<p>“Honey, do you remember Sarah?” Allison asked.</p><p>“I’m not sure I do,” Justin said.</p><p>“You met her a few years ago at my twentieth high school reunion. Tall, blonde, had just gotten divorced and got pretty drunk.”</p><p>Justin smiled. “Oh yeah. She could really dance.”</p><p>Allison smiled at that little detail that she’d clearly forgotten. Before she got too drunk to do much of anything, Sarah had showed off some pretty impressive dance moves.</p><p>“Why do you ask?” Justin said.</p><p>“Oh, right. She texted today and said her son wants to be a screenwriter and he’s moving out to L.A. to give it a real shot. She asked if we could help him find him a place to stay for a few months while he gets a day job and finds his bearings,” Allison explained.</p><p>“I’m sure we could do that,” Justin said.</p><p>Allison smiled and reached out to pat her husband’s leg. “I’m glad you said that, because I already offered our guest room for a couple of months.”</p><p>Justin pulled her into a hug and said, “I married a wonderful woman.”</p><p>They shared a warm, tender kiss before Allison snuggled up against her husband and smiled.</p><p>“When does he get in?” Justin asked.</p><p>“Next week,” she said.</p><p>“So, what kind of kid is he? I mean, we’re not inviting a criminal into our house, right?” Justin asked.</p><p>“Well, his name is Blake. He just turned 21. As far as I know he has no past criminal offenses. I think it would be fair to say he’s quiet and nerdy, to be honest. I met him when we went back for the reunion. Remember when I went to Sarah’s that afternoon? You stayed at the hotel for a football game or something. Anyway, Blake was there. He didn’t say much. He mostly just worked at his computer,” Allison said.</p><p>Justin pulled her closer and kissed the top of Allison’s head. “Was there something else?” he asked.</p><p>“What makes you ask that?” she said.</p><p>“I know you, babe. You hold just a little bit of tension in your body when you’re about to ask for something. So go ahead and ask for it. I promise I won’t be upset,” he said.</p><p>Allison smiled. Her husband knew her well.</p><p>“I didn’t make a promise to Sarah, but I did say that I thought there was a chance you could help Blake out,” she said. “I know you can’t just give him a writing job or buy a script or anything like that, but I figured you might be able to help him find some sort of entry level job.”</p><p>Allison sat up and flashed a sweet smile at her husband. She didn’t want to be overly manipulative, but she wanted to follow through on her semi-promise to Sarah.</p><p>“You know, I could act like this was a much bigger deal and try and get something out of it, but the truth is, it’s not all that hard to get him a job as a writer’s assistant. It’s not a good job and he won’t be doing any writing, but lots of really successful people have started their careers that way. It might take a few weeks for me to find something, but it honestly won’t be that hard. The hard part will be on Blake, because he’ll get fired immediately if he can’t carry the weight,” Justin said.</p><p>“Thank you!” Allison said as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled his neck.</p><p>They shared another soft, tender kiss and then she asked, “Just out of curiosity, if you had acted like this was a much bigger deal and tried to get something out of it, what would you have asked for?”</p><p>Justin smiled. “Well, I really enjoyed that little black lace thing you wore last month. I guess I would have asked to see you in that again…and have the kind of fun that happens when you wear something like that.”</p><p>“The sheer bodysuit?” Allison asked.</p><p>“Yeah,” he said.</p><p>“Well, since that’s the kind of request I get to benefit from, I feel like there’s a pretty good chance someone is getting lucky tonight,” Allison said.</p><p>Justin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for a kiss. “Lucky indeed. If it happens it shouldn’t be too late, though, since I have to be out of here early for that meeting tomorrow.”</p><p>“I know,” Allison said as she looked up and playfully kissed her husband’s chin. “I’ll make it early.”</p><p><br></p><p>On Allison’s advice, Sarah booked Blake a ticket into the airport in Burbank, entirely avoiding the nightmare that is flying into LAX.</p><p>It made Allison’s life a lot easier. She just had to text Blake that she’d be arriving in a navy blue Audi. He said he’d wait at the curb by the JetBlue entrance and that was all there was to it.</p><p>Allison was expecting to see the slightly awkward, tall, skinny guy she’d met a few years ago at her reunion. Instead, she saw someone that had filled out quite nicely. It seemed like Blake had put some work into his appearance in the past two years.</p><p>“Blake, it’s good to see you again,” Allison said as she hopped out of the car and pulled the trunk open.