Mother's Obsession

It is Wrong, but it Feels Good

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

Callum and I got into the car; I was not certain if it was me alone that felt like this, but I felt like the tension in the air was rather s****l. Every time I looked at him, all I could think about was riding him and doing all sorts of s****l things to him. I desperately needed to get laid tonight or else I will end up doing something that I would really regret after it is done, and it is too late.

Callum drove out of the garage, and I immediately put on some music to fill the silence in the car. I, unfortunately, did not have any alcohol so that we could pregame, so I was stuck in the car, with my crush, who is also my best friend’s boyfriend, and I was sober with really bad thoughts.

“You okay over there? What is on your mind?” Callum asked me and I thought about it for a second.

Right here at this moment, I wanted to confess my feelings but to what purpose? It is not like he would leave Colette for me, and that is something I did not want either. That would be horrible. I would be considered the worst person ever and she is such a good person, she does not deserve that from me.

“Oh, nothing. I am just thinking about what drinks I am going to get when we get to the club. It has been such a long time since I had a good drink. What do you think about inviting more people?” I asked suddenly as the thought popped into my head.

If we invited more people, then I am less likely to act on my feeling whether I got drunk or not. It would be a perfect idea.

Callum shrugged as he focused on the road.

“Sure, I do not mind. More the merrier right?”

I nodded and sent a message in the group chat.

Last-minute outing. Who wants to go to the club tonight. Currently on my way there so I will be able to pick you up. Three spots are open.

I sent the message and waited for a reply. Soon after I got a reply from three of our friends. They said that they would get ready immediately and meet at Kristen’s house so we would not have to go on a detour to multiple houses to get them.

Perfect.

I informed Callum of this, and we made our way over to Kristen’s house to collect the group. We were now back on the road. I turned up the volume on the radio and we sang our hearts out during the journey to the club. Our group of friends was such a vibe.

When Callum and I got to the club it seemed packed. I knew my instincts were onto something when it told me to go to the club. This is going to be fun.

“Wow, that is a lot of people,” Callum said, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as he observed the long line of persons waiting to get into the club.

“Do not worry. I know the bouncer; we will get in before everyone else. V.I.P. baby!!”

Callum and I hopped out of his car along with three friends we had picked up along the way. The more the merrier. We all approached the bouncer and I put my game face on.

“Joshua honey, how are you? Long time no see, literally. I was waiting for you for hours, but you stood me up.” I said and pouted at him.

“ME? Stand you up? I think you are confused. I waited for you for two hours at the restaurant until the waitress felt sorry for me and gave me a free dessert. Eventually, I overheard everyone making a bet on when they thought I would actually give up and leave.”

Wow, how sad. I had to restrain myself from snickering at the thought of him sitting alone at a restaurant with the assumption that he actually had a chance with me. My friends in the back, however, did not seem to mind on showing some human decency enough to feign empathy for the guy.

I turned around and glared at them.

“Do you want to get into the club or not?” I snapped at them making them shut up immediately.

I glanced over at Callum to see him standing awkwardly and rather silent behind my friends. He was so shy that it made him so adorable.

“I think you are mistaken. I remember that day vividly. On September 18th I went to the restaurant to wait for you, but you did not show up.” I said as I turned to face the bouncer.

Realization crossed his face and he blushed.

“I am so sorry! Oh my gosh! I went to the restaurant on the 20th. I thought that was the date we agreed on. Oh my! I cannot believe this and all this time I have been hating you. You and your friends can go in. Again, I am so sorry.”

I simply nodded at him and smirked as we made our way inside. He was right, we had agreed to go on the date on the twentieth of September, but I stood him up. However, I major in the art of manipulation and gaslighting so that was way too easy.

I guess Callum noticed what I did, and he shook his head.

“That is just wrong. The poor guy. I really do feel for him. He really thought he had a chance with someone as attractive as you.” He screamed over the loud music, and I blushed.

“You really think I am attractive?” I asked him just so that I could hear him say it again.

