Like all stories with many parts it helps to know the characters gone before. This series is about an older woman who is bi and therefore jumps between genres. I'm hoping I've developed a style that is comfortable for readers. Positive feedback is appreciated and I thank people for being generous in their comments. Louise.
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New Year's Eve gave me time to think. Jake had gone into town to celebrate with his mates. Debbie had gone away to her mother in law's for a few days, and I curled up on the sofa with a bottle of wine and my own thoughts.
The tv was on, but I wasn't concentrating at all, all I was doing was getting drunk.
I thought back to 2023. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I did a mental count up of the number of people I'd had sex with and it came as a shock as I ran out of fingers on both hands. I began to tell myself I must change my ways.
I knew Debbie at one point had told me to get a decent man and Clive, the chosen one, had been a disaster. She was safe in her relationship with Tom, and she had me to confide in and occasionally sleep with. I had no one to come home to when Jake was away during term time.
Online chat sites had also been a bad idea.
Alternatively the adverts on tv were also targeting lonely people at the end of the year. In my drunken state I saw an advert for an online dating agency. How could that be dangerous, you could pick and choose from guys who gave a profile which the website had vetted, or so they said so?
It was before midnight when I reached for my iPad and googled online dating. Sure enough the one that was on the tv advert came up top of the list.
There were all sorts of reviews and people writing in saying how they'd met the man of their dreams. The site had got 4.7 on TP.
It didn't seem too expensive either, at least for women. I looked at some examples and there were a few guys that looked interesting enough to make me join. Of course I couldn't contact them until I'd paid up and made my own profile, that seemed like fun. However, I was totally honest, there didn't seem much point in being otherwise.
I went to bed a little amused at what I'd done, it seemed it might be the way to go if I was to find someone without just picking them up in a bar! I had in my mind someone of my own age with dashing good looks and a good appetite for sex! In a very few minutes I'd got my 'rabbit' in bed with me and had brought myself off before Jake got back home.
I slept well, I got up to go to the loo and checked to see if Jake had returned and I heard him quietly snoring in his room. I returned to bed and picked up my iPad.
Well!
"Fucking hell!" I said under my breath. My emails told me that I had over fifty messages in my inbox on the website.
I giggled and signed straight in, I couldn't believe it. It was absolutely right, fifty nine and while I was looking it went up to sixty four.
Had I done the right thing? Again I chuckled and looked at the first few and it became evident that I could start to filter them out straightaway. I had begun making a 'shortlist!'
Distance, age, status, and occupation all helped to reduce it right down, and Michael became number one on my list!
It seemed so strange and I was oddly quite nervous when I met him for coffee two days later. We'd spent several hours chatting online and he seemed like a nice guy. Tall, good looking, a solicitor, and divorced like me. However in the two hours we spent over three coffees, the chemistry just wasn't there. He was keen, but by the time we parted he knew how I was feeling and we agreed to go our separate ways.
I went home and Debbie caught me pulling up in my car.
"Where have you been all tarted up?" She knew the signs and I had to come clean.
I invited her in and she was so excited and giggly when I revealed I'd joined a dating site. When I told her about Michael she just said, "You can't expect the first one to work out, come on, let me pick you one, get your iPad!"
It was typical her, taking over. Within minutes she'd singled out Callum, a guy who lived twenty miles away, again divorced, a manager in engineering, tall, sporty, in his early fifties, perfect in her eyes.
"I'd quite fancy him myself," she said with glee, "message him, go on."
Of course he didn't reply straight away and we put the iPad to one side and spoke of more mundane things.
I told her I was trying to concentrate on work, I needed to, and that I was going to try to be more conservative in my approach to men which was why I'd joined the dating site.
"Does that mean you've given up on women?" she smiled.
"I've never been 'ON' women, they just happened, or you did!"
"I know, but I don't want you to feel you've gotta give me up if you're going all prudish?"
I smiled and it was inevitable that we hugged. But then the hug became snuggling into each others necks, and then she was soft kissing that fleshy part of my shoulder.
Desire and the pleasure that came from it, and the time we'd spent not doing anything took over. I felt Debbie's fingers up under my top, unclasping my bra so that she could feel my breasts, my nipples reacting straightaway to her.
When she sighed we kissed properly, lips sucking lips, tongues licking together, the intimacy of sharing what always thrilled us.
"Oh gosh, every time it comes back to this," I whispered, "have you got long?"
"Tom's watching a match on tv, he won't care how much time I'm away. Do you want to go upstairs?"
There was no reply, we were stripping off as we went through the bedroom door and both of us fell on the bed, naked, laughing until Debbie buried her face straight into my pussy.
"Oh fuck," I muttered, feeling her tongue pressing between my pussy lips, "oh fuck, yes," I repeated as she went deeper and then licked upwards over my clit.
