Ah, what the hell.

"Amy, this is the dumbest thing you've done since you decided to give that cheating ex another chance." You tell yourself as you take Christopher's hand in yours as he tries to head for the door. In a way, your ex is part of the lame justification you give yourself as you pull the young man back into your arms. Of course, Frank was screwing around with twenty year old college coeds, not an 18 year old high-school senior, but then again he was married at the time, you are a free woman.

"Mmmph??" Is all Christopher can say as your lips find his. His surprise and timidness are a pleasant change from the few disastrous kisses you've had the past two years. For the first time in your life really now that you think about it you are the one driving the action. "Oh my God, I'm a cougar!" For some reason this characterization makes you giggle and your kiss ends abruptly.

"I'm sorry." You hold Christopher's head gently with both your hands and pull back just far enough so you can look in each other's eyes. "I should have asked you." For years you've railed against men who claim that the women they had assaulted wanted to be kissed (or worse) and here you did exactly the same thing.

"It's OK Ms. Summers, really."

"Maybe you should call me Amy, if we're going to kiss again." His eye's brightened immediately and he flashed you a brilliant smile. Before he could resume your embrace, you gently pull his glasses from his face and set them on a side table. "This is a one time thing. I never end first dates like this (Oh Amy you big liar) but because there isn't going to be a second date, I think we can make an exception." Another gentle kiss followed, this one quite a bit longer, with a little tentative tongue, and one that definitely did not end in a giggle. When you finally pull apart you are breathing heavy and tingling all over.

"Oh wow Ms., ah, I mean Amy, but Wow!" It was nice to appreciated like this. You lead Christopher into the living room and nestle up against him on the sectional.

"So Queen Rhiannon and Wydan did it right there in the sacred grove?" You ask, after another kiss. Clearly the image of the Welsh queen had made more of an impression on you than you thought, because you cannot get her out of your thoughts.

"Well she was still naked, and I thought..." You can hear the doubt in his voice, and jump to reassure him.

"No, it makes sense, she's naked and **** and he's clearly worthy..." Without thinking about what you were doing, you step away from Christopher's arms and pull off your clothes. Kneeling naked on the floor at his feet you rub the plush carpet suggestively and gaze up at the stunned boy. "Do you think this carpet is anything like the moss that coated the forest floor?"