My ego grew just a little bit, and I blushed some more.

“Yes, but I bet you already knew that. Look at your body. It is amazing.” Callum continued.

I felt guilty for encouraging a conversation like this but the more I thought about it, the more I felt good about myself like it fed my God complex. In comparison with Colette, I did have a better body than hers. Regardless of my height, I had really big breasts while she was almost flat-chested. My ass is voluptuous while hers is small. She is petite with a small frame of five feet four inches. She often complained about her lack of assets, but I always encouraged her to love the way her body currently is, because it made me feel good while I stood next to her, and all the guys would catcall me and not her.

“Let us get some alcohol going in our system. Tonight is a night to let loose and have fun!” I screamed as we all rushed over to the bar to order our drinks. I knew that Callum would volunteer to pay for our drinks, well, mine at least so I know I had nothing to worry about financially, that is, for the night.

Callum was familiar with the group of friends I had invited out with us tonight. This group of friends would often throw dinner parties, which after a few bottles of wine had been recycled, always devolved into crazy dance-offs or a detour to the clubs and bars in the area. Colette and Callum were not the type of couple to be attached at the hip, which meant that I got to talk to Callum a lot when Colette was not around…just the two of us. Sometimes when we would go out as a group, on nights such as this one where the clubs were so crowded, Callum and I would find ourselves bumping into each other a lot more than what would usually happen on other nights because we would continuously be jostled by other people around us who were in their own world.

That was hard enough to handle because I had to refrain from doing so much whenever that would happen. Sometimes I would get a little bit carried away and whenever Colette would suspect something or give me a weird look, I would pay it off as though it is the alcohol to blame. Every time we touched; it was like fire spreading through my body. I would always have to excuse myself to the bathroom, just to cool down and regain composure.

Callum announced drinks were on him for the night as if I did not already make that assumption in my head. Having finally gotten to spend the night alone with him, I wanted to celebrate and have as much fun as I could tonight. I needed to get Callum out of my system for good. Continuously having these thoughts in my head made me feel like a bad friend and I wanted it to stop.

We all celebrated with cranberry vodkas for the girls while Callum had a shot of liquid cocaine. The rest of the night in the club was pretty much the same as usual...dancing, grinding, and more drinks.

We were all pretty close, so it was not uncommon for the five of us to smack each other's asses, all in good fun, whenever the song called for it. In the big mass of throbbing bodies, we lost two of our friends, Stephanie and the other, Kristen, for a minute.

Callum and I danced for a while until the music in the club switched to a slow song. Callum put his arms around me as we both started to move to the slow song that started playing. Being this close to Callum felt incredibly uncomfortable yet completely turned me on at the same time. I felt my heart leap into my throat. He pulled me closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck. It drove me wild. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. I knew I was not drunk enough to do something stupid, but I danced with him for the rest of the song. I thought that if I pulled away, it would somehow acknowledge my crush. However, by continuing to dance with him I could claim that we were "just dancing," like we were "just friends."

 I did not know if he felt the same way about me...not that it would make a difference. I still could not be with him. It was wrong no matter what.

The song changed again, and I slipped out of Callum’s arms. The moment was becoming too heated for me, and I needed a breather away from this god of a man.

“I think Emma must have fallen into the toilet or something. Either that or she got lost. I am going to check on her to make sure she is okay. I will be right back.” I said quickly and made my way into the female restroom.

As soon as I got in there, I splashed some cold water onto my face and looked at myself in the mirror in front of me. I needed to calm down. Callum made me so hot, and I do not think I could control it anymore. I do not know if this is the alcohol’s doing but I really needed to be with someone right now. I know Callum would not let me leave with a complete stranger because he is really protective over his friends, but I did not care.

I needed to be with a man right now. I had to get out of here.

I turned around to see Emma and Stephanie come out of one of the stalls in the bathroom. I narrowed my eyes at them.

“Are you two, okay?” I asked them as I walked closer to them.

