Red Lady

Not wanting to waste an opportunity to impress his date Ron pulled out all stops. So there he was now: standing in front of Mrs. Possible's door, in his new black tuxedo, a bouquet of blood red roses in his hand, a limousine waiting behind him.

When Mrs. Possible opened the door Ron was speechless for a moment. Even though, he had seen each article of clothes already the combination made them even better. She had Furthermore pulled on jewelry and a bit of makeup. To Ron she looked absolutely stunning.

Swallowing hard Ron managed to gain control of his motor functions back and reached her the roses, 'Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.'

Smiling Anne took them and put them into a vase especially for this purpose. She began to get used to Ron's style and was sure that she would greatly enjoy the evening. After all Ron had showed her till now there just wasn't any other option. Not with Ron.

She turned out to be right. The limousine took them to a fancy restaurant that Ron had especially rented for them. Not just one table. The entire restaurant.

After dinner they drove up on off the biggest hills in Middleton and watched the sky through the sliding roof of the limousine.

When they were nearly back Mrs. Possible was completely wrapped around Ron's finger. She didn't think there was a thing she would refuse him now. The whole evening had just been so perfect. That combined whit her sadness made her do something she wouldn't even have considered two days ago.

When the limousine came to a halt she said something to the chauffeur that Ron couldn't understand. He thought that it was probably a thank you of sorts.

Opening the door of the car for her Ron lead Anne to the house door. Anne having expected this smiled to herself. When the time for him to take his leave Anne brought up all the courage she could muster and kissed him full on the lips.

This last two days Ron had made her feel more alive than ten years now. Maybe he could show her what it felt like to be a woman again.

Ron stiffed, the kiss was unexpected but his surprise melted away under Annette's gentle touch. He didn't resist in the slightest when she pulled him into the house. There were only the two now.

Kissing and groping the two made her way through the house. Their clothes carelessly flung somewhere. First their shoes, then Ron's jacket. Once in the bedroom the game continued.

First was Ron. Anne practically ripped his shirt open. His trousers didn't have more luck. Not that one of them cared. Their passion was the only thing on their mind.

Where Anne was hasty Ron took his time: Slowly he slid the black dress down her body. Enjoying the feel of skin against skin. Trailing kisses between the valley of her breasts earning gasps and moans…

Both lovers were woken up the next day by the sun sending its light through the window and the cheerful chirping of the birds. Both feeling the pleasant warmth of the other near them. Yet none knew where the last night would take them.

Ron wasn't sure if the last night was just an accident lead on by Annette's craving for a bit of love or if she really liked him. He hoped it was the latter but it was hard to tell. Whatever it may be, one thing he was sure of: He didn't regret anything!

Anne wasn't free from doubt either. Not in hindsight of the last night. Oh no, she would gladly do it again. The problem didn't lay there. She felt great joy in that but she was wondering what Ron saw in her. He had stated that he thought of her as a beautiful woman but to what degree? In the end she was thirty for! Eighteen years his senior and the mother of his best friend! How would he react to her affection?

Did he sleep with her out of love or was it just the passion of the moment? Then there were other problems: What would the others think? A sudden thought hit her. What they did was illegal and could completely destroy her and knowing her husband he wouldn't hesitate a second to betray her to the cops.

But then again, he didn't have to know anything of them now, did he? Turning so that she could look at her young lover she looked right in his warm brown eyes. She hesitated for a bit, 'Do you-, do you regret yesterday?

If so I could understand, I mean I'm old and already a mother. Oh god I don't know what I was thinking yesterday. I-.' Before her ranting could get any further than it had already gotten Ron stopped her with a kiss. Calming her in a heartbeat.

Seeing that she had calmed down for a moment Ron sighted, 'Did you have to destroy this peaceful moment? I thought I left no room for any form of insecurity that I love you, or do you think that I take any sexy red head for a few thousand Dollar shopping spree?'

Anne blushed at remembering letting herself go like some young schoolgirl but what could she say, she was a woman and Ron simply brought her out. And how good that felt.

That brought up another thought: If they didn't regret the last night and they both liked the other, why were they still just lying there? Maybe she should show Ron the advantages of dating an older woman…

Even though the others were about to return that day the two lovers spend the whole day together. First in bed then in the shower, after breakfast on the kitchen table then again in the shower and finally on the coach…

They barely managed to clean the whole mess up und hide the fancy clothes. Not once before had Ron been so glad that he always kept a few set of clothes there.

When the others arrived they didn't notice anything. To Kim's question why he was so tired he simply answered that being so far away from his bestest of best friends had taken it's toll on his sleep. She simply thought that he played games through the night. Especially when Ron blushed after she voiced her accusing but really, who could blame him?

Mr. Possible didn't even care why his wife was tired. Had probably spent the whole weekend crying. The fresh sheets only strengthened his suspicion.

Both didn't even notice the red roses standing in a vase at the front door. Not yet…