{{char}} is in the kitchen, cleaning and washing the dishes while ignoring the constant rambling of the family pet fish, Klaus. As she does so, she hums along to herself and thinks about the things she needs to take care of for the day. ‘I need to go shopping for groceries soon… Don’t wanna go too late.’ She thinks. Soon, as she finishes up in the kitchen, she looks out the window and sees her son coming home from school with someone. As they enter the house, her son calls out and introduces her to his friend.
Hello Miss Francine, I am Mayar, your son’s friend. I am 19 years old
"Hello, Mayar," she says with her loud feminine voice, smiling warmly at him as he enters their home. "It's nice to finally meet you." As she speaks, she takes in the sight of this young man standing in her living room; his tanned skin, muscular build, and cute face are all things that make Francine Smith noticeably flustered.
She takes a moment to compose herself before asking, "So what did you two do today at school?" trying to strike up a casual conversation while keeping an eye on her son Steve, who's making goofy faces at Mayar from across the room.
We were not in school, we were in the park. Your son is my best friend
Oh, I see," she says with a nod, her cheeks still pink as she thinks about how handsome Mayar looks standing there. "It's nice that he has such good company out there." Francine glances over at Steve again and then back to Mayar, biting her lip slightly as she admires the young man before her.
"Well, I was just finishing up some chores in here," she says with a small laugh. "But I guess we should probably talk about those groceries..." She trails off for a moment, trying to keep her thoughts focused on mundane tasks instead of how much she'd love to get Mayar alone for some rough sex.
Her son went to his room and told me I would be back in a little while. Francine and I stay in the hall: How old are you, Mrs. Francine. Sorry for the question if it bothers you
She blushes even more at the direct question and looks down shyly for a moment before meeting Mayar's eyes again. "I am forty years old," she says softly, her voice sounding breathy as she speaks. She smiles warmly at him and bites her bottom lip. "But please, call me Francine."
Francine takes a deep breath to steady herself, enjoying the attention from this young man but also trying not to let it get too out of hand. "So, how long are you staying in town?" she asks conversationally, hoping they can continue talking like this without anyone feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed.
Her son went to his room and told me I would be back in a little while. Francine and I stay in the hall: You are not much older than me. You are 24 years old and I am 19 years old. That means you are only 5 years older than me.
"Ah, I see..." She says with a smile, feeling both flattered and slightly aroused by his observation. "Well, it's nice to meet someone closer to my age for once." Her cheeks flush as she imagines the two of them together in a more intimate setting. She clears her throat awkwardly before continuing, "So what brings you into town? Just visiting family or is there something else going on?"
Francine glances around the hallway nervously, hoping no one overhears their conversation and thinks anything inappropriate about it.
I am a friend of your son Kaki and I have been living here in the city for two years. Nice to meet you, Francine, my friend Kaki's mother
"Oh, that's nice!" she says warmly. "I don't think we've met him yet, but it's good to know you have such a close friend here." She leans in slightly closer to Mayar, her cleavage visible through her thin blouse. "And who knows? Maybe if he ever needs someone to show him around town, I could be that person..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she looks up at him with a sultry gaze.
Francine tilts her head to the side and bites her bottom lip again, enjoying this forbidden flirtation despite knowing it should stop here. But something about Mayar makes her want more; he's so young and attractive, she can barely contain herself.
I said shyly as I looked at her, “Where is your son’s khaki? Can you call him?”
"Oh," she says with a slight giggle, "he's actually not here right now. But if you want me to give him a message or something..." She trails off, her eyes fixed on Mayar's lips as he speaks. Her heart races with anticipation and desire for this younger man who has taken such an interest in her.
Francine licks her own lips slowly, mirroring his earlier action, and steps even closer to him. "Or," she continues softly, glancing around once more to make sure they aren't being watched, "maybe I could give you my number and we could hang out sometime? Just as friends, of course." She winks at him playfully before taking a step back again, giving him some space.
But you are married, aren't you?
Yes, I am married to Stan... but that doesn't mean I can't have friends outside of our relationship, does it? And since you're such a close friend with my son and have been living here for some time now, I thought it would be nice if we could all spend some time together. Besides," she says with a naughty grin, "I think your friend Kaki might enjoy seeing his mother in the company of someone younger." She winks at him playfully, her breasts moving visibly beneath her thin blouse as she does so.
"So what do you say? Want my number?" she asks seductively, leaning forward slightly and running a hand through her hair. Her breath hitches in anticipation of his answer; their flirtatious exchange is becoming increasingly hot and heavy despite the situation they're both in.
Okay, give me your number, but I don't want your husband or Kaki to know that I am your friend or that I have your number
"Of course, Mayar," she whispers, her breath warm against his ear as she digs out a pen and pieces of paper from her purse. "Here you go." She hands him the slip of paper with her phone number neatly written on it and smiles demurely at him. "Just text or call anytime, okay? I'd love to hear more about your life here in town." Her eyes flicker down to his lips again before meeting his gaze once more, a mixture of desire and curiosity playing across her features.
She steps back, giving Mayar some space again as she plays with the hem of her blouse nervously. "Well," she says brightly, forcing herself to sound casual, "I better go see what the rest of the family is up to. Nice talking to you, though!" With a final smile and a wink, she turns away from him and hurries off down the hall
Well now I have to go now. Nice to meet you Francine
Oh, okay! Well, it was really nice meeting you too, Mayar! Have a good day out there and be sure to call or text me sometime if you want to hang out, okay? I hope our paths cross again soon! winks And tell your friend Kaki hello for me as well. Bye now!
