"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said, grabbing Kim and hugging her as soon as she walked downstairs.
"Umm, you're welcome," she said, hugging me back. "What'd I do that was so great?"
"You suggested that I go out more often and meet new people, so I did and he is so handsome, but I didn't know how handsome he was until he came closer to me. He's so dreamy that it nearly took my breath away, but it's not just that his looks. He's also kind and funny and down to earth, and he has a cute dog," I gushed, breathless.
"Well, any guy who has a great dog like that has to be somewhat okay, but slow down. Who is this guy, and what do you know about him?"
I took a moment to enjoy how protective she was of me, and then I started about telling her all about Sumptuous Devin. "He seems to make you happy." Kim admitted. "Just be safe and only meet him in public places at first. You never know. He could be an ex murderer or some other kind of freak."
"We're coming to Biggie's on Friday night, so you can check him out for yourself. Let me know if you think he has dead bodies buried in his basement."
We both snickered, but then Kim turned serious. "I mean it. You haven't been out in the dating world for a while, and it's a jungle out there."
"Technically, I've never been in the dating world, other than that fiasco of a blind date that grandma sent me on." I had been so awkward with my pimples and braces in high school that boys had barely glanced at me. Richard and I had met during my first week of college. I remembered the thrilling feeling of realizing that he was actually flirting with me.
He wasn't Sumptuous Devin handsome, but he certainly wasn't unattractive. In the initial stages of our relationship he had been attentive and sweet. He had completely swept me off my feet. We dated the entire time I was in college. During that time, we had some serious make-out sessions. I regularly gave him hand-jobs and had even sucked him off a few times, but I was determined to remain a virgin until marriage, even if I was only a technical-virgin.
The summer after I graduated from the Blaze University, we got married. That was when I learned about my inability to get orgasm. I loved that Kim was so willing to blame it all on Richard, but deep down, I knew the truth was that in those initial months of our marriage, Richard had truly tried to pleasure me. When he had his fingers or dick inside me, it felt good (sometimes really good), but it never quite sent me over the edge.
We had experimented with different positions, lubricants, nipple stimulation, watching p**n and watching ourselves, but nothing worked. We decided to try different locations to spice things up. We fucked in the car, on the floor, on the counter, outside, on his office desk, in the shower, in a restaurant men's room, at a good friend's party. Whatever we could think of, we tried.
The final straw came when we rented a sleazy motel room and agreed to meet there. Feeling naughty, I had greeted him wearing a trench coat with nothing underneath. He had ripped it off me and we spent the entire night going at it hard. Our sweat slicked bodies made smacking sounds as he pounded into me from behind. Suddenly, he surprised me by slowing, then stopping. "You could at least fake it, you know," he growled in my ear before shoving out of me and slamming the bathroom door.
I felt like I'd been slapped. I couldn't believe that he would even suggest that I fake it. How would that make anyone feel better? From that night on, our sex life consisted of a weekly missionary-style session of him grunting and ramming into me, while I counted the ceiling tiles and waited for it to be over.
"You still in there?" Kim was waving her hand in front of my face.
"Sorry, I guess I got caught up thinking about the past for a minute. I do have a question for you."
"Shoot," Kim encouraged me when I didn't immediately continue.
"Well, as you mentioned, I haven't dated in a while. So, I wasn't sure what the current protocol is. I mean, I was wondering, um."
When I paused again, Kim gave me a curious look. "Spit it out."
"When should I have him inside me?" I asked her, squeezing my eyes closed in embarrassment. I opened one eye to gauge her reaction. She wasn't laughing, so I continued. "I won't be expected to put out on the first date, will I?"
"Probably not," she reassured me. "If all goes well, a kiss with a little tongue would be appropriate. Maybe even a little outside the shirt boby action. If all goes fantastic, and you want to bang his brains out, I doubt he would complain, though," she laughed.
I could handle kissing. It was good to know he wouldn't learn of my sexual failings on the first date. When Kim started to leave the kitchen, I called out to her. "Wait. What should I wear?"
Kim smiled as she put her arm around me and said, "You have asked the right person. Let's go find you a cute outfit that shows off your perfect tits." I shook my head as I followed her.