</p><p>They exchanged an awkward hug before he hoisted his two suitcases into the trunk and slammed it shut and getting into front seat.</p><p>“Thanks for letting me stay with you Mrs. Williams. I really appreciate it,” he said as Allison pulled away from the curb.</p><p>“Call me Allison, please. It’s going to make me feel really old if you spend the next two months calling me Mrs. Williams,” she said.</p><p>Blake laughed. “Okay, Allison. I might slip up a few times, but I’ll try my best.”</p><p>“So, I don’t if your mom told you, but my husband, his name is Justin, by the way, got you a job as a writer’s assistant on a new show. It’s not a glamorous job, but it’s a great way to get experience.”</p><p>“Yeah, my mom told me, and I’m insanely grateful. I really am. I know I can’t expect to just start writing brilliant stuff and getting big time jobs the moment I land here, so I’m really grateful for the chance to learn,” Justin said. “So, what exactly does your husband do?”</p><p>“Oh, he runs a production company. He and a friend run it, actually. They went to college together and moved here when they were in their early 20s, just like you. They’ve built it into something pretty impressive, too,” Allison explained.</p><p>“That’s cool. That’s really cool,” Blake said as he stared up at the palm trees like almost everyone did on their first visit to LA.</p><p>“So,” Allison began, “are you leaving anyone special behind? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”</p><p>“Oh, no, no one special. It’s been a little while since I had a girlfriend, to be honest,” Blake said as he rubbed his hands over his knees.</p><p>“Maybe a change of scenery will be good for you,” Allison said in a hopeful tone. “Los Angeles is certainly a good place to have fun, especially for a young, good-looking guy.”</p><p>When Blake didn’t say anything Allison wondered if she’d overstepped her bounds. She realized she was acting like his mom and that really wasn’t her place. She wasn’t his mom – she’d never really been interested in being anyone’s mom – and he was 21 years old and not really in need of her concerned support.</p><p>“Sorry, that was a little weird,” Allison said. “I probably sounded a little like your mom there, or like I was trying to be your mom. I’m not. I promise. I won’t do that. I’m not going to check your bedroom if you’re out late or whatever.”</p><p>Blake let out a laugh that seemed entirely genuine and Allison glanced over to see that he seemed to have relaxed for the first time since he got in her car.</p><p>“It’s okay, Mrs…sorry, Allison. You didn’t sound like my mom. Honestly, when my mom says stuff like that it always sounds like she doesn’t believe it, or she’s saying it because she feels like it’s her duty as a mom to try and boost my self-esteem,” Blake said. “Maybe it’s just because you’re not my mom, but it felt nice when you said it.”</p><p>Allison felt an odd, unexpected sense of embarrassment, like she’d inadvertently done a bit of flirting with Blake.</p><p>“Now I’ve made it weird,” he said.</p><p>It was Allison’s turn to laugh. “No, no, you haven’t. None of this is weird. It’s just different. I mean, the last time I had a 21 year old in my car I was probably 21 myself. Now I’m in my forties. It’s an entirely different experience.”</p><p>“You’re in your forties?” Blake asked.</p><p>“Yeah. How old did you think I was?” Allison asked.</p><p>“Oh. I don’t know. Obviously I didn’t really think about it, because you were in my mom’s high school class, which means you’re my mom’s age,” Blake said.</p><p>Allison stopped at a red light and looked over to see the young man smiling.</p><p>“I guess what I’m saying is that you don’t look my mom’s age and that I was pretty spaced out when I met you a few years back so I just assumed you knew her some other way.”</p><p>Blake’s compliment made her happy, which in turn made Allison feel a little silly. What did it matter if some 21 year old thought she looked a few years younger than her actual age?</p><p>“Living in Los Angeles helps,” Allison said. “It’s a lot easier to be healthy here, plus the city is chock full of insanely beautiful people and I end up feeling bad about myself if I don’t put in the effort. Plus there’s the fact that my husband interacts with beautiful young actresses from time to time and some of them aren’t all that shy about offering up a little something in exchange for a part.”</p><p>Allison realized she was badly over sharing as she let her anxieties spill out.</p><p>“I can’t imagine your husband would cheat on you. I mean, that just seems crazy,” Blake said.</p><p>Again Allison smiled as she assumed Blake was saying that she was too attractive for her husband to even consider cheating.</p><p>“Plus, aren’t actresses supposed to be crazy?” he added.