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Note: If you have not read them yet, there are four previous chapters to this story.
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As was typical in the months immediately after we'd had an opportunity to be together physically, there was a flurry of email and photos between Ashley and me after I returned home from Nebraska that last November. I was pleased that she was sending me so many photos even though I didn't realize at the time that I'd never see her naked in person again. It was about mid-summer of the following year when her husband, Shane, got laid off from the railroad due to the economic downturn. Things were stressful even though they were able to collect unemployment and Shane found some off-the-books work around town, so I understood her not feeling like taking photos or sending dirty emails. With the two of them spending so much time together, along with their girls, after he'd been working away from home so much, the spark in their relationship was apparently rekindled. I wasn't really surprised when I received the email from her that basically said, "it was a lot of fun and I'll cherish the memories, but it can't happen again." I let her know that there were no hard feelings but didn't say that I was sure I'd still be jerking off to my collection of photos of her.
The following November, as I headed up to Nebraska with my father-in-law and his friend Mac, I hoped that things wouldn't be awkward between Ashley and me. I had no expectation of getting laid, though I planned to keep my eyes open for a discreet opportunity like I'd experienced a couple of years prior. I also had my media player loaded with my favorite photos of Ashley, in case seeing her continued to fire me up and I had no outlet other than my hand. Mac wanted to stop at Cabela's on the way up, so we headed north via Sidney and stopped there to browse for a bit. My father-in-law's cousin, who was actually closer to my age than his, worked in the Cabela's travel department, so we stopped in to see her before we continued on.
I'd never seen Jennifer on any of our previous hunting trips, though I'm sure I must have met her at some family function or another and we received a Christmas card from her every year. She was super personable and a definite MILF, though Mac was flirting with her way more than I was. Jennifer told us to keep our eyes open for her daughter, Jordan, who was now living in the same town as my father-in-law's brother and Shane and Ashley. I'd seen photos of Jordan on the Christmas card every year and knew that she was a hot little piece of ass. Jennifer confirmed that Jordan was now over twenty-one, so we might see her in the bar, and that she was living in town while going to school a little further north. If we did run into her, my only goal was not to creep her out by staring at her too much.
When we ended up in the bar later that night, I spotted her right away wearing tight jeans and a tight top that showed off her figure quite well. I noticed that a lot of eyes were on her and not just the guys her age, either. I managed to keep my eyes on her face when my father-in-law introduced us because that was quite pretty, too. We chatted for a couple of minutes and I mentioned that her picture from the Christmas card was hanging on our refrigerator, so I got to see her every day even though I didn't think we'd ever been introduced before. We were having a nice conversation before Mac came over to introduce himself and start flirting. He ended up kind of edging me out, so I went to get another beer and watched from a distance with some amusement.
A bit later, Jordan sought me out.
"Thanks for abandoning me with that guy," she said jokingly.
"Aw, Mac's harmless," I replied, "Maybe a bit creepy just based on the age difference, but that's about all."
"I was just kidding," she confirmed, "He was okay but, yeah, he should probably limit his flirting to people about ten years older than me."
We ended up talking for a little while, kind of getting to know each other, but I was careful not to flirt too much since I was still almost twice her age. I did feel quite flattered, though, that she was obviously flirting with me. Still, I also had to be careful because my father-in-law was there. She looked around the room at one point as if she was contemplating something.
"You know what really sucks about living in a small town like this?" she finally asked.
"That you can't get laid without everybody knowing about it?" I posited. I knew that from the young lady I'd hooked up with in the back of her pick-up a couple of years prior. Jordan seemed surprised that I knew the answer.
"Yeah, that's right," she replied, "If I was feeling horny and took one of these guys in here home, I'd be known as the 'easy girl' before breakfast tomorrow. If I went out on a date with one of them and they wanted to fuck me and I let them, I'd be 'the girl who does it on the first date.' If I didn't put out on the first date, I'd be 'the moral girl' and there wouldn't be a second date. It's a no-win situation here."
"You need a guy for whom discretion is just as important to as it is for you," I told her, "Maybe a married guy from out of town or something."
