We had been having a great time together, and I thought it was amazing that his friends at school believed I was just an older friend from back home rather than his mother. Billy's father had moved out of the house a couple of months ago, and Billy had made it a point to keep up with how I was doing. Billy was that way, mature and responsible for his age. He now seemed to keep up with both me and his younger sister as part of his responsibility.
Billy is twenty-one, and he is a tall, handsome young man. He has short blondish brown hair and captivating blue eyes. He goes out with different girls at school and he seems to be popular. I like to think he got some of his good looks from me, as I have always gotten my share of attention. I am five feet six inches and I have kept fairly fit, weighing about one hundred and twenty-five to one hundred and thirty pounds. I like to work-out and stay active, and I hope it shows.
When I went to visit Billy, I had had my blonde hair cut fairly short in what the stylist said was a sexy cut. Billy immediately complimented me on it when I first saw him. He asked me whether this was a new me, and I had smiled and looked at him and just said maybe.
During the evening, Billy had shown me physical attention like putting his arm around me and hugging me from time to time, and I liked it. I reciprocated and would embrace him or put my arm around his neck. He never flinched or acted uncomfortable at all, so I thought nothing of it.
As the evening wore on and it was getting late, the combination of the wine and our little charade emboldened me, I guess. We had started out kidding with each other that I was going along as Billy's date that night, when Billy had told me at the beginning of the night to just go and relax and have fun. Then, when Billy introduced me as Annie, his date from back home, we had both just laughed and played along from there on out.
One of the other guys was surprised by his girlfriend when she turned his face to her and gave him a nice full kiss on the lips and told him it was time to go home. It was a real sweet and affectionate gesture. Billy sounded very envious when he said to everyone at the table he hated how that kind of thing never happened to him.
I didn't hesitate to turn his face to me, and I sweetly kissed him fully on the lips, lingering there and letting him feel my lips to his. I heard some 'ahs' and clapping at the table and broke the kiss from Billy to see him grinning broadly back at me.
In the car later going back to his apartment, he told me what a great time he had had, and he asked me if I knew what his favorite part was. I said no, and he told me it was me giving him that kiss. I said that that was very sweet of him. There was some silence, and then I said softly it was mine, too.
At his apartment, we were about to turn in for the night. I was to stay in his roommate's bedroom as his roomammate was out of town. We were in the hall between the two bedrooms and we hugged. We just held each other a long while and I told him what a great night I had had. He said he had had a great time as well. As we stood there still embraced I think he knew that I didn't want the night to end. He put his face close to my ear and whispered to me.
"Wanna just stay in my room?"
I swallowed hard and thought of all the reasons to say no. Then, not saying anything, I just nodded.
