I kept checking the mirror for a scarlet letter on my forehead. I was having an affair with a married man. I was in love and I was scared someone woul... find out. Yet I longed to be in his arms right then. My cheeks flushed as I recalled our week together. If I wasn't instigating lovemaking then Matthew was. We never stopped. We never tired. I was usually sprawled on top of him and I could hear his heart pounding loudly in my ear as his fingers softly stroked my back or my neck. I had been. "Aren't you going to help poor Reggie?" asked Betty, pulling at Archie's sleeve."Nope. I warned him, hell, everybody warned him. Besides, he deserves it!"Betty looked at him indignantly. But Archie, used to Veronica's intimidating glares, was unimpressed. But it didn't matter, because fat old Mr. Weatherbee came up and unfortunately saved Reggie's life. Archie wouldn't have minded seeing his rival for Ronnie in the hospital!That night, Archie Andrews had a big smile on his freckled face as he. I found your exposed flesh at the edges of your clothes; around the back of your neck, your arms, the side of your neck and lightly stroked. I ran my fingers through your hair and lightly pulled. I stroked around the front of your neck and down to the breastbone…teasingly and stroked no further there. We were close now, holding one another. You were straddling my left leg when I felt you press against it…lightly at first. I ran my hand down to your ass and pushed firmly as I pressed my thigh. But there was that attraction that couldn’t be dismissed.This particular Friday as she arrived at her normal time, I could tell something was wrong. She explained that she had pulled a muscle in her back at work and it was really hurting. We settle in our normal routine of her messing on the computer and me watching TV. As we prepared for bed, I offer to share my bed as the couch would surely make it worst. She declined the invitation. Later she asked if I would be willing to rub her back.