Nancy grabbed a fresh pair of panties and a feminine pad. It seemed such a shame to throw away the creamy load of sperm Del had filled her underwear with, but she needed absorbency now. She had known that her period had been imminent, but would have preferred that it waited just a little longer. Sighing, she rinsed out her dirty underwear and tossed it into the laundry.
When she got back downstairs, she sat back down next to Del on the couch. He looked at her, uncertain. She sighed again. "Del, I'm sorry...Michael and I have been having problems lately, and it was unfair to bring you into the middle of this. You're like a son to me, and here I am...molesting you!"
"You...you haven't!" he responded. "Nancy, I wanted this too!"
"You're still a teen boy. You'd have said yes to pretty much any woman throwing herself at you," she countered.
"But..."
"No buts! You're just starting out in life, and I'm interfering with that. You'll find someone your own age, I'm sure. Can we just be friends, Del?" She held out her hand.
Del looked hurt, but sighed and shook it. "Yeah...I'm sorry I wasn't stronger."
"Stronger?"
He grinned at her. "To resist your feminine wiles."
"Oh, you."
They continued to play the video game, though she made sure that they sat at opposite ends of the couch.
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Nancy didn't stop being friendly with Del, but restrained herself from inappropriately touching him, or wearing overly tight or revealing clothing. Not that she had any interest in showing off her body during her period, which had cooled her ardor like a glass of cold water in the face. She shook her head at the irony of one of the most defining traits of femininity being the thing that made her feel the least feminine.
When Saturday rolled around, Del headed across the street to Trista's house in shorts and a polo shirt, ready to work. It was Fall now, but they were getting lucky with a final series of summery weekends.
