Single Life After Divorce Pt 03

The Single Life After Divorce, Part 3

Movie Night

Ding, Dong.

Emmanuelle had been patiently awaiting Vicki's arrival for the past 20 minutes. She checked herself in the mirror and moved to the door of her 10th story apartment. The glass door to her balcony overlooking the Pacific Ocean was open, letting in a warm breeze, which blew a little harder when she opened the door.

"Vicki! Nice to see you again," she said, moving aside to let the young reporter in.

Vicki noticed she was far more casually dressed this time. Emmanuelle was wearing a teal-colored bikini, covered by a see-through white cover-up which, while it had buttons down the front, was open. The color beautifully highlighted her bronze skin. While she knew Emmanuelle was in her 60s, she sure didn't look it. She was very trim and good looking, looking 20 years younger than her physical age. She could only wish she looked like that when she grew older.

"Nice to see you, too," the young woman said, extending her hand. "Thank you for seeing me again."

Emmanuelle took the woman's hand in both of hers, shaking it slightly, but holding it far longer than would normally be appropriate.

"Oh, thank you for coming," Emmanuelle said, smiling. "I'm happy to have company like you. You brighten my day."

"That's so sweet of you." Vicki looked around, wondering where the two would meet this time. "Where should I set up?" she asked.

"I was thinking we could sit on the balcony today. It's just too beautiful out to be stuck indoors."

Vicki smiled and nodded. "That sounds perfect."

"I made some iced tea using that Wild Raspberry Hibiscus, too. It seemed like a better choice for sitting outside in the warm air."

"That would be great. I love that flavor. I went and bought some myself, too."

Emmanuelle guided her guest to the open sliding glass door and opened the screen. The deck outside was the width of her apartment with privacy walls on either side. A low railing was across the front gave them a beautiful view of the ocean. The sun was high in the sky and was still casting a shadow on the deck. It would be an hour before the shadow started receding as the sun fell toward the western horizon. Two chairs and two lounges were on the deck, all facing towards the ocean, with each pair having a small table between them. On the table between the lounges was a pitcher and two glasses of iced tea.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," Emmanuelle said, directing Vicki to the lounges.

Vicki took the far one and sat down, putting her purse on the ground beside her, while Emmanuelle took the other lounge. She picked up a glass and handed it to Vicki. The two then sat for a moment, just enjoying the sights, sounds, and smells of the salty ocean air.

Vicki reached down into her purse and pulled out the recorder, setting it on her leg. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Emmanuelle's bare, tanned leg, her knee bent, foot on the lounge. At the base of her thigh, she could see the rounding of Emmanuelle's mons, covered with the thin, teal bikini bottoms. Emmanuelle's hand lightly stroked her inner thigh as she drank her iced tea. Vicki didn't know why, but she was feeling more and more attracted to Emmanuelle. Was Emmanuelle coming on to her?

She coughed for a moment, clearing her throat. "Are you ready to get started?"

"Yeah," Emmanuelle said, smiling.

Vicki started the recorder and set it on the table between them. "This is Vicki Valentina from Southern California Scene magazine interviewing Emmanuelle, for our third interview on the dating scene in southern California. Thank you again for speaking with me, Emmanuelle."

"My pleasure, Vicki."

"So... in our last interview, we talked about the strangest date you've had since you divorced. At the end of the interview, you indicated that, quote, my dates seem to find me as much as I go looking for them, unquote. That statement intrigued me, so today I thought I'd ask you to tell me about a date that found you. What was the first unexpected date you've had?"

"When you mentioned that at the end of our last interview one came to mind immediately. I was definitely not looking and it definitely found me."

"That sounds interesting," Vicki said.

"It was," Emmanuelle said, remembering that weekend. "I'd been seeing Jacob, the first man I dated after my divorce, for about a year when we finally went our separate ways. I was around 50 or so at the time and I was still having a little trouble figuring out where to find guys my own age. That was when a college friend of mine, Patricia, brought her husband Timothy and granddaughter Samantha out for a visit. The visit was just for a long weekend, to give Samantha a tour of the University of San Diego, one of the schools she was looking at attending the next fall."

"They had planned this little visit around my birthday, arriving that day as a matter of fact."

