A note from this author. It would help you with this story, if you read part 1, first. As with part one, all sexually active people depicted in this story are over 18. Some quite a bit older.
As Barb and I continued seeing each other, both working out and socially, we got to be a bit more comfortable with the looks we got from the nosy Nancy's who were probably envious of Barb, and me. I didn't let the stares bother me. After a few weeks, and several more dates, Barb, slowly became used to the gawking. Most of the stares came from women her own age, which we both thought were quite funny.
Our sex life kept gaining momentum, with Barb becoming a bit more adventurous, under my instruction. Each time we tried something new, whether it was a true 69 position, which absolutely drove her wild, to her allowing me to softly rub her back door pucker with one finger, which shocked the hell out of me, brought us even closer. I do admit that my finger in her back door met with a stern warning about anything else going in that location.
By the way, I did some research, and found a bit of history about Buster Brown. A cartoon character from the very early 1900's, that was used by a shoe company starting in 1904. Just adding this as a reference to her use of that name.
One night, just as Mary, her older daughter told her she and Joel were separating, Barb said to me, laying in bed, that she was not shocked. After a great blowjob, and my eating her pussy making her cum, twice, Barb said to me, in confidence, that she had thought Mary was gay. She almost never dated in high school and had more girl friends than boy friends.
It wasn't more than two weeks that Nan, the younger daughter, announced she and Bill were splitting up. Barb told me she never liked Bill, but I never had that much to do with him.
I had to travel for work, most of the following week, and each night when I called Barb, she always sounded down. I figured it was her daughters' break ups.
I returned home late Friday night, telling my lady that we would do breakfast, Saturday morning. Agreed, was her response.
When she knocked on my door, I could tell something was up just by looking at her. "What's wrong?' I asked.
"Lets sit down," she responded. Oh, Oh, I thought to myself.
Quietly, she showed me an e-mail, that was in invitation to her 40th high school reunion, in just two weeks time. I looked at the date, remembering I had another work related meeting that lasted through the Saturday of her reunion.
"I won't go, Jason," she said, looking down at the floor.
"Nonsense," I replied, "go and have a great time." I had to repeat myself before she agreed. Since it was only about an hour away from where we lived, she thought it would be an easy drive.
We had just one or two very nights of adventurous sex the week before my next work trip, with me sensing something wasn't right. I just couldn't put my finger on it.
Since my flight was a very early departure, I got myself to the airport, still a bit concerned. When I got to my hotel, I saw a text from Barb wishing me a great trip. That alone started to ease my mind.
Each night, calling her, I still sensed something was eating at her, so I quietly asked what was up. "Just a bit of nerves," was her reply.
My last meeting, on that Friday morning, I called, just in time to catch her on her way out the door. She reminded me that she was going early to help the set up committee. I wished her a great time.
When I got back to my house, Mary was waiting outside my front door. She asked me if she could come inside to talk, if I wasn't too tired. Offering her a cold drink, since I knew she did not drink alcohol, she just asked for a water.
"Are you concerned about mom at her reunion," Mary asked. I told her I wasn't, not fully convinced of my answer. Mary told me she had concerns due to Barb telling her an old flame, whom she had not seen since high school was going to be there, too.
Saturday morning, I got a call from Barb telling me how glad she was that I had convinced her to attend.
Just after finishing breakfast, my door bell rang, and much to my surprise, there was Nan at the door, dressed like she was a 4 dollar street walker. Skin tight jeans, a blouse with the top three buttons undone, without a bra, and looking like she hadn't slept in a week.
Pushing her way inside, she looked me straight in the eye and said, loudly, "wanna fuck!" I almost couldn't believe my ears. Taking her arm, firmly, I marched her right back to my front door, and told her as calmly as I could, "no chance in hell!"
I slammed the door, shaking my head. I have to admit that Mary had hinted to me that this could be a possibility.
This made for a very tense time, as I wondered if I should tell Barb, or wait until she came back, Sunday afternoon. Waiting won out.
The only communication all day was right about dinner time, when I got a text, "Having a great time, I love you"
I honestly could not stop smiling the rest of the night. I spent all morning, Sunday pacing like a caged lion, waiting for Barb's return. By 4 in the afternoon, just as I started worrying, she texted me she was finally on her way home. I finally relaxed.
It was nearly 7 that evening, just as I was going down to her apartment, when I heard a soft knock at my door. Opening up, I started to throw my arms around he, when I noticed a tear in her eye.
