CHAPTER 12
The days went by slowly as Matt did his best to avoid his cellphone. He’d check it once or twice a day and always roll his eyes at the 20 to 50 text messages that waited unread for him from Stephanie. He wouldn’t reply. He knew she was getting progressively angrier and perhaps that was for the best. Matt was the one who initiated these lustful feelings in her, it was only right if she hated him for ending it.
Sharon was a ghost around the house most of the week. She was out shopping for supplies for their camping trip, planning every moment of their week. It honestly probably would have been more fun, not that any part of this trip would be fun, and cheaper to just have planned to go to a hotel. From the bits and pieces Matt overheard when he went downstairs for food or drink, they were staying in luxury cabins and nothing of what they were doing sounded anything remotely close to camping.
Matt did overhear Sharon talking to Andrea, her daughter, on the phone. Apparently, Andrea and her family were coming, too. Matt didn’t mind. He had only met Andrea a handful of times. She seemed like a nice lady who also had a child early in life. With them there, it would keep a lot of the attention off of him, which he appreciated.
By Thursday, he knew Stephanie was on the verge of losing her mind. She was messaging him on every app Matt had on his phone. He was waiting for a letter to show up in the mail since that was the only way she hadn’t tried to reach out to him. Matt wasn’t a total dick. He responded a few times at the end of each day, reiterating that he thought there should be some time and distance between them for now. It did nothing to quell her pursuit.
It was early Thursday afternoon when everything came to a head. He had shut himself in his room for four straight days. Even his casual friends wondered about him. He wasn’t going out with his friends to play pickup flag football or going to parties, which wasn’t too strange, but still his friends were used to seeing him. All that plus, he found his own will power waning. Matt questioned why he was holding out on Stephanie. I could meet up with her and just keep it a secret. We were caught before because we weren’t careful.
He did his best in the previous days to keep his jacking off to a minimum, but the knowledge alone that he had this wildly attractive, all-access pass available to him just a car ride away was the biggest aphrodisiac. It was only when his defenses were at the lowest point that he remembered when Amy had told him.
‘Come to me if you’re horny, not my daughter,’ she had made Matt promise. He hadn’t seriously considered it until that moment. What’s the worst that could happen from sending a text?
Matt
‘Hey it’s Matt. Stephanie keeps texting me. We haven’t hung out or anything yet, but I don’t know how long I can keep her away.’
Matt texted and waited. It had been months since they last texted another. Matt didn’t even know if Amy had his number.
Amy
‘Come to my work. ASAP.’
Matt looked at the clock and cursed himself, not realizing till then that it was 1:00pm and Amy was still at work. He knew she worked for a well- respected law firm, but she wasn’t a lawyer. Her title was something along the lines of Senior Paralegal or something. He almost replied with a text apologizing, but he received another from Amy with her address and a command to be there in 15 minutes.
Matt jumped up and was in his car driving within 60 seconds, more concerned of making it there in time than what he would say or do once there. He parked his car with a minute to spare. He had always imagined her work being in a high rise downtown. A great building with offices on the 30th floor. Instead, it was a two-story office park. Still impressive but less intimidating, which Matt appreciated.
Matt
‘I’m outside in the parking lot’ Amy
‘Come inside to the waiting area.’ Matt
‘Seriously?’
Matt didn’t get a reply. He almost bolted at this point. He really didn’t want to be seen inside. Even though it would be perfectly acceptable for a stepson to be visiting a stepmother at work, it felt… wrong for him to do so.
Matt sat uncomfortably in a heavy oak chair that, like most of the waiting room, had a deep and dark varnish finish to it. The room was well lit, but due to the professional paintings on the wall, dark wood walls, and the fact that there weren’t any windows in the law offices, the room was quite dark. It was intimidating and made Matt feel extremely excited.
He wore his usual ratty old jeans and a t-shirt. Glancing every few minutes over the top of the broad and tall reception desk, the cute assistant would occasionally look up from her computer and make eye contact and give a polite smile before returning to what she was typing. I should just bolt out of here. Nothing about this feels like a good idea.
Just before he could get a message to his legs to stand and make a break for the exit. A door opened from near the reception desk and a flood of suited
men poured out. They shook hands and said their farewells. As most of them parted for the exit, Matt could see a lone female among them buried behind the tall shoulders of the others. Amy was looking more professional than she’d ever appeared before.