Time seemed to slowly crawl by while I was waiting for Friday. When it finally arrived, my nerves kicked into high gear. All week, I had been writing pick me up reminders to myself on sticky notes, and they circled my mirror. I took a moment to read through them. Breathe. You are an intelligent woman. Don't chatter non-stop. Smile. Do not worry. You are worthy. You deserve to be happy. They were simple, but reading them helped me calm down.I smiled at the new one that Kim had added in the center of my mirror. Have fun. I took a sip from the glass of chilled white wine that she had delivered to my bathroom before leaving for her shift at Biggie's.Since I still had over an hour before I needed to meet Devin at the restaurant, I decided to take a bubble bath. The wine and bath must have been just what I needed because I was almost calm as I donned my denim mini skirt and the v-neck, light pink tee shirt that Kim had chosen for the occasion. I still couldn't believe that she had loaned
We walked hand in hand along the sandy shore. The nearly full moon glimmered on the water. It was unseasonably warm, so even the breeze off the water wasn't too chilly. I was pleasantly tipsy and happier than I ever remembered being in my entire life.I was in my own world with Devin and barely took notice of the couple walking towards us, until the man spoke. I would have recognized his voice immediately, even if he hadn't called me by the nickname he had used the entire time that we were married, despite the fact that I didn't care for it."Surprise." He drew the word out. "Working your magic on a new fellow, I see."Devin smiled and introduced himself, extending his arm to shake hands.I almost felt sorry for Tiffany when Richard introduced himself as my husband. "Ex-husband," she and I interjected simultaneously."Right, of course, we all knew that. What good fortune, to run into you on our little weekend getaway." I had to force myself to refrain from rolling my eyes at his broad
I blurted out, "Want to take this party inside?" I wondered where this newfound boldness was coming from."Oh, uh." He ran his fingers through his hair.He doesn't want me. He's just being nice. My inner voice panicked."I'm not exactly prepared." At my perplexed look, he elaborated. "I didn't think we'd be in this situation tonight, so I don't have any condoms.""Oh." Relief flooded over me. Since I hadn't had sex until I was married, I had never had to worry about condoms. In fact, I'd never seen one other than during the banana demonstration that every teen suffers through. "Okay, we don't have to." I paused before adding, "But I know I don't have any diseases because I got tested after I found out Richard had been with that whore we saw tonight." Whore?!? My mental critic screeched. How classy.He looked down at me and smiled. "I know I am disease-free because I always wear a condom, but I don't want to get you pregnant on our first official date.""Apparently, I can't get pregnan
I awoke to the delectable smell of sizzling bacon. "Could you be any more perfect?" I asked as I devoured the sight of him working in the kitchen. I watched the muscles in his bare back flex as he turned the bacon. Clad only in perfect fitting jeans, he looked completely at ease in the kitchen.When he turned to hand me a mug of English Breakfast tea, he asked, "Cream and sugar, right?"I could see by the color of it that he had already added the ingredients, and I was beyond touched that he had remembered. "I hope you don't mind that I borrowed a shirt," I said, indicating the long, navy blue tee shirt that I was wearing."Looks way better on you than it ever did on me." He smiled. "Mind buttering that toast? Then we can head outside to eat. It's a beautiful morning."He was right, the sun was glistening on the water and the air was fresh and clear. We ate in companionable silence, and I kept finding myself gazing at him. He was so handsome it almost hurt my eyes. When he tossed his last
I could not stop smiling. Last night had been the best of my existence. It felt like a giant weight had been lifted from my shoulders, knowing that my body was capable of experiencing so much pleasure. Now I could see what all of the fuss was about. The only mar on our perfect night was seeing Richard and learning that I was the reason he and I had never conceived a child. I had wanted a baby for as long as I could remember, and I would not give up on that dream. Perhaps I would just need to explore other options, like adoption. I decided to put off thinking about it for now. It's not like I had to be in a big hurry. I wanted my life to be more settled before I made a plan for my child. Settled with Devin? The possibility popped into my head. I attempted to nudge it down, realizing that I might be skipping ahead way too quickly. I ran up the stairs two at a time towards my bedroom. As I rounded my doorway, Tobi, Kim's bitchy cat, skittered out of the room as if I had just kicked her.
We decided on an elegant, black, form-fitting cocktail dress. When paired with the super-high, shiny, black stilettos that Kim had loaned me, the look was classic and stunning. I just hoped I didn't fall down, especially considering what I was wearing underneath my ensemble.The thigh-highs, garter and racy thong were not my traditional type of undergarments. It made me feel sexy, though, to know how scantily I was clad underneath my demure outfit. I shivered in anticipation as I imagined how Devin's eyes would sparkle when he discovered my naughty secret.As I climbed the steps to the museum, I wished again that Devin had picked me up instead of asking me to meet him here. I had waited until fifteen minutes after the event started, hoping that there would be plenty of people here, so I could slip in unnoticed. I despised walking into parties by myself. The great room of the museum had been transformed into a sparkling fairy forest and the effect was magical. Six-foot tall mushrooms p
"Identical twin"? My mind reeled. How could Devin have failed to mention that? And what have I just done? Thank goodness it hadn't gone any farther, but I would never be able to face Devon again.And what about him? I wondered disdainfully. Was he just going to screw a stranger in the bathroom? Well, he is a guy, my mind retorted. And I was totally coming on to him out there. It's not like a man to turn down easy sex.I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My boobs were hanging out and my dress was askew. I quickly went over and snapped the lock into place before someone walked in on me in this state of complete disarray.I splashed cool water on my face and patted my chest with a damp paper towel in an attempt to calm down. Never in my whole life had I been that excited, or this humiliated. What a difference a few seconds can make.As I attempted to fix my appearance, I thought about Devon. He really was identical to Devin physically, but he was darker, more dangerous. The bath
He had the audacity to grin. Then he continued. "I don't generally share my brother's taste in women, but with you he did okay." "Okay?!?" I spluttered. Then I lifted my chin, deciding not to let him push my buttons. "You know, instead of rating me, you might think about how hurt Devin would be if he knew about us." "Us?" he asked. "So, now we're an 'us'? I didn't know you cared so much." "You know what I meant." I glared at him. This man was exasperating. He leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "When I'm fondling my date's fake tits tonight, I'm going to be thinking about your real ones." That did it. My mouth fell open, appalled. My eyes felt like they might pop out of my head. I whirled away from him and headed for the bar. I needed a glass of wine. Pronto. "Your brother is a pig!" I said loudly when Hailey hopped up on the bar stool next to me. "I'll take it you've met Devon," Hailey chuckled. "Yes, he can be a bit of a pig. But he can also be generous, and kind, and hilario