Thanks to everyone who left comments for chapter one regarding my first attempt at writing. It's best if you read the preceding chapter to understand what had transpired earlier between myself and my son's best friend, Alex.
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Stepping out of the shower and grabbing a short towel for my hair, I began to review in my mind the events leading up to today; my recent divorce from Donald, getting back into my workout routine and finally reaching the look I'd been craving, having Alex walk in on me in only my bra and panties earlier today, followed by the drinks we shared before I gave him his first blowjob ever. He and my son, Matt, were in the living room at the moment, still focused on their Xstation of Playbox or whatever it was they called it, shooting up aliens and having a few beers in a well deserved break before starting college. Matt had come home earlier than expected, a few minutes before Alex shot his load all over my breasts, so we had to stop there, leaving me wet and begging for sweet release. I took care of myself briefly and had then jumped into the shower to clean up.
As I stood, drying my hair, his manhood was all I could think about; seven inches long, nothing spectacular, but it had been rock hard because of my body, because of what I had done to him. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my cell ringing on the computer desk in the corner of the bedroom. Stepping into the conjoined master bedroom and draping the towel over the large office style swivel chair, I knew it was my friend Chrystal calling by the ringtone I'd given her caller ID. Picking up the phone I answered, "Hey Chrystal, how's it going?"
Chrystal's energetic voice responded on the other end, "Great Jen, Tom took the kids camping this weekend and I've been using the time to tidy up around here and relax. If you're not busy later, why not come by for a glass of wine?"
The offer actually seemed like a good plan to get out of the house for a bit. What could I possibly do with Alex if Matt was here as well? I replied, "Sure thing, I'm going to dish up some dinner for Matt and his friend and I'll be by in about an hour." I finished drying off and quickly did my hair into a sport ponytail, the same kind I would put it into for Yoga, and changed into a simple, light blue summer dress with spaghetti straps to hold it up. The hem of the dress was about three inches above the knee, and a v-neck that would show off my cleavage. The dress was made so that I didn't have to wear a bra, and still feeling quite turned on from before I decided against any panties. I put the whole thing together with matching blue sandals with a slight three-inch heel.
Throwing my cell phone into my purse, I briskly walked down the stairs towards the living room. It had been just over an hour since my exciting encounter with Alex, and his head immediately turned in my direction, his jaw dropping slightly as the sight of me in the dress. Matt kept on playing his game as I came down. I locked eyes seductively with Alex as I kept walking towards the kitchen, saying, "Boys, I'm going to take dinner out the oven, help yourselves when you get hungry. I'm going over to Chrystal's for a bit."
Matt responded by saying "Thanks for dinner mom, we're probably going to stick around here and play for the rest of the evening."
"That sounds like a fun night," I replied, stepping back into the living room, "but you know what would make it even better? Help yourselves to the beer and liquor in the fridge and pantry. You've both worked so hard this semester and the breaks almost over; you've earned it."
Hearing this, Matt immediately looked up at my approval to drink all my booze, "Are you sure about that mom?"
"Sure," I casually shrugged my shoulders, "just make sure you don't go too wild with the drinks! I'll be back in a couple of hours." With that, Matt quickly went to the fridge and returned with two cold beers, twisting the tops off and handing one to Alex, who in the meantime had kept his eyes on me and let a smile creep upon his face. Smiling coyly to him and to myself, I walked towards the front door down the hall from the living room. Knowing he was still peering at me over his shoulder while Matt sipped on his beer and returned his focus to the game. I turned to face Alex, gave him a sexy wink of the eye, and left out the front door.
Chrystal lived a short drive away (as despite living in the provincial capital city, it was relatively small, so even if one were to drive from the south to the north end of town you'd only be looking at a 30 minute transit in light traffic) in the neighborhood of Terwilliger. Pulling into her driveway and parking the car, I saw Chrystal emerge from the front door with a wine glass in one hand, and an enthusiastic waving of the other. There weren't many opportunities for her to have the home to herself, so it was safe to assume she'd gotten into the wine long before calling me.
As I stepped out of my car, Chrystal stopped in her tracks, her gaze widening a bit, her chin dropping down and slightly to the left, "My lovely friend, I do believe that right now is the sexiest I've ever seen you dressed!" she said, waving her arm in a wide gesture and almost spilling her drink.
