In this script, the main character is a sexy, single, mature woman, and the audience is her best friend's 18-year-old son, who she has been having an affair with for several months.
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Okay, don't panic. Just breath. He's going to be here any minute. You can get through this.
[Door knock or Doorbell rings.]
Oh God! There he is. What am I going to say? I guess I should just tell him the truth and see what happens. I just hope he doesn't freak out on me.
[Opens door.]
Hello, sweetie. Please, come in. I'm so glad you were able to come over so quickly.
[Closes door.]
Look, there's something I need to tell you—OH!
[He kisses you. You moan in pleasure before pulling away.]
Wait! Wait, please. I didn't call you over for that. I . . . I have something important to tell you.
[Worried] Yes, it's serious! I . . . Look, these past few months have been the most magical time of my life, and I've loved every second of it. I mean, the sex has been . . . [exhale] absolutely incredible, but for your sake, we need to stop seeing each other.
No—look, you don't need to know why! You just need to understand that we can't . . .
[Sigh] Okay, you deserve to know the truth. Just . . . don't be upset, okay?
The thing is . . . I'm pregnant, and you're the father.
No, you didn't do anything wrong, okay? I was the adult in this relationship. Well, we're both adults, but I was the one who should have known better.
Yes, I know that we used protection, but it doesn't always work 100% of the time.
It's okay. Everything is going to be fine. I have a great job and plenty of money. I have everything I need to care of a child on my own, but you, you're only 18. You have your whole life ahead of you. You should be going off to college and fulfilling your own dreams. After all, you'll probably meet some slutty girl on campus and forget all about me. I mean, who am I to stand in the way of—what?
Your—Your only dream is to be with me?
What are you doing? Why are you getting down on your knee? You—You can't be serious. Are you—Are you asking me to marry you?
I—I'm flattered, really. To think that a young, hot guy like you would ever be interested in marrying an old—but, no, I can't. What would the neighbors think? What about your parents? I'm your mother's best friend, for god's sake! If they found out about this, they'll be furious!
You—You don't care? You say you love me . . . with all of your heart and soul . . . and you know I love you, too.
You think we've become inseparable these past few months . . . and this pregnancy is a sign that the two of us are meant to be together . . . that's so sweet.
Oh, but you're still so young! How can you even know if what you're feeling is real? We need to think rationally about this—Oh!
[Gasp] Oh! Don't kiss my belly like that! It's making me . . . Oh!
[Moan] Oh, and now you're trailing kisses up my stomach . . . a stomach that will only grow bigger with your love child inside it!
[Moan] Now you're kissing my breasts, which will eventually begin to swell with milk . . . Oh!
[Moan] Now you're kissing my neck . . . Oh! I shouldn't . . . we need to . . . stop . . . but I . . .
[Moaning and kissing while still trying, in vain, to resist]