</p><p>“That they are, Blake. Some guys think that makes the sex better, though. Perhaps you’ll get to test that theory yourself,” Allison said as reached out and smacked him in the arm, which she immediately felt stupid for having done. It was way too friendly.</p><p>Blake reached up and rubbed his arm. “Ow, damn, you’re strong. There’s another reason for your husband not to cheat on you.”</p><p>He laughed and Allison saw him looking at her out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t think that crazy suits me, to be honest. I don’t have a ton of experience with girls, but I’ve never been into the ones that seem a little bit nuts, you know?”</p><p>“Far be it from me to give romantic advice, Blake, but you’re young and there’s not much harm in seeing what’s out there. How can you really know what you prefer until you’ve tried a little of everything, right?” Allison said.</p><p>Blake looked over at her as Allison pulled up to a stop sign. She turned to him and smiled. “Are you telling me to sow my wild oats?” he asked.</p><p>“No, definitely not, and most definitely not if your mother asks about it.”</p><p>They both laughed as Allison pulled into their neighborhood. A few moments later they were in her garage.</p><p>Blake pulled his suitcases from the trunk and wheeled them inside as Allison tossed her keys in the bowl by the door.</p><p>“So, this is obviously the kitchen and living area,” she explained while gesturing to the kitchen and living room. “Feel free to watch TV whenever you’d like, though there’s also one in your room.”</p><p>“Wow, your home is beautiful,” Blake said. “My mom said you and Justin were successful, but I think she might have undersold it a little.”</p><p>“Well, there’s a pool out back, so I suppose that just plays into that. You’re welcome to use it whenever you like. I like to swim for exercises so we keep it heated this time of year.” Allison felt a little like she was bragging, but the look of wonder on Blake’s face washed away any concerns. “Now why don’t I show you where you’ll be sleeping?”</p><p>Blake followed Allison down the hall and into the second master suite.</p><p>“Wow, this is huge,” he said.</p><p>“Yeah, the house has two master suites. I’m not really sure why, but we liked the idea of our guests being able to have a really luxurious stay, so it was actually one of the selling points when we were shopping for homes,” Allison explained. “The bathroom is through there – there’s a tub and a shower – and the bed is, well, it’s right here, obviously.”</p><p>Blake laughed as he hoisted his suitcases onto the bed and unzipped them.</p><p>“Everything else is pretty self-explanatory, to be honest. There’s a set of keys for you on the table and you can borrow my car from time to time if you need it. It’s often easier just to take a Lyft, though, especially if you’ve never driven in the kind of traffic that can snarl up the streets here.”</p><p>Allison turned to leave and Blake reached out to stop her. His touch was surprisingly strong and firm.</p><p>“Sorry, that was weird. I shouldn’t be touching you like that,” he said.</p><p>“No, no, it’s okay,” Allison said. “Honestly, it is. We don’t really know each other well enough to be friends, but I’d like to think we will be so it’s not a problem.”</p><p>“Well, I just wanted to say thank you,” he said. “I’m more grateful for what you and your husband have done for me than I can possibly make clear. I know how lucky I am, too, that Justin got me that job and I promise I won’t blow it.”</p><p>Allison smiled. “It’s our pleasure. Trust me. You’re welcome to any food that’s in the kitchen. Justin won’t be home until late so I’ll probably just order something for dinner. I’ll let you know before I do in case you’re interested.”</p><p>“Sounds good, thanks,” he said.</p><p>Allison walked out with a smile on her face. Just outside the bedroom door she thought of something else she wanted to tell Blake and spun around to see that he’d already pulled his shirt off. She stared at his surprisingly muscular torso for a second and then scurried away. It wasn’t like he’d gotten naked, but she still felt a little embarrassed. Thankfully it didn’t seem like he’d noticed her staring.</p><p><br></p><p>“Does Justin work late a lot?” Blake asked as he looked up at the night sky.</p><p>It was a warm night so Allison had insisted they enjoy their takeout on the back patio. They’d cleaned their plates and polished off a bottle of wine. She wondered if Blake was feeling the same kind of buzz she had going.</p><p>“He does,” she said. “That business you’re trying to break into is very demanding, Blake, and the truth is you don’t really stand a chance at succeeding if you’re not willing to work insane hours.”