Mother's Obsession

Tempted to Touch

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)

Before I could even escort Lisa inside of the house, she had already started talking my ear off about random stuff going on in her life. She started by complaining about her grandmother and the ill-treatment she is receiving. Then she hopped onto the topic of her financial struggles and now she is talking about her former boyfriend. She is supposedly considering getting back together with him because he has been begging to be with her again. However, despite telling me that this guy treated her really badly, would bully her, and make other girls make fun of her, her justification for giving him a fourth chance is that his d*ck is really big.

On that tangent, she began to describe to me how big his shlong is, what it looked like, how good he was at using it, and how it lived up to the expectations of men with big feet. Whilst I tried to have an actual conversation with her this time, I could not get a word in because she was just so engrossed in talking about herself. Usually, this would not bother me because I would ignore her while she ranted about whatever, but I know as soon as I start doing something to occupy my time, she would start asking me for my input on everything just to make sure I would be paying attention.

When we got inside my bedroom, I took a seat on my bed and immediately turned on the television in hopes that I could find a movie to make her shut up. Unfortunately, that was not the case. See, Lisa did not live in an ideal home. Where she lived, she did not have electricity, a proper bed, or anything of the sort, so of course, it would make sense that she did not own a television. However, she owned a smartphone with data on it, which meant that she spent the majority of her time viewing videos on YouTube or f*******:. As soon as I turned the television on, Lisa jumped up in the excitement of the moment in her head and grabbed the remote from my hand. She navigated the television and went onto the section with the application listings.

She clicked on YouTube and continued to excitedly bounce on one spot.

“Oh my gosh! You need to see this video. It is a video about giraffes doing it. It is so funny.” She said laughing out loud as she searched for the video on YouTube. I silently prayed she would not find it but oh, did the universe have something against me.

“Is this what you look at in your free time?” I joked as I looked at the television screen.

She played the video, and it was anything but funny. I am all for animal comedy, but this was just so cringe and weird. Lisa continued to watch the video despite my obvious discomfort with the scene currently playing on the screen.

“No, but I get bored when I am home so sometimes, I end up on the weird side of YouTube. Has that never happened to you? When you are like on YouTube for so long, you start watching recommended videos then all of a sudden, the videos recommended to you on YouTube slowly start changing into topics you would not normally watch or search for but you are in a zone, so you watch whatever comes up and before you know you are watching a bunch of Indian kids in the forest building a house out of clay.”

“No, I do not think I could say that happened to me. If I am on YouTube watching videos for a long period of time, I usually end up on those drama channels that report either YouTube drama or drama among celebrities. I usually stick with those topics especially if I do not feel like listening to music or I am unsure of what type of music I am in the mood for at the moment.”

Callum and I exchanged looks and he smiled at me smugly and returned to playing a game on his phone. He knew how irritated and annoyed I become when she is around. He liked to rub it in my face whenever she would come around and I would become her target for conversation. Sometimes if I had schoolwork, I would have to repeatedly tell her I could not talk much because I am doing work. Then of course, when I mention that, she would go off on me about how envious and jealous she is of the fact that I get to go to school and how when she used to go to school, she had so many friends and how all of her teachers loved her because she was smarter than everyone in her class.

She knows I am studying to become a doctor. Her major, while she was in university, was music, where she was really interested in playing a specific musical instrument and wanted to become a music teacher to teach at the elementary level one day. However, whenever I would bring up the topic of school, she had the tendency to attempt to look better than me by claiming she could become a doctor if she wanted to and that she could not find time to study much because she has to take care of her daughter, which of course, was another excuse.

There were multiple flaws in what she claims to be a possibility. The first one would be that she does not even have the basic qualifications needed to even apply for medical school; even if she is living in poverty now, if she were to become a full-time student, she would automatically qualify for free education plus a student loan to cover all living expenses and the last flaw in her excuse, being that she could not study because she had to take care of her daughter – her daughter is three years old and is a very quiet child. As long as she was not hungry and she had cartoons to watch on YouTube, she would stay put for hours.

