When I discovered Jake's "indiscretion," the affair he was having with a girl almost half my age, I was devastated. If there was any silver lining, it was that our daughter, Kelly, was leaving in a couple of weeks to study physical therapy at an out-of-state college and would be spared the painful divorce proceedings.
Now alone in the house, I felt like I was sinking into a black abyss, unable to perform the smallest of tasks. How could I go on? I looked in all directions for a life ring. I needed to make a new start, but how? Help eventually came but in the most unimaginable way.
Kelly became very close to her college roommate, a physical education major. She was so happy when we spoke on the phone, and her texts were adorned with rainbows and hearts. I'd been divorced and alone for almost a year and knew how important it was to have a good person in one's life. So when Kelly told me that she and her "bestie" were considering applying for summer jobs at my fitness club and couldn't bear being apart, I readily agreed to have Elle stay at our house.
"We're going to have so much fun!" Kelly enthused.
As soon as I met Elle, I liked her. She was different. Her blonde hair was cut short, with a wave at the front, much like a boy's hairstyle. Her bright green eyes twinkled mischievously from behind a pair of reading glasses, and her tiny nose and pouty mouth made me jealous of her good looks.
She spoke with unusual confidence and would press me for my opinions, restoring my self-confidence. Her clothes were simple: a short skirt or denim cutoffs and a skimpy, tight-fitting top to show off her athletic body.
She and Kelly would often take time out to sun on the deck, and I liked listening to the jingle of their laughter and didn't think anything of it when they sometimes came inside holding hands. Then, one day, I came home earlier than expected, and as I went through the front door, I could see them seated side by side, Kelly's hand on Elle's cheek, Elle's hand pushing Kelly's short skirt higher, the two of them locked in a passionate french kiss.
The thought that my daughter was sexually involved with another girl did not bother me. It's the twenty-first century, and I won't be a prude. Besides, in my day, parents worried about their kids getting into hard drugs. My Kelly was into health, so what if that included a healthy sex life with her roommate?
What I wasn't prepared for was that I began thinking about Elle. I paid attention to what she was wearing when she left the house and fantasized about what it would be like to meet a beautiful young woman such as her, enjoy her company, and, yes, undress her and feel her wonderfully lusty body pressing close to mine.
For a week, I wrestled with these fantasies during my morning shower and under the covers at night, the sultry summer breeze blowing through the curtains as I touched myself intimately--my mind a riot of erotic thoughts.
One day, Kelly told me she would be working late Friday night. "The club closes at ten, but I must stay late and won't be home before midnight...."
Then she paused and took my hand in hers. "Elle is going to keep you company," winking conspiratorially, and this is where my story begins.
On Friday, Elle insisted on getting takeout. Since the kitchen was my least favorite room, I readily agreed. On Friday night, I looked in my bedroom mirror and admired my body; I still looked hot at thirty-nine. I wore my skinny jeans and a simple top because we were staying home. She asked me to wait on the deck while she dressed and set the table. When she finally called me inside, I couldn't believe what awaited me.
The table was covered with a lovely red lace tablecloth. Two candles burned seductively at the center of the table. My favorite wine was on ice, two glasses were nearby, and a vase of roses filled the air with an intoxicating aroma.
Elle was dressed in a fashionable, lovely tight-fitting mini skirt and silky shirt that accentuated her fantastic ass and bountiful cleavage--it was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra. Her face had the slightest hint of rouge and light-colored lipstick. Her bewitching eyes sparkled.
I held my breath as I took it all in, and she smiled sweetly.
"Do you like it?"
Before I could answer, she pulled a long-stemmed rose from the vase, swept to my side, and placed it in my hand.
"This is for you, darling. I've always fantasized about being with a mature, beautiful lady like you. Tonight, I'll make you feel more like a woman than ever."
Her breath fell on my open neck, giving me goosebumps. I turned to look at her alluring green eyes. She bent her face towards me, brought a hand down to lightly caress my figure, leaned forward, and kissed me.
Mmmm, her lips were so soft and sweet. Then she kissed me again, this time with greater urgency, and I felt her tongue pressing against my lips, asking to be invited inside. I opened my mouth, and our tongues danced. She pressed herself closer, and I could feel her nubile breasts pushing against my own. OMG, I heard myself moan as the kiss grew amorous and my panties moistened.
Then, she broke it off, and taking me by the hand, she brought me to the table, pulled out a chair, and seated me.
"I hope you don't mind if we enjoy dinner before dessert," she said as she sat at the opposite end.
She'd ordered oysters swimming in a delicious red sauce with minced shallots and lemon twists. The oysters melted on my tongue, and the sauce tantalized my tastebuds. It was quite the aphrodisiac, and while I feasted my eyes on the lovely college coed seated across from me, I found myself becoming increasingly aroused.
"--What do you think, Lisa?"
What? I was so lost in thought that I hadn't heard what Elle had been saying.
"I'm sorry, I was enjoying the food so much I didn't hear what you said."
Elle smiled, patted her sweet lips with a napkin, and stood up, her nipples pressing through the sheer material of her shirt.
"Hm, maybe it's time we sit on the couch and enjoy the wine; I'm full, aren't you?"
"Yes," I giggled. Geez, I felt like a schoolgirl, and so wanted to be near her, so I stood and walked around the table. She met me halfway, wrapped an arm around my waist, kissed my cheek, took my hand, and walked me to the loveseat. She sat me down and walked to the table to get the wine, giving me a view of her delectable ass.
I wanted this so bad.
Settling into the loveseat, Elle poured two glasses of wine, giving me a glimpse down the front of her top. She caught my searching eye and smiled, "Do you see anything you like?"
I could hardly breathe and sipped my wine as her heady perfume mixed with the wine and enflamed my libido. She finished her glass and set it on the table. Then, taking my hand and using her nails, she rubbed my forearm up and down while gazing into my eyes.
"You're so lovely, Lisa. I knew I had to have you from the first time I saw you." She combed her long fingers through my hair, "When Kelly told me how lonely you must be and that she wanted to do something nice for you, I readily agreed. I want to make you very happy tonight."
She raised a warm hand to caress my cheek. Her touch made me giddy, and then she held my chin in place as she rubbed her thumb back and forth over my swollen lips and drew closer. I could feel her breath on my face and wanted her to take me. Sensing this, she closed her eyes, leaned forward, and kissed me with a passion that made my insides turn to goo.
Wow, could she ever kiss.
"Have you thought about me?" She breathed.
I was dizzy, and my throat was too dry to speak, so I nodded. She grinned and moved closer, placing a hand behind my head and bringing our lips together in a second, more extended, and tender kiss.
"Ohh," I cried, finding my voice. "That was wonderful."
