Love Do Us Part

Caren hated the walls around her. Her and Steve's house. She was still living there since he had moved out. Though it indeed was a very nice house, and she had been very much involved in decorating the majority of it, but that was just it, it was their old house. It was totally infested with the memories of their life together.

Their driveway where their son Brian had learned to ride his first bike, their garden with their patio where they had had all their garden parties or spent warm summer evenings. It was their kitchen, their living room, their bedroom, everything theirs, theirs, theirs.

There was no "them" anymore, it was her, and there was him.

It had taken her a good couple of weeks before she even wanted to sleep in "their" bedroom after he had moved out.

Their bed.

The ghost of him beside her when she woke up at night, missing his comforting arms around her. His fumbling hands, finding their way under her nightgown, his bulge pressing against her as he was spooning behind her. She remembered how it used to make her horny, and how much she were missing their spontaneous waking-up-at-middle-of-the-night sex.

Even thinking about it made her horny, and she fought the urge to start touching herself. She forced herself to stop thinking about him. She hated that she still loved him.

To hell with him, to hell with all men, fuck them all.

She bursted out in laughter.

Yeah, that was probably what she should do. Fuck each and every man she got her hands on. She had been faithful to Steve all these years, except for that incident just before they decided to part ways. Did it even count?

Steve had been cheating on her repeatedly, and she had been hurt so many times she didn't even remember. And just once over all those years, a colleague from work gave her comfort when her guard was down, as she had just found out about yet another of Steve's affairs.

It only happened once, but that was what made her take the step. She couldn't handle it anymore. She didn't want to live in a relationship based on mutual lies and deceit, it was bad enough that Steve couldn't keep himself on her side of the fence, but the thought of the two of them going behind each other's backs...

This was for the best, she kept convincing herself.

She couldn't stand staying in this house, she needed some fresh air.

She needed a drink.

Caren put on a nice, but not too fancy dress, fixed her make up and went out. She didn't want to go to any of the places where she and Steve used to go.

She called herself a cab and went downtown.

The cab dropped her off in an area with a lot of people, strolling, having their dinners, calling for taxis, getting worked up for partying, in many ways a regular friday evening, but her friday evenings lately, or rather the last couple of years, like twenty, had been rather quiet, at home, family time, or dinners at home with friends, other couples.

That had all changed.

She went into a restaurant that seemed cozy and quiet enough to have a glass of wine by herself without being bothered, perhaps even have a bite of food.

The lighting was soft, the music quite soothing, and at a first appearance she liked the place. She sat herself down after being shown to a table. She ordered a glass of white wine and sent a text to her friend Sophie, who she hadn't seen in a while, thinking she could really use her company.

The reply didn't wait long.

"My girl, what's up?"

"Drinking wine, by myself." She added a sad smiley. She wasn't really that sad, in fact she was pretty much at peace with things at the moment.

"Are you at home?"

"No, I'm at the... " She hadn't even checked the name of the place and tried to look for a clue. She sent a picture of the menu.

"Oh you're downtown, I think I know the place, I'm nearby. Can I pop by for a quickie?"

Sophie ended the message with a wink.

"I'd love that." Caren replied with a heart symbol at the end.

Caren was excited about soon seeing her friend again, and she tasted her wine. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all, being able to do whatever she felt like, whenever she felt like it.

She gazed around the restaurant. A young couple was having dinner by the window, young love, she remembered that. A couple of guys were hanging by the bar, she had never been the type hanging at the bar. She obviously couldn't see the people behind her, but she could tell there were some. At the table next to her, there was a man, sitting by himself with a beer. Alone, just like herself, he seemed to be about her own age.

She immediately had her defenses up, she didn't want any attention, certainly not from a stranger trying to pick her up with only one thing in mind. However, the man didn't show any signs of bothering her. He picked up his phone and kept his voice down as he was talking. She couldn't help trying to listen in on his chat, but could only make out a couple of words, something about school, and picking "them" up on sunday.

