In a few short weeks, my life had been turned upside down. After my retirement, my wife and I had so much planned. That was cut short by her sudden illness and subsequent death. It took me months to start living again and many more months before I could find the courage to go through her things and her mounds of papers and recipes. As I did so, I came across a small post-it note in her handwriting.
"Mr. Davis passed away."
I didn't know the date, but I assumed it was just before her death. With a little online search, I discovered his obituary and realized I needed to get out of my hole and try and help someone else out. Mr. Davis was one of my mentors when I was in high school. Mrs. Davis was the person who inspired me to go into education.
I made a phone call and Mrs. Davis, Ceecee to her friends, answered. Her familiar voice soon choked as she attempted to console me on the death of my wife. I assured her that I only found out about her husband Jesse's death in the last few weeks. In a short time, we planned to meet at her house in the country. Always elegant, and a source of many of my youthful fantasies, Ceecee still looked the same as I remembered her. Her trim, shapely figure betrayed her 70+ years. We embraced and spent the next few hours laughing and crying over our spouses and our lives. As I left, we embraced again, promising to get together in a short time.
The next time we met, again at her place in the country, it was a pleasant fall day. She still had her blonde hair cut short around her neck. I could see her nice breasts under her clothes. She didn't seem to have changed much. As we spoke out on the shaded deck, the conversation took an odd turn.
"Did you and Missy still have a good physical relationship?
"Yes."
"How has someone so young (I'm 60) been about to deal with that loss of intimacy?"
"It hasn't been easy."
Well, you may not have realized this, but Jesse and I were quite active, even this many years after our retirement."
I smiled and said, "I guess I thought about that a few times. I always assumed it was the case."
"And you and Missy?"
"Well, to be honest," I said blushing, "the sex with Missy and I was always great."
I also noticed a familiar feeling just speaking of sex, but fortunately, I didn't think she noticed.
"Do you still find me as attractive as you did in high school?"
I know I blushed. "Excuse me?"