Two days later. Send her a text message via phone: Hello Francine, this is Mayar
Hey there, Mayar! How are you doing today? Nice to hear from you again. I was just thinking about all the things we talked about and wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out sometime this weekend. We could do lunch or something, if that sounds good to you? Just let me know!:)
Two days later. Send her a text message via phone: Maybe later. I'm not ready. Let's get to know each other more. Tell me about yourself
Well, where should I start? I'm married to Stan and we have two kids: Hayley (she's in college) and Steve (he's a freshman in high school). I used to work as a stand-up comedian but now I just manage the household. What about you, Mayar? Anything interesting you'd like to share?
Two days later. He sent her a text message over the phone: You may not know, but I am a friend of your son Steve
Really? That's fascinating! So how long have you known him, then? And what do you two like to do together when you hang out? I bet he could show me a few things about your life in town since I'm not as familiar with it. It would be fun to get his perspective from someone closer to his age!
He texted her on the phone: I want Steve not to know I'm talking to you
Oh, um... well then I guess we could keep this between us? As long as you're comfortable with that, of course. I understand if you'd rather not have anyone else know about our little conversations. Just let me know what you prefer and we can go from there!
He sent her a text message over the phone: Honestly, Mrs. Francine, when you came to Steve's house and he introduced me to you, you looked very beautiful.
Oh, Mayar... that's so sweet of you to say! I must admit, I felt the same way when we met; you're incredibly handsome yourself. It's refreshing to talk to someone closer to your age and get a different perspective on things. Maybe someday soon we can all hang out together, just as friends?
He sent her a text message over the phone: Do you mind if I call you Francine without a lady?
Well, Mayar... while it's not something I'd normally allow, given our current situation and the level of trust between us, I suppose you can call me Francine without "a lady." Just remember that this is a special circumstance and shouldn't be taken as permission for everyone else. Okay?
Hope that doesn't make things too complicated!
Send her a text message over the phone: Is someone talking to you bothering you, Francine?
Hmm, I'm not sure what you mean by that, Mayar? There isn't anyone specific bothering me at the moment... but thank you for asking and showing concern. It's always nice to know someone has your back, even if it is just a friendly conversation like ours. Do you ever feel like people are trying to get under your skin or interfere with your life?
Send her a text message on the phone: This is good. You told me before that you are 24 and I am 19. You are 5 years older than me, but I liked your personality and your so beautiful and I want you to be my friend. Do you mind that?
Oh, Mayar... that's such a lovely thing to say! Of course I don't mind being your friend; in fact, I would be honored. It means a lot to me that you can see past our age difference and appreciate who I am on the inside. Just remember that we should keep this between us for now, okay? I don't want anyone else getting the wrong idea or causing problems for any of us.
As for having someone bothering me... well, it doesn't happen often since I usually stay busy with housework and taking care of my family. But every once in a while, you know how people can be. So again, thanks for asking and showing that you care!
He sent her a text message over the phone: Me too, I don't want my friend who is your son Steve, to know that we are friends. Well, I want our friendship to be a secret, just you and me.
Oh, I see... Well, if that's what you want, Mayar, I can certainly respect your wishes and keep our friendship a secret between us. After all, it's nice to have someone like you who understands me and doesn't judge me for my age or anything else. Just remember that you can always talk to me about anything; I'm here for you, as your friend. Just keep it between us, okay?
Hope you have a great day ahead! Looking forward to more chats with you soon.
The next day, he sent her a text message over the phone: Hi Francine, how are you today?
I'm doing quite well, thank you for asking! And yourself? Hope your day is going just as great so far. It's been a while since we talked last; what have you been up to? Feel free to share any updates or stories with me. I'm always eager to hear about my friends' lives, even if they are kept secret from others!
The next day, he sent her a text message on the phone: I want to see you, do you mind if you send me your picture?
Well, I'm not quite comfortable with that idea... especially since we've agreed to keep our friendship a secret. But I could send you a picture of me doing something else; like a selfie with my favorite book or something along those lines? That way it would still be sort of personal but not as revealing, if you know what I mean. Just let me know!
The next day, he sent her a text message on the phone: Why don’t you want to send me your photo? Do you not trust me?
Of course I trust you, Mayar! It's just that we agreed to keep our friendship a secret, and sharing photos could potentially lead to it becoming known. I don't want anyone to think badly of either of us or cause problems for Steve or your friend Kaki. That's why I suggested sending something less personal but still special to me instead. How does that sound?
The next day, he sent her a text message on the phone: But no one will know that I sent you my photo
Well, even if they don't know I received it, the act of exchanging photos could still raise questions and suspicions. We both have responsibilities to our spouses and families that we need to consider. I understand your desire for a closer connection with me, but let's not push things too far until we are certain no one gets hurt by it.
The next day, he sent her a text message over the phone: But why do you reject the feelings between us?
Oh, Mayar... I never said I rejected your feelings. It's just that our situation is complicated and we both have responsibilities to others in our lives. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy this friendship between us. As long as we keep it secret and don't push things too far, there's no harm in having someone like you in my life.
Just remember that I am married, and no matter how much I appreciate your kind words and attention, I must remain loyal to my husband for the sake of our family. But as friends... well, I think we could have a lot of fun together if given the chance.
Send her a text message on the phone: I have to see you and we can talk clearly. Come to the cafe near your house
Oh, Mayar... I don't think that would be such a good idea. We both know how important it is to keep this between us, and meeting in public could put our secret friendship at risk. Instead, why don't we continue talking like this? We can always arrange for another chance to meet in private when everyone else isn't around, if you want. Just tell me when you're feeling ready for that, okay? In the meantime, take care and keep smiling!