Caren assumed he was divorced too, and her red flags kept waving. But she had to admit, he was rather handsome, and the way he didn't seem to make any moves on her, made him kind of mysterious, and it made her at least a tad curious.

Perhaps it was as simple as her, not being as desirable as she had hoped, which in a way was a bit of a disappointment. She couldn't help but make a quick peek in his direction every now and then.

When he suddenly looked up, their eyes met. Caren froze, she was busted, caught in the act, now he knew that she had been watching him.

It had been all innocent, but yet embarrassing, and... somewhat electric.

When Caren had failed to look away for a couple of seconds, the man eventually raised his glass, politely cheering her, and she answered him with her own glass.

The door almost bursts up as Sophie comes in. She wasn't the quiet type.

"My girl!" Sophie called out and came right at her with open arms

"Sophie!" They hugged, and Caren was truly happy to see her.

"It's been so long. What have you been up to?" Sophie asked her.

"You know, the usual."

"How are you?" Sophie kept asking.

"I'm fine." Caren replied as honestly as she could.

"I have to ask... you and Steve?" Sophie knew about their divorce, and that had taken forever.

"Signed today." Caren thought it felt weird saying it out loud like that.

Sophie reached for Caren's hand and looked at her.

"Are you good?"

"Yeah, I'm ok. It's good to see you Sophie." Caren knew she couldn't hide how she felt from her, as if she could read her like an open book. But Sophie also had a very comforting effect on her.

"Well, look at you. All free and available." Sophie gazed thoroughly along Carens entire figure.

"Watch out, I might snatch you before anyone else does." She laughed, and Caren fell in on her contagious laughter.

"That doesn't sound all that bad actually. How is Cynthia?" Caren asked, smiling. Sophie very well knew that Caren wasn't into women the same way she was.

Caren felt like throwing in the done-with-all-men phrase, but for some reason she didn't want the man at the next table to hear her say that.

"She's right outside, we have tickets to the theater, so we are on our way."

"I hate leaving you here, are you sure you'll be ok?" Sophie continued.

"I'll be fine." Caren was of course a little disappointed, but she understood.

Sophie gazed around the room, and Caren noticed how she had spotted the man at the table next to hers. Sophie gave Caren a look.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be." Sophie winked at her and gave the man a look, which he obviously noticed.

"I have to go, or we'll be late. Can we have lunch tomorrow?" Sophie asked.

"Yes, I'd love to." Caren replied and they hugged again before Sophie walked out. She knew this lunch thing would probably never happen unless Caren made the call herself, but it was an option.

Caren turned to the man next to her with an excusing smile.

"I am so sorry."

"Don't be." He smiled at her.

"Your friend seems fun to be around." He continued.

"Yeah, she's... special." Caren gave him a look as to show him this wasn't the first time Sophie had put her in the spotlight like that.

There was a moment of awkward silence, that void between two strangers as they had reached the end of their sudden commonality.

"I am Caren by the way." She broke the silence.

"Nice to meet you Caren, I'm Bill." He replied, again raising his glass.

The restaurant had started to fill up with other guests, and the buzzing noise of all the voices had made it increasingly hard to have a conversation.

Caren leaned in and asked him.

"Do you want to share tables?" She couldn't believe her own voice asking him to sit with her.

Bill looked at her, he was flattered, and she was really good looking. He wasn't used to this situation, but he too could use some company.

"Yeah, sure. But I..." He started.

"You are seeing someone?" She asked, and felt immensely stupid for her proposal in the first place.

"No, It was nothing. Please come over." Caren took her glass and sat down by his table.

The evening continued, and the two of them enjoyed each other's company, talking about everything and nothing, as two strangers seemingly with everything in common.

Caren even got it confirmed that Bill also was divorced, which he wasn't too keen on talking about.

They decided to have dinner together, and the waiter even placed candles on their table.

"I'm a regular." Bill explained, and chuckled, hence the extra attention.

"So, is this where you bring all of your dates?" Caren asked, teasingly.

Bill didn't reply directly, instead he sat quietly for a while as he kept observing her. Caren thought that she might have been insensitive.

