The wind was at its strongest in the summer. She could hear the wind pressing up against the window and his hand traveling up her thigh. They were infatuated with each other in every way. She smiled as she saw his broad figure hover over her in the dim light. He came down and pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. His hands danced in her thick head of hair. Her hands ran down his smooth silky back as their kiss continued. The tip of his tongue traced her petite jaw line to her neck. Her breathing became bolder as she felt him adjusting between her legs. She shivered at the warmth of his lips on her navel. A sigh escaped her lips as she knew his game of torture.
She was someone else around him. There was nothing or anyone she needed to hide her true self when with him. There was nothing she could hide from him. She couldn't fake a smile or agreement. She was free in his arms and she had never felt that way with anyone before. He had become her comfort zone her rock.
He ran his fingers down her stomach in a ghostly touch that made her body tense up with Goosebumps. A sweet chuckle left his lips to penetrate their energy and their combined breathing. She reached out and pulled him closer to her heated body and locked eyes with him. Lust and impatience filled her hazel eyes. She closed her eyes as their lips made contact once again when a knock on the door startled them.
"Karen can we talk?"
"Fuck…" she covered his gaping mouth with her shaking hand.
"Wait here…don't move." She said leaving his side and retrieving her robe.
She took a deep breath; reached for the door; creaked it open slightly. There stood Grace in her lollipop pajamas and gaping eyes. Her massive red hair flowing in the air with the opened window down the hall.
"What is it honey?" Karen asked disturbed and flustered.
"I can't sleep! Will hasn't come home yet. Jack said that he didn't see him after we left the restaurant. What if he's hurt? I don't know what to do, Karen!" Grace twitched in a surge of panic.
"Oh Gracie, I'm sure he's fine where ever he is. Go back to bed." She rushed her down the hall of her lake house.
"Karen…what is up with you?" Grace asked stopping her mid way.
"Honey, it's 3:00 a.m. and your worrying about a person whose probably perfectly fine." She replied with a hidden agenda.
Grace's mouth dropped at Karen's carelessness. She scoffed and took her lead back to her bedroom in the darkened house. Karen did the same slamming the door behind her hiding her laughter.
She leaned back on the door releasing the air of laughter she was holding back from the scene outside her door. She slouched in a childish way to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He came behind her and placed his chin on her shoulder. He knew what she was thinking but, both knew it wasn't such a good idea at the moment or at all. Their affair couldn't go further than that room or their lips. Neither knew what they felt for each other and were scared of what they did feel.
Her body dropped when his hands held on to her arms; turning her around to face him. A delicate smile formed her lips as they locked eyes. She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. She leaned forward and their lips became lost in a long passionate kiss. He laid her on her back and continued where they had left off. She planted her feet on the bed as he fixed himself between her.
"Oh my God Will!" she shouted relieved.
"Look what I found walking in the woods this morning." Karen joked as she walked with Will back her house by the lake.
"Where were you last night? Do you know how worried I was?" Grace questioned rushing to his side.
Will gave a half witted smile and hugged her. Karen stayed behind staring out into the clam water that carried so many memories for her and her family. From the time she was Stan's mistress to the time he proposed to her at dim lighted picnic by the rocks looking over the clear blue lake; the unexpected vacations with the step kids. How weird life had become it was all a cycle. First she was the mistress and now her own lover. A lover who was a friend and her rock; deceiving her husband like he had done to his wife with Karen. Falling into the arms of a man who you didn't take vows with. Exploring different levels of passion with someone besides your spouse was exciting and depressing all in one. She dreamt about the second she was back in his arms and being deceitful.
"Come on Karen, Will is going to tell us about his night last night." Jack squealed from the side deck of the house.
What? He can't possibly tell them without me! She thought to her self with panic flooding her mind and body.
"Karen!"
"I'll be there in a minute, Jack!" she turned her head to the house.
She took a deep breath before turning towards the house and face her friends once again. She heard the steps on the stone drive way, but she stayed still. She waited for the embrace of his arms, but nothing. She took a deep breath before turning back. All she found was absolutely nothing. She looked about for a second, but there was no one in sight. Could this of been her conscience playing tricks on her? The torment of passionate nights with a man no where near her husband. She shook it off and headed up the rocky drive way. Your conscience couldn't be this cruel to you. Only thing she didn't know was that all of this could lead to a crude awakening.
"So Karen, who were you with last night?" Slipped out of Jack's lips in question.
Karen flinched at the thought of her friend hearing her or even knowing she was in bed with someone. The odd thing was that there was no slightness of disappointment in his voice. She turned her head and looked out the window in avoidance to the question.
"So what are the plans for today?" she asked in order to change the subject.
"Karen…. Who was it???" Grace asked in place of Jack.
"It's no one you'd know, ok?" she answered annoyed.
"Guys, come on. We all know it wasn't Stan so lay off. She doesn't need to explain who it was. Besides, this is her house and she was nice enough to bring us with her." Will stepped in for her.
Karen became distant the rest of the afternoon. She pretty much kept to herself. Her bedroom became her only domain for the time being. She was so embarrassed that she hadn't been able to answer Jack's personal question. Though it being none of his business, she still felt awful that they found out she was being unfaithful. On the bright side they didn't have the slightest clue who she might have been with. As long as Will promised to keep it locked away so did she.