It was early March of 2009 when I got a panicked call from my girlfriend Dawn. I was only 19 back then and Dawn a year younger but we had known each other since childhood and had been together as boyfriend and girlfriend since middle school so I knew her well enough to know something was really wrong. It turns out that night her parents had sat her down to tell her they were separating. They had been fighting for weeks and, even as they broke the news to Dawn, there was still a cold hostility between the Daniels'. Then Mr. Daniels left the house and moved out the following week.
It would be many months later I would discover what really happened. Mark and Jennifer Daniels, Dawn's parents, were good friends with another couple named Tim and Tracy Sellers. I guess both couples had known each other since high school and were considered to be very close. Apparently Mr. Daniels and Mrs. Sellers were closer than was generally known.
In 2009, Valentines day fell on a Saturday. Mrs. Daniels got permission to take half the day off so she could surprise her husband with his favorite meal for dinner in celebration. Had she prepared the meal on Valentine's Day, it would not have been a surprise since they both would be home. However, it was Mrs. Daniels that would get the surprise. When she arrived home early that afternoon, she was treated to the sight of Mr. Daniels' ball sack slapping the ass of Mrs. Sellers while he plowed her furry little cock socket in the Daniels' marital bed.
Afterwards followed weeks of fighting, tears, and accusations. A couple of weeks of counseling followed but attempts to salvage the marriage soon turned to dust. Within a month, Mrs. Daniels filed for divorce.
I tried to be the good boyfriend and be there for Dawn and offer comfort but there was little I could do to make things better for her. Dawn was an only child and her parents were her entire world. By the end of April, unable to deal with the end of her parents marriage, she broke up with me.
As I mentioned, Dawn and I had been together for many years even though we were still only teenagers. During those years we had exchanged quite a few gifts and some of my belongings; an MP3 player, a few sweatshirts, books and other odds and ends, were at her place and some of hers at mine. By early May, she had packed up what belonged to me in a large cardboard box and ask me to return her belongings to her. By this time her father had his own apartment and Dawn was spending every other week with him so she asked me to exchange belongings at her house on the week she was at her dad's so we wouldn't see each other and "make things more difficult." She arranged with her mom to exchange the items with me one evening when Mrs. Daniels got home from work.
I waited until nearly 7 pm so as to not intrude on Mrs. Daniels' dinner. When I arrived she was still in her work clothes; a tan colored skirt that came to about mid-thigh and a see-through white blouse with a white camisole underneath. I knew she was still hurting and most likely lonely; it had only been a little over two months since her 18 years of marriage came to a abrupt and ugly end, but she met me with a smile and her usual cheerful attitude. She hid the pain well I thought.
I figured she would grab the box of stuff and we'd just exchange but instead she invited me inside. She told me I could take the box of Dawn's things down to Dawn's bedroom and that my things were sitting on her bed. I took Dawn's things down to her room as instructed, found a large box with my name on it in permanent marker and carried it back out. I was just headed for the front door when Mrs. Daniels said she'd just made some spaghetti and invited me to stay and have dinner with her.
"Look, I know it's awkward," she said, "but I feel really bad that my situation affected you and Dawn. Besides, I wouldn't mind some company."
I just froze in place, torn between wanting to just get the fuck out of there but also wanting to just share what might be one last meal with Dawn's mom. We were all fairly close before the disaster. The truth is, I was just as angry with Mr. Daniels as any member of his family. Also, I was still hurting over the way it ended with Dawn. Even though I had never had any other girlfriend, Dawn and I had never been apart since entering puberty. Being alone was something as new to me as it was for Mrs. Daniels I supposed. So, I set the box down in the entry way and walked back inside.
Dinner was good, the conversation was light and superficial. Neither of us wanted to talk about the elephant in the room apparently. She'd opened a bottle of red wine and poured us each a glass to enjoy with the meal.
After dinner, I helped her clear the table and pack the dishes in the dish washer. She asked me to stay for a movie and, at this point, I was beginning to enjoy the company so I agreed. We decided on a romantic comedy she'd pulled out of the cabinet next to the TV and she slipped the disc into the DVD player then poured us both another glass of wine. I got comfortable on the love seat and she sat down on the couch tucking her legs underneath her and letting her skirt ride up to the tops of her thighs.
Now, I'm not going to lie, I have always found Mrs. Daniels to be a beautiful woman but, until this moment, I had never thought of her in a sexual way. I had known her since I was a child and she was my girlfriend's mom, never anything more. But now, looking at her sitting there that way, I couldn't help but notice how sexy and sensual her legs were. Mrs. Daniels was about five and a half feet tall with honey blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and a trim, healthy figure. She won't be single for long, I mused.
It was common knowledge within the Daniel's family that Mrs. Daniels and become pregnant with Dawn at the young age of 20 while attending college. Not only that, but Mark wasn't even her boyfriend at the time; just some guy she met at a party one night and decided to have a one nighter with. In the end, they decided to take the road less traveled, marry and have the baby. Mrs. Daniels was found of telling Dawn she was the mistake she never regretted. It was never lost on me that, at 19, I was now the age Dawn's parents were when they discovered they were about to become parents. Now, even at 38 years of age, Mrs. Daniels was very embodiment of sexuality. Yep, I thought, she won't be on the market for long. Mark Daniels was a fool.
About half way through the movie, Mrs. Daniels paused the film and apologized. She needed a bathroom break and another glass of wine. I offered to fill her glass for her while she was up and she told me to refill my own too. The wine bottle was empty but there was another on the counter and the corkscrew was still there as well. I opened the bottle and poured us two glasses as I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door swing open. When I returned to the living room, Mrs. Daniels was perched on the sofa the same as before, with her feet underneath her legs. As she turned to watch me walk into the room, she ran her left hand through the back of her hair then reached out for the glass.
I immediately noticed, while she remained in the blouse and skirt from her work day, she had removed her pantyhose and, in her seated position, I had a clear view of the tops of her bare thighs. As I handed her the glass, I was certain she was catching me taking quick glances at her legs and I was embarrassed that I could feel my cock growing harder in the basketball shorts I was in when I arrived. I quickly averted my gaze and returned to my position on the love seat, attempting to hide my ever hardening penis. What's the matter with me?
After the movie was over, I had to use the bathroom myself then I quickly headed for the front door. I heard her ask me to wait and when I turned around, she was a lot closer than I expected. She put her arms around me in a hug saying she didn't know when she'd see me again. She pulled back a little to look me in the eyes and promised she would talk to Dawn and try to convince her to reestablish our relationship. I thanked her and, in that moment, all of her strength ebbed and the tears began to flow.
"I'm so sorry Greg," she said as she buried her face in my chest, "I promised myself I wasn't going to do this."
"It's okay," I said and meaning it. I put my arms around her and pulled her tight to me. Her body wracked with her sobs and pent up grief.
I should be ashamed to say that, in that moment, all I could think about was how close her body was to mine. Only a few thin layers of cloth separating our naked skin from touching. The scent of her hair, the feel of her cheek against my neck, her arms wrapped around my back, the lonely, vulnerable state she was in was all making me very aroused. I knew I was growing hard again. I knew she could feel it pressing against her own crotch and I didn't care. My hands were on the small of her back now and I slowly slid them down to her ass waiting for her to recoil in shock and push me away but she never did.
I was about to press my luck further and reach for the hem of her skirt to pull upwards when she pulled back slightly and apologized again for her sobbing on me. I said nothing. I just pulled my right hand up, brushed her hair back and lightly stroked her left cheek with my finger tips while she gazed into my eyes. She was about to check herself and pull away when I leaned in and kissed her full on the lips.