Part VIII
Weeks apart and a late-night visitor.
About two weeks after Debbie and I slipped away for our weekend, she was released from the halfway house. I was so excited for her. She found room and board through the re-integration organization affiliated with the state penitentiary and began work as a Sous-Chef at an Italian restaurant on the opposite end of town. Our work hours conflicted since she was working mostly late afternoons and evenings, while I was on days. We saw each other when we could; days off, late night parking lot visits, fooling around of course. But needless to say, her and I never really had any quality time alone. And I was missing her a lot.
The tension between the hubby and I was at an all-time high. He was spending a lot of time away from the house, with his new girlfriend; and unbeknownst to him, I was spending time with mine. Just not as much or as in-depth as I would have liked. He decided it would be best for him to move out and get an apartment until the divorce was settled. And I absolutely agreed. One day when I got home from work, I discovered half the shit from our house was gone, he took what he needed and hit the high road.
As pissed as I was that he took a lot of shit out of the house, I was actually glad he was gone. No more fights! No more sleeping on the couch. No more tension in the air during the morning rush. And most importantly, No more DICK! I couldn't even fathom looking at his, or another man's cock. I didn't want it. My heart and my feelings laid elsewhere now. The only thing I wanted to do was to have Debbie near me, in my life, supporting me and fucking me.
Fast forward a bit.
Three full months have gone by since Debbie's release and even though I have seen her, I am missing her beyond belief. I try to stay awake to chat or text with her after she gets home, but sometimes it's awfully late and when you have to get up at 5:00 A.M. to go to work, 10:30 or 11:00 O'clock is late. I dream about her and I fantasize about her and on some mornings, I wake up to an erotic picture message from her, but it's not the same as having her near me. And I am trying to give as much time as I can, but neither of us can afford every other weekend getaways. So, car make-out sessions and long walks is the best we could muster.
One Sunday afternoon, I got home from work just absolutely exhausted. Between work, this divorce, selling the house, arguing with the hubby, trying to pack, trying to secure a good place for the kids and I to live; has become overbearing and is taking its toll mentally and physically. I decide I was going to lay down on the couch for ten minutes to catch my breath before I continue going through stuff. Well, the next thing I know I woke up and three hours had passed. I was groggy and didn't even know where I was. I was soaking wet with sweat, still in my unform pants, shirt and my cute little black ankle socks, as the sun was starting to set. I was parched, I was sticking to my clothes and I was dumfounded on how I could have slept for three hours.
I jumped in the shower and changed into a comfy set of pajamas and made myself some dinner. A few hours passed when I heard my phone go off, it was a text from Debbie.
"Hi love! I didn't hear from you earlier, are you still at work?" She wrote
"No baby, I'm home. I'm Sorry. I came in and laid down and slept for three hours on the couch. My mind was numb and I was so tired that I just forget to text you."
"It's okay." she replied. "You probably needed your rest. I'll be here about another 2 hours and then I'm heading home. Can I text you later?"
"Of course, you can." I replied. "Love you."
"Love you too..." She wrote back.
I sat staring at the messages on my phone, realizing I said to her I love you. And she said it back. Mind you we have been saying it back and forth to each other by text for about a month at this point. But never face to face. And that's when it truly hit me. I do love her. I am absolutely in love with her. I want her in my life. I can't stop thinking about her. I want her here. I want every bit of this and I am; wholeheartedly and without reservation, in love with a woman. And I gotta tell you it scared the shit out of me.
I called my friend Joanna, the one I mentioned I spoke with in my last story and talked to her for about an hour about all of this. Joanne's simple advice was "The heart wants, what the heart wants."
And she was right. When I got off the phone, I started experiencing a euphoria I hadn't felt in years, I was in love. I was happy -- outside of everything changing in my life -- that life was changing. I was changing! And the more I thought about Debbie, the more I wanted her. I didn't care anymore. I needed her beside me. I needed to smell her perfume. I needed to fall asleep next to her. I needed to have her finger fucking me to orgasm. Sucking my pussy. I needed to eat her pussy! I needed it all.
When Debbie texted me later that night saying she was on her way home from the restaurant, I responded; "Why don't you come here for tonight. I don't have the kids. And I am off tomorrow. I want you next to me."
My hands were shaking and my heart was racing as I was writing it, but I knew I wanted her here and I had to be with her.
"Are you serious?" She wrote back. Followed by; "I would love that! But won't you get in trouble if we get caught?"
"No one's going to catch us." I replied. The soon to be ex has the kids, he's taking them to school in the morning. I am off, who's going to know?"
"What happens if they come home for something, or he stops by?" She asked.
"Well then my little secret is out." I replied.
The next message I sent read; "I need you here with me sweetie. We haven't been alone in weeks. I need to fall asleep in your arms. I need your body touching mine. Please come over."
