The first chapter in this story was so well received I decided to continue the story. 'Thank you' to all the people who wrote, your encouragement and criticisms were all greatly apreciated and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
I awoke alone the morning after Cindy and I became lovers. She had already left the house by the time I arose. Still, I felt better than I had in years. Some how the sun seemed brighter, the air smelled sweeter. Yeah, it’s corny but that’s how I felt. Gee, all it takes for a 45 year old man to rediscover the zest in life is to make love to a beautiful, passionate 18 year old. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t try it. I couldn’t wait to see her again later that night.
At work everyone could see the difference in me. “Somebody got some last night!” was the joke of the day. I didn’t care. Even my most obnoxious clients couldn’t get under my skin. I couldn’t wait to get home.
I didn’t see Cindy that night. I was disappointed but I understood. With school and 2 jobs she often got home late and left early. I wasn’t about to become possessive of someone who had struggled so hard to make something of her life. I would see her tomorrow.
But I didn’t. Again she left early and came home after I was asleep. The same thing happened the next day. It was obvious she was avoiding me. I have to admit that I was a little hurt by this. That night meant a lot to me but I was afraid that Cindy might have been embarrassed by it. I had to speak to her.
The next day I left work early, hoping to catch Cindy at home. She had moved into my house when my daughter went away to college to escape a bad home life but now I might have made her feel uncomfortable in her new home. That was the last thing I wanted.
When I came through the front door I could hear her in her room. I knocked softly on the door and asked if I could enter. “Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure. Everything’s great.” Cindy’s voice was strained and she couldn’t bring herself to look at me. “Um, I just want to tell you I’m moving out. I’m moving back home.”
I was stunned. “Home? Look, if this is about what we did the other night…”
As soon as I said that Cindy’s eyes welled up with tears. Her eyes were riveted on the floor and her posture screamed defeat.
“God, this is such a joke.” she sobbed. “School, jobs, dreams. Bullshit. All I am is a fucking slut. Just like my step-father says I am.”