Changing Perspective
by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chapter 9:
Wendy
I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction.
“This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I’m addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.”
“That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I’m not sure I know the difference.”
“I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped.
“Indeed.”
We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away.
“So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly.
“It’s been pretty good. I’m caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.”
“Sounds like a good day,” he offered.
I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.”
“Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?”
“Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn’t like me.
“Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you’re smart and vulnerable, but you’re willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“Does he think I’m emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously.
He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you’re brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you’re capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you’re honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.”
We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn’t appreciate my circumstances.
We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass.
“I think you can use a hug.”
His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring.
He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where’s the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself.
“It’s here for you,” I said smiling.
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Wendy
Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse.
“So, I’m free?”
“Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied.
Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again.
I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can’t say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a text to Robb. I was buying us dinner tonight. We had talked several times and gone for coffee once each week, all the while I felt a little apprehensive despite my best efforts not to be.
I knew what they said about rebound relationships and I was leery of making a commitment of some kind. If there was one thing I wanted, and needed it was what I had gotten the first time I was with Robb. I know women aren’t expected to want to have sex for the sole purpose of enjoying it. The stereotype had always bothered me, and the church women swore it belonged only within the confines of marriage as the good Lord intended.
Well, I wasn’t married anymore and my body told me in no uncertain terms what it wanted. I had squirmed in my seat both times as we sat having coffee together. Both times I wanted to reach across the table and kiss him until he took me on the floor. That fantasy had played out in my mind more than once over the last month.
Robb
When Wendy called and told me her marriage was over, the papers signed, I felt a sense of what? I wasn’t sure other than I was happy her struggle to be free of her husband was over. But, what did it mean for me? After having coffee together the past two weeks we both knew she would be free soon and though we didn’t come right out and say it, we knew it would change the way we saw one another.
She had been relaxed more than ever and her sense of humor and demeanor made her even more attractive. Our first, and only, night together, came to me again and again. It would never be the same, at least the motivations wouldn’t be. She had shown signs of confidence and independence once she had moved out of the house with her husband. She had the maturity that comes with being married and of dealing with all the emotions that such a breakup creates.
Wendy had become far more willing to touch me and she flirted more than ever. We kept our boundaries intact based upon her married status. Now, she wasn’t married and she could do whatever she wanted with her life. For the first time I wondered if my utility to her was at an end. I had to admit to myself I didn’t want it to be. I knew that I should be patient and not to rush into anything. She might be single now, but I was sure her husband had caused emotional damage she had yet to recognize and deal with. It was best I tread carefully for both our sakes.
Wendy
I got off of work and hurried home to freshen up. I had texted Clara and gave her the news my divorce was finalized. When she walked in the door as I came out of the bathroom she looked at me with a broad smile.
“You look pretty chipper I must say. I’m sure it feels good to be free of that bastard.”
“I do feel good. I’m taking Robb out to dinner tonight to celebrate. I’m wouldn’t have made it this far without his help, or yours other. But, I don’t want to even think about Cecil… err… ex husband now. He’s history and I want to move on.”
“Okay, no more about ‘him’. You know it will be different with Robb now that you’re single again. I mean you haven’t slept with him yet. I hope he doesn’t expect you’ll want to hop right into bed with him now that you can.”
My mind froze. I had slept with him, but I… oh my god! I knew I wanted to again. Was it a good idea? It would be different. What was I thinking?
“I don’t think it will be a problem. He hasn’t given me any indication he’s looking for that.”
“He does like you doesn’t he? I mean you keep seeing one another and it suggests to me there’s something more between the two of you.”
I felt my stomach tighten as my mind raced to formulate a response that didn’t reveal my infidelity while I was married. I’d never been a good liar.
“I think there is a special bond between us. He helped me over the toughest part of my divorce. I guess I can honestly say I wouldn’t have seen it through to the end without him.”
I looked at my watch and told her I had to get going if I were to be on time. I heard her tell me she hoped I would have a good time tonight. I hoped so too now that she had pointed out the basis of our relationship would change. It hadn’t occurred to me that it would, though I should have known better.
