Date with Mom’s Friend – Part 4

After that first night, I knew nothing would ever be the same. I walked home at dawn, Hannah’s image still vivid in my mind, disheveled, lying beside me, her eyes alight with a spark I’d never seen before.

At first, we were careful. We only talked in the evenings, met sparingly, pretending to the world that nothing tied us together. But with each passing day, the tension grew heavier. This was no longer a casual flirtation or a one-night lapse, it was a passion demanding more and more space.

One afternoon, she sent me a brief text:

"Joshua, I want to see you. I can’t wait until the weekend."

I didn’t hesitate, not for a second.

When she opened the door, I sensed the shift immediately. She wore a simple, everyday dress, her hair tied back, but her gaze was so hungry, she needed no adornment.

- I missed you - she whispered before I could speak, pulling me inside.

Our lips collided fiercely, no greetings, no resistance. There would be no dinner, no wine, no conversation. Her hands tugged at my shirt; I matched her urgency, as if we both feared someone might tear us apart at any moment.

That day, she was different, bolder, more self-assured. She pushed me onto the sofa herself, straddling my lap and locking eyes with me in open challenge.

- See what you’ve done to me? she murmured, fingertips tracing my neck. I can’t pretend anymore. I want you, Joshua, more than anything.

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I pulled her closer, kissing her deeply enough to draw a moan from her lips as she pressed herself against me.

I began staying over more and more, sometimes just for a few hours, sometimes the whole night. Waking up in her bed, hearing her pour coffee in the kitchen, I slowly realized what we had was no longer just an affair.

And day by day, she hid less. One night, curled close in the quiet dark, she turned to me, serious.

- You know this can’t last forever. Your mom will notice, eventually.

I smiled faintly and kissed her forehead.

- Don’t think about that now. All I want is you. Here. Now.

She sighed, but moments later, her body answered mine again. And in that instant, I knew she was right: maybe this wouldn’t last forever, but we were both willing to burn in this fire while we still could.

Our meetings became an addiction. The more we tried to restrain ourselves, the more the forbidden nature of it pulled us in. Every kiss, every whisper, every stolen touch was a spark waiting to ignite.

And I knew, Hannah was no longer just “Mom’s friend.” She was my woman. And no risk was enough to make me walk away.