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Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 04:
It had been an unseasonably mild, spring day and the Esplanade was filled with people sunbathing along the Charles River and trying to rush the season by squeezing in their activities in the late afternoon before darkness fell. With her gaze hypnotically transfixed on the dozens of docked sailboats bobbing with the roll of the water, a cool spring breeze from the quickly changing air chilled her. She wrapped her arms around herself with a shiver.
Permeating the air with a beating melody of clanging ropes chiming against metal masts without sails echoed an eerily, sad song. She looked out to the paths that ran along the length and width of esplanade while watching the steady stream of bicyclists, joggers, and rollerbladers enjoying the good weather. She scanned the sun worshipers rushing the season and enjoying the warm, sunny day practically naked. She watched the sailboats and college rowing teams that dotted the Charles River meander their way back to shore before the close of the boat house and the boat club.
"I hope he's for real," she said talking to herself. "It would be wonderful to finally meet someone special. It would be great to finally have a good, kind, sincere, and respectful man in my life again. I'm ready to fall in love again. I'm ready to get married and have children."
She looked over the Charles River again to watch the late afternoon sun begin its slow descent in the horizon.
"Only, I must take care not to ruin this by being too guarded to not allow myself to see Ken for who he truly is, a catch. I must take care not to ruin this by being too desperate to not allow myself to see him for who he truly is, a cad. I need to keep an open mind an open heart. I need to find a normalcy somewhere in the middle and not be so judgmental as I sometimes can be," she said giving herself the lecture that she obviously needed to be open, vulnerable, and ready for love.
Having had only one serious relationship several years ago that ended abruptly when a drunk driver took the life of John, her fiancé, she was still grieving over the loss of him. Like all women still single at her age, she wanted to find someone to love. More desperate with each passing year, she wanted to get married, have children, buy a house, and raise a family. At thirty-five-years-old, she was running out of time to have a baby of her own.
She was tired of being pressured by her mother, by her married sister, by her married friends, and by all the married women in her life who wanted to know when she was getting married and having a baby. No matter where she was or where she went, she saw mothers pushing their baby carriages. If the women who pressured her weren't enough, men wondered why someone who was as good looking as she obviously was, was still single. More than once she heard rumors that people thought there was something wrong with her or that she was lesbian. Only, she was as normal as any other woman being picky when wanting to find the right man. She wasn't lesbian.
Perhaps, if she told people that she was lesbian, even though she wasn't, they'd stop pressuring her long enough to mind their own business. Perhaps, if she told people to mind their own business, they'd leave her alone. Only, it was better if she smiled at their well-meaning intentions and just ignored them. It was better if she continued to allow them to vicariously live their lives as a single woman in the way that she sometimes vicariously lived her life as a married woman with children. With the grass always looking greener on the other side of the fence, no one is ever satisfied with what they have. Everyone wants what someone else has.
Suffice to say, before she met Ken, desperate enough to join a dating site, she was lonely. She was horny. She was sexually frustrated. She wanted someone to love and someone to love her. She wanted to get married. She wanted a baby. She wanted a house and a family. She wanted everything that she didn't have now.
Tired of meeting the wrong type of guys, men who were only after one thing, she had wasted enough of her time in bars and didn't want any more one night stands. She had it with guys who didn't call her the next day and who couldn't commit to a long-term, serious, and faithful relationship. For a while, she had summoned the belief that she was better off alone but, when her loneliness and horniness reared its ugly head, that belief of living life alone didn't last very long.
Chapter 05:
With love at first sight in the air, Ken and Roxanne continue their unofficial, first date.
Ken hurriedly showered, shaved, and dressed. Convinced his change in attitude was responsible for his luck in meeting Roxanne, he could not believe how his life had improved in such a short time. If it wasn't enough that he bought a car, not just any car, but a Lincoln Town Car, Executive L model, he had a chance of bagging Roxanne as his girlfriend too.
Often overlooked, he realized an obvious, self-evident truth, which was, how can anyone like him, if he doesn't like himself? Wrapped up in the politics of his job with grants, funding, and responsible to always turn a profit in his department pressuring him, he had wasted too much time feeling like a failure and not liking himself. Now not allowing his job to define him, instead, concentrating more on the type of man he was, a good man, a kind man, and a sensitive man, he liked who he was, now.
Daydreaming of Roxanne's beauty, thinking of her long, blonde hair, her captivating blue eyes, and her red, soft lips, he thought of her shapely and sexy body. Mindlessly lathering his body and washing his genitals while thinking of her full, firm breasts, the curve of her round hips, and her long, shapely legs, he was getting an erection. After kissing her and feeling her ass and breasts before cupping her pussy through her panties, he was horny. It had been a long time since he had been with someone, too long, and he didn't want to blow this by acting too desperate and too needy. Not rushing things, he needed to take his time to romance her and seduce her.
He looked down and his cock was sticking straight out with the thoughts of bedding her and having passionate sex with her. A waste of his cum, something that he sometimes does in the shower, he didn't want to masturbate now, especially now that he had her in his life. If only just a sexual fantasy, he hoped that they might have sex later. Instead of masturbating himself now, he wanted to save himself for her.
At this point in his lonely life, tired of being a bachelor and coming home to an empty condo, even though he just met her, she could be his special someone. She could be someone he'd consider marrying. She could be someone he'd settle down with, buy a house, have children, and raise a family together. She could be his death do they part partner and the love of his life someone. Everything was on the table for someone who was as beautiful, intelligent, fun, funny, and witty.
Amazed by her keen insight and obvious intelligence, he smiled as he thought about her quick wit and fun sense of humor. With the same speed and sensation of the rush he felt when descending freely from the top of a waterslide at the waterpark, he was falling in love with her. His strong feelings and emotional attachment for her happened that fast. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, this was it, she was the one, and he was already in love.
"Rox, Roxie, Roxanne, Anne, Annie," he loved saying her name while thinking of all the variations and nicknames that he could call her while in bed and naked together. "Roxanne Lunderry, Mrs. Roxanne Lunderry," he said. "Oh, my God, this is crazy. I need to take a breath, relax, and calm down," he said talking to himself in the shower. "Slow down, Ken. Slow down. She may not feel the same way about you as you already feel about her. Don't you ruin things by rushing things."
Taking as much time selecting which cologne to dab on as he did shaving, he decided to liberally splash on inspired amounts of his favorite fragrance, the original, green bottled Polo. Finally, ready to see his new girlfriend and, hopefully, his future wife, he stepped out on the balcony where she was. In the way that he first saw her at the restaurant, she took his breath away. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was definitely out of his league. Yet, here she was with him.
He put his arm around her waist from behind and pressed his pelvis against her round, firm bottom. With him already wanting to have a deeper connection with her, the feel of her body made his cock react. As if he was already in bed naked with her, he imagined having sexual intercourse with her. He imagined making love to her slow and sweet before fucking her fast and hard, really pounding her pussy. As if this was meant to be, with his cock agreeing with his selection in a woman by throbbing and pulsating in his pants and against her fully clothed ass, she felt so good in his arms.
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"Beautiful, isn't it?"
She laughed while turning her head to give him a sexy look.
