My Girlfriend's Smokeshow Daughter
When I first got divorced two years ago I was hoping for lots of commitment-free sex with as many women as possible, making up for all the wild oats I never sowed in my teens and twenties. It hasn't worked out that way, but believe me, I've got no complaints!
In fact, since my divorce I've only had sex with two women. The first woman's name was Lori. She was 41, six years younger than me. My name's Mike. Lori had medium brown hair down just past her shoulders and always looked stylish. She was smart with a great sense of humor, had sparkling blue eyes, a warm, easy smile, a really nice set of tits, and an ass that was damn fine for a woman of her age, for a woman of any age, really. She worked as a paralegal for the firm that did my divorce. We'd kind of hit it off when I had come into the office, easy small talk, she laughed at all my jokes, stuff like that, but I was too self-conscious to ask her out. Freshly divorced guy on the prowl all seemed too cliche. Basically, I was that guy, but I didn't want to come across as that guy.
Turns out I'd played it right. Lori was the highly ethical type. Not that I'm not, but I don't make a fetish of it, as I suppose is proved by the way things turned out. Sometimes life forces you to make compromises. Anyway, we'll get to that soon enough. Like I said, Lori was ethical, but she was also practical. Working in a lawyer's office, she'd seen some stuff. She'd seen a few cases where couples reconcile before the divorce was final, and sometimes when that happens there's a "new girlfriend" who gets left out in the cold. She was determined not to be that girl, and that's why she had a policy of never dating guys before their divorce was final. Her job set her up for "first crack" at quite a few guys who were fresh on the market, and as a beautiful woman whose job put her in contact with quite a few of these guys, she got hit on, a lot. But most of those guys who hit on her did it while they were still "separated," and so not free and clear.
Not me. Whether it was because I was gun shy, or just chicken, I was friendly, polite, funny, maybe a little charming even, but I never so much as inquired whether she was single, much less ask her out. And so it came as quite a nice surprise when I went in to my lawyer's office for the last time, to wrap things up after my divorce was final, and Lori handed me one of her business cards with her personal cell number on the back. She said seeing me come into the office had always been a highlight of her week, and that I should call her sometime if I wanted to get a drink or a cup of coffee or something.
Holy shit you could have knocked me over with a feather! Stuff like that never happens to me. But at a time when I was still pretty low at the final failure of what had been my main life's plan up until then, it was just the pick-me-up I needed. I couldn't even play it cool. I think the first thing out of my mouth was "Wow!" as I broke out into a shit-eating grin. "Thanks!" I said, "I will d
efinitely
be giving you a call." She laughed. And I clowned it up and held her card over my heart, patting my chest as I backed away and turned to walk out the door.
The one positive thing in my life while going through my divorce had been that I'd decided I needed to get back into shape. I knew that at 47, I was far from ready to be celibate for the rest of my life. I also realized that unlike when I was 17, I was within real striking distance of improving my relative position in the dating pool. I had a bit of a dad bod, but unlike a lot of guys my age, I wasn't fat, I had all my hair, and although not exactly rich, even after a divorce I was at least financially solid. Eight months of working out and eating right had helped me to drop a few pounds, tone up, and my skin looked better too. And unlike when I was 17, I now knew how to talk to girls, and if I do say so myself, how to please a woman in bed.
Sex was not the reason my marriage went bad. Although the sex had tapered off quite a bit in the last couple years I was married, it was because my wife got tired of the rest of my shit, not my (almost) 8" cock or my tongue, both of which I had learned how to use pretty well.
After I did call Lori, she and I hit it off pretty quick. She had been single for 7 years, (her ex had run off with another woman and disappeared out of their lives). Although she had dated a little, she really had never been serious about anybody, mostly, she said, because she was busy with her daughter, and all her daughter's activities. Lori knew that bringing new men into her life with a teenage daughter at home was problematic for all sorts of reasons, and she'd decided to put her daughter first. I respected that. But her daughter was now 19 and away at college. Lori had the house (or two-bedroom condo) to herself. I came along at just the right time. It was a good time for me too. My marriage hadn't really turned south until both kids left home and we realized we didn't have that much in common anymore. But my boys were now 24 and 22, both graduated, had jobs and lives of their own. We got along fine but didn't really see each other much outside of holidays and the occasional family get-together. So Lori and I had no impediments. We jumped into it like twenty-somethings with no responsibilities. And we fucked like 20-somethings too. It was fun! We were having a great time together. I felt like she was starting to get serious, and I had some of those feelings too, although we both were a little cautious because it hadn't been that long since my divorce.