I walked out to my car and drove to the park after I decided I should tell my parents the divorce was completed. They had always thought my husband was a good match for me and when I told them I wanted out they were unhappy. It was one of the reasons I had stayed in the marriage and tried to work things out as long as I had.
I could tell my mother was resigned to the reality as I hung up. I had my life back and I was going to make it my own. I’d been too immature to ignore their feelings in the past and I was determined I would be my own person from here on out.
I left the park and headed to the restaurant to meet Robb. I was a little late, the conversation with my mother took longer than expected. When I walked to the entrance and saw Robb’s smile as I approached I felt fluttery inside. Damn he looked handsome as my eyes swept over him. I felt a little awkward once I stopped in front of him, not knowing exactly what I should say, or do. I could hug and kiss him now if I wanted and not feel guilty, or ashamed. I was trying to wrap my head around the concept when he held out his hand for mine.
“You look wonderful. I like the necklace, especially where it enters your cleavage,” he said with a mischievous expression.
I felt my face flush red, something I wasn’t prone to do.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“Thank you,” I stammered, “I mean for noticing the necklace, not the other things.”
“I’ll try to be more considerate,” he replied quietly as he held my hand.
I was flustered, feeling like my first date in high school. “You’re considerate enough.”
We sat down at a table and ordered our food. I avoided any mention of my ex-husband, saying only this dinner was in celebration of the start of a new life. Our conversation was light, refreshing, and he told me his parents would be visiting him in a few weeks. When I asked if he were on good terms with them he smiled.
“I’m still the apple of my mother’s eyes and dad is proud of the work I do, even though he doesn’t understand much about computers. So, I would say I’m doing pretty well.”
“Do they say anything about not being married?”
“No, not really. I mean they were disappointed when I stopped seeing my last girlfriend as they hoped I would propose to her.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked cautiously, not sure I should ask. But, he had brought it up, not me.
“She was unfaithful,” his voice with a hint of sadness.
“I’m sorry.” I said honestly.
“I wanted you to know at least that much in case it comes up in the future.”
Maybe I was making more out of his statement then he intended, but it seemed as if he expected we would have a future relationship of some kind. It made me feel good thinking it could happen. We finished our meal after having decided we would take a walk afterward, dropping my car at his apartment as he would drive to the river walk not far away.
There wasn’t any indication Robb felt out of sorts as I paid the bill before we left, though he did ask if he could leave the tip and I agreed. It was very generous and I was sure it was because the young lady that waited on us was quite attractive. It made me feel like an old married lady at 26. He saw my expression as he placed the money in the middle of the table, and gave me a shy smile.
“She did a good job and deserves it. In terms of what you’re thinking, you would have gotten a larger tip.”
I chuckled, “You don’t know exactly what I’m thinking.”
“Oh, men are simple enough. We like good looking women and don’t hide it very well when we do. In your case, I don’t intend to hide it.”
Again, I felt myself blush. My ex had seldom ever said something so bold, or truthful when it came to the way he viewed me, or any other woman. Robb’s ability and willingness to be open was refreshing.
“You know you surprise me with your honesty, but then I think you know I’m attracted to you.”
He smiled, but didn’t say anything, so I continued.
“Men are just as different as any woman. I’m not blind, I see the way you look at me and know you find me attractive. What makes you different is that you’re open about it. I’m not into playing games and I don’t think you are either.”
Chapter 10: I Have A Past
After dropping my car off I got into his car and we were on our way to the park along the river. I was so satisfied with how the evening had gone. We arrived at the park and started our walk following the path along the river. It was about twenty minutes later when I saw one of the church women approaching us as we walked hand in hand. She gave me a strange look, then stopped, indicating she wanted to speak to me.
“Hi Sarah. Wonderful evening isn’t it?” I said pleasantly.
She looked Robb up and down, then looked back to me, and snarled. “I heard you got divorced. Didn’t take long to find someone else to ride you did it?”
I was shocked at her words. I was about to reply when Robb spoke.
