Amber Fargo sat in her living room, feeling a lot of guilt about the fact that she had slept with Bobby Draper, a boy the same age as her son, her son's best friend, in fact. But she was struggling with her feelings of guilt because Bobby was a wonderful lover. He had awakened feelings in Amber she never knew existed. And, as she sat there, recalling the hours of passion she'd shared with the young man, a shudder of delight raced through her. But then shame once more began to intrude on her thoughts.
"I know what Bobby and I did is wrong. I have to make sure it never, ever happens again," she thought. "I never should have let it start in the first place. After all, I am an adult. It was my responsibility to keep things from getting out of control. If Al ever finds out what I did with Bobby, what will he think? What will he do? I better put an end to this. I have to!"
She tried watching TV, but found it boring. She was tired, so she went upstairs, and took a shower. After she dried herself off she slid into a skimpy, silky teddy. She pulled down the bed covers and was about to sip into bed when the doorbell rang.
"Who on earth could that be at this hour?" she wondered. She walked to her closet, got a robe, slipped into it, then went to the front door and opened it. Bobby Draper stood there smiling, his face flushed.
"Hi, Mrs. Fargo," he said. "I...I hope you don't mind that I stopped. I know it's late, but I was walking by on the way home from the mall and I saw your lights were on, so..." He shrugged.
"Um...no...uh...its all right," Amber stammered. "Come in, Bobby." She held the door open.
Bobby walked into the living room and took a seat on the sofa.
Amber closed the front door. Then she walked into the living room and sat down in a chair facing the young man, carefully pulling her robe over her legs. Her mind was awhirl with memories of what he and she had done, and those memories evoked strong emotions. She once more made sure her robe was tightly closed. The problem was, deep inside her, warmth had begun to glow, and she was very, very aware of it.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Fargo. I didn't realize you were getting ready for bed," Bobby said. "I...I probably shouldn't have stopped, but..."
"It's OK, Bobby," Amber said. "I'm happy to see you." She took a deep breath. Could she tell him she wanted to end their affair? She didn't want to hurt him. Or was that the real reason she felt hesitant to bring the subject up?
Bobby watched the Mrs. Fargo, saw that she was lost in thought, and wondered what she was thinking.
Memories of how wonderful the young man sitting across the room from her made her feel swirled through Amber's mind. "Amber, you have to stop thinking like that. You know what you have to do. He's here; it's as good a time as any to tell him. You ought to do it," she told herself sternly.
She looked across the room at Bobby and once again she felt her resolve to end their affair waver. She had an urge to go to him, take him in her arms and hug and kiss him. But she fought against that urge.
Bobby sat there, watching Mrs. Fargo, waiting for her to say what she obviously wanted to say.
Amber took a deep breath. "Bobby, I...I think we...I...we can't ever...do...what...what we...what we did the...the other day again," she stammered. She got up, walked to the large picture window that looked out on her back yard, and stared out into the darkness. She was unable to look at Bobby. When she did, her resolve weakened.
Bobby was surprised by her statement. "Are...are you sure, Mrs. Fargo?" he asked.
Keeping her back to him, Amber nodded. "Yes," she said. "I...I really do think it's for the best if we stop, don't you?"
Bobby got up, walked across the room, put his hand on Amber's shoulder and turned her so she was facing him. "No, I don't think it's for the best," he said, "and I don't think you really do, either. Do you really believe that?"
Amber gazed at Bobby and felt her heart racing. Their faces were inches apart; hers upturned, looking at him. Her hands lay on his hips. She remained silent at him for a few minutes, trying to find words to respond. "I...I..." she began.
"I don't believe you mean it," Bobby said. "I think you want to do it again, don't you?" He decided action, not words, were what was needed. He bent, covered her lips with his, slid his arms around her, and pulled her against him.
Longing swept away Amber's intentions when she felt Bobby's lips pressing against hers. He was right; she really didn't want to stop. She'd been crazy to think she did! Her arms slid around him, tightened, and squeezed him against her. Her lips parted and her tongue slid into his mouth, seeking and probing. It was met; delightfully; by his. Yearning began to take control.
"Yessss!!!" she thought as forbidden, wonderful feelings once again roared to life inside her.
Bobby's hands moved to the belt that held Mrs. Fargo's robe shut, loosed it, then he pushed the robe down off her shoulders.
Amber lowered her arms and let the robe whisper to the floor.
"You're so pretty, Mrs. Fargo!" Bobby said reverently. He cupped her breasts through the silken teddy.
"Please!" Amber begged, trembling, "Oh, Bobby, yesss!" When the lad's fingers brushed her erecting nipples, rapturous sensations rocked her and her legs went weak. "Ohhhh!!!" she moaned. She wanted him! She needed him! "Come on!" She took his hand and led him toward her bedroom.
Trembling with anticipation, Bobby went with the lovely woman.