"I'm sorry." She excused herself, she didn't mean to make him uncomfortable.

"It's ok." He replied and continued;

"I haven't been very big on dating lately." He paused for a while.

"Since, you know, the divorce." Bill didn't like talking about it.

"When was that?" Caren asked carefully.

"About five years ago." He stopped talking.

This was obviously really hard for him to talk about, and Caren couldn't help thinking she had been pushing him. This actually put some clarification on why he hadn't made any moves on her, and maybe also this explained why she felt so relaxed with him, he wasn't after her, didn't have any expectations, they had just been having a nice dinner, talking, and he had made her laugh.

She started to think about him as a friend. Perhaps that was what she needed most of all.

A new friend who she could get to know, meet up with.

If only it hadn't been for the undeniable fact that he was so darn handsome. His broad shoulders, and the muscular arms under his shirt, his deep soothing voice, his big strong hands.

She had more than once, while they were talking, caught herself thinking about how it would feel to have his masculine hands touching her. It wasn't without her starting to get a little turned on by the thought of it, horny even.

Time really flies when you wish you could stop it, and eventually the restaurant was starting to close for the night. Caren didn't feel that she was done for the evening, not done with him.

"Is this goodbye? Or will I see you again?" Bill asked.

Caren's heart started to beat faster. Was this it? Should they exchange phone numbers now? If so, would any of them be calling in the morning? In a week's time? Ever?

She could really use another drink, sort of needed it. The thought of them just wandering off in separate directions, not to see each other again, felt totally out of the question.

Maybe this was one of those, once in a lifetime moments.

She took courage and asked him;

"Do you have wine?" Her heart pounded in her chest as Bill kept looking at her.

"Yes I do." He smiled at her.

"Dare to join me?" He asked and offered her his arm to lead her home.

Caren nodded, there was no way in hell she wanted to go back home. That would have devoured all of this warm and pleasant evening into the dark, empty void of her old life with Steve.

She took his arm, and followed him outside.

He didn't live far from the restaurant, but they didn't make any haste. She enjoyed walking like this with him, he almost made her feel small by his side. He was taller than Steve, and even though she had just met him, she felt safe with him. She had a warm, bubbly feeling all inside her, and she held his arm tightly as they kept walking down the street.

"Here it is." He suddenly stopped and opened the door to a building.

She followed him inside, and into an elevator. She wasn't very fond of tall buildings. She didn't count the floors, but she could tell it was going rather far, and when the elevator eventually stopped, Caren had an eerie feeling of being very high up.

Bill showed her into his apartment.

He disappeared for a while and Caren saw herself around. The first thing she noticed was a huge panoramic window, going from wall to wall, and all the way from the floor to the ceiling, through which she could see pretty much the entire city. She didn't like heights, but this was magnificent and she couldn't help but admire the astonishing view.

The city looked beautiful from up here.

Bill eventually returned with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Or do you prefer white?" He asked.

"No, this is perfect." She replied. Bill opened the bottle and poured her a glass as she remained standing by the window gazing out into the night.

Following Bill home had felt so natural, but she was very excited. This was her first adventure since... In fact, this was her first adventure since she had met Steve, and the time before that couldn't hardly be described as very adventurous either.

She had tingles in her stomach and several other places, and not only from the heights. It was the kind of tingle that transplanted downwards, between her legs.

"You have a really nice apartment." She admitted.

"Yes, it's quite nice."

"I remember sitting in front of this window all night, watching the snow fall." He continued.

"It sounds very romantic." Caren commented.

"Yeah, hah." Bill chuckled.

"At the time it wasn't, but it's very relaxing."

Caren found his voice very soothing, deep and calm, and it relaxed her.

"Have you ever had sex by this window?" She asked him without knowing where her sudden courage came from. This was not how she usually talked to strangers. Perhaps it was the wine, or the sheer fact that she was excited by being here, with him.

It wasn't like she had followed him just to have sex with him, but she knew it was a possibility that he had something like that in mind, and she wasn't a stranger to the thought of it.

