This last weekend was a surprise for me, the first time I'd "done" a married man (though god knows I've looked at 'em in the past!).This last weekend was a surprise for me, the first time I'd "done" a married man (though god knows I've looked at 'em in the past!). When it was all through, though, he could say he'd still been (mostly) faithful. I threw this small party for a dozen or so friends Friday night, sort of a kickoff for the July 4 weekend. John came up from The City, on his way to the Sierras for a weekend's backpacking, something his wife never really liked. I think she went home to mother, or somesuch. Anyhow, the party went late, and when it was breaking up, John asked if he could stay on the sleeper in the living room, rather than try to drive on at night to a dark campground. I said sure. John and I made up the sleeper and then I went to take a shower. When I came out, in my robe, he was in the bed and reading. I said goodnight and turned to head for my bedroom when he made some funny comment about what he'd just read. I laughed too, and went over to see more. When he showed me the article, I recognized it and we started talking. I was soon sitting on the side of his bed, listening and watching. As I looked I realized what a real cutie he really was--all that dark hair, the strong shoulders (all I could see of his body), and those great teeth that showed when he smiled. I got to thinking what a great find his wife had. Then, somehow, he made some gesture and his hand ended up on my leg--and I really don't know how to explain this, but my hand suddenly went there on top of his. He looked at me funny and gave me a gentle squeeze as he tried to pull away, which I returned. He smiled and said, "Ann, I can't. Really." You know, The Speech. I just murmured and bent down to kiss him. Of course, the robe fell open and of course his hand went inside it and about halfway through the kiss I knew we were in trouble. |