My name is Rebecca but most people especially, my friends and family members call me Becky for short. I'm a 36-year-old divorce, so sad! Of course, it will be interesting to remind you that I have been divorced three times. It's no joke that such happened to me. Who am I to question my fate? Well, I'm indeed quite happy because I never lacked financially. I have a business that is quite lucrative and has seen me through my difficult times, in terms of finance. That's just it! But, what about the other side of life? Life has been unfair to me, especially in my failed marriages. Thank God, I have a daughter, Stephanie. She is the only one that gives me hope whenever my heart becomes troubled. Oh, lest I forget, I also have a wonderful friend, Melinda, she was my childhood friend and we remained great friends even though we have hit Mid-thirties respectively. Although Melinda's husband was no more, I believe she was better than me. Unlike me, she was never divorced instead, it was the
I could not believe it, Johnny was now a bigger boy! His bears were decorated around his jaws, he has a lot of them! His muscles were big and stronger. He was not putting on any shirt, this allowed me to take a better picture of what he had become. Not only was his skin soft to be touched and attractive, but he also had some height as well. I swear, he was taller than me. His hair was long as well. I could tell from the expression on his face that he was not expecting to see me at that moment. I was the last thought on his mind as he shouted in surprise. "Aunt Becky! What in the hell! Is this you?" His very deep voice reminded me that he had long advanced from puberty to a real adult.He wasted no time throwing his arms around my waist in excitement. His head rested on my chest, gently touching the edge of my boobs. It was such an embrace! A-one of a kind! Our embrace lasted for a few seconds before, he lifted his head to face me. "Is this really you, Aunt Becky? Such a long time!" T
The Little hilarious moment made me lose interest in the picture on the wall which I was watching. My new attention was now focused on Johnny's bare chest and arms. They looked gorgeous. Although he had stopped staring at me, my eyes never stopped stealing looks from him. I did that in such a way that Melinda will never find out what was going on. However, despite my carefulness, Melinda nearly caught me after a long silence. Yes, that was because I was lost in my long stare at Johnny. She called my name immediately to draw back my attention."Come on darling, why are you thinking? Remember you are home now. Remember that you are no longer in Charlottesville instead, you are in Kingstown." As I watched, Melinda walked closer and held my left hand. Her voice changed. She was becoming emotional perhaps, she thought I was thinking about it again. It was a messy divorce I had and she thought, the pain has caught up with me again. While Melinda was speaking, Johnny quietly left the livin
I had a quick thought while accessing the situation. Could it be Melinda thought I was trying to seduce his son by cross-sitting? Not just that, my smooth thighs were exposed in a way that would make a man go crazy. Determine to know where Melinda was heading, I remained in my seductive sitting position, while maintaining a look look at my friend.She broke the silence at last by smiling briefly at me. "Okay, Becky never mind. You know, I was thinking maybe you will not feel comfortable if you sit that way," she pointed at me to demonstrate what she meant."No, that's cool. I think I'm comfortable this way," I told her while raising my head slightly. The whole time, Johnny ate in silence, I guess he might conclude that there was no need to interfere in what could be considered a feminine conversationOur faces over and over! Yes, that happened many times as we eat. The funny part of our encounters was that they always end with smiles on our faces. Sometimes, I would wink at him, ama
It was exactly noon the following day when I heard a knock at my door. I have been anticipating a knock at my door for a long time now. Who else do I have in mind if not my own Johnny? He was coming to fix my air-conditioner. It was the perfect opportunity I need to stare more at him lustfully. Sadly, there was little I could do other than that. I jumped out of the bed as soon as I heard a knock. My two-bedroom apartment has been without life for a long time now. Luckily, it going to host not only one individual but two, in a matter of minutes.I was almost at the door when a thought came to me all of sudden. The new thought entailed that I should take a second look at the rooms which I have carefully and neatly arranged. "Just a minute!" I told the visitor whom I was yet to know his identity. I don't wanna host my strange crush (if it was Johnny) in a shabbily furnished house. After some gazes at the rooms and the furniture, I was satisfied. Next, I proceeded to open the door. I was
The whole time I bent down to pick up my keys, Johnny kept staring at me. It was all my fault, I guess. When he finally tried to put himself back in order and continued working on the air-conditioner, something happened. He misplaced one of his legs, which was enough to send him falling hard to the floor. I reacted at once and rushed to help him. Here we go again! I bent close to her, all my thighs were exposed. I guess, he was able to get a great view of my panties. I did not allow him to view that for long.I adjusted and dragged my clothes down so that my thighs could be covered. I placed one of my hands underneath his shoulders and try to pull him up. "Oh my God! I'm sorry, Johnny!" I placed the other hand on his back. "Were you hurt? Oh my Lord! I'm so sorry!" I rubbed his back. He sat on the floor and nodded to every question I was asking him at that moment. By nodding--that was the way he reacted to all my questions. While he sat on the floor, I thought about sitting close to
I obeyed the little force he applied to pull my head. I turned to face him. God! He was looking lusty and hot. It seemed as if his lips were yearning for my kiss but, how can I do that when he is my best friend's son?It wasn't easy to find myself in that position. It was really hard for me because, I had no clue about what to do to understand such a circumstance. I felt like reaching out and kissing him just as his lips began opening slightly. I almost moved my head closer to him but then, I was able to return myself back to the previous line of contact.I concluded that if he was interested, he should be the one to make a strong decision concerning me or what I would like to call, a first approach having given him all the green light he needed. I bet he understood where I was going by now but, he might still be scared to initiate the first step.We stared at each other for about a minute before, I blinked my eyes. "How do you feel now? Is there any sign of relief from what I have do
My eyes became wide enough as they stare at him. He grabbed the back of my hair while trying to move me to a better position. A position where he could finish what he started. His mouth held on to mine for as long it could. Not only was hot but the lad was a terrific kisser. I wasn't thinking straight in that fleeting moment. The sweetness of what he was doing made me lose control of myself, I quickly moved down one of my hands and grabbed the side of his waist whereas, my other hand circled his neck and tried to press him even closer to my mouth.Thank goodness, I have not started cooking or it could have become a disaster. Yes, that was true because the food could have gotten burnt.All the yearning to grab him closer to me, all the desire to kiss him even deeper were all unfolding. I pushed him gently to one of the kitchen cabinets. He rested his head by the side while I went on the offensive. The kissing he had started was now being championed by me. A kiss that he started gently