In fact, her body was reminding her about how long it had been since she had been with a man. The feeling of mischief, still not accustomed to her newly found freedom to do whatever she wanted. It was turning her on, making her horny.

"No, I haven't." He chuckled again.

"You would be the first." He continued and winked at her.

Even he was surprised by his sudden courage. She was already the first one he had invited in a very long time, but for some reason he felt very relaxed with her and it felt so natural having her there.

His words send shivers through her body. The thought of her standing naked in front of that window, with his hand touching her, made her horny and her pussy was heating up from her fantasies. She started to get wet, and ready. Was this going to happen?

"Watch this." He said and turned off the light.

The room went dark, leaving only the city lights to light it up, and Caren gasped, it was so beautiful. The city lights were really bright against the dark night sky.

The snow had started to fall outside.

"Can they see us through the window? She asked, not really bothered if they could.

"I don't think so. Not with the lights off." He answered, but obviously he wasn't sure.

Bill sat in an armchair, watching her as she stood there admiring the view of the city at night.

"Would I really be the first?" She asked him, and she could make out in the dark that Bill was nodding.

"Yes. Would you like to be?" He felt excited by the moment, the situation, her standing there. A beautiful woman, sexy, talking about having sex, with him.

Caren didn't say anything, she just nodded.

She let the foot of her glass slowly slide over and around her right nipple, it tickled her in a very nice way, and she felt how it hardened under her thin bra.

She discreetly opened her dress.

"So, if I did this?" She said and let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her standing in front of him by the window in nothing but her underwear.

He watched her silhouette, the contours of her beautiful body against the colorful city lights and the outside darkness. The effect on him didn't wait, and he felt how he started to grow.

"Would you make me the first?" She asked him.

"Yes I would." He said with a soft, soothing voice and got up, started to approach her.

Caren's heart pounded. Watching him coming towards her was so exciting, almost intimidating. She didn't know him, really, and now she was standing in her underwear, with this tall, strong man closing in on her. She could feel how her aching pussy pulsated, she wanted him.

He didn't stop until he was right next to her. She could feel his scent. The smell of a man, his body, his subtle cologne.

He touched her, gently caressed her shoulders, down her upper arms, further down along her sides, reaching around her lower back, pulling her close to him. She smelled so nice, her body felt so warm, her skin was incredibly soft under his large hands.

She felt slender, almost fragile under his touch.

He leaned in, seeking her lips with his, and she answered his kiss, pressing hers softly against his.

He ran his fingers along the edge of her panties, the lace textile made a contrast to her soft skin.

She reached up and placed her hands on his chest, feeling his muscular body under his shirt. She kept kissing him, passionately. She loved to feel his hands finally touching her, so warm and strong, so gentle.

He pulled her closer and caressed her along her back, and down over her butt. He could feel her warm skin through the fabric, and he squeezed her gently.

Without warning, he turned her around, facing out through the window. His hand kept caressing her over her stomach, further up, cupping his hands around her breasts through her bra.

Caren breathed heavily, she was horny. All she could think about was how much she wanted him to touch her, kiss her, enter her.

She could feel his hand struggling with the lock, and how he finally got it opened, letting him reach in under her bra with his other hand, his hand against her skin, her bare breasts.

He kept kissing her neck, and down her shoulder as she let her bra drop to the floor, closing her eyes, reaching back for the bulge in his pants. She knew how to open a pair of pants behind her like this, and it didn't take her long until she had freed his manhood, hard, erect. She folded her fingers around it, and slowly started to stroke it, up and down.

His moaning breath against her neck aroused her, he liked what she did to him, and he took the opportunity to place his hand between her legs, his large warm hand around her pussy.

Her knees almost weakened under her as he started to caress her through her thin panties. She knew that, through them, he would be more than able to feel everything down there, the softness of her pussy, the outlines, how wet she was, and she could tell from his moans and by the way he touched her that he liked what he felt.

Everything by him was big, he was tall and strong, his hands were huge, and his cock... she felt how it was growing in her hand as she kept stroking it, making the tip of it wet her inner wrist.