So, every time Lisa tried to dumb me down like that, all I could do is roll my eyes at her. I no longer bother to explain the process of getting into medical school because with her it is no use in trying to argue a point. Lisa is the type of person who would be considered to be ignorant to the grave. Despite her lack of education, she believes she knows more than everyone even actual professionals within the field of interest. Lisa is under the impression that due to the fact that she has gone through so much in such a small space of time, she is wiser than the oldest man alive and smarter than every doctor to even successfully acquire a medical license. It can be both amusing and sad to watch her hype herself up like that in the presence of other people.

“Then you clearly have never spent a long time on YouTube. Girl, that is all I do. Besides watch Lily all day, when she is asleep and I could get a little break for myself, I watch random YouTube videos until I either fall asleep or Lily wakes up.” Lisa explained.

I simply nodded in acknowledgment because I did not really know what else to say. It is not that I am boring, it is just that Lisa talks so much that she can become literally draining. I become disinterested in everything she is saying after a while, and I begin to just tolerate her existence at some point.

“I will be right back; I need to pee.”

I got off the bed and immediately made my way into the bathroom. I did not lie, in fact, needed to use the restroom. It is just a benefit that I also get some time away from Lisa as well. While inside the bathroom, I decided I would shower as well. It had been so heated today that I felt sweaty and icky. I do believe that if I were to have a cold shower right now, it might help me tolerate Lisa a bit more.

I stripped myself of my clothes and got into the bathroom. Ahh, time to relax a little.

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

I watched as Colette left the room, leaving me alone with her boyfriend Callum. I have had a crush on him ever since I laid eyes on him. I never acted on my feelings because Colette is my best friend, and I would never do that to her. At times I could tell that she does not want me around and merely tolerates my presence because I force myself into her personal space. I appreciate her for tolerating me, to say the least. I am a very social person which meant that I had a lot of friends, but they were the type of friends to only be around when things are going well.

Whenever I would post on social media about being suicidal or frustrated, Colette would be the only one to message me to make sure I was okay or at least find out what was going on so she could offer some advice. I understand her more than anyone ever could. We were both mentally ill and I think that is where we find common ground to understand each other.

Colette had always been the antisocial one since elementary school. She never spoke to anyone and always found an excuse to not go out when she was invited to dates and such. I always admired that; the strength she had to enjoy being alone. I could never understand that. I am a rather affectionate creature and I need to always be around someone to love me or entertain me. Colette on the other hand is the total opposite of that, and that is why I always have to force myself into her space. She had told me multiple times that she did not want to be my friend, but I know that is not the case. She just enjoys being alone too much and that is something I am willing to go the extra mile for to change.

That is what best friends are for.

As I sat on the ground watching random videos on YouTube, I peeked at Callum, and I swear my heart stopped for a second. He was just so handsome and muscular. At six feet two inches, I always tried to find guys who were either my height or taller than me because I found them to be the most attractive. However, even though Callum might be only five feet eight inches, his looks made up for his lack of height. He was so sexy. Worst of all, he was currently shirtless which gave me a perfect few of his abs and his tattoos. What girl would not fall for a guy who has abs and tattoos? Besides the obvious good looks, Callum was also such a good guy. He was the textbook lover…the perfect boyfriend.

That is what makes my crush on him even worse. Colette has been through so much in her life, to see her finally in love with the right guy made me feel really happy for her but it also made my crush on her boyfriend more painful. She really deserved him. Callum is sweet, he gives her a lot of attention, treats her like a queen, and loves to spoil her whenever he got the chance to. Of course, he is not a billionaire or anything like that, but it is the thought that counts. The perfect boyfriend. He had a great smile, heightened by adorable dimples. He is in great shape, and you could tell that he is a gym junkie. Of course, I was wildly attracted to him, but I could never be the kind of woman to steal away a man from someone else, much less a good friend.

