Chapter 1

Ellen Reilly was a sort of enigma; an attractive forty six year old divorcee, whose two grown children had moved out on their own, she continued to live alone when you would have expected her to have quickly paired up with someone, male or female, which ever she preferred, in a sexual or non-sexual relationship. A short woman, she possessed a pretty face, light complexioned with a small smattering of freckles on her cheeks that combined with an easy, dimpled smile to give her a youngish look. Time and age had brought added weight, but both had been kind to her, distributing it out over her once thin frame giving her a lush, sensual appearance. All in all, she was still capable of turning heads.

What those who wondered why she was still unattached didn’t know was she had a little secret; for the last year she’d been having an affair with a younger man; a much younger man, a twenty year old, to be exact. As affairs go, it wasn’t much of one; just two people seeking sexual relief. To Ted, the young man in question, it was simply a case of raging hormones. He’d found an experienced attractive, female who seemed to enjoy his company and his sexual advances. Ellen found comfort in his love making and it was a boost to her ego knowing she could attract someone so much younger than herself. For him it was lust, for her consolation, but neither had any delusions that it was love.

It had begun a year earlier when Ted took a summer job at the hotel where Ellen worked as Special Events Manager. She would see him working the front desk and was struck by the feeling that there was something familiar about him although she couldn’t place him. After a few days she asked what the “new guy’s” name was, she recognized it. He was from her neighborhood; in fact she had been friends with his mother, although they hadn’t seen each other in years. She went up and introduced herself to him, after that they often stopped to chat together and a friendship developed. Ellen was never what anyone would describe as easy, but she had always been playfully flirtatious around men and Ted was no exception. The difference was she was dealing with a young man who hadn’t much experience with women; she didn’t realize just how serious he took these things.

One day when she mentioned she was going to have to spend the weekend moving furniture so she could paint her living room, he offered to come over and help. Ellen accepted the offer gratefully. He was a big help, with two of them working it only took hours rather than all day. Having moved as much out of the room as was practical, placing the large and heavier furniture in the center of the room covered with plastic sheathing, everything was ready for her to start painting the next day.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’d say we’ve earned ourselves a couple beers. Care to join me?”

Of course he did, unhesitatingly. They went into the kitchen, Ellen gestured to him to sit down while she fished two bottles of beer from the refrigerator. Setting the bottles on the table, she went to the cupboard.

“Want a glass, or taking it straight from the bottle?”

“Bottle’s fine with me.”

“Figured, most men seem to like to drink from the bottle or can,” she took out a glass for herself, “don’t know why.”

She sat down and filled her glass, then sipped at it delicately. Then with her elbow on the table, she rested her head in the palm of her hand.

“I really have to thank you for the help. I’ll be able to mask up the trim tonight and get painting in the morning.”

“I can come back tomorrow and help some more if you like.”

“No, I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve already done plenty.”

“I don’t mind, besides, then maybe you’ll remember me when you need some work in the bedroom.”

“The bedroom? That won’t need anything for a while.”

She was looking vaguely at the table top, her head still propped up when it dawned on her what he was clumsily hinting at. She looked over at him and broke into a smile.

“Ted, are you trying to hit on me?”

She saw his nervous reaction and knew that he had been, and now he was embarrassed. She watched as his face reddened and he began fidgeting with his hands.

“No, I mean I was, uh, you know, just kidding. I’m sorry, it came out wrong.”

“It’s OK,” she reassured him raising her head from her palm, “men and women flirt, no harm done. Besides, it’s kind of flattering, a guy your age coming on to someone my age; kind of sweet actually.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have. I don’t know what got into me.”

“Ted, it’s no big deal, really. But let me tell you this, don’t tell a woman that you don’t know why you came on to her, tell her you were overwhelmed by her presence and couldn’t help yourself or something like that.” She gave him a quick wink, “Flattery works better than confusion.”

“Well, if you say so,” his voice was much calmer now, “but now you have to let me come and help tomorrow. I feel like I have to make it up with you. I won’t feel right about it otherwise.”

“It’s not necessary, really. But if it’ll make you feel better, I wouldn’t mind the help.”

So it was decided, he would come over the next day to help her. Unbeknownst to either of them, something else had been decided. Ted’s fumbling attempt at seduction had planted a seed of thought in her mind that would have a long term effect on them both when it blossomed, and it would blossom sooner than expected.

Finishing the beer, Ted stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Sure, if you’re you really want to. Like I said, I can always use the help, but I’d hate to cheat you out of a day off.”

“It’s all right, I want to.”

Ellen got up and walked over to him. Rising up on her toes, she went to kiss him on the cheek but instead tipped her head and kissed him on the lips. It was just a light friendly kiss, but she felt a slight thrill in the brief moment their lips touched. She wondered if he had felt it also.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then. If you change your mind, it’s OK, just call and let me know.”

He assured her he’d be there, then left. Ellen went back to work taping and masking the woodwork, however the thought of this young man making a pass at her continued to play on her mind, pleasantly. It began to seem less preposterous as the day wore on. By the time she stopped to eat dinner she was thinking of it as a definite possibility. When she finished eating she went to the pharmacy and bought a pack of condoms. She told herself they were “just in case”, that she hadn’t decided one way or another, but of course she had. She was nervous about it, but somewhere in the back of her mind she’d decided that if the opportunity presented itself, she was going to go to bed with this young man.

