On the evening following my 23rd birthday I headed over to Danielle's house. I had met Danielle through my girlfriend, Janie. Actually, my ex-girlfriend. I say my ex-girlfriend because the day before, on my birthday, I drove to Janie's house for my "Happy Birthday rough and wild monkey sex" (my words, not hers). When I got to her house I knocked on the door and it swung open a bit. I poked my head in the door and called out "Hello!" and nobody answered. I heard music coming from her bedroom upstairs so I headed up the stairs hoping to find my present waiting for me. When I pushed the door open I saw Janie on her knees with that prick Jeremy's cock in her mouth. It wasn't until they heard me say "You fucking cunt!" that they realized I was standing there. Their reaction was kind of comical. Jeremy stepped away from her trying to hike up his jeans. In doing so he tripped on a laundry basket, fell and bashed his head on Janie's stereo cabinet. Janie just looked at me, dumbfounded.
"Hey honey, I didn't expect you so soon," she had the nerve to say to me. Her voice was trembling.
"Obviously you didn't!" I shot back at her. As I turned and headed for the stairs to get the fuck out of there I barked "Skank!" over my shoulder. Now, driving along I was feeling like the rebound kid which brings me to Danielle.
As I said, I met Danielle through Janie. Danielle was that beautiful girl that always went for the wrong man. She was slender, not too tall with beautiful brown hair and eyes. Her proportions were perfect even though she was sporting a bit of a belly. She had that perfect 22 year old shape. Danielle was so cool and I actually had "impure" thoughts about her from the day I met her. I knew she and her boyfriend, Stephen, were on the outs so I figured that maybe we could "console" one another. When I got to her house her Mom's car was in the driveway. "Dammit," I thought. Danielle lived with her Mom but I figured Diane would have gone out by now as she did every weekend. I pulled my truck into the driveway, went to the back door and knocked. Diane answered.
"I'm sorry, Jimmy. Danielle isn't home yet," she informed me. "Would you like to come in and wait? I just made some Hungarian goulash if you'd like to try it."
Diane was about 39 or 40 years old. To look at her one could see where Danielle got her beauty from. I'd bet Diane was a knockout before she married Danielle's Dad. Childbirth and I don't know how many years of an unhappy marriage had put some weight on her. She wasn't fat, mind you. She had a great hour glass shape. I guess she would be described at "full figured". I always thought she had great tits. They were big but not huge. Of course, I kept my opinion about her tits to myself. The outfit she was wearing was very flattering on her and exposed her ample cleavage. She had short blonde hair and blue eyes which were traits that didn't carry to Danielle.
When she said "Danielle isn't home yet" a glimmer of hope rose in me. That meant she would be home soon. Couple that with the fact that Diane was dressed to go to her favorite club, El Bailar, I figured Danielle and I would have the house to ourselves tonight. I hadn't eaten at all today so I took her up on her offer of the goulash. As I sat and ate she started talking to me about how her date, Rick, had stood her up. He was supposed to take her out to some art show and wine tasting downtown and then they were going to hit the club. Those plans were made four days ago and confirmed yesterday. He never showed. My excitement sank. She started asking me how Janie and I were doing. I gave her the whole story of how I found her with Jeremy.
"I always had a suspicion that Janie was a little slut," she told me. "You're better off. A girl like that could give you something that would never go away."
I explained to her how I knew to be safe when "having relations". I was starting to get uncomfortable with the conversation. I mean, this
was
Danielle's Mom for cripes sake. Fortunately she switched the conversation to Danielle and how she wished Danielle would find "a nice handsome boy like me" (little did she know about me) and not some loser like Stephen. She thought that Stephen hit Danielle when they fought, which was becoming more frequent. Just then, Danielle and Stephen walked through the door.
"Hey Mom. Why haven't you gone out yet? Where's Rick?" asked Danielle.
"He stood me up, so I guess I'm going to stay in tonight," replied Diane. "The four of us can stay in and watch a movie. Jimmy, would you feel like running out to the video store?"
"Um, sure, I guess."
"Good. Don't get a horror movie. I don't like them. They give me nightmares."
When Diane headed down the hall to her room to get changed Danielle whispered to me, "Jimmy, why don't you take my Mom out tonight? I know she would appreciate it. I'm sure she is hurt that Rick stood her up. Besides, I had planned on spending some "alone time" with Stephen tonight."
My first thought was "Fuck no!" Why would I get her Mom out of the house so she could stay home and fuck that scumbag who hadn't said one word since he walked in the door? It occurred to me that my chances of getting with Danielle were now somewhere around zero and negative. I also felt bad for Diane. Being stood up like that must have really sucked for her.
"Diane," I called. "Don't get changed. I'll take you out tonight."
"You will?" she called back to me from down the hall. "Honey, that's so sweet."
"I just need to run home and change. I'll be back in about half an hour," I called back.
"That's fine. I'll be ready when you get back."
Danielle thanked me as I put my coat on to head out. Much to my surprise Stephen shook my hand and thanked me, too. I backed my truck out of the driveway and headed home. I picked out my favorite club clothes. I was really starting to like the idea of taking Diane out. I had never been out with an older crowd and I figured it would be fun to see how "the other half" partied. On my way back to Danielle's I saw a flower vendor on a street corner. I thought flowers would be a nice gesture and would raise Diane's spirits so I picked her up a dozen roses. When I got back to the house she was delighted with roses. At this point, I really wanted to give Diane a fun night out. She was a very sweet lady. Danielle wished us a good time and mouthed the words "thank you" to me as we walked out the door.
We took Diane's Cadillac out to El Bailar. We walked into the club with Diane's arm hooked in mine. Her friends were circled around a table in the corner and we joined them. Introductions were made all around. Diane was definitely the most attractive one in her circle of friends and I could tell they were surprised to see Diane with a young guy like me. We all drank Margueritas and I ended up dancing with each one of them through the course of the night. Each time I glanced at our table from the dance floor the ladies were watching me. Well, staring at me. It made me feel pretty good that these older women were looking at me that way. I really had a fantastic time that night. When the club closed we were all pretty drunk. Diane said her good byes and I thanked them all for a good time.
When we got back to the house Stephen's car was gone. Diane thought they had another fight and Stephen took off. I hugged Cathy and thanked her for going out with me.
"I had a wonderful time tonight," she said. "You really are a sweet boy. I wish Danielle was with you and not that jerk."
I agreed, wished her good night and watched to make sure she got into the house OK. Just as I was sliding the key into to the door lock she poked her head out the kitchen door.
"Would you like to come in for some coffee before you go?" she asked from across the yard.