It saddens me that I have yet to find someone for myself. Sure, I go on a lot of dates, but the guys that ask me out never make it past the first date. I am uncertain if I am the problem or maybe they were not much of a match for me. The only men that ever ask me out are either jerks or they are just too nice. Yes, there is such a thing as too nice. No girl wants to date a guy who agrees with everything she says especially when she is actually looking for an opinion. Girls want to date a guy who has a brain of his own and uses it because he knows how to use it. Like disagree with me, test my intelligence, let us have a stimulating conversation. A conversation with a nice girl usually involves the girl taking control of the conversation and the guy agreeing with everything she says. I may as well have a conversation with my mirror if I wanted that.

I would say I am fairly attractive. I am no model, but I personally think that I am pretty. I have long wavy brown hair, and I am often told I have killer eyes and a great smile. I may not be petite, but I have long slender legs as I am six feet two inches, a big frame, but I have big breasts and my a*s is a nice handful. When the clothes come off, some guys are afraid that they might become hooked, I like the feel of a man on top of me. What I hate, however, is when just cannot stop asking why I would choose to be with them because I am so hot and they are not; talk about self-fulfilling prophecies- I am not your mother, I will outright tell you I am using your for your body and ditch you the next day at the supermarket.

Just because I do not have someone of my own, means that I cannot have fun. Being single has its perks. I could not help myself. I leaned against the wall, and I began to fantasize about him. I could feel myself getting turned on, but I did not want to entertain the feeling any longer.

“I am back!!” Colette sang as she walked through the door. As soon as she fully entered the bedroom and was about to change her clothes, I excused myself and walked out of the room to give her some privacy.

I entered the bathroom soon after and figured I would get rid of my mood before it escalated into something else. I know to myself that when I am turned on, I cannot control myself and so for the sake of my friend’s relationship, I will handle my business.

As I sat on the toilet, I closed my eyes and began to picture myself with Callum. I did not mean to but as soon as I closed my eyes his face appeared in my head. I would not complain about this as I am doing her a favor by getting those thoughts out of my head by not repressing it until it potentially turns from thoughts to actions.

In my head, I imagined Callum coming home to me after work to a table full of food. Colette does not cook full meals for him, and I bet if I were to cook for him, he would be so much happier. I imagine him eating all of the food and as I cleared the table, he walks up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.

F*ck this. I feel like I am becoming even more sexually frustrated. I needed to find a way to release all of this energy.

I know what I should do.

I flushed the toilet to keep up the impression that I was actually using it and I exited the bathroom.

“Let us go to the club! I want to get wasted!” I exclaimed as I entered the room.

Both Colette and Callum exchanged looks before they looked at me.

“I do not feel like going out tonight, but you guys can if you want,” Colette said looking defeated as she laid back onto the bed.

Me, go out alone with Callum? Could I trust myself to do such a thing without doing anything wrong?

“What? Come on! Why do you not want to go?”

“I just do not feel like it. Babe, what do you think? You could go if you like. Invite some of your friends as well.”

“I guess so, are you sure you do not want me to stay in with you?” Callum asked her.

He is honestly so considerate.

“Considering, I think you should go out while you can,” Colette said chuckling lightly.

Considering what?

“You do have a point. Okay. I will go.”

This is going to be hard.

“Okay, well I will take my leave now. I will meet you here later and we can carpool to the club. See you later!”

With that, I left Colette’s house and made my way home to get ready. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I was also excited too which is bad. Really bad.

Colette Smith (P.O.V.)

After Lisa left, I turned to Callum and smirked.

“Why did you do that? I do not want to go out with that girl alone. She is creepy.”

I laughed out loud and rolled on the bed.

“That is what you get for making me tolerate her on my own when she first came over. Now go start getting ready for your date with death.”

Callum groaned out loud and flopped himself onto the bed.

“I hate you so much for this. What if I tell her I have chickenpox or something. That is believable right? Or what if I tell her, you want me to stay in tonight because you feel emotional and that we are going through something.”

