“Why are we here, Mrs. Wilson?”
“You know why. She pulled him tight and kissed him, her hand squeezing his ass, making him jump. She giggled. “Tell the truth, have you ever had sex with a girl?”
“No, Ma’am.” He pushed off, putting a few feet of space between them.
“Are you saying that because you think that’s what I want to hear?”
“I’ve always been shy around girls. Mrs. Wilson. This is wrong.”
“Yes, it is. Do you like being a bad boy? I like being a bad girl. You must know how handsome you are.”
She was halfway to drunk and he felt awkward.
“Jim, I’ve wanted you for so long. My husband doesn’t please me. He doesn’t try.”
Jim thought of Brian. “Mrs. Wilson, I have to go. I’m sorry I can’t do what you want.”
“But, Jim. Every young man dreams of being seduced, especially by an experienced woman. I can show you so much.”
He was almost out the bedroom door. “I’m gay, I have a lover, and you’re married. No!”