Connie Cums Alive: A Sexual Awakening
It was a nice quiet spring evening at home and I was enjoying the view of the sunset as I sat on the glider on my front porch. It was so peaceful out here on the farm. I live in the Midwest and there wasn't really anything to do except watch television or just go to town and since I didn't drink, there really wasn't much to do there. My children were grown, one had moved out and the other one was always at his girlfriend's house so I was pretty much alone most evenings. My wife was usually home but this afternoon she had answered the phone and her boss had begged her to come into work. To tell you the truth, although I love my wife with all my heart and all my soul, I was really enjoying the time alone. You see, I got married at a very young age to a woman who was almost 10 years my senior and she came with a son so I never really had time to myself.
I listened to soft ballad that was playing on the radio station. It was a love song, one that really got you in the pit of the stomach. I was lost in thought when I heard a car pull up in the driveway. It was a car that I recognized, a new white Chevy that belonged to a friend of mine Steve, and his wife Connie. They were in their early 40's and I had worked with Steve over the years and although he was a pretty decent guy, he was sort of arrogant and I didn't exactly like the way that he spoke to his wife, but that was just Steve, he talked like that to everybody.
I stood up and walked across the porch and then down the steps toward the car. I waved and walked up to the window. The window was rolled part down and I could see that it was Connie and she was alone. I also noticed that her eyes were red, obviously from having cried. "Hi Connie, what's the matter?" I asked her.
"Hi, is your wife home?" she asked.
"No she's not, she got called into work," I replied.
"Oh, ok, I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk to her a little bit," she said in a voice that trembled slightly. I could tell that this woman was very upset.
"Is there anything I can help you with," I asked. Connie shook her head in the negative and proceeded to start the car. I reached my hand through the window and put my hand on hers. "Now listen Connie, I hate to see you upset. If there is anything I can do for you, let me know." Connie released the key and just sat there. Tears started running down her cheek once again. "I just needed someone to talk to is all. It is nothing, really," she said. I reached for the door and opened it. I took Connie by the hand and motioned for her to get out of the car. "Well, why don't you come up to the house and have a cup of coffee. I won't pry; I just don't want to see you leave in this state. A good cup of coffee will always make things better," I said as I smiled at her.
"Well, ok, maybe just a cup."
Connie swung her legs out of the car and put her feet on the ground. She was still in her nurse's uniform which was a little rumpled and I knew that she came straight from the hospital where she worked as an RN. I smiled at my friend and let her to the front porch. "Sit down Connie," I said. "I'll go get us a cup of coffee."
"Ok, thanks," she said. I walked through the door and got a couple of cups from the cabinet and poured us a cup of hot coffee. I picked the cups up and headed through the living room and out the front door. "Here you go, be careful it's hot."
Connie took a sip of the hot liquid. "This is great, thanks," she said. The steam was pouring off of her cup and she just sat there and stared at it, looking at her reflection in the dark liquid. I noticed the lines in her face, the lines of a mature woman who was very attractive. As the song played on the radio Connie looked up at me. "Steve used to sing that song to me years ago," she said, tears starting to well up in her eyes. I shifted uncomfortably at the sudden show of emotion. I, like most men my age, weren't used to dealing with emotion other than the usual stuff we have to deal with in our marriage.
"Now Connie," I said, "I'm sure whatever it is it can't be that bad."
Connie did not speak, she just sat there sipping her coffee and listening to the song as it came over the radio. When the song was over, she looked up and said, "If I asked you a question, would you answer it truthfully?"
"Well as truthfully as I could," I told her.