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... straw and she told me about this boy she was seeing that she really likes and asked if I thought she should sleep with him. I was clear. She should sleep with him, enjoy him and make him enjoy her. Then she should make him a really special breakfast in the morning. She should definitely not just have sex with him. She really liked that advice and gave me a lovely hug.

I noticed that Eileen had come out to find me, but I really didn't want to talk to her. I'd fucked her man, but felt bitterly envious that he had treated me like a whore and just gone back to her. I made sure I was looking really busy with Tonya so she left me alone. I waited in the barn until I saw Rob leave the house and Tonya had started the lesson. When I got back to the house I stealthily sneaked up to my room but almost jumped out of my skin when I found Eileen sitting on my bed. She said that we needed to talk. I knew we did, but really didn't want to. I had nothing to say that wouldn't be embarrassing or pathetic, so I just stood and listened, ignoring her request to sit next to her. The archetypal pouting moody teenager. The thing was, she was not just a good woman, she was a very perceptive, sensitive and understanding woman, and she ignored my ignoring and quickly won me over. It was not a masterclass in manipulation, she simply showed real empathy to how I felt. Rob was a typical bloke. She had felt bad too. It was as if she had climbed into my mind.

It wasn't long before I was sitting next to ...

... her, her arm around me. I told her my innermost feelings and she hugged me. She was slightly teary as she apologised, realising that she had got it wrong and she understood exactly how I felt. I apologised back, saying I was unreasonable to have expected more and she and Rob had already given me so much. Then, as she was brushing away a tear from my cheek, she asked me if I only liked boys, which took me a little by surprise. Obviously when I looked her in the eyes my answer was clear, as before I could say anything, she kissed me. It was such a soft, beautiful kiss, so unlike the night before, and it reminded me of my ex-girlfriend and my Mom. We kissed for a while, gently playing with each other's moist lips and holding hands. Eventually she stood up and kissed me on the forehead saying that she needed to get on, and so did I, but she casually dropped in a conversational bombshell, saying that, if I wanted, I could sleep with her and Rob that evening.

It was such a beautiful thing to offer and, when I tried to gracefully decline, thinking that it was not what they would really want, she stopped me. She told me that she and Rob would love it if I agreed because they both felt really bad about the night before, but would completely understand if it was not something that I wanted. I wasn't sure. There was part of me that longed to share a bed again, that human warmth, that tenderness, but there was another side which was afraid, afraid that it would just make things worse, ...