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A May December Romance

Chapter 4: What Could Have Been

"Shit. Shit. Shit!"

Vic slammed the front door behind her and threw her overnight bag across the room.

"What is the hell just happened" she thought to herself?

Something was going on between her and Walt, but what that was exactly, she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Damnit. She needed a beer.

Vic had been in a daze the entire ride over from Walt's place and somehow she knew things were about to get way more complicated. The night had not gone as she'd expected, but then again, what did she actually think would happen.

Accepting Walt's invitation to stay had been her first mistake. Sleeping in his bed and not on the couch had been her second. Her third, traipsing around the house in only a t-shirt and frilly panties. And finally, leaving without telling him how she felt.

Inherently, Vic knew exactly what she was doing when she made all of those decisions. When Walt asked, and then all but pressured her to stay, she had been elated. She'd stayed at his home on one other occasion; when Ed Groski had been stalking her and her husband was out of town. It had all been very innocent, but when Lizzie, the woman he'd been seeing walked in, she'd of course assumed something was going on; which had been further from the truth. Vic had to admit, she felt a bit superior that she'd pissed Lizzie off. Besides, Lizzie wasn't right for Walt. She didn't think any woman was; none in this town anyway.

As for sleeping in his bed, she'd often fantasized about what it would be like. She was secretly overjoyed when he insisted she take the bedroom. The first thing she did when she got inside and closed the door was to crawl onto his bed and sprawl out over the blanket. Oh God; she could smell him. Like a woody cologne, it was a mixture of pine, hints of citrus and patchouli. It's what a man should smell like and it turned her on.

Thinking of that night, she took a long swig of her beer.

Rolling around on the blanket, she took a good look around the room. It was rustic, with handmade pine furniture. Sturdy and impressive, just like Walt. She allowed herself to imagine what he did while he was in his room, his invisible form next to her.

"Whew!" The thought alone got her juices flowing.

Sitting up, she glanced at the clock beside his bed. It was getting late and she was tired so she decided to shower then hit the sack.

As she turned on the water, as hot as she could stand, she slowly peeled her clothes off and stepped inside.

Lathering up, she thought of Walt. His powerful hands substituting for her wash cloth, in her mind they roamed freely over her body. Soapy, she imagined them gliding down her neck, past her shoulder and settling on her breasts.

Vic gasped and in fear opened her eyes. She was sure she wasn't very loud, but she definitely didn't want Walt to know what she was doing, let alone suspect.

Back in fantasy mode, his hands had made their way further down onto her waist where he pulled her close, his hard cock pressed firmly against her buttocks. Vic's own fingers penetrated her moist walls as she allowed herself to delve deeper into her waking dream.

Walt was so goddamn sexy, but he didn't realize it. He was tall and brooding. A man of few words, she yearned to hear him talk just so she could watch his lips move. And he so fucking handsome. Rugged yet sensitive, she so wanted to be wrapped in his embrace and have him never let her go.

It didn't take long for her to cum, her body folded into itself, the spasms overtaking her, she had to steady herself so that she wouldn't slip in the tub.

Then naked, she crawled between the cool crisp white sheets of his bed, Walt still on her mind.

Alas, this was no time to be lost in an illusion.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Absentmindedly, she knocked over the beer that had been settled on the edge of the counter. Grabbing the dish towel that was slung over the sink counter, she wiped it up and thought she was the one that should have some sense knocked into her.

Her and Walt… hah! He probably thought of her like a daughter. An adult sized playmate for Cady.

Really all she was doing with this speculating was making herself sick. So, she decided, if Walt did have any interest in her, he was going to have to man up and make a move. Vic was tired of being the aggressor in the relationship. She'd done it with Sean and she'd done it with Ed. Look where all of that got her.

She wanted to be pursued in the old fashioned way.

Walt would ask her on a date and take her out to a nice restaurant. They'd talk a long stroll hand in hand and talk about nothing in particular. Then at the end of the evening, he'd walk her to her front door and give her a sweet, yet tender kiss goodnight.

So, she made up her mind. Tomorrow, she open up her heart to the possibility of Walt.