From the look of it, it seemed as though Emma had gotten sick which was odd because she never gets sick when she drinks. You could consider us professional drinkers at this point. We were at the age where we knew our limits, but I guess tonight was a night to test that.

“We have to go now. We will be staying at Kristen’s place tonight. She said she would be calling it a night now.” Stephanie said as she held onto Emma to keep her from falling.

“I was supposed to stay at your place tonight remember?” I asked her.

Stephanie’s place is closer to the club, and I did not want to wait two hours before I had the chance to shower and curl up in bed after a night out. I came out to have fun and if that meant drinking until I get sick then so be it, but I did not want to do that if it meant having to survive a two-hour drive back home.

“Just ask Callum to stay at his apartment. It is close to the club as well. I am sure he would not mind.”

I sighed in defeat. I guess I will do that then. I had stayed at Callum’s place before, but Colette was around when I did. I am not sure about this.

I never opened up to anyone about my crush on Callum before. I am sure if I did word have gotten out to Colette at some point and we would not be friends anymore. Or she would not have let me go out with her boyfriend alone.

I walked outside of the bathroom and walked up to the bar where I saw Callum sitting. He had three more shots of tequila.

“Did you fall in the toilet too?” He joked and gestured to my cleavage which was wet due to the water I splashed onto my chest earlier.

I blushed lightly and pulled my dress up which in turn made the dress a whole lot shorter. I explained to him what happened with Emma and Stephanie, and he pouted in response.

“They are no fun.” He said in a childish voice.

I nodded in agreement and took a seat next to him at the bar.

“Let us finish these drinks and then we could leave.”

He ordered ten more shots and I hesitated. If I were to drink these five shots I would no doubt become drunk. I cannot trust myself with that much alcohol in my system, but I digress. I downed the shots and kept reassuring myself that nothing would happen tonight. I would not let it. The night had not gone as planned anyway and that kind of dampened my mood.

Callum finished his drinks as well and we quickly made our way out of the club.

“I forgot to ask you. Could I stay at your apartment tonight? You do not have to stay with me. I promise not to trash the place or anything like that.” I joked and watched as he thought about it for a second.

“You know it is funny I was about to ask you if you would mind staying at my place tonight. I had a little too much to drink and I do not think it is safe to drive back home. Especially since it is so far away, and I am kind of tired as well. I did not get a chance to sleep when I got back home from work.”

Spending the night with him alone? God, why do you hate me?

I discreetly began to chant in my head not to do anything stupid. I cannot break up this relationship. I cannot betray my friend.

“Well, that is fine by me.”

We stumbled over the icy streets back to his place, barely speaking the whole time. Callum was really too drunk to drive so we left his car in the parking lot of the club. I felt bad for Emma, and now I was feeling bad for Callum that he came out tonight to celebrate with me and to de-stressing but now everything had come to an abrupt end, and it is just depressing.

We got back to his place and took off our coats. I felt a little awkward being here alone with him without Colette being present. Due to her absence, I automatically felt as though I was doing something wrong. I tried to shake it off, but I could not. We called her on the way over here because we both knew she would be awake, waiting for him to come home. When we told her we would not be coming home, she sounded so disappointed over the phone but there was not much she could do about it because we were both drunk and could not drive back to that distance.

My clubbing outfit looked silly in the fluorescent light of his hallway. The black dress that I wore seemed to be translucent under this lighting. It made me self-conscious but also made me want to put on a show for Callum while playing innocent. I really should not be thinking this way. In the club, you can't see much, but in bright light, it's completely transparent. I had worn a black push-up bra which was also lacey so my n*pples were at full attention now that we had just come out of the cold. I like to look just a little sexy, catch some eyes when I dance. I believe Callum took notice of this because he walked up behind me and placed his hand on my waist.

I shook it off and stepped away from him. Wow, what was that all about?

“Nice bra.” He said drunkenly.

I blushed and desperately tried to cover myself.

I chuckled lightly.

“I did not think you would see me in this light,” I said and immediately wish I could retract my would. Unsay them.