“If you’re insinuating we’ve been having sex since her divorce you would be wrong. We haven’t. Not that it’s really any of your business. Now, if you’re interested in being ridden we can talk about it. I may be able to fit you in, though there would be a small charge.”
I felt a laugh start to form in my throat and did my best to stifle it. The look on her face went so red it seemed to glow. No words escaped her mouth though her jaw was working, her face agonized.
“It would only be twenty dollars and I’m sure it wouldn’t take long,” Robb added, his face serious.
Sarah turned and walked away at a rapid pace without uttering another word. I looked at Robb and saw a smile cross his face.
“Guess she wasn’t interested,” he deadpanned.
“Robb! She probably thinks I’m paying for it. You know that don’t you?” I said half laughing.
He looked at me, his smile even broader. “You Ms. Cummins will never have to pay a cent.”
I took his arm and smiled. “I’m not Cummins anymore, I’m Brown, Wendy Brown.”
“Well Ms. Brown, shall we continue our walk?”
“I’d be delighted.”
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Wendy
It was a month later and I saw Robb once or twice a week for coffee, though we talked on the phone at least five days a week. One night Clara suggested her boyfriend, Kevin, had a friend I might like and that we double-date. I wasn’t sure, but after a few minutes decided I should do it to show my appreciation for what she and Kevin had done for me in the past. Kevin was a really nice guy and I got along with him well. I thought Clara had done well for herself.
The night we went out was warm and I was wearing a tank top, shorts, and sandals. Tony was damn good looking and I was thrilled with the idea I’d be seen with such a good looking man. He was pleasant enough, though as we talked I found he was… well… shallow. He had no problem undressing me with his eyes. After all these past few months I was used to it, accepting it as the price I paid to dress as I chose now that I could be myself.
He was kind of like my ex in a way. When he started asking about my religious views my hackles went up. It made me uncomfortable as that was how things had gone with my ex. Religion was never far away, even on our first few dates. I steered our conversation to other topics whenever it came up. He seemed to continue to jabber away about his faith group regardless.
I finally mentioned to him I was helping out at the food bank on weekends and he seemed to take some interest in that. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Really, you work at the food bank? I hear those people simply don’t want to work and take handouts.”
I told him about the variety of people I met and how life had put them in rough straights for a while and they needed some help. He went on about how his church served food to the needy after they attended church service. Suggesting it was a small price to pay for what the Lord provided. I shut my mouth and didn’t say another word. It was turning into a long night.
Robb had gotten me involved in the food bank and I found the experience enjoyable. At the time it took me away from my own problems and made me appreciate other people had problems too. It was something I continued to do after my divorce. Robb and I would spend time together with people who had become friends. I noticed how several of the single women took an interest in Robb while he was there. He flirted a little with them, but he did with me too. It made me feel good to have his attention.
I knew Clara was disappointed our date hadn’t resulted in something better. But as time passed I discovered my friends always seemed to want to help me out. This took the form of trying to fix me up with a friend, or a relative. I knew they were well meaning, but after almost three months I was exhausted by their interest.
I related this to Robb and he told me he had gone through the same thing after his breakup. That was a topic he didn’t say much about. I was sure it was because he didn’t want to burden me with what had been, or was, his problem. I had met his parents briefly months ago and he called one night to say they were coming the next day.
“Wendy, would you be my date for dinner?”
“You mean a real date?” I asked surprised as he had never used that term with me before.
“Yes, a real date. I’ll pay for your dinner and you can try to be nice to me the entire evening.”
I laughed. “I’m always nice to you.”
“Yeah, come to think of it you are. Well, you’ll get a free meal out of the deal.”
It was if he were asking me for a favor, as if I wouldn’t be interested in dating him without his having an excuse.
“I would be delighted. Where are we going?”
I hung the up phone with a smile, it was one of the best restaurants in town. I was thrilled. Did I have something nice to wear? I would need a manicure for sure, pedicure? No, it was too cold for open-toed shoes, or sandals. I looked at what I had in my closet and decided I needed a new blouse that I could match with either a dress, or a pair of dress slacks.
