After the dishes were cleaned, Marie, the Hackett's live-in French maid, went up to her room and closed the door. She pulled her sundress over her head and put it on the bed. She went to her dresser and selected a fresh pair of panties and bra. She would have taken a shower, but she knew there wasn't time.
In the mirror over the dresser, Marie saw herself, European-fair with dark, shoulder-length brown hair and a voluptuous build. She was tall and thin for her shape and being nearly 36.
She had just finished putting on her bra when there was the soft double tap at the door. She looked at her bed and the dress. Fuck it, she thought.
"Come in," she said, just loud enough for the person outside the door to hear.
Todd Hackett came in.
"Todd, what-"
The young man stopped and his mouth fell open in surprise when he saw she was in her underwear.
"Marie, I-"
"Todd, what are you doing here?"
"Marie, I can't wait any longer."
She looked behind him to make sure there was no one in the hall passing by, and he realized he had not shut the door. He closed it gently and walked over to her. Todd ha been trying to get Marie to sleep with him ever since they got drunk and made out one night when his parent's had gone to dinner party. Todd was an awkward boy, a little over-weight and tall and clumsy, but Marie had found him cute in his own way. The last time he had cornered her, he made her promise to take his virginity. He promised he would leave her alone afterwards if it was what she wanted.
"Todd your parents are home, we can't-"
"Marie, I'm 18 years old," he whispered and he took her into his arms. "I can't be a virgin anymore."
The feel of her skin uncovered against him except for her underwear sent a tingle up his spine.
"Todd-"
"You promised, soon."
"Soon, when your parents are at work. We'll get caught."
"Can we just play? Like we did last time? Please?"
"They're not even in bed yet."
"In an hour," he said. "I'll come back."
"Two hours."
"Okay, anything, just-"
"What?"
"Just tonight."
"Todd-"
There was a knock at the door. They both started. They looked at each other, their hearts sinking.
"Quick the closet," she said.
She shoved him over to the closet and closed the door just as Deborah Hackett entered the room. The older woman, in her fifties was tanner and blonde. She wore a skimpy, black lace nightgown.
She came over to Marie and pushed her back against the closet door and kissed her, putting her tongue down her throat.
"There's that magic tongue," she said, pulling away from Marie. "Now let's have it a few degrees south."
The older woman grabbed the sides of Marie's head and started to push her down.
"No, no, Mrs. Hackett," she said.
"Deborah."
"Deborah… Mr. Hackett said he'd leave if he caught us again."