I could tell that Callum really did not want to go but there was just something about Lisa that makes you want to never tell her no. Maybe it is the fact that whenever she is rejected, she becomes so emotional she tells everyone that she is suicidal and literally does the most to be pitied. I mean, it works every time so I cannot complain. The girl knows how to play her cards right I give her that. There is also the instance where I feel like she knows she is unwanted around here the majority of the time that she is here because she can sense our negative energy so whenever we are about to make up an excuse to tell her no, we always feel super bad about it.

That is exactly what Callum was feeling right now.

“Come on. Do this for me, please? I have been making excuses not to be around her for months. I think it is about time we hang out with the poor girl. You know I would have gone out with you guys but considering that I am pregnant now I do not want to risk anything happening to me. Plus staying sober at a club all night while I am surrounded by delicious alcohol would be torture. I would not have fun at all.” I tried my best to convince Callum to go ahead and head to the club with Lisa.

I know I did not have to do much convincing because he was such a people pleaser, but I thought I would still do some persuading to make it less torturous on him. 

“Fine. Since you really want me to go out and get hammered then I guess I should do that. Although, I feel like you just secretly want to take advantage of me when I come home all drunk and incoherent.” Callum joked and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I chuckled and playfully smacked his arm.

“Why would I wait to do that, when I could just do it right now?” I asked him seductively.

He flipped over so now he was on his back, and I climbed on top of him so that I would be straddling him. I immediately felt him get hard beneath me. I bit my bottom lip slightly and began to move my hips slowly in a thrusting motion.

As I began to grind on him, he placed his hands on my hips and closed his eyes while he groaned out loud in pleasure.

"My gosh, you feel so damn good,” Callum said as he sat up and pressed his lips against my neck, sending chills throughout my body.

"I missed this," I whispered, "I am glad that you are here with me."

Callum raised his head and looked at me with much tenderness and fire. His eyes held so much fire it made me wonder how he got his eyes to burn like that when he looked at me. I wonder. Lowering to meet my gaze, his lips hover over mine, barely skimming along until he made me squirm on top of him.

"I am here, baby girl, tell me what you want." Callum whisper before his teeth captured my bottom lip as he began to suck on it. My nails raked down his back and I moaned out loud.

"I want us naked; I want you wrapped around me, and I want this to last all night," I said in an almost desperate tone of voice.

I am almost breathless as he ran his hand down my side and back up to capture my breast. His thumb grazes my n****e, and I feel the rumble in your chest when you feel it pebble under your touch.

"Hmmm, do you think you are ready for all that?" Callum asked, his voice is deep and sounds so sexy right now.

He snaked his tongue out of his mouth and began playing around my lips.

"Let us see, sweet girl if you want me as bad as you say."

Moving to the side, Callum’s hand moves up my leg and grips my knee, pushing it up and out. His fingers trail along my thigh and he grazes his knuckles across my satin-covered pu**y.

"Hot...check." Callum whisper against my cheek.

His fingers travel under the lace hem.

"Soft...check."

His lips are against my neck, nipping and kissing. My hips grind toward his probing thumb, as he palms my whole s*x. As his thumb slides inside, his teeth tug at my camisole, seeking my aching n****e.

"Soaking wet...gosh...check."

I feel his warm mouth on my n****e and as I cry out his fingers slide across my a*s while he finger f*cked me slowly with his thumb.

"Please, baby. I n-need"

I could not finish; I could not form words. Callum surrounded me, consuming my senses. I could not comprehend how he made this feel like it is our first time every time.

"OK, pretty baby," Callum said as he continued to f*ck me deep and slow.

 He set a rhythm that had me panting and clinging to his shoulders, moving my hips to capture him with each sliding thrust.

"I will give you what you want as soon as I am done here."

Nipping and sucking my n*pples, Callum presses a long finger against my a*s to match the movement to his thumb in my pu**y.

"I want you to c*m for me, sexy girl. I want you all soft and dreamy when I take you to bed and slide my c*ck deep into that hot little pu**y."

His voice was like gravel under silk, and I could feel it vibrate against my n*pples. I felt as though I am lifted on a wave, feeling my body pulse to the pace rhythm of his hands, his mouth.