I spread my body out, flat on my back, and she was lying on her front attending to me. I glanced at our bodies mirrored in the wardrobe doors and it excited me every time. I began to make all the familiar sounds and signals that Debbie knew so well. When I came my hips recoiled upwards and my pussy seemed to swell and suck her in.
She lifted her face up and smiled, dragging herself further up towards me to lie on top of me and kiss me, sharing the taste of my juices with me.
"My turn," I smiled and rolled her to one side, squirming around in the bed as we reversed roles.
"Slowly, please Louise," she whispered.
I knew exactly what she meant and took my time. Our love making seemed so totally different, almost uniquely sensual when I thought of the sex I'd had with men. Of course our connection was unique too, I felt so much towards her, she was like a sister in a non sexual way. But every time we made love it seemed like the first time. It seemed to surprise me most peculiarly.
"Fuck Louise, you do that so well, don't stop, please... just like that... oh god!"
It felt wonderful controlling her pleasure, not quite teasing, but knowing when I was going to make her orgasm.
This time, although she wanted to prolong it, it didn't take that long.
"Yes Louise, oh noooo, oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, oh god, yesssssssss!"
Suddenly my face was flooded with a squirts of Debbie's orgasm. It hadn't happened before, I knew what it was, it had happened to me, but it was still a shock. I sort of yelled and Debbie was trying to squeeze her thighs together, almost embarrassed by it and saying, "oh fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
I had lifted up and was giggling, wiping my face which was running with her juices. She sat up seemingly searching for something to wipe it all up. She looked at my face and we both laughed. I reached out to hug her, with my breasts soaking wet from her excesses.
"Jesus, that was unexpected, I'm so sorry, you'll have to change the sheets now."
I continued giggling and told her, "Go and shower, there's towels in there."
Debbie disappeared still a bit embarrassed and by the time she reappeared I'd put my bathrobe on and stripped the bed, putting a towel on the damp patch on the mattress.
"I'm so sorry," she kept saying so I hugged her again.
"We'll have to try that again with plastic sheets!" I joked.
By the time Debbie had left I was ready for an evening of relaxation. I poured myself a glass and got some cheese and biscuits and picked up my iPad.
Callum had replied.
The evening became a message exchange. It seemed to go well, but so had my initial contact with Michael. Because Callum was in a regular hours job I arranged to meet him around six 'o clock the next day when he'd left work.
We met in a pub a twenty minute drive away and all seemed well at first. The conversation was chatty, with some slight nerves, but eventually it became the usual 'finding out' and history of each others relationships. That was where it unravelled.
I was quite prepared to share a few details of our respective 'exes' but not for the constant references to his 'Ellie'. It soon became clear that he hadn't got over her. After a couple of drinks I'm afraid I turned down the offer of a meal and made an excuse about having a heavy day next day. I think he got the hint and I made my way home.
Debbie wasn't as harsh as I'd expected her to be so I moved on to number three.
Steven I thought might be it! He was younger, forty three, but I didn't think that was too much of a difference and he certainly didn't think so. Our messages came thick and fast and this time they went on for two days before we arranged to meet up. Again it was an evening and again it was in a pub, but this time in the city centre.
I arrived first and had his profile photo in my mind. My alarm bells rang when he walked in and straightaway he looked more like my age. We greeted each other with just one 'mwah' to the cheek, but I felt his hand behind me a little lower than perhaps was appropriate so soon. I'd taken off my coat and had worn a jersey dress that hugged my hips and backside and I guess I'd laid on the makeup.
The conversation was a bit stunted and lots of 'facts' didn't check out, finally I had the guts to challenge him directly and I knew that he was actually still married. End of story, by eight 'o clock I told him I wasn't interested. He didn't protest, he knew I'd sussed him and he made his exit.
I was absolutely cheesed off. This dating thing wasn't going to work, I'd given it a try and three certs were all duff.
"May I join you?"
The woman standing slightly behind me I'd sort of noticed at the bar during my conversations with Steven. Now that she was standing next to me a lot of others in the bar had noticed her too. No wonder.
She must have been over six feet, more than that with her ankle boots and heels. Cropped grey hair, she was pencil slim, dressed in a black business suit. Tight fitting skirt below the knee, with almost black stockings and a fitted jacket with what looked like a white t-shirt underneath.
"Er... yes," I said it without thinking, her voice had a deep tone and as she sat down and crossed her legs I noticed a small tattoo of a scorpion on her neck, with a very tiny stud at the side of her nostril.
My brain was processing everything so quickly when she said, "First date? Didn't work out?"
It made me smile, how on earth did she know.
"Yes, sort of, how did you work that out?"
