"Oh, my God, I almost forgot to take the DVD out before my kids got home," I thought to myself as I raced to take it out as they walked in from the bus. I slipped it back in its case and put it under my pillow before they came skipping up the walk.
I could hardly remember what I had done the rest of the day after Amber went. I had daydreamed about kissing her, about kissing Becky, all afternoon as I did the laundry, cleaned the kitchen, gardened. I had caught myself caressing my nipples in the shower, had even used the handheld shower massager for a little relief but had merely stayed aroused. Did I eat lunch? I couldn't recall.
The usual afternoon whirlwind of snacks, homework, cooking dinner, getting the girls back in from the yard and washed for dinner kept me too busy to think about Amber the rest of the afternoon. So much so that I had almost forgotten she was coming when the doorbell rang at 5:30. "Mom!" called Mimi from the door. "Someone named Amber's here for dinner!!!"
I grabbed a towel and dried my hands on the way to the door. She took my hand in hers and the touch was like an electric shock. It was all either of us could do to let go on the way in to the dining room.
"Wine?" I asked as I directed her to Bob's chair.
"Sure." She grinned. "Anything."
I got down the Merlot and two glasses. Amber started chatting with Mimi and Ellie like she'd been friends with them forever. I guessed Becky had given her a briefing, because she knew all about their respective bears, what grades they were in, their favorite movies and books. They were only too happy to talk with "Aunt Becky's" friend, even though it had been six months since they had seen her. I admit I was a little tongue-tied, especially when Amber would give me a little wink every so often.
"Who's going to help Amber get the guest bed ready?" I asked as we cleared the table. Both girls zoomed down the hall, arguing over who was going to lend her a bear and which quilt and which towel to give her. Amber and I sped through the dinner cleanup in no time. Although each time we would bump into each other time stopped for a few seconds as we stared into each other's eyes. I didn't dare kiss her for fear one of the girls would run in just then.
Bedtime was prolonged almost beyond endurance. Each of the girls wanted "Aunt Amber" to read to her, of course, so she read half a chapter of The Hobbit to Mimi and Fox in Sox to Ellie. Finally the last glass of water was fetched, the last night light adjusted just so, and we retired to the living room sofa to talk quietly and sip Bailey's Irish Cream. It was almost like old times with Becky, except of course that I knew what I really wanted to do was to wrestle her to the floor and make love to her.
Finally the clock chimed 10, and we had decided, reluctantly, to sleep in separate beds, and I was lightly kissing her on the cheek at her door. I put on my nightshirt, changed my panties, brushed my teeth. As I slipped into bed, I found the DVD case and decided to watch it again. I got the laptop off the desk and took it to my bed, slipped it in. Oh. My. God. There was another video on the disk that was only accessible on the computer. I started it.
