Thursday, March 18, 2004
Andrea* didn't know what to expect. David* was only stopping by on his way to work to pick up a tape she had made for him. Through conversations when she had on occasion stopped by her husband's company, she found that she and David (an employee of her husband's) enjoyed the same types of music -- music that her husband detested. And, there was a group that she thought David might like to hear, so she offered to record a tape for him.
Although Andrea was nine years older, and the boss's wife, she couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt for David, but she had no idea if he had any interest in her whatsoever. He was married as well, with a small son, and seemed a happy-go-lucky twenty-four year old with his whole life ahead of him. To any outside observer, they seemed to be total opposites. And, she felt like such a fool for even entertaining these sorts of thoughts.
That morning, Andrea was acting like a silly schoolgirl. Giddy with anticipation, she spent hours debating over what to wear, how to do her hair, how much make-up was too much, even how she should act, and feeling foolish for even considering the dangerous thoughts that were racing through her mind.
When David arrived, he had brought a CD for her to borrow so she could make a tape for herself of one of his favorite bands, and they went into the den to listen to the CD and talk for a while. She sensed that her pale complexion was giving her away as she felt the blood rising in her face, and felt her extremities turning ice cold, as her body began burning hot, all at the same time. But, it seemed, he hadn't even noticed, as he chattered on about this and that.
That's when she realized she had been acting so foolish. What would this younger guy see in her anyway? They were friends, nothing more; friends who liked the same kind of music, and who happen to have met because he worked for her husband. How stupid she felt for even considering the possibilities.
And, when she had finally composed herself, brought herself back into the real world, and brushed all the foolish thoughts from her mind, that's when their eyes met and, immediately, she just knew.
A moment later, his lips were on hers and she was swept away in the passion that had been building all morning. Knowing this was wrong; she couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, and definitely didn't want to stop. Right there, in the floor of the house that she and her husband owned, with one of her husband's employees, she had some of the wildest, most passionate, sex she had experienced in years. And, then, it was time for him to leave for work. How was that for irony?
Did Andrea come to her senses after that one afternoon's rencontre sexuelle? Are you kidding? David was amazing! She wasn't about to give up something like that so easily. And, so began an affair that lasted for over a year, until her husband was transferred to another city.
Did Andrea take a new lover in the new city? No! She would never again take another lover to her bed. Her body may once again belong to her husband, but her heart will always belong to David.
to protect the "guilty"
current mood: Misty
current music: ?????
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