What does a 38 year old woman do when she finds herself single again for the first time in 14 years? As I sat on the balcony of my apartment a few ideas crossed my mind. Some of them involved my ex husband. Some involved another woman.
Jon's not a bad guy. I don't hate him. I guess the divorce is mostly my fault. He came home unexpectedly one afternoon at 1 o'clock and caught me naked in the master bedroom with a woman named Jackie.
Jackie Benson and I are not actually in a relationship. She's just a hookup, a friend with benefits at best. I'm twice her age, not that it mattered when I had my tongue on her clit.
A smokin' hot blond with an hourglass shape, Jackie is 5' 6. Her bust measures 35 inches and her boobs are C cup.
What led to us hooking up? I happened to be interviewing candidates for a legal assistant to replace Joan, herself a law school grad, who had recently departed. Jackie came to the office on a Monday afternoon. The part of me that is all business kept the meeting purely professional. I asked the customary questions about her level of education and work history.
On a deep subconscious level I had been aching for some girl on girl sex for a long time. I even kept a stash of Playboy magazines which I looked at often. The funny thing is that I was ready to voice my objections if my then husband looked at them.
Any woman who calls a man her own would object to her hubby having provocative photos of naked women.
I had been hanging out occasionally with a small group of lesbians whom I had met through my sister Katie. Sometimes we would go to a bar, other times a softball game. That social life started a few years ago, although I did try to remain faithful to my husband.
Anyway, I hired Jackie. On her first day she came to work wearing a white plunging v-neck open-back mini-length dress. You look spectacular in that dress. Though she wore makeup and coral-pink lipstick, I noticed that her nails are cut short, one sign of a lesbian.
"Nice to have you aboard," I said cheerfully.
"It's nice to be aboard."
"The firm can supply you with a lap top and a cell phone. I do have a meeting scheduled for this afternoon. I'll need you there to take notes."
She nodded.
At 1 o'clock she took her seat across from me at the conference table. The client is seated beside her.
She would go on to print the notes from the lap top, edit them and present them to me by the end of the day.
The days passed. I found Jackie to be conscientious but also personable. We grew accustomed to making small talk and gained insights into each other's private life. My suspicion that she is gay grew stronger. Suspicion led to action on my part.
