Passion in James County XIII
Nancy's Quest
By D.C. Roi
Chapter thirteen
On a Friday evening a few weeks later, Nancy sat in her living room trying to watch TV. She was home alone. Her husband had gone on a weekend hunting trip with some of his friends and her kids were enjoying a weekend visit with their grandparents.
As she stared at the images on the TV screen without seeing them, she tried to figure out why she was behaving the way she was and what she could do about it. Should she seek counseling? Should she find someone she could talk with? Should she try one of those women's support groups? She didn't know. She knew she ought to take some action, but for some reason she kept putting it off.
She did know that what she was doing was wrong, very wrong. "I've been acting like a slut...a...a wanton woman who with no morals. I'm jeopardizing my job, my marriage, everything. George and the kids deserve someone a lot better than me, that's for sure! What in the world is wrong with me? Why can't I stop this?" she thought. Her mind was filled with shame, embarrassment, and anger.
As she sat there, recalling some of the things she'd done, her body began to betray her. Desire began dueling with recriminations, and passion began to make it's unwelcome presence felt. The fact that she was turning herself on with her thoughts made her angry. "Damn it! I can't even figure out what to do without getting myself all wound up," she thought. "Oh, well, I might as well get ready for bed. No point in sitting here making things worse."
Even thought it was early, she went into her bedroom, took a shower, dried off and slid into a skimpy, silky teddy. She pulled back the covers and was just about to slip into bed when the doorbell rang.
"Who on earth could that be?" she wondered. She wasn't expecting anyone. "Did I mention to Lee or anyone that I was going to be alone?" she mused. No, she was sure she hadn't. She was proud of the fact that, after her slip with Ted Adamson, she put her plan back in action and had been able to stay away from the colleague she'd been having an affair with.
She walked to her closet, got a robe, slipped it on, then went to the front door and opened it. She was surprised to see Benny Morris standing on her porch, his face flushed.
"Hi, Mrs. Dillon," he said. "I...I hope you don't mind my coming over without calling first, but I...I needed to talk to you."
"Um...no...uh...that's all right, Benny," Nancy stammered. "No...nobody else is home and I...I was just about to go to bed." This was the last thing she needed. She was already half turned on, and the temptation she faced with Benny here wouldn't help her solve her problems. She didn't exactly understand why, but she knew that being alone with the young man was an even greater temptation for her than if it been Lee McGill or Ted Adamson at the door. Even though she knew she should tell her young neighbor to leave, she didn't.
"Come in, Benny," she said and stepped back, holding the door open. She watched as the young man walked by her, into the living room and took a seat on the sofa. He sat there, looking at her, his demeanor showing his nervousness.
Nancy closed the door, walked into the living room, and sat down in a chair facing Benny, carefully pulling her robe over her legs. "I wish I hadn't gotten undressed," she thought. "I'd feel a lot better if I had more clothes on." Her mind was spinning with memories of the wild afternoon when she seduced Benny. The memories began to evoke the wild feelings she'd experienced that day. It was the last thing she needed. She wished she had told the young man she couldn't talk with him tonight. "I wonder what he wants to talk about?" she wondered. But she wasn't kidding herself. She was sure she knew why Benny was there and felt passion begin glowing deep inside her. She chided herself silently. She couldn't allow herself to feel this excited about his presence.
Benny sat across the room, blushing furiously. He was growing more and more confused. He'd actually come over to try and talk with Mrs. Dillon about what happened between them. In the weeks after it happened, he couldn't get that day out of his mind. And he'd half convinced himself that, if he could talk to her, he might be able to help her. The problem was that now, sitting her in front of her, he couldn't stop thinking about what she looked like naked, and how it had felt to touch her. He had half a hard-on and his penis kept getting stiffer.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Benny?" Nancy asked.
"I...I was wondering if...if you were made at me or something," Benny replied. "You used to call me to come over and do stuff all the time. You...you haven't called me in...in weeks. Are...are you mad at me, Mrs. Dillon?"
Nancy shook her head. "No, Benny, I'm not angry with you," she replied. "You know, in a way, I'm glad you came over tonight. I should have had a talk with you long before this. What...what happened between us the other day was...was a mistake. I can never, ever, let that happen again. It...it wouldn't be fair to either one of us, Benny."
Benny knew that what she said was right. In fact, before he got here, he hoped he'd be able to help her figure that out. The problem was, now that he was here, and had seen her, he found that he wanted to make love to her again. Hearing her say she didn't want to hurt him. "But...I..." he stammered. Tears filled his eyes. "But we..."
Nancy cut him off before he could say anything more. "I'm sorry, Benny..." she said. She had to get this over with and get him out of there quickly, before she lost control and compounded the problems she already had. "You know I'm married. If my husband found out what you and I did, he'd divorce me and I could lose my kids. What happened between us that day - as nice as it was - was a mistake, a terrible mistake I just can't allow myself to make again."
"I won't tell..." Benny protested. "You know I haven't told anyone..."
The young man's plaintive reply tore at Nancy's insides. She could almost feel how much he was hurting and wanted to take him in her arms. "Oh, Benny, I know you won't tell anyone, but that doesn't matter," she said, trying to be firm. The desire to take him in her arms and hug and kiss his hurt away kept growing as she looked at him.
Tears were rolling down Benny's cheeks. He jumped to his feet, walked to the picture window that faced Nancy's backyard, and stood at it, sobbing softly.