</p><p>Allison knew she was trying her best to see the bright side of it. Justin had to work long hours to succeed. That didn’t mean it was perfect, though.</p><p>“Does that suck sometimes?” Blake asked.</p><p>Allison smiled at the young man sitting across from her. She felt like she’d learned quite a lot about him in the ninety minutes they’d spent enjoying good food and wine.</p><p>“It certainly does, Blake,” she said. “We don’t spend as much time together as I’d like, I suppose, and I’m just drunk enough to say that sometimes I wonder if we’ve grown apart a little bit over the years. Or maybe a lot.”</p><p>“Can I be honest?” Blake asked.</p><p>“Of course,” Allison said.</p><p>“I’m pretty sure it’s been almost two years since I’ve been in a pool and I really feel like I want to remedy that situation,” he said.</p><p>Allison was thoroughly surprised by the sudden shift in tone and she unleashed a gleeful belly laugh in response.</p><p>She stood up and said, “Then we absolutely must get you in the pool. It’s been so long that you shouldn’t go without a partner, though, so I will join you. I just need to change into my swimsuit and you should change into yours, obviously. “</p><p>Allison left the patio and headed towards her bedroom. She pulled open the dresser drawer that contained the many swimsuits she owned and for a moment experienced total paralysis at the idea of having to choose just one of them.</p><p>Eventually she settled on an elegant black one piece with cutouts along the side and back. She gave herself a quick look in the mirror and then chided herself for caring what she looked like when swimming with someone half her age.</p><p>Blake was standing poolside in his swimsuit as Allison stepped out onto the deck. He turned around and smiled as she let herself admire his body for just a moment. He was in far better shape than she imagined and he looked even better now that she was a little closer than she’d been earlier.</p><p>“Wow, Allison, you look great,” he said as his eyes lingered on her body.</p><p>Allison knew she shouldn’t feel flattered by his lingering stare, but she was. It felt good.</p><p>“Thank you, Blake. That’s very kind of you,” she said. “Now, shall we end your two year hiatus from pools?”</p><p>Blake walked towards the shallow end of the pool and Allison joined him. They both stared out at the water and he looked at her and flashed a giddy smile that seemed more than a little influenced by the wine they’d enjoyed together.</p><p>Allison smiled and said, “Do you think you’ve forgotten to swim, Blake? Are you nervous that you might get in the water and simply sink to the bottom and drown?”</p><p>He laughed and said, “It’s certainly possible. Two years is a long time. I’m not scared, though. You’ll save me if it looks like I’m drowning, right?”</p><p>“I will,” Allison said.</p><p>“You know how to give mouth to mouth, right? How to do CPR?” he asked.</p><p>“Not at all, so let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” she shot back.</p><p>Blake laughed and offered his hand. “Shall we enter the pool together?” he asked.</p><p>Allison took it and they each stepped into the warm water. Soon they were immersed up to their waists.</p><p>“Wow, it really is warm,” Blake said. “This is nice. I can see why you wanted a house with a pool.”</p><p>“I know, right?” Allison replied.</p><p>“Now, as we know it’s been two years since I’ve been in a pool and you swim almost every day. So, why don’t you show me how to swim, as I’ve obviously forgotten,” Blake suggested.</p><p>Allison flashed a smile at the younger man and her eyes darted to his impressively sculpted chest. She felt an alarming wave of arousal rush through her body before doing everything in her power to make it go away.</p><p>“What stroke would you like to see?” she asked.</p><p>“Backstroke,” Blake said.</p><p>Allison fell backwards into the water and broke into a backstroke that propelled her to the other end of the pool. She executed a graceful turnaround and floated by Blake on her way to the shallow end before repeating the process once more.</p><p>She came to a stop after two laps and stood up in front of Blake at the shallow end of the pool. She pulled her hair back and watched his eyes drift over her body in the tight black swimsuit.</p><p>“How was that?” Allison asked.</p><p>“It was remarkably sexy,” Blake said as their eyes met.</p><p>He stepped closer, and despite knowing that she should have backed away and left the pool, Allison didn’t move.</p><p>When Blake reached out and took her hand in his, she didn’t stop him. Instead, she moved towards him. She pressed her body against his and looked up at him.</p><p>“You’re so beautiful,” he said before leaning closer.