We had been seeing each other for almost 8 months, from October all through spring until suddenly, in June, things got more complicated. In June, Lori's daughter Cassie came home for the summer after her first year at college.
Since I'd been going out with Lori I'd met Cassie only a couple of times. She knew I was "mommy's new boyfriend." She could probably even guess that her mother and I were having sex. Lori had a "glow" around me and she was very touchy-feely affectionate, stroking my arm or the back of my neck, holding hands, things like that. But what Cassie didn't know was that for the last 4 months I'd been basically living at her mom's condo. I still had my own apartment, but there were weeks when I only stopped there to pick up the mail. Lori was nervous about how much to let Cassie know about our relationship. She'd tried to bring her up in the church, with traditional morals. I was also nervous our relationship couldn't stand the strain, not because I was worried Cassie would disapprove or that Lori and I wouldn't be together or have sex as much. No, I was worried that Lori would throw me out in disgust because I couldn't keep my eyes off her daughter!
Cassie was, to put it bluntly, a total smokeshow, the most breathtaking, stunning, jaw-droppingly beautiful woman I had ever seen. Lori was a great-looking woman, but Cassie, Cassie was a gift from God. Her effect on men was incredible. It was like a force field surrounded her and it was funny to watch, especially in a crowd. It seemed like any male between about 12 and 80 years old, when they first looked at her would stop mid-breath, their eyes would open just a little wider, and if she or they were moving, they'd turn their heads as she passed by, just to prolong the moment. I often saw guys, as soon as they lost sight of her, slightly exhale and give a small shake of the head, as if to say "Damn!" under their breath to themselves. Sometimes their mouths actually mimed the word.
Cassie was so good-looking it was a serious problem for her, and not just in the ways you might expect. The first time I met her, after dinner we all three went out to get ice cream and Cassie literally "caused" a car accident. She was just standing on the sidewalk downtown, wearing cut-off jeans and a tight white t-shirt, licking her ice cream cone, and a guy in a pickup truck rear-ended a Honda right in front of us. I'd looked up as I'd sensed he was still moving in stopped traffic and I saw his eyes. They were glued to Cassie, and totally oblivious to what was in front of him on the road. Sorry man! I know how you feel! She was 19 and said she'd seen three accidents like that right in front of her. Out in public, she usually wore huge oversized clothes in drab colors to avoid drawing extra attention to herself. She rarely wore make-up, She usually wore her hair in a pony-tail pulled through the back of a ball cap. But it was hard to hide her incredible good looks. Sometimes she was just like, "Fuck it! Let 'em look! It's not my problem if they're idiots!"
Cassie had Lori's blue eyes and smile that both always seemed to catch the light just right. She was about 5'7", naturally light blonde, slim, perfectly toned, D-cup tits that were full, and firm, and gloriously perky. She had a small mole on her left cheek and a tiny scar on her chin from where she fell down and cut it when she was 3. That tiny scar was the imperfection that made her perfect, a real girl and not something just cooked up in a lab to haunt men's dreams. The funny thing is, I've always been more of a brown-eyed brunette kind of guy, but Cassie was absolutely the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Whenever I saw her it took hours to get her out of my head. And even then she had a way of popping back in there at all sorts of random times.
OK, maybe I'm a little biased. Can you tell I was smitten? I was terrified that Lori could tell too. But I thought I did a reasonably good job of covering up around her. Lord knows I put a lot of effort into covering it up. I was 47 years old. She was 19, and my girlfriend's daughter. I mean you do the math. Clearly my chances with Cassie were pretty much hopeless, and ridiculous. And I had a pretty great thing going with Lori that I didn't want to mess up.
Before June, most of the times I'd seen Cassie it had been fairly contollable. Lori had invited me over to dinner the first time to meet her and I'd artfully seated myself on the same side of the table so as to look at Lori more, and keep Cassie out of my field of view. One time when Cassie was home for the weekend I had dropped by to pick up Lori, just said a quick hello before heading out, that kind of thing. There were definitely no "sleepovers" when she was there. But with Cassie coming back to live with Lori for the summer, Lori and I agreed it was time we brought our relationship fully out in the open. That meant me staying overnight and full weekends at Lori's while Cassie was there, or Lori staying over at my place, but frankly, Lori didn't like my apartment, and I've got to admit, her condo was nicer.
After Cassie moved back on a Friday night, Lori called me Saturday morning. I was nervous, but right away, her tone helped put me at ease.
