I would never have imagined I would run into Jack at that family reunion in a million years. My life had been such a total shambles in the past two years that, I had almost completely given up on anything good ever happening in my life again. Then, there he was, my closest childhood friend, there in the flesh, all grown up and not twenty feet away. He was looking at me with that sly smile that I knew from all those years ago!
Our conversation that day had covered so much lost ground, his marriage and the death of his wife. My marriage to Kurt, and all the abuse and cheating that that life had entailed never came close to what he had experienced. I had told him of the many trips to the hospital, due to Kurt's violent temper, and how two years ago, I had finally gotten the nerve to press charges and have him put away. Jack listened to everything with compassion and concern for me! For once in my life there was someone who really was interested in my well-being, and honestly cared.
When night fell, and the gathering began breaking up, I was almost heart-broken to find Jack again leaving me alone, yet again. We made the usual, "Let's keep in touch" comments, but somehow with Jack, I knew he meant it. I wasn't going to let him slip away and out of my life again. I told him I was going to call him, so we could begin a new chapter in our friendship. He smiled politely, and promised he would stay in touch.
A few days went by and I decided to call him. Now to be honest, I was not the girl I used to be thirty years ago. Having five kids in six years does an awful lot of damage to ones body! I looked into the mirror in the hall as I dialed Jacks number. At five foot six, I am not a petite woman by any standards. Yet over the course of the last ten years, I had dropped a significant amount of weight and managed to tone everything back up to a respectable figure.
I stared at the silver streaks that now lined my waist-length hair, not too much, and wondered if I looked as old as I felt sometimes? The phone clicked in and began to ring at his end. I could not believe, at my age I was as nervous as a school girl. I could feel goosebumps forming as I waited for Jack to answer. I was a nervous girl waiting to hear from her first crush, and not knowing exactly what to say.
Yet somehow, hearing Jacks voice made everything better, almost at once. We talked for hours, about any little thing I wanted. He seemed genuinely interested in anything that we talked about. I even managed to slip in how nice it would be to have him move back home. (A little selfish streak I know) I told him about all the beautiful properties that were available, and he jokingly admitted how good it sounded, and how he'd think it over.
Over the next several weeks, I called Jack at least twice a week, just for someone to talk to. I now live alone, my youngest daughter had just moved out with her boyfriend two months ago. With all the flock now grown and out on their own, I was left in an empty house with no friends. My ex-husband Kurt, had managed to alienate everyone I had ever known, due to his temper. He was also well liked by most of the "bad" people around town, so no one wanted to mess with "Kurt's ole' lady!" It was no different now, even with him in jail for the next eight years. No one spoke to me!
I was really glad to hear Jack finally decide to move back down, at least this way I'd have a friend. I know what your probably thinking, "desperate woman!" and to be honest, I was desperate for some companionship. I had never even considered where this might lead when he finally moved in! I could not have begun to imagine that the feelings we had had for each other thirty-some years ago were still lying dormant within both of us.
Jack called to let me know when he would be arriving, and wanted to know if I would like to help him unpack? I couldn't wait to get out of this prison! My summer vacation from work could not have come at a more opportune time! I agreed to meet him at his new place, and help him with the big task of unpacking. It was a hot day, so I packed a bag, just in case it got late.
When I got to Jacks new house, I almost fell over. He had had it built from the ground up, and I would have never believed he had such good taste! Little Jack had grown into an extraordinary man. He was a writer, author of a very popular romance novel series; you know the ones, you see them at the bookstore all the time and just pass by! I had seen his novels and even read a few not knowing it was his work. He wrote under a Pen-name I did not recognize.
I would have never believed anyone could make a fortune with those things, but Jack had a way with his stories that he had quite a following. He wasn't rich, but lived quite comfortably! I was glad to see he had had so much success. I must admit I was a little embarrassed when he told me the woman he wrote about was loosely based on myself. I really did feel honored that I could provoke such passion in anyone.
Now, as I look back on it, I am so glad I did meet up with him again that day!
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As I felt the cobwebs clearing in my head, and the soft dull throb of a hang-over, I realized that I was asleep next to a warm, softly snoring body! The realization of what had happened between Jack and me last night, and into this morning hit home! I had spent the last six hours blissfully screwing my cousin's brains out! I could smell the scent of our night of total abandon like a pungent reminder of the total slut I must have looked like. Jack had his arm around me and somehow, it didn't feel wrong at all.
I again looked at Jack's strong face. He wasn't the pretty boy that Kurt was; age and life had etched a different kind of maturity to Jacks face. He didn't look forty-five, but neither did I! I watched as his muscular chest rose and fell to the rhythm of his deep sleep. Jack has slightly thinning brown hair, with strong areas of gray around the temples. His moustache is also gray and white, a family trait!
I put my head back down on his chest soaking in the events of what we had done last night. I had cum so many times; I never would have believed it possible! Kurt had never done the things that Jack had accomplished in one night, in twenty years! Not that my needs or desires had ever mattered to that piece of shit. Jack had shown true compassion and interest in my wants and needs. I could see why his wife had fallen so deeply in love with him!
I also knew that no matter what ever happened between Jack and myself, that we would always have to keep this a secret, and our feelings for each other private. I knew I would never be able to fill Shelly's shoes, but it was good to know that Jack felt the same way I did for him. Family or not, I wasn't going to let cousin Jack slip through my fingers again!