</p><p>Their lips met for an electric kiss. Allison felt her body come alive with desire for the tall, handsome young man standing in her pool. She reached up and ran her hands over his chest and he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. The kiss deepened and Allison felt Blake’s erection press into her.</p><p>For a split second Allison let herself imagine what it would be like to let Blake inside her. She imagined how it would feel to have the tall, muscular young man fuck her, how the relentless energy that came with his youth would translate to an entirely different kind of sex, a kind of sex that she missed having.</p><p>Then, as if someone else had done it, Allison had Blake’s cock in her hand. His swimsuit was floating next to him and his hands were playing with her breasts as they kissed. His cock was long and thick and it was impossibly hard in the way that only a young man’s cock gets hard.</p><p>Blake slipped the straps of her swimsuit off Allison’s shoulders and she let him. He exposed her breasts and played with them as she moaned into his mouth and stroked his cock.</p><p>She released his erection to push her swimsuit off and let it float in the pool next to his. Their lips met once more. Allison was completely lost to her desire and she’d made the decision to take the encounter to its logical conclusion.</p><p>She put her arms around Blake’s neck and leapt out of the water. She wrapped her legs around him and he grasped her wet ass with two strong hands and skillfully guided her pussy onto his cock. Just like that Allison had another man inside her.</p><p>Blake held her in midair and bounced Allison on his cock. The sound of water splashing and flesh meeting flesh filled the night air.</p><p>“Blake, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Allison said.</p><p>“Me too,” he said.</p><p>“Harder, Blake, fuck me harder. Fuck me harder and cum inside me!”</p><p>Blake found the strength to fuck Allison harder as they stood in the pool and an orgasm ripped through her body. She clung tightly to the young man penetrating her pussy, closed her eyes, and experienced a blissful kind of release that she hadn’t enjoyed in years.</p><p>“Fuck, Allison, I’m cumming!” Blake said between deep groans.</p><p>He held her still as Allison felt his cock pulsing inside her. She smiled. She knew it was so wrong, but it felt good knowing that he was cumming inside her. She liked that he’d found her so irresistible.</p><p>Allison kissed him as Blake maintained his grip on her ass and his cock stayed hard inside her.</p><p>“Thank you,” she said. “That was exceptionally good.”</p><p>Blake lifted her off his cock and Allison stood in the pool once more. Some of the young man’s cum leaked out of her pussy and floated to the surface.</p><p>“We should probably get out,” she said while imagining the nightmare of cleaning little bits of cum out of the pool.</p><p>They grabbed their swimsuits and walked out of the pool, each with a smile on their face.</p><p>“I hope it goes without saying that we can’t tell my husband about this,” she said.</p><p>“I would never,” Blake said. “Truly, I would never tell him. You don’t have to worry.”</p><p>Allison pulled him close for another kiss. She knew she was supposed to feel guilty, but for the moment she felt nothing but post-orgasmic bliss and a sense of gratitude for the young man that had just provided her with such a satisfying climax.</p><p>“You’re beautiful,” Blake said. “And that was incredible. The best sex of my life.”</p><p>Allison smiled and stepped into her swimsuit before gathering the remnants of their meal and bringing them inside.</p><p>“I’m going to see if I can get some writing done,” she said after tossing everything. “So I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”</p><p>“Goodnight, Allison,” Blake said as he put on his swimsuit and headed down the hallway.</p><p>“Goodnight,” she replied.</p><p>Allison assumed the guilt – a guilt she should absolutely have felt – would arrive soon, but as Blake walked away all she could think about was how she wanted to invite him back to her bedroom for another round.</p><p>Instead, Allison headed for the shower. She had no intention of confessing what she’d done to her husband and she didn’t want him finding out because she happened to have another man’s cum leaking out of her when he crawled into bed that night.</p><p>As she stepped into the flow of hot water and closed her eyes, Allison felt him inside her again. She felt his hands on her ass. She felt his cock filling her in ways she hadn’t been filled in a very long time. She let her fingers drift between her legs. She played with her pussy. She had another orgasm.</p><p>It was the second orgasm that made Allison wonder if she had a real problem on her hands. She thought it might dissipate some of her desire, but it did no such thing. She still wanted more of Blake. She needed it. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do.</p>