I did not want him to think that I thought about him a lot. Just him. Like, what would he think now that he knew. My alcohol-soaked brain did not have brakes tonight. It did not stop to think before it processed and output. As the words left my mouth, I began to think of a way to change the subject. What is not sexy? What can we talk about that would completely change the course of this conversation?

Work.

That could work.

Pun unintended.

“How has work been as of recent. Colette has told me all about the change in shifts. How do you manage with staying awake all night? That sounds like it must be hard.” I said and at the mention of hard, Callum closed his eyes and groaned.

“Gosh, you are such a tease.” He muttered and my heart skipped a beat.

Oh no. this cannot be happening.

I walked away from him and made my way into the living room, where I had already decided to sleep tonight.

Callum followed me shortly after.

“I am glad it is over for now. I am so tired. Standing all day takes a toll on my body for real. Actually, would you mind giving me a neck massage? It feels really tense right now.” Callum said and briefly rubbed the back of his neck while groaning to display just how much pain he was in.

I gulped.

“I am not good at massages. You would be in more pain than you were in originally after I have given you a massage. Trust me you do not want that.” I said and laughed lightly.

Me? Touch his neck? His gorgeous neck? There was something about the nape of his neck that made my skin crawl in a delicious way.

This is becoming harder and harder by the second. In my mind, I know I should leave right now before things escalated, but in my heart, I was giving Callum the benefit of a doubt. He would not cheat of Colette. I am sure of it. This is totally innocent. He just wants a massage that is it. I am only overthinking things because I have a crush on him.

"Sure, you are. Come on. Just anything on my neck will feel good right now. Please?" Callum begged and I gave in.

What could I do?

Say, "No, I am wildly attracted to you, and it will kill me to touch you?"

I could feel my heart in my throat again.

"Okay, come sit down," I said in defeat and patted the space beside me on the couch.

I was actually fairly decent at massage, so I went ahead and started working at his neck. He really was tense. As I touched him, I could feel myself getting turned on again. His shirt was getting in the way, but I did not ask him to remove it, as much as I wanted to, but it did remind me that I needed to change out of this dress. It was comfortable in the beginning to wear but now it felt tight and uncomfortable, and I have been wearing this bra for far too long.

I went on to massage him for a bit longer before I decided that I really could not spend another moment in this dress.

"Can I borrow a shirt to sleep in? This thing is uncomfortable," I said when I had finished giving him a massage; or rather when I could not take another minute of touching his incredible body.

"Sure," Callum got off the couch and left to go fetch me one of his shirts. As soon as he had left, I let out a sigh of relief; r was it longing?

 He came back with the shirt, and then leaned against the wall, watching me expectantly.

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“Uh, can you go away? I need privacy.” I said as I held the shirt up to my chest.

“Why? We are friends, are we not? This should not be awkward.” He retorted.

Interesting thought process. I thought.

I was in trouble. I knew it right then. I was in trouble before, probably, but had denied it until this point.

"What would Colette say or think? She would not approve of this." I explained.

I knew from this moment; I should have just gotten up and left the apartment. I could go over to Kristen’s place instead and stay there. I did not have to absolutely stay here.

“Why would you tell her? This could be our little secret.” Callum said and smirked.

I could not believe it my ears. This was Callum, the sweetest, nicest guy I knew. He adored Colette. They had a healthy relationship full of honesty and openness and everything that I wanted. It was like I was talking to someone else. Someone I did not know. My heart began to beat even faster, but now it was a little bit out of fear. I felt even more uncomfortable now and unsafe. Callum was not in his right mind. I needed to get out of here.

"That you watched me undress. Do you not think she would find that a little weird?"

I felt like there was no point in questioning him as it seemed like he had made up his mind on doing everything wrong tonight and I would be his partner in crime. Maybe, if I took the bait, I would be doing Colette a favor. Callum is not a nice guy. I would be saving her from the heartbreak later down the road before she gets pregnant and ends up like me.

