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A young boy's infatuation and affair with an older woman.

She had never been tempted before John. Not once. But John was different. His smile intrigued her, his wit captivated her, and his sex appeal drew her. She found it hard to control herself around him. Her body ached to let him touch her as she remembered the night they had finally gotten to really speak to each other. She had held back, and at the time she was grateful, but now? What had her restraint gotten her? Fantasies that can never be fulfilled? A desire that continues to grow in her imagination until she can hardly think of anything else? She glanced down at the email in front of her. He had responded. She sighed.

John,
So glad you responded. I was beginning to wonder if you even remembered me at all. You're right, you are the worst kind of distraction for me. Trouble with a capital T. But I just can't stop. What can we do?
Karen

Her response seemed trite, not at all up to par to their original correspondence. She didn't feel up to revising it though and sent it anyway before she lost her nerve. She waited weeks for his response. When it finally came she drew her breath. She felt shivers move though her as she opened the email and began to read it. It was almost as if he was here again, and not in Savannah, God she wished he was here.

Karen,
Not much to do. Some things just weren't meant to be. But never forget, I most certainly do remember you. I remember you every day. I remember you in my sleep.
John

She read it through again. Jesus he was intense. It both scared and invigorated her. She gathered her courage to respond.

John,
I remember you too. I remember as Jim touches me, I remember as I touch myself. I have looked back on that night and wondered what would have happened if I had gone home with you. I ache to have the memory of you touching me, but instead have only my imagination.
Karen

That sounds so corny she scolded herself as she read through her response. By reflex she hit send anyway, almost as if to do it before she could change her own mind. What is he going to think of me? I sound like some creepy stalker chick, oh Lord. He was never going to respond. To her surprise the next evening she opened up her inbox to find an email from John Madison in her inbox. She clicked on the message and closed her eyes as the page opened on her computer screen.

Karen,
If I were there with you... I can't even get into this... Do I have the nerve? Lightly I would touch your breast... tracing her nipples softly with my fingertips. I would lean in and gently brush your neck with my lips... running them down your neck to your shoulder... gently I would unbutton your shirt and slip off you bra strap... I would trace the nape of your neck with my fingers and run them down your arms as I leaned in to softly kiss you... GOD WOMAN... I can't even get into the rest...
John

She couldn't believe her eyes.

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