A mother's love

Chapter 11

Thinking about her time with Brian in the storeroom made Brenda far too restless to sleep. She sat at her kitchen table until well into the night trying to understand her body's reaction to the physical intimacy that she had enjoyed with him. She shouldn't have become aroused, she had kissed Brian only to facilitate kidnapping him, she hadn't done it because of any physical attraction toward him that she'd felt.

The next day Brenda waited for Brian to come to her classroom after school in anxious anticipation. She was afraid of her body reacting the same way again and wasn't sure if she could take him back into the storeroom given how uncomfortable her arousal had made her feel. Her anxiety dissipated when Brian arrived at her classroom from the library in the afternoon. She led him into the storeroom and kissed him without apprehension. His kissing was already much better, which helped Brenda to feel more comfortable. She wanted them to proceed slowly that afternoon, to give them time to grow used to how being intimate with each other made them feel. Not long after they'd started kissing she felt seeping wetness between her legs and Brian's erection made its appearance. Unlike the previous day his erection wasn't horizontal and forceful, rather it was vertical and benign; Brenda surmised that Brian had prepared for their time together in the storeroom by tucking his penis under the elastic of his underpants. She wasn't surprised by their mutual arousal like she had been the previous day and she was able to proceed with him without becoming overwhelmed.

She spent none of her time with him in the storeroom thinking about what she was doing with him as being merely a means to an end. When she was with him she felt a profound reinvigoration travelling through her body that pushed all of her thoughts far to the back of her mind. They didn't speak to each other anymore; for days Brenda got no information from him about his mother or his home life. He would come to her classroom, follow her into her storeroom and they would kiss until he left for home. Over time Brenda allowed for greater intimacy between them. She held Brian closer and tighter, guided his hands to parts of her body that he didn't have the confidence to reach out for on his own. The restraint that she had imposed on herself began to erode. She kissed Brian with increasing passion; she once guided his hand down to the back of her thigh for him to lift it up so she could pull him closer and feel his erection pressing harder against her.

At night she missed him, and she worried about him more than she had before they'd started meeting in her storeroom. She went back to driving to his house late at night and parking just down the street from it. While sitting in her car she had to fight the urge to get out, walk to the window of the only room in the house where the light was on and tap on it, certain that it was the window in Brian's room that she was looking at. Her reasons for wanting to take him had changed, in addition to wanting to take him to rescue him from his mother she wanted to be able to be with him without the many constraints that were presently upon them that were causing her to become increasingly irrational. Brian walked out of the house one night carrying a pair of garbage bags to leave at the curb and without giving any thought to her actions Brenda flashed her headlights at him.

"What are you doing here?" He jumped into the passenger seat and asked her with benign curiosity.

"I came because...I wanted to be close to you," She answered honestly, placing her hand gently on his cheek.

She could see in Brian's face that he wasn't quite sure what to make of her confession.

"Is your mother asleep?"

"Yeah, she went to bed early, I left a plate of food for her in the microwave in case she wakes up in the middle of the night hungry."

"More oily food?"

"Yeah."

"I thought I told you..."

"We can't afford it. I have to do the best I can with what we have and we don't have much."

"I'm sorry; I wasn't thinking."

"That's okay, you were just being caring."

They sat in the car together in silence, looking into each other's eyes. It was a moment of absolute purity; Brenda was too absorbed in the beauty of it to conceive of kissing him just then.

"I had this silly idea of coming and knocking on your window so you could let me into your room," she said.

"You can come in if you want; my mother's fast asleep, she won't hear us."

"No, we're not ready for that just yet, and besides, just seeing you and knowing that you're okay is enough."

After saying this to him they did kiss, and for the first time she didn't experience any sexual arousal. Nothing about what they were doing felt the least bit illicit to her anymore. She was in love with him.