The moment gets the better of you.

You've never thought of yourself as some sort of cougar; a **** older, yet beautiful woman, hunting after younger men. Yet the innocence charms of Christopher, and the incredible wanton idea of taking his virginity in a way he would never forget, you find incredibly tantalizing. Ignoring the numerous possible repercussions, you decide to make a man of Mr. Sajenson this night, besides, it is his birthday.

"I know why you can't finish the story." You stand, running your hand down the side of your body as you give Christopher your best bedroom look. "It's really quite obvious."

The high school senior is nearly quaking while his gaze is glued on drinking in every inch of your curves as you saunter over and sit close next to him on the couch.

Placing your hand on his trembling knee you look deeply into his eyes. "Christopher, you're smart, creative and caring enough to write the ending of this story. You're just lacking one thing; Experience."

"Experience with writing?" He stammers, barely getting his words out.

You gently shake your head with an inviting smile. "No." You lean in close. Your breasts pressing against his upper arm. "Tell me, have you ever kissed a girl?"

At first he nods his head in agreement, but then slowly shakes it in the negative as he looks away. Reaching up with your hand you gently take his chin and turn his mouth towards yours. Lightly pressing your lips against his, you kiss Mr. Sajenson. Though he doesn't put much action into his end, the feeling of him melting under your kiss only encourages you to increase the intensely and passion of your lips' embrace. When you finally release, he gasps with an amazed, "Ohhh!"

Letting your hand slide down you softly, yet insistently, uncross Christopher's legs, exposing his pant covered erection. Kissing his neck you whisper in a deep voice, "Tell me, do you fantasize about making love to Rhiannon?"

Christopher only quietly moans, afraid to answer, but you will have none of it. "You do, don't you?" Kissing him again on the lips. "Is that your favorite dream to masturbate too?"

When again he doesn't reply you barely glide the tip of your fingers up and down the pulsating ridge outline in his pants, teasing him until he answers. "Tell me." You demand in a quiet whisper.

"Yes!" He finally moans, completely bewitched by your touch. "Every night. I can't help myself."

Taking his head with both hands you passionately kiss him. When your lips release, your fragrant hair brushes against his cheek as your mouth moves next to his ear, while your hand slides down his chest. "When you take Rhiannon in your dreams," you whisper, "are you Wydan?" Christopher groans loudly, while his entire body quakes, as you take his erection firmly in hand. "Or are you the demon?"