After the divorce, life just went sour. I was afraid of relationships after just getting out of an abusive relationship. I didn't really date, didn't want to. The kids were grown and on their own. I rented a nice little house in a quiet neighborhood. I thought for sure nothing bad could happen to me there.
I advertised for a roommate because the rent was high. I was very careful with checking out people who were prospective candidates. That's when I saw the e-mail from Robin. She was divorced, just getting back on her feet, and I thought she would make an excellent roommate. We got together for dinner because I wanted to know her better before she moved in. Her story sounded much like my own. She seemed perfect, so we made the arrangements, agreed on who would do what and moved her in.
While we sat one night a couple of weeks later watching a very sexy romantic movie, a bottle of wine between us, Robin slid close to me and put her arm around me. I didn't think anything of it. She was a very nice person and I was feeling pretty good from the wine, so I just relaxed against her. She gently tilted my chin and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue sliding in to caress my tongue. My whole body jumped with the electric sexual thrill. I kissed her back, wanting to caress her lips with my own. Not thinking, not caring, just loving the feel of her.