Betty groaned, feeling the slippery slide of her walls against one another. Oh God! Would this feeling never go away? How was she supposed to sleep? How could she even face her handsome son after having had such a vivid dream?

"Drink! Need a drink!" Betty whispered to herself, sliding her long legs over the side of the bed. Grabbing her robe from the chair, Betty cracked open the door. Brian wasn't there. Neither was her daughter, Kathy. Clutching at her robe, Betty tiptoed down the carpeted hall, pausing far just a second at the top of the landing when she noticed a dim light fanning out from under the study door.

"What on earth?"

Betty paused for a moment, about so turn back and wake her son. Then she remembered that he had invited one of his friends home from college. Betty was about to go back and try to get more sleep when the door opened and Justin Wesley stepped into the hall.

"Oh, Mrs. Harrington, are you still up?" he asked.

Betty clutched at her robe, feeling terribly undressed in front of this stranger, even though her son apparently found him to be a good friend.

"I-I couldn't sleep," she said, hesitating still.

"Well, I was watching TV with Brian. But he got bored real fast."

"Well, I-I came down for a little something to drink to soothe my nerves."

Betty smiled, shrugging off her nervousness. After all, Justin was Brian's best, friend and seemed to be a nice boy. Betty gripped the handrail and walked quickly down the stairs, feeling still the sexy rubbing of her cunt walls against one another. She wished he wouldn't stare at her as if he could see right through her robe. Her nipples were still stiff and tender, rubbing itchily against the light-blue nylon material.

Justin backed into the room, moving to the television and switching channels while Betty walked to the bar and poured herself a light vodka tonic. Justin was extremely handsome, something that hadn't been lost on the lonely widow the first time she had set eyes on him three days before. Now, tilting the cool glass against her lips and feeling the burning liquid warm her belly, Betty began to realize how dangerous the little midnight drink might be. Her heart was beating again, and the hot itchiness around her cunt was growing more and more intense.