My Forbidden Fling with My Son’s Best Friend

"Gently... please, be gentle. It's been so long since I've been touched by a man..."

Late into the night, I lay face down on my bed, clutching a pillow. My nightgown was pushed up around my knees, tugged there by the man behind me.

He leaned in, his face brushing against my neck, and began to softly trace my skin with his tongue.

My name is Rebecca Evans. I’m 38 years old, and I’m a widow.

Ever since my husband died, I’ve kept to myself—focusing on raising my son alone, working hard to give him a good life, praying he’d grow up to be someone I could be proud of.

But on what started as just another ordinary night, everything slowly began to spiral out of my control.

That afternoon, I was doing yoga in the living room, waiting for my son to come back from training at the Sports Academy. The door clicked open. I glanced up—and froze.

Standing behind my son was a tall, well-built young man, his eyes drifting down the neckline of my nightgown.

Since my son only came home once a month now, I’d gotten used to going braless around the house. It wasn’t until I followed the stranger’s gaze that I realized—I was completely exposed.

I’ve always been busty, and in that forward bend, the loose neckline of my nightgown had fallen open.

The deep curve of my cleavage, the pale swell of my breasts—everything was on full display for this stranger standing across from me.

But he was already here. I had no choice but to invite them in. I washed some fruit and brought it over to the coffee table.

"Hello, ma’am. I’m Zachary Lowell."

The young man stood up smoothly from the couch. "There’s something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What is it?" I motioned for him to sit.

Maybe it was because I was ovulating. Or maybe it had just been too long since a man had looked at me that way. But despite myself, I liked the appreciation in Zachary’s eyes.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should’ve excused myself to put on a bra. But I didn’t.

Zachary, it turned out, was from San Francisco. He usually went back home during breaks, but with the NCAA Championships coming up, training was going to be intense. Flying back and forth wasn’t practical, so he asked if he could stay with us for a while.