She wore a dark gray blouse that covered her tattoos along her arm and a matching skirt with black high heels. Her shirt was kept button closed just enough to cover the other tattoo she had that protruded up the top of her breast.
The neck of her shirt was still left open just enough for the line of ample cleavage to be seen.
“You must be Amy’s stepson, Matt is it? I’m Robert.” A pot belly man lumbered over to him with his hand extended. The others had left, which just left Amy, Robert, and Matt.
“Ye-yes,” Matt said, trying to stand to shake his hand but unable to tell from how close Robert closed in on him.
“I thought so,” Robert said. Amy stood silently behind him with a polite smile on her face as the two met. “Amy’s told me so much about you. Sounds like you’ve got quite a decision to make.” If Matt was having a normal summer, he’d know Robert was talking about his fast approaching college deadline but due to him having the most unusual summer he’s been having, Matt’s immediate reaction was to freeze and his face to go beet red.
“Both schools are good schools,” Amy chimed in from behind Robert. Her arms crossed. Matt instantly relaxed.
Of course, my stepmom’s boss wasn’t discussing his current and unusually absurd dilemma of whether or not to have sex with his step sister or stepmother.
“Let me just muddy the waters here for you then,” Robert said, swiping at his brow under his receding hairline. “I got my undergrad at Indiana University and it was an excellent school. I highly recommend it.”
“Oh, okay, thanks,” Matt said.
“Excuse me, sorry,” the receptionist leaned over the desk, some searching for Robert’s eyes. He looked her way. “That phone conference is about ready for you. We’re just waiting for Erickson.”
“Ah yes, thanks Cindy,” Robert said. He took Matt’s hand again giving it a firm shake before looking back to Amy. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Amy raises a clipboard and a small stack of papers she had in her hand. “I’ll get started on Brodecker’s notes. Should be ready for you by tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Amy,” Robert said, disappearing back inside the door he came from.
“Come on, you,” Amy nodded her head with a grin. Matt follows her through the same door. There was a long corridor with several offices ranging from small to large on either side. Each looked similar to the reception area. Bland and professional looking, with dark shades of wood and paintings of people and places.
Matt followed Amy into an office and she closed the door behind them. It wasn’t a large office, but it was big enough. A desk, a couple of chairs, and a few filing cabinets. Trying to sound more comfortable and at ease than he really was Matt spoke as he sat, “wow, I didn’t realize how big a deal you were here. Nice office.”
Amy laughed some as she fell back in her chair, putting her papers in a drawer. “If you think this is nice, set your major to pre-law and you’ll love the offices actual lawyers get.” Matt smiled nervously. He felt like an unprepared kid sitting across from his boss, about to be scolded. Nothing had even really been said, and he was already humiliated. “So you’ve hung out with Stephanie.”
The way Amy said it, so a matter of fact, it worried him. Even though he knew he hadn’t, he had to run through his memory to confirm. His step
mother’s certainty scared him. “No- no, I didn’t. I haven’t! Not since we- you told me not to.”
“That’s not what she said,” Amy said, eyeing him.
“She did?” Matt made a face, trying to understand. He didn’t know what to say, she obviously wouldn’t believe anything he said if Stephanie had lied and said they had already. “I didn’t, I swear!” Matt pulled his phone from his pocket. “Look, see? All these texts from her. And I don’t reply or just reply saying no and friends and stop. See?”
“Okay, okay,” Amy finally interrupted his panicked rambling. “I believe you. Stephanie didn’t actually say that to me. I just wanted to be sure.”
Matt sighed, clutching his chest, “Jesus…” Amy took Matt’s phone and helped herself through his and Stephanie’s texts.
Amy made a face and sighed as she tossed his phone back across the desk.
“Well, I made a deal with you…” she said, almost to herself. She stood, walking over to the door. She twisted the lock then pulled her hair out of the bun it was in, shaking it free.
Again, Matt found himself at a loss for where he was and what he should be doing. Amy slid out of her pencil skirt, revealing her thick creamy thighs with the familiar tattoos crisscrossing from the back to the inner thighs. However, this time his eyes didn’t seem to break from her black fishnet leggings that stretched just shy of where her legs met.
“Are you going to take your pants off or what?” Amy asked flatly. Matt hopped as if he was just given an order. Matt had stepped out of his jeans and was debating removing his boxers when Amy cornered him on the desk. His butt leaned against the desk as Amy pressed her lips against his and their tongues pressed against another.