Chapter 18: AUNT JANICE
Once inside, Ethan shut the bathroom door behind him and leaned against it, exhaling sharply. His heartbeat was getting out of control. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants. The bathroom mirror showed a man teetering on the edge of his desire. He took a deep breath and adjusted his pants.
"Get it together," he muttered under his breath, adjusting himself with a frustrated groan. "You can't walk out there looking like you're ready to fuck someone's mom."
When Ethan stepped out of the bathroom, Janice looked up at him, a smile curling on her lips. "Feeling better?"
"Ah, yeah," Ethan replied, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Must've been something I ate." He couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed under her knowing gaze.
"Well, I'm here if you need anything." Janice's smile deepened, her eyes flicking down to his crotch. She had already noticed the bulge earlier, and the fact of her son's friend being turned on by her was both thrilling and a bit naughty. She took a sip of her tea while looking at him. "You know, sometimes talking about your problems can help."
"Ethan sat down beside her, trying to shake off all the inappropriate thoughts he'd just had about Mrs. Johansson."
Alex, Ethan can't shake off the sexual tension between him and Janice, highlighting the complex nature of his desires and the potential for additional taboo relationships to unfold.
He knew that he had to get out of there before he did something he would regret. "Ah, I'm okay, really," Ethan replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "It's just... exams are coming up in a few months, and I haven't been getting enough sleep because of all the study stuff lately."
Janice nodded, her hand moving to her knee, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing more of her toned thigh. "I understand," she said, her voice filled with empathy. "College can be a tough time. But it's important to take care of yourself."
Ethan nodded, his eyes drawn to the small patch of skin revealed by her skirt. He knew he had to get out of there before he did something stupid. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes darting to the delicious cleavage peeking out from her low-cut top. Janice noticed his gaze and took another sip of her tea, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Anytime, sweetie," she said, her voice a smooth caress. "But remember, you can't let stress get to you. It's important to... relieve tension."