I had lost pounds over the past two months thanks to simply walking to the park and back to Clara’s apartment. I heard Clara come in and told her Robb had asked me out.
“I thought the two of you had a disagreement last week.”
“We did, but we worked it out, neither of us can be right all of the time and… well… he was right this time.”
“If this is a real date will this change your 'platonic’ relationship? I know you have the hots for him, so don’t deny it. Every guy you’ve gone out with you compare with him. Why don’t you just admit it and get it over with? Girl it might help if you got some sack time with him. You know you’re allowed to have sex with any man you want now.”
“I don’t know, maybe it will our relationship,” I replied thinking if she could see it others could too.
I had kept it to hugs and a few kisses trying to avoid the rebound thing. But, she was right about the sex, I could really use a roll in the hay. The problem was my fantasies had all involved Robb over the last few months, my hand had gotten a lot of use, and my B.O.B was on its third set of batteries. The one night I had spent with Robb came to my mind constantly.
Robb
I hung up the phone and sat down, my heart beating hard. I had finally asked her out thinking enough time had passed and she wasn’t in a rebound situation any longer. Our time together on the phone, at the food bank, and for coffee had shown me we didn’t agree on everything. The important thing was we talked it out each time and respected, and liked each other afterward.
I was over my ex and it appeared she was over hers. My parents knew I was spending time with her as I found myself mentioning her often in phone calls to my mother. I knew the one time she had met my parents she had made a positive impression. Not that my parents didn’t express reservations about my spending time with a divorced woman. The suggestion, of course, was that I could do better with a woman that had never been married. That had been an interesting conversation and they had finally agreed she was nice enough once I reminded them my girlfriend had always been single.
Wendy had a maturity about her that affected me as we spent more time together. I had experienced some ups and down with her following the divorce. All things I had read about and understood what was going on in general when it happened. I knew I was hooked on her once I started reading articles on how to date a divorced woman. Damn if the web didn’t have something useful for a change. It provided me with the insight and tools to be patient and support her. Now, I hoped there was going to be more of a payoff.
I walked into my bedroom, opened the top drawer of my dresser, and pulled the diamond engagement ring out and looked at it. I hadn’t used it as I had planned. Now, I was thinking it would be appreciated if given to the right woman. I could see the smile in my mind it would bring to Wendy’s face when I asked her to marry me.
I also knew that if we started to date it would mean things that had been off the table as friends would now change. The mere thought made me hard, it had been a long time since…
Wendy
I waited for Robb to pick me up, feeling butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
I was keyed up so much that Clara laughed at me good naturedly. “Wendy, stop your pacing. You look wonderful, it’s not like you haven’t spent time with him. You’re going to blow his mind when he sees you dolled up this way.”
“Do you really think so? I mean I’m trying to look a little less sexy as we’re going out with his parents.”
“You look beautiful. You can’t hide that gorgeous figure and your makeup is perfect. Your eyes alone are going to slay him.”
I heard the knock on the door, picked up my purse and light coat.
I looked at Clara. “Well… here I go.”
I opened the door to see Robb standing in a sports coat, slacks, his hair clean, and styled. I gasped quietly as I looked at him. I gave a smile not knowing what else to do. He looked at me and smiled as his eyes took me in, his gaze meeting mine. He just stood there looking at me. I felt a bit self-conscious. It was Clara that saved me as I was staring at him, speechless.
“What do you think of your date Robb?”
'She’s… she’s fantastic. She’s beautiful. She’s a knockout.“
I managed to compose myself. "Is it cold enough for me to wear my coat?”
“No, I think you’ll be fine. It’s mild out yet. I… I… just wasn’t expecting you to…
"You know you look quite handsome,” I offered.
He reached for my hand with a smile, “Thank you. But, no one is going to notice me. Not with you standing beside me.”
Stunned by the remark I simply stood there.
“Have a good time you two,” as Clara shooed us out the door.
I walked with Robb out to the car and got in after he opened the door for me. I automatically put my seat belt on and tried to collect myself. This was not at all what I expected to happen between us. I mean after seven months we had been together how many times? Dozens of times was all I could come up with. Sure I had used him in my mind more often than that, his image had served me well.
