It was a shitty way to spend Valentine's Day Jeff reflected as he tapped impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic lights to change. The meeting had gone as well as could be expected under the circumstances but still, it was about as much fun as having all his teeth pulled with a pair of rusty pliers. It kind of gave a whole new meaning to the idea of the 'Valentine's Day Massacre.'
He glanced over at his soon-to-be ex-wife who was resting her head against the leather headrest, with her eyes closed. They had just endured the first of their meetings with the arbitrator and Jeff recalled the way Sharon's icy blue eyes had glittered as she argued about some of the financial details. The settlement she was contemplating made him wince, but it could've been a hell of a lot worse if he were dealing with some barracuda divorce lawyer. Those bastards would be looking to clean him out for good. Thank God they had decided to end their 15 year mistake of a marriage as amicably as possible, he thought gratefully. The most important thing was that Sharon had finally agreed to joint custody of their seven year old daughter, Allison.
Kate, their regular babysitter uncurled herself off the couch as they walked into the house. She tugged at her close fitting shirt which had ridden high up her back while she was sleeping. Jeff caught a quick glimpse of her flat tanned belly before she smoothed it down and straightened her short denim skirt. She rubbed her dark eyes and smiled sleepily at them.
"Jeez I must have dozed off."
"Sorry we're this late," Sharon said, "The arbitrator was caught up in another case and our meeting was delayed."
"Oh, it's not a problem. I didn't have plans for tonight anyway," Kate said running her fingers through the tousled raven curls that tumbled down her back "I'll just get my stuff together, I won't be long."
"No plans?" Sharon said reaching into her purse to retrieve her car keys. "Well I hope you got a couple of Valentine cards at least." She flashed Jeff a cold look. She couldn't recall the last time they had exchanged romantic cards or gifts. God, how did people stay together so long when all the excitement and adventure of love was dead?
"Yeah a few cards, no one special though..." Kate said as she hastily gathered her study materials together in a haphazard fashion and pushed them into a faded denim bag.
Jeff tried not to pay too much attention to Kate but he was sure she'd gotten plenty of cards from horny college boys. Christ, they'd have to be blind not to notice how cute she was with her hard young body. He didn't remember girls looking as good as Kate did when he was at college. Perhaps there was some kind of contrary phenomenon at work here; where he got older and the women who caught his attention got younger. Whatever the explanation, one thing was sure: Kate was one of his top-ten fantasy distractions and he'd 'had' her many times, in many different ways, even if only in his mind's eye.
"Oh I mustn't forget to give you these," Kate said handing Sharon and Jeff each a colorfully decorated heart with the words, 'I love you' emblazoned across them in a childish scrawl. "Allie made them while you were out and I had strict instructions to give them to you the minute you got home."
***
Jeff stood in the doorway of Allison's room and watched her sleep. She was the one thing that turned out right between Sharon and him, and the love heart she had made for him had brought home the aching reality of how much he was going to miss being with her as she grew up. Joint custody would mean that she would live with Sharon and he would only spend time with her on weekends and holidays. His heart sank as he considered how quickly she would change in the coming years, how much of her life he would not be a part of and the time they would lose together in between.
"Shit, that's enough depression for one day," he muttered to himself as he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer from the refrigerator. His muscles ached from tension and he decided that an orgasm would relax him and help him to sleep better. His sex life had been solo for the past eight months but he'd become adept at figuring out new and interesting imaginary situations to fill the void. His mind drifted to Kate. She had left a couple of minutes before with Sharon who was taking her back to her dorm, but the scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, and the memory of her narrow tapered waist and firm round ass were still etched in his mind. She filled out her clothes in a way that made Jeff rage with lust and for a petite girl, she had sizeable tits. They would probably lose the battle with gravity someday, Jeff thought fleetingly, but tonight they had stood firm and proud beneath the close fitting blue shirt that seemed pasted to her flat belly.
He took a long sip from the bottle and closed his eyes, letting the image of Kate nude from the waist down play in his head. Yeah, he'd have her tonight, still in that shirt, but with her bra gone, her heavy breasts jiggling above him as she rode his cock like a runaway train. Afterwards he'd take her on all fours, that firm ass sticking up in the air as he plunged into her sweet young pussy. His cock stirred in his pants and he made his way to the spare bedroom when something caught his attention.
A small charcoal book, with a tiny red heart that shimmered in the center of the cover, rested on the table in the dining room.
Curious, he made a detour and picked it up, thinking it was Sharon's. But as soon as he flipped open the cover and saw the unfamiliar writing with long cursive strokes forming each letter, he knew it wasn't hers. Each page was meticulously dated and neatly written in bright pink ink. It was the handwriting of a young girl. Damn, this was Kate's diary, he thought as a small ripple of excitement raced through his belly. But why would she leave it here? Then he remembered how her school papers were spread across the table and floor when they came in and the haphazard way she had packed them away. The diary must have accidentally been left behind.
