The Robners were friends of my parents for many years. They lived about half a mile away.
At the time our story began, Iris, their daughter just turned 18 and was in my 12th grade class.
She was nice, smiley and always ready to help. I'd describe her as a good looking girl.
While my friends considered Iris and I a couple, even when we were alone, the two of us only chatted or watched TV together...
We befriended another couple and the 4 of us were spending times in the evenings. We occasionally met at a coffee bar, but most of the time we were just sitting and talking (mostly gossiping about other people...) at Iris home.
My favorite past time was at the Robners home.
No it wasn't because of Iris. It was Iris mother, Eda...
Eda wasn't what I'd call 'beauty' nor she had Playboy body.
I was fascinated with her maturity and sense of humor. Her raspy laugh and French accent were music to my ears....
As you can guess, the real reason I was pushing for the 4 of us to spend more time at Robner's house was so that I could be around Eda...
Eda's husband, Sean, spent most of his time outside his house.
Everyday from 8 am to 4 pm he taught college students architecture. Then 3 times a week in the afternoon and evenings he joined a group of investors. Believing that he was a financial genius, he invested much of the family savings in losing stocks... In the other evenings Sean used to play tennis or bridge with his friends.
It's easy to see that he was hardly ever at home.
Eda became bored sitting alone at home in the evenings and started visiting friends.
She'd come to our house every Wednesday and occasionally on Fridays too.
Eda showed up at our house around 4:30 pm and talked to my parents until around 9:30 in the evening.
At 9:30 pm it was already dark outside, but Eda always refused to be driven home.
I recall the first time I volunteered to walk her home.
On the way we joked about my French class, sci-fi books I liked to read and Sean's love of Bridge.
When we arrived to her apartment, she thanked me.
I said that I really enjoyed our walk.
Since that night, I never left home on Wednesday evenings, so that I'll be available to accompany her home.
The 3rd time I escorted her home, she asked me, "I noticed that every Wednesday evening you are at home. Every other day you go to a sport facility or spend time with Iris or other friends. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I like you and I very much appreciate when you stroll with me to keep me safe at night, but I do not want you to think that you HAVE to do it!"
"Eda, I actually LOVE walking with you... I always look forward to doing it on Wednesday."
She was quiet for a moment and then blurted, "Tell me, what is going on with the four of you guys? I get the impression that you meet less frequently lately. Is something wrong?..."
"Nothing is wrong..."
Eda, "I saw Iris the other day and she was in a bad mood. I tried to talk to her, but only after a lot of ice-cream and hugging she opened up to me. She wished to be closer to you... One time she tried to French-kiss you and you turned your face the other way... Once she even grabbed your hand and put it on her covered breast, but you didn't seem interested..."
I remained quiet for a couple of minutes.
Then I mumbled, "Eda, Iris is a great girl! I like her a lot. But, and I hate to say it, I am not attracted to her physically..."
Eda, "So why are you wasting time around her? Why don't you find yourself another girlfriend?..."
Me, whispering, "Eda, I do it because I like YOU! I find YOU an amazing woman and whether you approve it or not, I am attracted to you... I really do not want to hurt Iris feelings, but most of the time when I am at your house, I enjoy looking YOU...!"
Eda just looked down and didn't talk until we arrived at her house.
Until next Wednesday the 4 of us met twice at the Robners. Eda was home, but didn't talk much.
She once stared at me for like a minute and that was all.
The next Wednesday afternoon Eda came to our house at her usual hour. She seemed very cheerful.
At 9:45 o'clock she was at the door ready to leave.
She asked me, "Are you busy or you will be a gentleman and accompany me home?..."
I felt better... Now I was sure that Eda didn't 'hate me' for what I said to her the other night...
I smiled at her and we left.
Half the way to her house I took her hand in mine and we walked like that on the unpaved dark road.
A moment into our hike Eda gazed at me, "Rafael, As you know, I am married and much older than you. What do you want from me?"
"Eda, I don't care about age or anything else. I just want to kiss you. Please..."
I was scared to admit to her that she was a constant object of my wet dreams and my muse during masturbations...
We continued walking hand in hand. Silently...
When we arrived to her home, I noticed that the lamp on one side of the house seemed broken and the whole side was pitch black.
She led me to that side, leaned backwards on the wall and... just stared at my eyes.
I was so excited, that I was literally shaking!
I approached Eda and kissed her softly on the lips.
She hardly moved and then she whispered, "Is this what you wanted?"
Like me, she was also trembling!
It encouraged me to go further...
"Not exactly. I want us to have a real kiss!"
I moved forward, held gently both sides of her face and kissed her again.
This time I kept my mouth partly open and licked her lips.
Her lips gradually became less resistant to my advances and she let my tongue explore the inside of her mouth.
Eda smelled and tasted like cigarettes, but for me it was pure heaven!!!...
Then I freed her delicious mouth and glanced at her, trying to guess her reaction.
She gave me another long look and then disappeared behind the door without saying a word.
Next time I accompanied Eda was on Friday.
We walked hand in hand and I kissed her one more time at the entrance to her house.
Before going inside she said, "Rafael, you are a good boy and I really like you, but you are not fair to Iris..."
The next day I told Iris that I would be very busy with my upcoming examinations, so I was not sure I could see her any more.
She whispered that for quite sometime she sensed that I had other priorities and was not into her.
Iris shed some tears, but then said that we could still be friends... If I agreed...
Twice more I escorted Eda home. Now we felt more comfortable holding hands and kissing.
Three weeks later, on a Friday, Eda showed up somewhat earlier than usual at my home, having on a shorter dress and a red lipstick on (I never saw her with red lipstick before...).
She claimed that her unusual look was because she had parents-teacher meeting until 15 minutes prior to arrival to our home.
Eda sounded more jolly than usual and we assumed that it was because the meeting she attended went well.
Abruptly at 9 pm she stood up, apologized that she was tired and was ready to leave. I joined her.