When I looked over at him he was putting his seat belt on and when our eyes met mine he smiled, “Are you nervous?”
I nodded my head. Was it that obvious?
“I am too. Come on, you’re met my parents before. It’s going to be fine. We’re making something out of nothing. More than it needs to be, though you look really nice tonight.”
“Then why are we both feeling this way?” I asked.
I don’t know exactly. Do you think because we called it a date it makes a difference?
“I feel different, that’s all I can say. It’s just different,” as he pulled the car out onto the street.
When we arrived at the restaurant and walked in his parents were waiting in the foyer for us. Most of my nervousness had subsided as we had talked about nothing in particular on the way; small talk that seemed to settle both of us down. But, I couldn’t help but feel I was seeing him in a different way than I had before.
“Nice to see you again Wendy,” his mother offered as soon as we stopped in front of them. His father offered a similar comment and I found myself reaching for Robb’s hand as I replied with a smile. It felt reassuring and natural, my heart told me I needed his touch.
Robb
I was pleased Wendy had agreed to go to dinner with me. I didn’t mind going to dinner with my parents. In fact, I enjoyed my time with them. It was different after I broke up with my ex as before there was always something to talk about that spoke to the future. Once my relationship with her ended it seemed as if there was a expectation I had moved on. The last two times we visited there had been a void that begged to be filled when my mother asked if I were seeing anyone..
It was somewhat selfish of me to ask Wendy for a date to make things easier on myself. Though I had to admit there was more to it than that. I needed an excuse to change our relationship from what it was to something different. I liked her, I liked her a lot, and over the past few months it seemed as if she were ready for something more in her life. When she said yes it took hours for me to calm down when it was clear it was a date. For some reason calling it that made a difference. When she opened the door and I saw her standing there it hit me full force. She was gorgeous and well… she was… I don’t know… another woman in a way I hadn’t expected her to be.
During dinner I couldn’t help be impressed with how she presented herself in front of my parents. She was confident, respectful, and displayed her wonderful sense of humor. I could tell my parents were impressed with her this time. It was when she reached over to place her hand on mine that I knew she was comfortable with me in a new way. If she could have felt how hard my heart was beating after that brief touch she would have laughed at me for being so sensitive.
We said goodbye to my parents and walked to my car hand in hand. How often had we walked that way together in the past? Now, it seemed just a little bit different and I couldn’t understand why it should be. This while my heart was beating a tattoo in my chest.
Chapter 11: Just A Speedbump
Robb
“Are you up for relaxing at my place for a while, or are you ready to head home.”
“It’s early yet, Friday night, and all I have planned for tomorrow is our shift at the food bank. I think I can force myself to spend a little more time with you,” she laughed.
I had my hand on the car door ready to open it and when I turned her face was less than two feet away. I looked into her eyes and knew instantly, I had no choice, there was no decision to make, only an action to take.
I tugged on her hand and she stepped closer, closed her eyes and our lips met firmly. My entire body felt as if it had flushed bright red, the excitement raging within me as our lips held, our breathing heavy. The world faded away and all that remained the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, and the pressure of her body against mine.
Wendy
It had been a wonderful evening. His parents were wonderful, the food sumptuous, and Robb had been every bit the gentleman. Not that he hadn’t always been, but there was something special about the way he looked at me. When I touched his hand as I laughed a surge of electricity coursed through me and I quickly placed my hand in my lap. I sought to catch my breath without revealing what had happened.
I was waiting for him to open the car door when I felt the first drop of rain on my hand. It was starting to sprinkle as he turned to me. I felt my heart skip a beat, then another as I looked into his eyes. I didn’t think, I wanted him, I wanted his lips on mine, and there was no reason to deny myself.
I pushed my lips onto his and felt my entire body shiver with delight. I was whisked away by a hint of cologne, his strong arms around me, the feel of cool drops of rain on my skin as I felt my knees go weak as his passion consumed me. A gust of wind and rain broke our kiss. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, those wonderful eyes looking into mine. They had told me time and again he cared for me and now I fully believed it.