*****

"Hi, Emm!" Patricia said from the hallway as I opened the door. "Surprise!"

I had to say, I was very surprised. I wasn't expecting them for several hours yet.

"You're early, Patricia!" I said, giving my best friend a huge hug. I was still wearing my bathing suit.

"Well, I wanted to surprise you for your birthday," Patricia said, moving to let her husband and granddaughter through the door. "Emm, this is Timothy," she said and I shook his hand. "The man I've told you so much about. And this is my granddaughter Samantha." I shook her hand as well. "I can't believe that I'm old enough to be a grandmother of a child who's about to start college. Where the hell has the time gone?"

"I know what you mean," I laughed. We may have turned 51 that year, but we still felt like we were in our early 20s.

Patricia looked at me a little funny. "Girl... you look incredible! Did you find some anti-aging potion or something?"

"Oh," I said, suddenly embarrassed to be wearing my bikini. I was definitely the least dressed of all of us and I bet Timothy was getting an eyeful. My suit was pretty small, meant for tanning, not meant for public consumption. "Let me go get changed."

"No problem," Patricia said, as they moved deeper into the apartment. "I love your place. That is an incredible view!"

"Isn't it?" I yelled from my room. I grabbed a bra and panties, t-shirt, and some shorts and laid them on the bed, then reached back and untied my bikini top. I pulled it up and off my head and heard a catch of breath at the door. When I looked, Samantha was there, looking a little embarrassed to be caught, her phone in one hand and suitcase handle in the other.

"Your grandparents will be in the next bedroom, honey. We'll have to figure out where you're going to be," I said, sliding my bra on. I felt a little self-conscious being seen naked by her, but... what the hell. I'd been naked around girls in the high school locker room... and around women at the gym. What was the big deal?

"Ok," she said, and turned to walk back to the living room.

When I finished tugging on my shorts and looking in the mirror to make sure I looked appropriate, I walked out into the living room. All three of them were out on the deck getting a good look at the view and taking pictures.

I showed them where their room was and let them settle in for a moment, and then talked to them about Samantha. She quickly agreed to sleep out on the sofa saying that it looked comfortable enough. Then we spent an hour or two sitting in the living room just reminiscing. It had been a while since we'd talked.

For dinner, they wanted to take me out for my birthday, so we went to a little restaurant nearby that's a favorite of mine and had plenty of good food, good fun, and... liquor. Samantha, of course, couldn't have the latter, but was very involved with the rest, asking questions of me, and getting to know me better.

I found out that they had an appointment tomorrow to meet with people at the university for a tour and discussion on what it takes to go there. She was looking to get a degree in art history and the university had a pretty good program. Another thing that they mentioned was that since Rachel, Patricia's daughter and Samantha's mother, had died several years ago, they had a bit of money to pay for it, but were hoping to have it go further by not having to deal with on-campus housing.

"I was hoping...," Patricia said slowly, "that you might be open to a little company for a few years. We were hoping Samantha could live with you while she's in school and help out with the rent and stuff. It would be nice for her to have a little adult guidance, too, rather than living with a bunch of partying college coeds."

Samantha and I looked at each other. I was wondering if I wanted a roommate... if I wanted someone there when I might want privacy. If I wanted someone there when I might have company over. Balancing that with having someone help with the rent... someone to help keep it tidy... someone to talk to, to come home to at night. And I figured it was only for a couple years, so why not. It could certainly benefit us both.

"Yeah, I'd love to," I said, smiling.

Patricia grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Thanks Emm! That'll be a huge help."

"My pleasure," I smiled back.

At the end of dinner, they ordered a little cake to be served and even put on a single candle that Timothy lit. It was a nice birthday and a nice present to have them there for it.

Timothy drove us home afterwards and I sat in the back with Samantha. We'd talked a little at dinner about her degree choice and I found out just how interested she was in art and that she was a pretty good artist herself, with a few awards under her belt.

It was late, at least according to my internal clock, when we finally got home and Patricia and Timothy said their goodnights and moved down the hallway towards their room. I grabbed a couple sheets and pillows for Samantha and set up the couch for her to sleep on. I was just saying goodnight when she bounced up to me and hugged me tightly, telling me both thank-you and happy birthday. I thanked her back and before I knew it, she was kissing me.

