Author's note: This is a true story of my first days as a single man. This and the subsequent stories are accurate recounting of actual events. Of course, the names have been changed for obvious reasons.
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In the early spring of 1980, my wife of 14 years and I separated. On cold, wet night in March, I grabbed some clothes and headed out. I ended up on the couch of a friend who was also recently separated. He and two of his former fraternity brothers and I rented a large house in the older section of our town. It was a 3-story house with a full basement. The upper story became my library/computer room. The second floor had 4 bedrooms and a full bath. It was a nice arrangement for 4 divorced men, three of whom had children who visited regularly.
We decided to have an 'open house' party to celebrate. Since one of the roommates was a route salesman for a pastry company, he knew many of the young women who worked at the convenience and grocery stores in our city and had put out an open invitation to attend our gathering. That is where I met Lana.
Lana was ten years younger than my 35. She had gotten pregnant at 16 and married her 'boyfriend.' He was a real red-neck - rail thin, sharp features and country hick all the way. After 2 years and another child, Lana had finally had enough and moved out. Since she did not have the means to support the boys, she gave her ex custody but she had visitation whenever she wanted. Her roommate (Debbie) also worked at the convenience store with her and together they attended our party.
I was sitting in my library (I am not much of a party type) with my computer when one of the roommates brought the two girls up to meet me. After introductions, Lana asked some questions about my computer and while we were talking her roommate went back to the party. One thing lead to another and before long, we were sitting on the couch kissing. I was kissing her neck (one of her 'hot spots') and unbuttoning her shirt. I peeled away the shirt to expose her 36C, white lace bra. Caressing her bra covered tits made her squirm and pant so I softly lifted the cups and gazed at her puckered nipples. After ten minutes of licking, sucking and caressing those perfect mounds, I unsnapped the front of her jeans and slid my hand down across her smooth belly to the top of her lace panties. As I looked into her eyes, I saw want tempered by shyness. Later she told me I was the first one to ever touch her other than her ex.