I laughed, as if I’d been freed from some invisible trap, now free to be myself and to love. He laughed with me as he moved me into the car as the rain suddenly came pelting down.
Once in the car I had all I could do to keep my hands from clutching him, to draw him close to share another kiss. His hand came to take mine and we held hands as he drove. Once at his apartment we made a mad dash for the door through a downpour. Once inside we stood looking at one another. His hand came to the side of my face and I closed my eyes, once again taken away as my passion for him erupted, a low moan escaped my lips, a perfect form of communication suited to the fire burning inside me. We clutched at each other, hands seeking to find a place to pull us so close we would fuse into one being. Our breathing heavy as our lips sought to convey our desires.
Slowly, he pulled away. “Am I being too brash for a first date?”
“No, am I too easy for a first date?”
“No. I would never think you’re not entitled to express your needs and desires as you need to.”
I smiled at him coyly. “I’ll never tell anyone you took me on our first date. Promise.”
Chapter 12: A True Union
It was as if we had never been in bed together before, as if the way we first met didn’t mean a thing. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and started to undress me as I did the same to him. My hands were shaking as I pulled his zipper down, my body tingled hot all over. I was so ready, a hot ache grew steadily beneath my bush.
I slipped under the sheets as he followed and I snuggled into him and I heard his voice softly in my ear. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, slow and easy if we can. I’m really sensitive. Can I feel you first?” I asked in a hush as if that would somehow make it more erotic.
“Yes, my god you feel so wonderful, so soft,” he whispered in my ear.
I moved my hand downward, found his penis, closed my fingers around it gently, and moved my hand down to his scrotum, feeling its texture sent another hot tingle rushing to my bush. I was breathing hard as my fingers gently explored, my mind filled in what I could feel. It had been so long since I had grasped a man this way. The sensations that filled me spoke to my eager anticipation of what I would experience. His hand caressed my breast and I closed my eyes feeling his firm member as it overfilled my hand. It was minutes before my hand left him. I moved to kiss him, pressing my pussy against his hip as our lips met as my passion began to spill over. The hot ache had turned to a thrumming feeling and I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I need you inside slow and easy,” I whispered as I moved beside him.
I watched as he pulled the sheets back and came over me as I spread my legs wide. I felt a big shiver as he moved over me. I wasted no time in placing him. His first push sent him just inside, I felt a huge rush of pleasure that made me gasp.
Before he could ask I offered. “I’m fine. Keep going, it feels good.”
I felt a little less pressure, then another pleasurable surge as he pushed deeper. Another gasp as it felt do damned good. I looked up smiling an invitation for more.
He pulled out a little, then slowly lowered himself down, filling me. I grasped his hips and hitched my pelvis under him feeling another series of sensations as I placed myself where it felt best. I was going to move under him again when he hitched up slightly hitting my sweet spot. I couldn’t help but push up against him as another surge of heat hit me. He wasn’t deep, but he didn’t need to be. I pulled him down on top of me, grasping his shoulders, my chin at his shoulder. I whispered into his ear, closed my eyes, and let heaven take me.
Robb
I undressed her and marveled at her beautiful curves as they appeared with the removal of each article of clothing. I was almost in a daze as we slipped under the sheets, the feel of her skin against mine as she snuggled in against me was indescrible. The tip of my penis was so sensitive I was glad she wasn’t making but minimal contact. We kissed, each kiss sweet and firm that excited her even more as her fingers explored.
She quickly moved beneath me, placing me at her opening, guiding me. I had hardly moved downward when she pushed upward driving me inside. She gasped, then grasped my hips and pulled me down onto her just a little more. Another gasp, my movement slick and smooth. It was time to settle down onto her and give myself rest, the stimulation intense as she was tight. I didn’t want to go off, I fought to keep control as she moved below me. It felt absolutely incredible. Had she felt this way the first time? I couldn’t remember as the situation had been so different, my concentration focused differently.
It was no more than a dozen thrusts later when she grasped my shoulders and stiffened beneath me with a small moan, then lay still, breathing deeply. I felt her relax and exhale slowly. I thrust a few more times and found she was so slick I didn’t get any stimulation. I smiled to myself, she really was sensitive this time, more than I was.
