What if he tried to make love to her? What would she do?

She had no idea. She'd never been unfaithful to Biff. He was the only man she'd ever fucked. But she believed in monogamy, believed in fidelity. If only Buff were taking care of her in bed, the question would never have arisen…

"Anybody ever tell you you're beautiful?" said Tod.

His thigh was practically touching hers now, and she could hear his excited breathing. These things, and the remark he'd just made, prompted Vicky to giggle, but she didn't. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. But it was ridiculous. She was old enough to be his mother.

"Why, Tod," she said lightly. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Then what will?" said Tod.

Vicky blushed deeply and stared at him. There was no doubt at all about his intentions. Even after twenty years she remembered that eager horny adolescent expression, and to clinch matters, the crotch of his jeans was bulging in a tell-tale way. Christ, he even had a hard-on for her. Vicky didn't know what to do.

"Tod," she said weakly, "you're out of line. Maybe you'd better leave."

He threw himself at her. Vicky dropped her beer, but before she could move away, he was embracing her powerfully, pressing his mouth on hers. He was a big, strong boy, and he succeeded in pinning her back against the couch, holding her with the weight of his body so she could move. His hard chest pressed against her big ripe breasts, and he swiftly worked his tongue into her mouth, where it danced and tickled hungrily on her tongue.

"Uuummmpppfff." Vicky exclaimed.

It was a cry of surprise, not at the fact that he'd kissed her, but at her own response.