Cougar's Cheat Day

By Alana Church

Kendall Fisher isn't happy. The sexy cougar just broke up with her boyfriend and wants to lose some weight. Luckily, the good-looking college student next door will provide a handy distraction. An afternoon in bed will satisfy a different sort of hunger, and burn off some calories in hot, sweaty sex. Neighbors become lovers on the "Cougar's Cheat Day!"

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Across the way, a light flashed on upstairs in Kendall Fisher’s house. Scott stared at it absently, his mind a thousand miles away.

Until, that is, the curtains parted, and his smoking-hot MILF neighbor appeared, clad only in a white terrycloth robe.

Scott’s mouth fell open. Since Kendall Fisher had moved in about three years ago, he couldn’t remember a single time he had ever see the inside of her house. Certainly not her bedroom. Like most people, and especially most single women, she didn’t seem too fond of the idea that anyone who wanted could take a look inside. But now the curtains were wide open. The angle was wrong for him to see the bed, but he could see the glow of a lamp in one corner, and what looked to be some artwork hanging from the walls.

And Kendall of course. The older woman stared pensively out into the night, her face soft, without the tense edge that always seemed to linger in the corners of her eyes and mouth whenever she and Scott happened to speak. Was she sad? Happy? Simply tired?

No. No way.

But she was. Scott watched, open-mouthed, as Kendall untied the belt of her robe. It hung open, exposing her stomach and then, gloriously, the incredible curves of her large breasts. A shrug, and it fell off her shoulders, and she was naked from the waist up.

Damn. She’s incredible. Kendall’s breasts were even larger than he’d thought. But obviously real, not a pair of bolt-ons that she’d had installed by a plastic surgeon, like a guy overcompensating for a small dick by getting a lift-kit put into his pick-up. Not droopy and saggy, but firm and proud.

Scott was suddenly, achingly erect inside his shorts. At that moment, all he wanted was to be in the same room with Kendall, to hold her womanly body in his arms, to be able to feel the heft of her breasts in his hands.

And that feeling only intensified when his sexy neighbor began to touch herself. It started slow, with a hand rising, fingers whispering the outside curve of one gorgeous breast. But soon she was squeezing it firmly, rhythmically, and her other hand slid down her stomach. Scott couldn’t see what she was doing, but when her eyes closed and her lips parted in a moan he could almost hear, it wasn’t too hard to figure out.

God. I wish I was there. Through his shorts, he was holding his own erection. The heel of his hand ground down on his staff, sparking pleasure.

And then Kendall’s eyes opened, and it seemed that their gazes locked, across thirty yards of muggy Iowa air.

Scott panicked, almost falling out of his chair. Shit! Can she see me?! She has to be able to see me, right? I’m right here! Oh, God, I’m dead!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jul 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463776711

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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Cougar’s Cheat Day

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2021 Alana Church

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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Chapter 1

What’s the use of learning from your mistakes, Kendall Fisher thought morosely, staring at her yogurt parfait, when you don’t actually have the willpower to stick to what you know is best for you? It’s like my life is a GIF. The same thing, over and over again.

Another woman walked by her chair in the crowded lunchroom, paused, and then slid into the seat opposite her. Dieting again, Kendall?

Hey, June. Kendall summoned an unfelt smile for one of her work friends. Yeah. I kind of fell off the wagon over the last month or so. And now my outfits are reminding me that you can’t eat like a pig and expect your clothes to fit. She grimaced. So now I’m paying the price.

June smiled briefly and laid out her own meal – a chicken wrap and fresh fruit. A few seats away, some of the IT guys had gone in for tacos and burritos from the little Tex-Mex place on the corner. Kendall’s mouth watered at the tantalizing smell. It won’t take long, she found herself saying. Eight pounds, maybe ten. I’ll be able to get back where I want to be in a month, six weeks at the most.

And then? June’s voice was sympathetic. I’ve watched you bounce on and off diets like they’re a trampoline ever since you started here, Kendall. Why can’t you be happy with your body the way it is? I mean, I know we’re not besties, and it’s your business, not mine. But constantly obsessing about how much you weigh when you have so many other good qualities can’t be healthy for you.

Kendall shrugged, and dug a spoonful of yogurt and chopped strawberries out of the plastic container. What qualities? Because when I get to feeling the way I do now, all I can see are the numbers on the scale.

You boyfriend must have some reason to be with you, June’s grin became downright naughty. Maybe you should ask him.

Kendall’s answering smile felt like cold oatmeal on her face. I would, if we were still together. But we broke up about a month ago. She didn’t need to explain to June that her recent eating binge corresponded exactly with when Anderson had told her that he wasn’t interested in making their relationship a long-term one. Instead, he had suggested, with an off-hand flippancy that made her seethe, that perhaps they weren’t as good a fit for each other as she had hoped.

The younger woman nodded immediate understanding. Oh, Kendall. June’s hand touched hers in mute sympathy. I’m sorry. You didn’t say anything. Did you? I’m sure I would have remembered.

No, no, it’s okay. She spooned up another bite, not wanting to meet her friend’s eyes. I didn’t want for it to sound like I was looking for attention. Other women have break-ups, too. And the guys here, too, I guess. They don’t make a big production out of it. Why should I?

Well, I think Anderson is a nitwit for letting you go. June snorted. And what sort of name is that? Anderson Brooke-Taylor, she mocked. He sounds like he should be running a private boys’ school in Connecticut, or maybe planning on knocking down the local community center so he can build a golf course. June took a bite of her chicken wrap, her eyes considering. Or maybe just working at a second-rate private equity firm. You know? The kind that sends you ten spam e-mails ten times a day?

Kendall snickered weakly, surprised at the sting in her eyes. It wasn’t easy to laugh these days, after yet another failure. She was nearly forty, and with nothing to show from her life but a series of short-term