I pulled out and lay down next to her as pleased as I had ever been. She was going to be mine.
Wendy
From the very first it felt incredibly good. He had barely established a rhythm when I felt myself come to the edge, then tighten around him as a huge wave of pleasure took me. I couldn’t believe it, I had never in my life orgasmed so quickly. I felt him start to move in and out a little and couldn’t feel a thing in my wetness.
“Did you come?” I asked not knowing if he had.
“No, didn’t have time. Glad you did beautiful.”
“I’m sorry. That has never happened before. It felt the best ever.”
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry he chided. Our first date, our first time in bed, and you have your first orgasm. That’s a good start in my book.”
It was strange. He said it was our first time in bed, only it wasn’t. Unless he meant the woman that night was someone who had taken over my body for her own reasons. He viewed me as a new woman and the thought thrilled me. I was a new woman for him, the other had faded away, never to return.
I felt him pull me close and I snuggled into him not knowing what to say. I remembered enough about our first time and he had gotten me there both times. He had felt large when he entered me this time and that I didn’t remember from before. Still, I felt badly–a man almost always has an orgasm. Then I had a sense of insecurity–maybe I wasn’t tight enough.
I whispered into his hair, “I was tight enough wasn’t I?”
“You’re perfect, don’t think you’re not. Are you ready to call it a night?”
“No, not until I satisfy you.”
“You already have.”
“No, you know what I mean. I’m ready right now if you are.”
“I just thought of something. Are you going to stay all night?”
“Yes, I mean if you want me to.”
“Then you should call Clara and tell her so she won’t worry about you.”
Wendy
It was already after ten and I wasn’t sure Clara would pick up so I expected to send a text if I didn’t connect. I was surprised when she picked up after three rings.
“Hey girl! How did it go?”
“Good, I mean it was amazing. I’ll tell about it later. I wanted you to know I won’t be home tonight.”
“I didn’t expect you to be. But, thanks for thinking to call me,” she chuckled.
“You didn’t expect me to come home? I asked confused.
"I saw the way both of you looked at one another. He is so in love with you and you stood there like a love-starved puppy looking at him.”
I felt myself flush, happy she couldn’t see me wrapped in a towel.
“Have a good night and if you do it enough times you’ll sleep well. You can tell me about it later. Good night.”
“Good night,” I replied feeling as if I had bared my soul.
Chapter 13 Contentment and a New Life
I walked back into the bedroom and slipped into bed and into Robb’s arms. Needless to say it was late before we fell asleep. I was so pleased with how much fun sex was–the best ever actually. The amazing thing was I didn’t have to beg for what I wanted. Things my ex would never agree to. If it was something other than a penis shoved into me he wouldn’t even try. If I asked, Robb gave, then I gave in return. We went forward with the expectation of mutual gratification. When we engaged in intercourse before calling it quits for the night I rode him and reveled in watching him climax. Damn if he didn’t make me happy.
When I woke in the morning I felt rejuvenated, my life transformed. I tried not to make more out of it then what was, but how could I not? I had memories of how much in love I had been before I was married and how blind I had been. I wasn’t anxious to repeat that mistake. I was still gun shy I guess.
I was lying with my eyes closed thinking when I felt a hand come to rest on my stomach. Robb rolled toward me. I moved my hand and placed it over his as I felt myself warm with the thought I might enjoy another round. I was surprised at what he asked me.
“No second thoughts, regrets?”
I opened my eyes, “Second thoughts? Only that I’m glad you’re been so patient with me. I know I’ve had my ups and downs. I took you for quite a ride those first few months. Regrets? Yes, I have a few of those too. But, none of them pertain to you unless you consider I wish I’d met you years ago.”
“Wendy, I’m not moving too fast for you am I? I don’t know what happened yesterday for sure. The thing was, when you opened the door for me and I saw you standing there… well… I guess it changed me. I didn’t feel I should be so cautious anymore. I felt I needed you to know how much I adore you and how talented you are as a woman. I’ve watched you grow at work, at the food coop, and when we’ve been together. I know I have my faults, but you seem to have accepted me despite them.”
