If you have not read the first part, it is recommended that you read that first as it provides the back story.
As the summer progressed, I saw more and more of Jennifer and we started getting closer. Sex is great, but it isn't a great foundation for a relationship and I had a son to worry about. So when Sarah asked if I would like to go out for dinner one night, I said yes. It wasn't like I was cheating on Jennifer, but I also wanted to end up in a relationship that was going to go somewhere.
Friday night rolled around and Sarah picked me up and Steven walked over to Sarah's house to spend the night with Jennifer and John. "Hi Paul."
"Hi Sarah. Thank you for asking me out tonight. I forgot what it's like to just go out for a not and not have to worry about Steven." As soon as I said it, I knew I had said something wrong. Or, if not wrong, awkward. I just thanked her for asking me out. Was this a date? I had no idea and now I really put my foot in my mouth. Great way to start the evening Paul, I thought to myself.
"I feel the same way about John and all of the hours I spend working," she said with a smile.
'I'm sorry, if what I said was awkward."
"Don't be, Paul. I did ask you out on a date. Look, we've been living down the street from each other for, what, five years now. We're both divorced and we have kids the same age. And I like you, you've always been great with John. And besides, I think you're kind of cute." Cute was not how I would describe myself, ever. Sarah on the other hand is a successful sales executive for a Fortune 500 company and she is beautiful. She has brown hair that she wears in bangs, and deep blue eyes with flecks of gold in them (it's always a toss-up as to whether I look at her eyes or her tits). So, super intelligent and beautiful and with a rack that would make a blind man stop and look at her. She wasn't as big as Jennifer was, but she had amazing cleavage and not being as big as Jennifer meant she was probably a "D" cup, which on her smaller body looked even bigger. No complaints about what she looked like.
"That's awkward. I don't take compliments well at all. But I appreciate the sentiment and I'm glad you asked. I thought about it a lot. I just always got nervous because what if you said 'No' and we would still be living down the street from each other. But what if things don't work out between us? Wouldn't that make living on the same street harder?"
"You're jumping a little far ahead. I was thinking of a first casual date to see how we get along when we aren't talking about kids. And besides, if things don't work, I think we're probably adult enough to be able to figure out how to be friends."
"Right, you're right. Sorry, my mind was off in the future, and I sort of bypassed the present."
"Live in the moment Paul and we'll see how things go."
We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later which was just a local bar and grill type of place, and we were seated by a window in the back of the restaurant. Since we already knew a lot about what we did for work and the kids' school and the like, a lot of the evening was us talking about our exes, how we ended up where we did, our families and the type of personal stuff you don't normally share with strangers. At one point during the evening, Sarah's napkin had fallen on the floor and she pushed her chair back and reached down to get it. I'm absolutely positive that she caught me staring at her tits, and cleavage, when she leaned down and came back up but she didn't say anything thankfully.
After finishing our meal and wine, we realized that we had been there for almost three hours talking. You always know it's a good date when you completely lose track of time. We left he restaurant and headed back home. As she was pulling up to drop me off at my house I asked, "Would you like to come in for a drink before you head home?"
"That would be lovely, thank you." She parked the car halfway between our houses and we walked over to mine. I grabbed a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator and uncorked it for us. I decanted it and we let it sit for a few minutes. "Did you have a nice time tonight?"
"Yes. So much so that I lost track of time and that's never a bad thing unless you're late for a date," I replied with a smile. We were standing so close to each other that I could feel the heat from her body, and I could see her nipples, stiff under her blouse. This had been such a perfect evening that I didn't want to ruin it by moving too fast. She looked up into my eyes and leaned into me and gave me a soft, gentle, almost probing kiss. And that one kiss said volumes, it said, "are you okay with this?" "I really like you but I don't want to scare you away," "I had a great time tonight and want to do it again" and I responded. Tentatively at first, slowly and then more firmly. I pulled her to me and pressed my lips more firmly to hers. My lips parted and I felt her tongue gently touch me and then our tongues intertwined, and she moaned into my mouth. Finally, I had to come up for air and took a deep breath, both to catch my breath and slow down my heart rate. I breathed in her perfume and smelled lavender.
She whispered to me, "That was nice," and laid her head against my chest. I'm sure she could feel my heart beating quickly.
"Sarah, I have to tell you something before we go to far."
"Okay."
