His compliment flustered her. She watched her fingers twirling idly in her lap. She was afraid to look at him. It was so seldom that Martha received compliments she was not good at taking them calmly. She feared the boy might, somehow sense how he had made her moist cunt flutter. "Thank you, Steve. Would you like another piece of pie?"

"Sure. It's great stuff!"

Martha could not remember when she had been so pleased. Young Steve was making her feel special in a way that her own husband never bothered to do. She drank her second glass of wine while the boy ate his pie. Though she knew he must leave soon, her brain searched wildly for excuses to keep him a little longer. He was such good company!

When he had finished his pie, Steve got up and went to the couch to sit beside his coach's wife. Ever since his arrival at the house, he had been plotting how he might best try to seduce Mrs. Roy. He had seen how vulnerable she was to any kind of little attention. How she blushed at his compliments. He could tell she found him attractive. He decided she would be easy. Once he made his first move, she would fall right into his arms. He sensed she was starved for his good loving. His affair with Miss Pope had made Steve a self-styled expert in the wants and needs of older women.

When he put his arm around her and took off her glasses she looked away, embarrassed yet too stunned to come right out and ask him what was going on. When he put his mouth on hers, he could feel her trembling against him. She gave him back only the slightest pressure against his lips.

It was when he forced his tongue in between her lips that she let go. With a moaning sigh of need, she drove her own tongue into his mouth. She swirled it around his tongue. Her lips nibbled his lips. Her breasts pushed against him. He had never felt so much need emanating from a woman!