The stirring in his cock had intensified at his discovery and at what might be described within. He'd heard stories of wild dorm sex that took place and perhaps there was some undercurrent girl-girl curiosity that she'd finally found the courage to explore. Christ how lucky could he get on the crappiest Valentine's night of his life. Considering his masturbation plans and her starring role in them, this was potentially better than the latest copy of Playboy. His conscience pricked momentarily; he knew that there were few things more personal than a diary, but his mind and body were already into heated overdrive, and anyway how the hell would she know that he had indulged his curiosity. Sooner or later she would miss the book, but by then he'd figure a way for Sharon to discover it, taking him out of the picture entirely.
The anticipation was burning as Jeff dropped down onto the nearest couch and inched open the cover. Entries spanning the first few pages were recaps of her first weeks away from home and how much she missed her family; the stress and excitement of being away at college and how much she hoped her studies would land her a career in the theatre. A few entries later she mentioned a drama professor who was 'so damn hot'. A couple more ordinary happenings and then Jeff hit pay dirt:
16 January
I couldn't help myself. Spending that brief time talking to him really got me worked up. It was difficult holding off touching myself until I got home. And when I did it was explosive. I used the lipstick vibrator. God what a handy and discreet thing that is, so compact, but the intensity of the orgasms, when I place it against my clit are mind blowing! I really would have liked to have got fucked though. Nothing beats the feeling of hot cock throbbing inside me.
Jeff gaped wide-eyed at the entry, the bulge in his pants threatening to burst through the tightly stretched fabric across his groin. He ran his hand over it and conjured up an image of Kate playing with herself, her sweet pussy climaxing, juice spilling from between her legs. He turned the page anxious to read more. He wondered if it was the 'hot' drama professor who had worked her up like that. A professor for Christ sake. In his day all college professors were much older men, but who knew, perhaps nowadays they were under thirty and hunky. Either way it was damn intriguing.
Unfortunately, beyond that one mention of unbridled academic lust the rest of her recorded events were pretty mundane, until he reached the last page. It was recorded with today's date:
14 February,
Well, here it is, Valentine's day and I am working another babysitting gig. Actually Allison is such a cute kid that it's hard to call it work. We baked some sweetheart sandwich cookies together and then she spent the rest of the time drawing hearts, coloring them in and writing love messages to her parents. She even drew me a bright red heart with cupid's arrow piercing the center and asked me what it's like to be in love. I told her that I didn't really know for sure, but I thought that it must be a wonderful feeling. Then she wanted a story so I gave her a very edited and child-friendly version of Romeo and Juliet. Shakespeare was probably turning in his grave since I had love conquering all and the families coming together instead of the real tragic ending. She's seven years old for God's sake and it is Valentine's Day. I figured I was entitled to make some minor modifications. Eventually she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Best of all, my car is still broken and I got to spend some time alone with Jeff. He picked me up at the dorm on his way back from his office. I tried to stay calm and make conversation during the drive but my heart was beating at a million miles an hour. I kept thinking to myself that he's almost single and wondering if he is as attracted to me as I am to him. Sometimes I catch him looking but I doubt we have much in common. He seems more of the business type while I am probably destined to be a struggling artist.
Still, there's something to be said for physical attraction and good ole lust. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and he'll be the one to take me home tonight. Nah, that's never going to happen, who am I kidding? He picks me up and Sharon drives me home. Too bad I can't figure out a way to change that arrangement.
Maybe honesty is the best policy. "Hey Sharon, mind if Jeff drives me home tonight? That way I can take him up to my dorm and fuck his brains out. That'll be a valentine he won't soon forget. Didn't think you'd mind, since you two are almost divorced and all."
Oh shit. Wait, strike that! I sound like a slut. Thank God nobody can hear my thoughts, but that's why they make diaries, right? So a person can get to say whatever is going on in their heads and give vent to their desires without having to justify anything, or worry about what people will think. The truth is I'd never do the things I fantasize about with Jeff, but its fun to imagine.
It's getting late and I have school work to finish. I'm convinced I'm going insane, maybe it's just this pent up desire. More tomorrow.
Jeff sat with his eyes agape as he reread the last page. No! It couldn't be him she was talking about, fantasizing about, who she wanted to drag back to her dorm and fuck! But it clearly was. There was no denying that; it was there in black and white, or rather pink and white. He shook his head trying to deal with the barrage of thoughts that were racing through his mind. Damn yes, he was flattered and excited by her words but Jesus, imagine how differently this could have worked out had he taken Kate home and Sharon found the diary. For that matter, how would it work out when he staged it so Sharon would be the one to 'find' it? It was doubtful that any wife, even a soon-to-be-ex-wife would find humor in the babysitter's revelation about wanting to fuck her husband.
