to get away from them and..."

Claire's voice trailed off. She lost her train of thought as her mind caught up to the situation. She WAS standing in a motel bathroom with a naked man! And the man was looking in the mirror instead of at her! And hadn't he just said something about how he was underdressed... as if SHE were OVERDRESSED?

"What's going on with the kids?" he asked, leaning closer to the mirror to stretch at the bags under his eyes.

"You're naked." squeaked Claire.

Chuck smiled and turned to face the woman again. "What was your first clue?" he grinned. Then he suggested "I suspect you've seen men in my condition before this. Don't worry about it. I was about to take a shower, but I can wait if you want to go first."

What went through Claire's mind then was an uncontrollable collage of imaginary scenes in a movie, where she and Chuck were the stars. She saw herself dropping her silk pajamas on the floor, and Chuck holding the shower curtain open for her to step into the tub. She saw her naked body brush up against his as she entered the shower. She felt his hands sliding over her soapy body as he washed her.