Special thanks to Kenji Sato for helping edit my story!!!
I was kind of wild in high school. I didn’t drink a lot or do drugs, but I was always out it seemed, with the popular crowd. I was a cheerleader, and it was kind of expected, I guess. During my junior year, I met John, my future husband. We were kind of an on-again-off-again couple for a while. Then our senior year, we got serious. We finished our senior year, graduated, and got married.
John got a job and we moved away. Eventually, he got a college degree and a good job, and then I followed him. It was hard, but I actually got a two-year degree before our second child was born. We ended up having three kids and living the good life. Until one day, when I found out he had been cheating on me, with a girl he worked with. She was a twenty-something hardbody, and I was a forty-two-year-old mother of three.
Our divorce was long and ugly — he wanted out, and I wanted him to hurt. During that time, I started to work out a lot; trying to stay occupied, and not think about how he had hurt me. Also, my lawyer recommended I not date anyone to make me look more innocent; he said it looked better for me that way, where he was the cheater, and I was the faithful wife.
Finally, it was over. He signed all of the papers, and I was a free woman. One skinny, fit woman, thanks to the year-long divorce. I should mention, at that point, I was 5’3” five-foot-three-inches tall, weighed in at around a hundred-fifteen pounds, with a nice pair of 32Cs to show off. Not that I did, however; I still dressed the conservative mom part — skirts below my knees, blouses properly buttoned nothing changed.
A few weeks later, I ran into one of John’s friends, Rick. Rick was always a hound, as John called him, hitting on every woman he could. And he was also very attractive. He asked me out and I turned him down. It just felt weird. But we chatted a bit. Then he told me John was shacked up with a different blonde and they seemed to be very happy. Not sure why he told me, but it kind of made me think. John was moving on, and I was still being faithful.
I went home, thinking about John moving on. I wondered how many whores he had been with in the past year, while I was being the innocent wife. He was the only man I had ever been with… that thought seemed to stick with me. I needed to experience more of what life had to offer.
About a week later, I got a text from Rick. He said he was going to a local club with a live band with Sam and Lisa, two of our other friends, and he was looking for a date; he thought it would be a chance for me to get out of the house. We texted back and forth a few times, and finally I agreed. But just dancing. Of course, it turned into dinner and dancing before he was done.
I thought it’d be nice. I hadn’t seen Sam and Lisa in a while. It seemed that I lost all of our friends in the divorce. Then something hit me — what to wear. I mean I didn’t want to be the proper mom. But I didn’t want Rick getting the wrong idea, either. I hadn’t been on a date in twenty-four years.
Okay, I called Lisa. “What do you wear when you go out?” She laughed, thinking it was funny that I was asking her. In high school, our roles would have been reversed. She told me to just be comfortable, and maybe not my normal mom stuff. Yeah, that didn’t help.
Going through all my clothes, I finally settled on a denim skirt and white blouse. The skirt was still mid-thigh, so not exactly a mini. But it looked nice; maybe a little loose, since I had lost so much weight.
Okay, perfect except one thing… underneath. The white blouse was kind of sheer. Not exactly see-through, but sheer. It was obvious my bra was not, how should I say it, attractive? I was not going to use the word ‘sexy’, even if it was just me thinking about it. Okay… new bra. Or, maybe a camisole. Damn it, I was not ready for this. Could I still back out? Hell, it was Rick, he won’t wouldn’t care what I wear.
Saturday came too quickly. I did manage to get a new bra. White, with lace trim on the edges of the cups. It wouldn’t matter to Rick, but I felt better about it. Okay, all dressed, hair done, makeup… why was I so nervous? I put on a little perfume… some John had gotten for me. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about that asshole.
Okay, I have some ankle style boots with heels; at 5’3”, I need all the help I could get, with Rick being an easy six feet.
I heard his car as he pulled up. Not wanting to invite him in, I grabbed my purse and headed out. I didn’t look around, wondering what the neighbors would say, if they saw me. Why would they care…? why did I care? At the car, Rick whistled, as he opened the door for me.
“Damn, Jill, you clean up real nice.” He winked at me.
I tried to act normal. We made some small talk, as he drove. We had known each other since the first grade; why was I so nervous? I kept telling myself it’d be fine once we got there with Sam and Lisa.
Then, sitting at a red light, “You okay, Jill?” Rick asked.
“What? Oh, yeah… I’m fine. Why?”
“You seem a little off. You know, thinking about something.”
“You mean like how weird this is?” I forced a smile.
“Yeah, something like that, just I wasn’t going to call it weird.” Then, as the light turned green, “Look, we’re just two old friends going out for dinner and a little dancing. Nothing else… okay?”
“I know. It’s just… well, you know. I mean we were married for twenty-four years.”
“Yeah, I know. But now you’re not married, and you haven’t been out in quite a while, that’s all. Besides, Sam and Lisa will be there, just friends having a good time.”
Finally arriving at the restaurant, we walked in. Seeing Sam and Lisa waiting for us, made me a little more comfortable. We said our hellos, with Sam telling me how nice I looked. Always the gentleman. Then, we sat down and ordered drinks. I decided no alcohol for the time being, and no one said anything about it. Dinner was nice. I started to relax. It had been a long time since I had been out like this - it was actually nice. Of course, everyone struggled to avoid any John talk, me included.
As we finished dinner, Lisa was excited to get to the bar, she loved to dance, and said Sam never took her anymore. I wondered why tonight was different, but didn’t dwell on it, but just decided to go along. Back in Rick’s car for the short drive, he reached over and took my hand, “You sure you’re okay… you know, with all this?”
He was being so sweet. “Yeah, I’m good, but thanks for asking,” as we pulled into the parking lot.
“Well, any time you’re not comfortable, just let me know and we can leave.” He smiled.
In the parking lot, he took my arm, as we walked. I wasn’t sure if I should be nervous, so I just tried to relax. Inside, Sam found us all a booth and got a round of beers. Okay, I said I wasn’t going to drink, but I decided one beer might help.
In no time, Lisa grabbed Sam and they headed out to dance. Rick looked at me, “Shall we?”
“Sure,” I answered, as he stood and took my hand. In no time, we were dancing. It was kind of nice actually. Rick was always a good dancer.