The next day, woodwork masked, plastic drop cloths in place, Ellen began painting around the edges and corners, everywhere where a brush was required. The work went faster when Ted arrived, the edging was done in no time. The flat open areas of the walls where they could use rollers were done quickly, by early afternoon they had finished. Once again they went into the kitchen to have a couple of drinks. Ted had made no more advances, and Ellen was strangely disappointed. Even as they drank their beers, he was the perfect gentleman. Ellen in her mind hadn’t been sure if she wanted him to suggest anything, but now was frustrated and growing determined; she wanted him and knew she would have to initiate things. Staring vaguely at the table for a few moments, she suddenly looked up at him.

“So Ted, still want to check out the bedroom?”

“No, I, ah I...”, his voice trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, totally confused and not knowing what to say. She’d taken him completely by surprise.

Now it was Ellen’s turn to be embarrassed, she wondered if she’d misread his insinuations the day before. She figured, however, she’d gone this far and there was no turning back. Reaching across the table, she placed her hand on top of his and smiled at him.

“It’s all right, honey; it’s all up to you. If you want to, good, if not, no hard feelings. Either way, no regrets, no insults.”

She’d just offered herself up on a silver platter. She felt his hand turn over under hers, palm upwards. She took it as a sign of acceptance, as she gripped it and squeezed it slightly. Wordlessly, the deal was sealed. Still holding his hand, she stood up and moved around the table, standing in front of him. He got up from his chair. Like the previous day, she stood on her toes and kissed him, but unlike the previous day, this wasn’t just a friendly kiss. Warmer and longer lasting, it was an open invitation; an invitation Ted was quick to accept.

They stood there pressed tightly against each other, joined at the lips, their tongues softly exploring each other. When the kiss ended, Ellen rested her head against his shoulder briefly, kissed him again quickly, then led him to the bedroom. She opened the drawer of her night stand and took out the packet of condoms, held them up briefly before setting them down on the stand, and wordlessly patted them twice. That was the beginning of their little affair.

They were a good match up actually, each supplementing the other. She doubted that it was his first time, but he was still awkward, youthfully eager, yet also tender and appreciative. She was patient, giving, and generously affectionate. Both were grateful for the other’s attention. When they finished, she had no misgivings about having given herself to him, actually just the opposite, she was quite happy and was looking forward to more. As for Ted, he was thrilled that this lovely woman seemed to want him; he took it as a complement to his masculinity.

Afterwards, they lay on the bed holding each other, exchanging kisses, cuddling; each lost in their own thoughts. Ellen was impressed with his respectful treatment, believing that he didn’t look at her as a mere receptacle for anyone who was looking for “a place to put it”. And she was right, at that moment Ted would have been unable to do anything that might insult or hurt her; she was a friend, now an intimate friend. From his point of view they had not just had intercourse, they had made love.

But, there is a difference between making love and being in love and as I stated earlier neither had any delusions about the difference. Ellen, being the more worldly of the two, openly stated it as they lay together on the bed; they couldn’t let this interfere with their normal lives, if either met someone more age appropriate it had to end. Ted understood and agreed, when it was time to end it there would be no questions asked nor any hurt feelings.

They spent the next three nights in each other’s arms, lustfully indulging themselves. The onset of her period interrupted their nightly indulgences; it also gave Ellen a pause to think things over. She decided that this couldn’t be a daily thing. Afterwards, explaining to Ted that their affair was taking over both their lives, she insisted they should only get together occasionally. Reluctantly, Ted agreed, not to her reasoning, but to her request. Slowly they tapered off, getting together first weekly, then 10 days or so between meetings. Ted really wanted more, but was afraid she would react badly if he tried insisting on it. It was not in his make up to impose himself on her. When he returned to school, the visits were reduced to about once a month, when he came home for a weekend.

The long delays only enhanced the experience. When they finally got together, both were so full of anxious anticipation that their encounters couldn’t help but be satisfying. There was also no chance of the sex becoming routine or mundane. Both would look forward to it, awaiting it, imagining it to such a degree that when they finally got together, they made love with wild abandon. As Ted became more experienced as a lover, Ellen managed to open up and release the sensuous side of her nature that had been long suppressed. To Ellen’s mind, everything was perfect, nothing could go wrong. Until three weeks earlier, when things went very wrong.

She was late, her cycle had always been regular, predictable as clockwork. At first she thought it could be part of the aging process, perhaps even the beginning of menopause. After several days she couldn’t ignore it any long. A home pregnancy test confirmed her fears when it came up positive. A trip to her doctor made it official, she was four weeks pregnant. She’d relied too heavily on the supposed infallibility of condoms. Ted was due to come home that weekend. She had two days to figure out how to deal with the situation.

Her view on it was simple; Ted couldn’t know about it. There would be no point since he couldn’t help if he wanted to. If he were aware of the situation his sense of guilt could be devastating. She saw the possibility of ruining his life looming large and decided she wasn’t going to risk that. Then there would be the awkward explanations to family and friends as to how and why she’d gotten knocked up by a man who was not old enough to drink legally. It would get even more awkward after the baby was born. She decided, for better or worse, that she would have to go it alone. This would be Ted’s swan song; they would go to bed together one last time and she would use their agreed upon escape clause. She would tell him she’d met somebody else and they would part friends. As far as he would ever know, the baby would belong to her “other lover”.