My bottom lip was still tucked into my mouth because I just know that if I did not restrain myself, I would be making a lot of noise right now.

"C'mon, pretty baby, that is it. C*m for me, so I can slide between those soft pu**y lips and f*ck you. I am going to be so deep, baby. Can you feel it? That is, it baby...c*m for me sexy girl."

I arched and moaned, shaking with my release, unable to control my movements as Callum brought me back to earth slowly with whispers and kisses.

I curl into him as he scooped me up like a doll and placed me gently onto the bed.

"F*ck, you are a hot little thing."

In his prime, Callum’s voice continues to make me shiver. As he laid me down, with a soft smile playing on his lips and a wink, his hands skim under my shorts, pulling them off.

"Spread those thighs for me, baby. Show me how wet that silky pu**y is."

His eyes burn and melt as I run my fingers over my s*x, pulling my wetness across my cl*t.

"I am going to lick and kiss that cl*t until you c*m all over my tongue. Then I am going to turn you over and slide into your wet pu**y from behind so I can tease your n*pples when you c*m again and again on my c*ck."

As Callum unbuckled his belt, I tilted my head with a soft smile and whispered,

“Hmmm...do you think you are ready for all of that?"

Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)

I made up my mind that I will not seduce Callum tonight. Colette has always been an amazing friend to me and considering the fact that she is loaning me her boyfriend for the night so that I do not feel rejected and alone, speaks volumes about her character.

I stood in front of the mirror and inspected the outfit I chose for the night. I allowed my hair to stay loose in its natural state and went for a bit of a natural look. I wanted to have fun tonight and not constantly worry about if my makeup was beginning to look cakey due to the amount of sweat I might produce on the dance floor. Then there is also the instance of accidentally rubbing my makeup off on a complete stranger’s shirt.

I cringed as I recalled that painful night when it did happen. I would not want a repeat of that.

Anyway, my outfit for the night consisted of a bodycon sleeveless cut-out mini tank dress in all black and I paired it with black and white six-inch hooker heels. I am about to be the tallest b*tch in the club tonight.

I looked amazing.

I proceeded to take a couple of pictures before I left my house and made my way to Colette’s place.

When I got to Colette’s place, I called her on the phone to come to fetch me. I would never just waltzed into her yard because she owns multiple dogs, one of which is a Pitbull, and he is very scary.

Not even two minutes later, Colette showed up outside and we walked inside together into her bedroom. We both sat on the bed and watched Callum get ready. I cannot believe this boy is still getting dressed. I had to do my makeup, find something to wear, and make my way over here and he is still getting ready.

“How are you still getting dressed? I really did take my time to get ready for the club and I walked over here from home, in heels and you are still getting ready. How? Just how?” I asked him in disbelief.

“I am sorry, but beauty takes time to glow to which I am helping with. Also, we were a bit busy before you came over, so we lost track of time.”

I cannot hide the fact that jealousy and envy consumed me. I looked down to avoid any eye contact and I let my thoughts consume me. Oh, how I wish that was me. I wish he would make love to me the way he did to her. What I would give to have him on top of me just for one night.

Deciding I was silent for too long, I chuckled awkwardly and shook my head.

“It must be nice to have someone. I have not gotten any action in so long. I am beginning to think that I am a virgin again. Oh my gosh! What if I have forgotten how to moan? Like, what if I get some action tonight, and instead of moaning, I bark?” I asked in horror and they both laughed out loud at me.

“Lisa do not be daft. You will be fine. Any guy would be lucky to have you.” Colette said as she threw her body back onto the bed and closed her eyes.

I looked over to where Callum was standing. I am not sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me because I was staring at one place for too long, but I could have sworn that I saw Callum look at me and smirk through the mirror. I immediately looked away and suddenly became really interested in my nails. 

"Okay, I am ready if you are." Callum joked as he clapped his hand together and looked at me. 

I rolled my eyes and stood up. 

He walked over to Colette and kissed her goodbye which turned into a make-out session for a bit, then we left. 

Gosh, she is so lucky.