‘I’m Pete,’ he said. ‘Mark couldn’t get here tonight. He hadda study for a test or something. He said I could use his car and that I should ...ake you out and show you a good time.’ She wasn’t sure what to do. ‘I…I don’t know she said, hesitantly. After all, she was Mark’s girl. It wouldn’t be right for her to go out with someone else. ‘Mark said to tell ya he expects ya ta take good care of his pals…or maybe he’ll haveta find another girl,’ Pete said. She didn’t like it that Mark had put her on. We talked about possibilities for a while; I was totally out of my depth, but Delores had good ideas. She knew this stuff; she’d been managing small business her whole life. She knew people around town, she was connected.She rose from the water, and I handed her a towel.“Stop that mooning!” she admonished me.She paced up and down her small living room, the towel wrapped around her not quite covering her as she thought out loud; payroll, inventory, leases, bills, accounting, lawyer, banker,. My mouth was dry and my heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my temples when I was released for the weekend. I met her at her hotel room. Nothing needed to be said. I was 19 now and she was a 38 year old married white BBW. We were tearing the clothes off each other, we both smelled from a long days work but we didn’t care. We didn’t have any foreplay. We were both wet and ready from all the conversations and the anticipation. As soon as we were completely naked, I pushed her down. Deni would text me at every chance she got, just short messages of “I love you”, “I need you” and such. I couldn’t help but love her, she was behaving like a teen in a first relationship. I guess in a way, we both were.It got to almost 4pm and my phone buzzed once again. The message read “Dave messaged me, he’s stopping away one more night”. My heart raced at the prospect.I heard the sound of her car pulling up about 5:30, right at her usual time, but instead of heading home to her house, she.