I rolled toward him, placing his hand on my hip. “Being married once taught me things that help put things into perspective. I can live with your flaws, they aren’t things that really matter. You’ve proven you’re willing to try and change when I explain what bothers me. I hope I do the same for you.”
Before he could say anything I went on.
“The fact that we’ve had disagreements and worked through them isn’t lost on me. I lived with a man who didn’t know how to compromise. You don’t lecture me, you value my opinions, and respect me. Honey, you aren’t perfect and I’m not expecting you to be, I’m not either. What you offer me is more than enough and I’ve come to love you for what you are. I hope my telling you I love you isn’t too soon.”
He looked at me with a wry smile, “Wow! I should have asked you out on a date months ago.”
I swatted at him laughing. “I’m glad you didn’t as sex was the frosting on the cake, and I love cake. I was still on a diet months ago and I wouldn’t have been ready.”
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It was a month later when we visited my parents and I introduced Robb to them. I had talked with my parents often and told them I was dating Robb to prepare them. The two days we spent with them went well and before we left to return home my mother told me she thought Robb was very nice. Coming from my mother that was high praise, and I took comfort in it. I had watched my father and Robb interact and could tell there was good chemistry between them–something missing from my marriage.
We visited with his brother Ted, his wife, Alisa, and their two children. They were a happy family and I could see the two of us in the same light. I felt like I belonged and it made me incredibly happy to be fully accepted.
Two months later, I moved out of Clara’s apartment and into my own. I received a promotion at work and Robb had been very proud of my achievement. It was the small things he noticed and appreciated about me that drew us closer. He knew my likes and dislikes, the small gifts he gave me showed me he did. We went out with our friends and he teased me, whispering into my ear I was the smartest and sexiest woman there. He delighted in me and I found I delighted in him.
He proposed one evening as we walked in the park where we had first met. I cried with joy, not able to stop myself. He took me into his arms and held me until I stopped. We had come full circle. We never spoke of that first day and night together. There was no need, we both knew what we had now wouldn’t be if he hadn’t been there for me. I would have been a grim statistic, nothing more.
My ex had thought I was having an affair with a man in the park. He had been wrong about that until the day I found him with that woman in our own home. It was ironic, my desire to punish my ex for his sinful acts led to my own sins. Though I never once considered it a sin in my own mind. It was his belief system that brought me to a place where I rejected religion altogether as a meaningful part of my life. No God, no sin. It was that simple for me.
Robb and I were married in a small ceremony with our immediate family and close friends two months later, and moved into a home suitable for a small family. We both had saved most of our earnings and were comfortable right from the start. Two years after we married I was pregnant. I had never seen Robb smile more than when I told him we were expecting.
On our third visit with the doctor he was very excited when the doctor revealed we were going to have twins. He teased me that I had found another way to cut expenses by having two at one time. My god how I loved that man.
He was with me in the operating room holding my hand when Tina and Evan entered the world. I was tired after a long labor. After I delivered I gave him a weary smile as he caressed my hand. Later, when I was in my hospital room and alone he looked at me as he held my hand, caressing it ever so gently.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
I looked at him puzzled. “For what?”
“For being my wife and the mother of my children. I love you.”
I felt tears roll down my cheeks. He was there to wipe them away, even though they were tears of joy.
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Fifteen years later Tina was helping me in the kitchen to bake a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan was in the backyard playing catch with his father.
“Mom, how did you and dad meet? Was it romantic?”
The question stunned me, I hadn’t expected it. Memories flashed through my mind. Memories I had pushed far away long ago.
I finally looked at her with a smile. “Your father found me in the park after almost hitting me with a baseball, your cousin Ted was there. We seemed to hit it off after that.”
“So, it wasn’t romantic?”
I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. “Not quite, the romance came later.”
I pretended to have gotten something in my eye and dabbed away a tear. Yes, the romance did come later- as an affair of the heart that started in a park.
by r a wallace for Literotica