Not only was I feeling great from my fun with Alex earlier this afternoon, but also from the results I'd seen in my intense workout regime I'd implemented after becoming single again. I paused as I walked towards her and performed a little twirl and pose, holding my arms out and pushing my hips to the left, accentuating my newly reduced curves as I said "Why thank you! It's funny you should mention it, because today I was thinking that I'd really hit the mark with the yoga and swimming routine I'd set up."
Chrystal smiled and nodded, "Absolutely, you look like you've got the body of a college girl again! Congrats Jenny!" taking me by the arm and into her home. We quickly sat down in her living room with a bottle of chardonnay, with relaxing jazz playing in the background. Normally we would get together every couple of weeks for drinks at my place or at a restaurant, but when her family was out of town, she loved entertaining company, even it was only me. I'd been particularly busy at work for the last two weeks or so, meaning that this was the first chance we had to really catch up. I'd known Chrystal for years now, our kids met in swimming lessons when they were tiny little things. Although they weren't friends themselves, Chrystal quickly became a close companion who helped me throughout my deteriorating marriage and right through the divorce. She always provided me with support, even over-supporting at time with her aggressive "Sue the bastard for every penny he has!" comments, despite my assurances that when we divorced, it was quite amicable.
As the first glasses were emptied, followed quickly by the second and third, the conversation flowed about anything and everything; our work life, other friends, movies we'd recently seen, and my newfound exercise routine. I explained how happy I was with my body as of late. Taking a long sip from her glass and staring at me for a moment, Chrystal said "It's been a while now since you've been separated, and I know you weren't seeing much action in the bedroom with Donald before that. Have you given any thought to dating again?"
After a couple of drinks, my facial expressions tend to answer questions well before my brain and mouth can catch up, as my eyes looked straight ahead, my gaze lowering. Despite experiencing what I would consider my sexual reawakening earlier today, the nature of her question caught me completely off guard, or more that one particular word and its associated connotations; dating.
"No," I soon answered, "No, I don't think I'm ready for anything like that." Chrystal, sensing the tenseness of my reply and the rigidity of my face in responding, quickly spoke up, "Oh Jenny there's no need to get all serious now. I'm not saying go out and meet some guy to marry," she paused to put her drink down on the side table next to the couch, clasping her hands together over her knee, "what I meant to say, my dear, is that I recall hearing for literally over a year that you'd not had a single night of wild, passionate sex. Now that you're a, forgive the language, hot little piece of ass, so to speak, I simply thought you'd have considered finding yourself a pretty little plaything to keep up with that workout routine of yours."
I felt silly getting so serious over what she'd first said, and quickly realized exactly what she meant even before explaining it to me. Of course, as she spoke, I found it increasingly difficult to maintain a serious look on my face, my mouth forming into a grin that was soon a full on beaming smile. Chrystal had always been one to read body-language, and I would have been a prime example for her to use were she ever to explain the art of reading someone without the necessity of verbal ques. With at first a quizzical expression on her face, followed quickly by one of sudden insight, she slowly said, "but of course, I think I'm too late in offering this advice, you've already beaten me to the punch, haven't you?"
With the impossible to remove smile on my face, and looking shortly left of her prying gaze, I responded, happy and full of memories, "Hmmmm, perhaps."
Chystal shouted out excitedly, "You little tramp! I don't see you for a couple of weeks and you're out seducing some hunk!" We both broke out into laughter, with Chrystal quickly regaining her composure to follow up with the question I'd been expecting but wasn't quite sure if I would be able to answer honestly, "Who's the lucky guy then? I didn't even know you'd met anyone recently."
Chrystal has been my friend for years now through thick and thin. Despite my actions being, not necessarily taboo, but perhaps more along the lines of socially deviant because of the difference in age between Alex and myself, I certainly felt like it would be a leap of faith to explain the events of today to anyone else. Yet I trusted in Chrystal more than I would in most people, and so I took a deep breath, and began with the lovely view I'd had today at the pool, seeing a hunky, muscular man bent over while tying his shoes at the rec centre. "I love built men in tight shorts!" exclaimed Chrystal, getting excited herself as I described the young man's body. I then said "Me too, but I was surprised when he stood and turned towards me, because it was Alex, my son's best friend."