"So do not tell her,” He said a little more adamantly, shrugging nonchalantly as he did so.  

He had started to move toward me. A little bit menacingly.

"Would that not be wrong?" I asked.

I should have said something else.

I should have said, "That makes me uncomfortable."

I should have said, "I would not hide something from my friend."

He was right next to me. I backed away but he kept close.

"It would be wrong," he agreed, "And I know it is a cliché to say this but, at this moment, I think it is the perfect thing to say, but sometimes something very, very wrong can feel very, very right."

I was so confused about what was going on with my mind and my body right now. It is as if they were not in sync at all. I was getting even more turned on, but I was frightened at the same time. It was like when we were dancing. I wanted to run. The panic rising in me was making my breath short.

"I think I should go," I gasped.

It was all I could think to say. I tried to move past him, but he grabbed my arms. I yelped and struggled but he forced me to sit on the couch. My mind began to race with all sorts of scenarios and possibilities. I began to panic but I tried to not let it show on my face or else I could only assume how much this situation would escalate.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh," he shushed as I tried to break free.

"Stop it, Callum, I mean it. This is not funny." I said in a stern voice.

Callum chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Calm down, I am not going to do anything. Stop freaking out," he said but stayed in the same position he put us in earlier.

I could not break free from his grip. Part of me felt I should go all out. I should kick him, scream; do whatever it takes to get away but another part of me said,

“No, he is your friend. He would never hurt you or do anything you did not really want him to do.”

I decided that if I relaxed, he might loosen his grip and give me a chance to get out of this situation. I relaxed into his arms, and he smiled in appreciation. As soon as he got comfortable with me again and trusted that I was calm with the current situation, I broke free and stood up, immediately stepping away from him.

It worked.

He let go.

"It is okay." Callum tried to persuade as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.

"I should go," I said again, this time with more force in my voice.

"No, wait!" he called out.

"Please do not go. I am sorry. I am just...I am so attracted to you, and it makes me crazy. I know we cannot be together and because of that, the forbidden love – the forbidden temptation, makes me want you more. It is so hard to hold back, that is all." Callum explained as he bowed his head in shame.

He lifted his head to look at me and I looked into his eyes. I could not tell if he was being genuine or if this was a line, he just used on girls to get into their pants. I tried to think about the possible scenarios, but the alcohol was clouding my brain.

"I know, I get that way too but...I just cannot be that kind of person. Especially not to Colette. She has been nothing but kind to me when everyone else turned their back to me and I cannot hurt her like this. She really loves you."

This time, I was the one to bow my head.

That was another mistake. I should not have let him know I wanted him. He did not even say anything this time.

He just pounced.

He flattened me on the couch and tried to kiss me. I turned my head away so that he could not.

“Stop!!! What are you doing?” I shouted at him.

He started sucking on my neck and gently biting my ear.

"I know you want this, but you can shout all you want anyway. No one will hear us." He muttered under his breath as he continued to defile my neck.

As much I hated to admit it, I was incredibly turned on by this. His dominance, his need; his attraction to me. The more I fought against him, the more I hoped he would fight back.

I struggled to get him off, but it was pointless. When I reached up to hit him, he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I could feel his erection in his jeans as he started to grind against me. He was higher above the couch, so the bulge successfully ground against my cl*toris with each undulation. The fear was giving way to excitement. My thoughts were swimming.

Was this really happening?

What would I tell Colette?

God, why do I want this to happen so much?

It is going to happen. I cannot stop it. I can either sit here, scream and protest, or I can enjoy it because I do enjoy it.

I stopped trying to get loose. I moved my head to meet his mouth. His kiss was firm, there was an urgency in it. He sucked on my bottom lip. I kissed him back, teasing his tongue with mine. I sucked on his bottom lip too, but I bit it just a little bit as I pulled away.

We stayed like that for a while, kissing, and kissing each other’s neck. I made sure to not leave any hickeys because that would only add fuel to the fire. He let go of one of my hands so that he could slip his hand under my dress.