It was... completely unexpected... completely raw, my head spinning from the liquor... and I couldn't believe how it felt. I'd never, ever kissed a woman before, especially like that. This was way before my experience with my neighbor Jenn, mind you.

And just like it started, she pulled away and moved to the couch. I stood there for a moment longer, stunned, and just watched her sit on the couch. Then, as if in a daze, I wished her good night and walked back to my room, putting my hand to my lips.

I had to admit, I had a little trouble falling asleep that night, with her kiss on my mind. And... I have to admit... that I masturbated. I'd never been with a woman before, so I tried to fantasize about kissing a man like that. I even tried to fantasize about kissing Jacob like that. But my fantasy always returned to kissing her. And... I have to admit... that even though I didn't really even know how two women had sex, I had a huge orgasm at the thought.

I woke early the next day and came out to make breakfast. Samantha was still lying on the sofa, sound asleep, so I slipped into the kitchen. As quietly as I could, I pulled out some pans and made some scrambled eggs and toast.

I set the table just as Patricia and Timothy were coming out. Samantha was awakened by the sounds and smell as well and was sitting up. We had a good breakfast and then my three visitors went to the university for their appointment while I cleaned a little and then just relaxed on the balcony in my bikini again.

They were going to spend most of the day at the university, so we had planned on going to the art museum and then dinner. When they returned around 4:00pm, they relaxed for a few minutes and then we went back out. Timothy drove and I navigated them to the San Diego Museum of Art where we spent the next 3 hours visiting, closing down the place. Samantha absolutely loved it and I was excited to show it to her. She held my hand all the way to the restaurant afterwards. I don't know if Patricia saw it or what she would have said if she did.

It was late again when we finally got back to my apartment, and Patricia and Timothy decided to turn in. They walked down the hall while Samantha and I stood in the living room. I was just about to wish her a good night and turn in myself, when she stopped me.

"When was the last time you stayed up all night and watched old movies?" she asked.

"It has been a very long time," I laughed softly. I could barely remember the last time I was even awake at midnight.

"Let's make some popcorn, find some old movies, and watch them all night long," she said, bouncing over to me and taking my hand. She definitely had energy! And it was a ton more energy than me.

"That sounds so naughty," I whispered, smiling conspiratorially.

"Deliciously naughty," she said smiling back. But her smile was more... devious. She had something on her pretty little mind.

"I'll try... but I won't promise I can stay up as late as you."

"Then I'll do my best to help keep you up," she giggled.

"I'll go get dressed for bed. You put on your nightgown and meet me back here."

"Deal!" she smiled and squeezed my hand.

I walked back to my bedroom and closed the door. I was literally shaking with excitement. This was both scaring and exciting me. I hadn't felt like this in many years. All I could think about was that soul-searing kiss. I tried to convince myself that she was just being fun and silly, that I wasn't turned on by it. But... I was. And I didn't understand why.

Who was I kidding? She was 30 years younger than me! I just had to get over this... this... thing. It's just silly lust. It's nothing. But I couldn't get one question out of my mind. What if she kissed me on purpose?

I shook my head to try to clear it of these thoughts. This was just innocent fun... we were just going to watch some movies like some school-girl sleepover. I went through my drawer to pick out my sleepwear for the night. Something made me pick out a baby-blue, spaghetti-strapped, satin nightie. I slipped off my bra and for some reason ditched my panties, too. I... I couldn't believe I was doing this. Just to be more... matronly... I put on a black, satin robe over top and tied the sash. That would hide my... debauchery.

I went out and saw Samantha sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I went into the kitchen and made some popcorn for us, then, after pouring it into a big bowl, went into the living room. I stopped when I got to the couch and saw was she was wearing... a sexy, red, spaghetti-strapped, see-through top and frilly shorts... obviously with no bra and panties either. I was stunned to see her small breasts and hard nipples hidden behind the flimsy material.

She smiled when she saw me and moved over to give me room to sit beside her and patted the seat. She smiled at me, knowing that I saw... everything. She was definitely not shy.

