This is my first attempt at writing. Most of the events I've written about below are mainly true, with a little flair added. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
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My name is Jenna Smith, I'm 47 years old and have been divorced now for a little over a year. When Donald and I decided to get divorced, it was quite mutual; none of that screaming or sleeping around you see on TV, we'd simply grown apart, and Matt, our youngest son, was old enough now how the world worked. He was nearing graduation and would be leaving for his first year of college soon, and we made sure that he understood what was happening. To be honest, I think that our two oldest sons, Greg and Steve, had a much more difficult time dealing with the situation, but that may have been because they'd moved out years ago and hadn't seen the signs that Matt had seen.
As the divorce settled, everything remained civil; I'd remained in the house with Matt, and Donald moved across town, which was much closer to his work anyways. The first few days were awkward, not having him there, but that soon passed.
Life went back to normal for me, and Matt finished up his senior year of school with flying colors. He spent most of that summer before college doing what he always did; spending lots of time with his girlfriend Vanessa and his best friend Alex. She was a sweet girl that Matt had known for years in school, and Alex was his best friend since they were children, having met in kindergarten. Alex and Matt did everything together from being in the same classes, to swimming and running on the school team.
As for me personally, being divorced for some reason had me feeling all of a sudden very self-conscious about my body. It wasn't that I'd gotten super fat or anything, but I think all women can agree that once they're married, they tend to let certain things go and not focus much on the looks department (and their husbands too, for that matter). Getting back into the routine wasn't difficult, I'd always enjoyed swimming and yoga, but it seems that I'd let that slip in the last few years. Soon I was back in the pool every morning at 6am before work, and twice a week there was a Yoga studio not far from the office, so it was soon part of my day, leaving work for a nice stretch. One Saturday morning after a particularly intense swim I caught a glimpse of some toning and definition in my tummy. I was ecstatic! I felt like a teenager again; well, that's about the last time I'd seen any kind of muscle around that area! I'd gotten into what was probably the best shape I could be in for my age, at 5'5 with shoulder length dark hair, I'd dropped down to 145 lbs., which is what I was at before having kids. My breasts were at a 38D, a nice size considering my recently narrowing waistline.
I felt like I was on top of the world. I quickly dressed with a black, silky thong underneath my tight new black yoga pants and a matching push-up bra, not that my breasts needed much of the lift these days (this was new too, I've seen all the young girls parading around in them, but I'd never had the guts to wear them myself until recently) and a white t-shirt that was nicely fitted to my body. I left the ladies change room and proceeded down the hall back to the main entrance of the rec centre, when something caught my eye; I don't know what came over me, but down the hall I saw an athletic young man bent over, tying his shoelaces. The way he was positioned gave me a great view of his butt, and it looked amazing: nice, tight, and muscular to boot. He shifted his weight slightly as he moved to tie the other shoe, I wasn't even aware of my staring, or my grin from ear to ear that had crept onto my face. As I was about to pass by, he stood and turned towards me.
"Hey Mrs. Smith" Alex said to me. I almost fell back from shock, it was Matt's best friend, the boy I'd watched grow up! I quickly regained myself and responded, "Hi Alex, it's just Ms. now, no need for the Mrs."
Alex looked a little embarrassed and sheepishly replied "Sorry about that Ms. Smith, I guess I was used to saying it the other way." He looked down a little bit and didn't seem to know what to say now.
"Don't even worry about it Alex, it's completely fine, you're not the first to have called me that, it's no big deal." I waved my hand in a gesture to show that it was not any sort of issue. "Just going to work out now?"
Alex replied, "Yes Ms. Smith, Matt wants to get together later for some beers and videogames so I thought I'd hit the gym now."
"As per usual then I guess" I laughed lightly. With school out, they seemed to be playing those new games all the time. "I'll see you later then, Alex."
"See you" Alex turned and walked towards the weight room. I instinctively found my eyes being glued to his body once more. When had Alex grown into such an attractive young man? Even stranger, I'd felt that tingle between my legs that I hadn't felt in what years.