Alice was an attractive young 25 year-old blond with a body to die for. She was married to John—a handsome 29 year-old banker who gave her everything she wanted, except really pleasing her in bed. She was a very dutiful wife, and she always faked her orgasms with John. They went through the motions of sex, but John always came prematurely inside her and then immediately rolled over and went to sleep, no matter how sexy she dressed or how slutty she acted for him.
Alice loved John so much but her sex life was dull. Sex with John almost always left her unsatisfied—wanting. She was home cleaning the house when she received a fateful call on her mobile phone. Alice answered the phone automatically, thinking it was John wanting something.
"Hi, John, what did you forget this time?" Alice asked, but the voice on the other end wasn't John.
"I'm not John; it's Teddy from high school. Is that Alice Dale there?" the unknown voice announced. Alice caught herself thinking: Who in the hell is Teddy? Her maiden name was Dale, but she was now married, so she corrected the caller.
"Yes, but it's now Alice Kennedy. Who are you again, and where did you say you know me from?" Alice inquired, because she just could not remember who she went to high school with as it was so many years ago.
"My name is Ted Marks. I was in most of your classes, and I was the son of Miss Marks, your favorite teacher. She still talks about you as her best student she ever had," Ted answered. Alice slowly realised who he was because Miss Marks had helped her to her the job of her dreams. Alice remembered Teddy as a hanger-on of a group who she was the leader of.
"Oh, I remember now. You're Teddy. Weren't you in the same group of hangers-on in high school? A bit of a nerd too?" Alice didn't intend to sound so rude over the phone, but she found that's all she knew of him. Her mind went back to high school, but of her friends she had back then, most of them she still knew. However, Ted was still a mystery to her.
"You want meet up for a coffee" Alice queried. Within milliseconds of asking, Ted excitedly blurted out: "Yeah, how about 12 tomorrow in this little coffee shop I found the other day? It's just off Main Street. Not too busy."
Work was not a problem for Alice because she ran the office and she named her own hours. She wondered how Ted had found her favorite coffee shop, as well as who gave him her phone number. As Alice continued to clean the house, she kept drifting off to the idea of what Ted actually looked like.
John came home late, dumped his jacket on the back of the sofa, sat down, and immediately went online, browsing the Internet and replying to his e-mails. After spending a few lonely hours in her own company, Alice went off to bed. John remained fixated on his computer, and Alice reckoned he would come to bed in his own time. Alice began to think about meeting up with Teddy that next day before she soon fell asleep.
The morning soon came, and it was 7 a.m. John was out at work and would be back late again. Alice took her time. She ran a nice hot bath to treat herself to a long soak, and then washed her natural blond hair, of which she was very proud, before slowly and deliberately patting herself dry with a luxuriously thick, thirsty towel.
She went to her wardrobe and picked a black skirt suit as it flattered her curves; she slipped on a pink bra and g-string, along with a pair of white stockings and garters. Alice looked the picture of a top-level executive of a top firm, which she was. She put on a pair of black 3-inch heels before walking downstairs to leave for work.
Time seemed to drag for Alice. 12 o'clock felt like it would never come.
"I'm going out for a long business lunch with a new client. I don't know exactly when I will be back, so tell my other clients that we'll have to reschedule," Alice told her personal assistant. Walking around to the nearby coffee shop took less than a minute. She sat down and the waiter soon came over and asked: "The usual Alice?"
Alice answered, "Yes, please." Sipping her coffee while waiting for Ted, she took note of the many young men who were coming and going in the coffee shop. She looked at her watch again and again. It was well past 12, and going on 1 o'clock. Alice picked up her cold coffee to leave, and a dashing, hot young man came in. Alice thought: I would have him in a second if I weren't married.
The young man walked straight over to her and asked, "Is that Alice Dale?"
Alice was lost for words. She just waved him over.