I sat on the couch beside her and pulled up the sheet to cover myself, setting the bowl of popcorn in my lap.

"Is that... uh... even comfortable to sleep in?" I asked, trying to at least act like a grandmother, and trying not to look at her body like a lecherous old man.

"Very," she said softly. "I hope you don't mind me wearing it."

"No, not at all... It looks... um... really pretty on you."

Samantha reached over and grabbed some popcorn, throwing a few kernels into her mouth. "Pretty?"

I swallowed hard, not wanting to answer that question, not wanting to go where it led. I pressed a button on the remote and quickly selected a cable channel that played old movies and started it.

"Alright, it's on!" I said quickly, leaving her question hanging. "This is an old western. Lot's of action and romance."

"Can't wait," she whispered. She crossed her arms in front of herself, sliding her hands up and down them. "It's cold in here, isn't it?"

"Oh, honey, here," I said. "Take this." I handed her the sheet and then started getting up to get another blanket.

"Where are you going?" she asked as she pulled it over herself.

"To get another blanket," I said.

"We can... share," she suggested, lifting up the end closest to me to show me there was plenty of room for both of us.

I could feel a shiver run down my spine. I was going to be right next to this girl in seconds. And this is going to lead to...

"Ok," I said, surprising myself.

I settled back into the couch and slipped under the end of the sheet she offered. Then I picked up the bowl of popcorn and put it in my lap. It was... my protection.

Samantha moved very close to me and I could feel the heat of her body under the sheet. She lay her head on my shoulder and took another bite of popcorn while I put my arm around her.

This was fine, right? I was just being a caring older woman... to this young... vibrant... beautiful... sexy... desirable coed.

We talked a lot for the first bit of the movie, talking about her home, parents, and grandparents. I tried not to ask too many pressing questions about her mom and her death. I could imagine that was a pretty difficult subject still. But she enjoyed talking about her grandparents.

"I'm pretty close to my grandmother and she knows I'm into girls," she said matter-of-factly.

I can honestly say that shocked me. "Into... girls? So... uh... you're a... lesbian?" I don't know if I'd ever even met a lesbian before. The town I grew up in Oklahoma was pretty conservative and not very populated. And as far as California is concerned, I hadn't met many people.

"Does anybody every really know who they are?" she asked. "I had a really bad string of relationships with guys. One day I met this really cool chick. She turned me on to girls. Actually, I prefer being with women way more than being with men. It's just the word 'lesbian'. It just screams relationship. And I'm not exactly looking for a relationship, if you know what I mean."

"You're more the one night stand type?" I asked, trying not to sound judgmental or condescending.

"I kinda do that," she said, obviously not insulted. "I'm as free as a bird. My mom always said 'live and love like every day is your last'. I think that's why my Grandma and I get along so well."

I smiled. It was pretty refreshing to have an open and honest conversation with someone. "You know, I like how you speak your mind."

"Yeah? Even when you don't agree with it?" she asked.

"Honey, what I think isn't important."

"But I wanna know what you think. Tell me", she said, looking up at me.

"Oh, you're just so different than me." I didn't want to talk about what I thought... about what I felt... about her revelation. I wasn't sure I could handle it.

I smiled down at her and met her gaze. "Maybe... just maybe," she said, "I could convince you for a... short-term... toe curling... screaming in ecstasy.... fuck."

Oh my God! I giggled nervously, not having a clue how to respond.

"Look... you're fun... and funny. You know, it'll be really great getting to know you," I said finally. But her gaze, her desire didn't falter.

"Likewise... but I'm serious," she said, giving me goosebumps. "I bet you've been so... pent up... that I'll blow your eff'ing mind. How long has it been since you got laid?"

"Um..." God this was uncomfortable! This girl was only 18! Thirty years younger than me, for heavens sake.

"What? Does talking about sex make you feel uncomfortable?"

Yes it does! But... I couldn't admit that. "No... no... not at all. And to answer your question... I haven't had sex in 2 years."

"Serious?" she asked, surprised. I'm sure with her obvious drive she barely went a week without sex.

"It's hard to find someone you're compatible with, especially at my age," I said. "Call me old-fashioned but I think that sex is something that is really special and that it should be shared with people you really care about and love."