Hi, A word of caution. If you are looking for blow by blow descriptions of sex it might be best to go to other author's stories. I like to think that the mind is our greatest sex organ. So I try to leave out the graphic details then you can use a little imagination.
Sophie
Finding a friend from the past
I was sitting in a coffee shop reading my kindle when, "Excuse me...but aren't you Sophie, the Sophie from Washington Grade School and Franklyn High?"
In an instant I recognized Jack. We had been class mates for almost all of our lower school years. His family had moved into town just before I started third grade. They lived several blocks down the street so we ran into each other constantly over the years. Different buses picked us up but we were in the same classes in grade school and shared a lot of classes in high school. I guess you could say we were friends but not close. He had his buddies and I had my friends.
I remember he kissed me one time. My friends and I were at a local park celebrating the end of high school when his group showed up. Being over eighteen and free of school and feeling good when one thing lead to another and both of our friends were egging us on so we kissed. Just a touching of lips but it was a kiss. My first kind of real kiss in fact, all through school I had ignored the boys. After the kiss his group wandered away and mine went the other direction.
My friends teased me and wanted to know what it was like to kiss him. Actually it wasn't much but they wouldn't believe me. It took a week before the incident was forgotten. Except by me, in spite of the fact it really wasn't romantic or anything else it was my first boy kiss. After that every time we saw each other I would get flush and he would blush, just a little.
Now over thirty years later here he was standing by my table. I invited him to join me. It was kind of like back in high school. Friends but not close friends. We shared a few things as we drank our coffees and I mentioned that I usually stopped here on Friday afternoons and he asked if it was ok if he could join me. Of course it was ok; spending a little time with an old classmate seemed like a good idea. I had no obligations and no place I had to be and all the time in the world to get there.
For a month we had coffee every Friday and then it turned into Wednesday also. I really began to enjoy his company. We shared life stories up to a point. He was divorced and childless. He worked in IT as an independent contractor and from home. I had never married.
Then out of the blue, at least to me, he asked if he could take me to dinner one night and maybe a movie. There was no reason to say no. So I quickly agreed and we set up a night and time. Dinner at a middle of the range Italian place was great. I knew from our conversations he didn't have unlimited funds. I on the other hand had more than enough. I could have taken him to the best place in town and treated. I also knew enough to not insult him by offering.
I loved our date, if that's what it was. So when he asked if maybe we could do it again I was happy to say yes. We would have coffee several times a week and dinner a couple of times a month. What was I getting myself into?
Just because I was never married I was not a blushing virgin. I had enjoyed the affections of many men and actually several women also if the truth ever came out. I never married because I never found a man that was right for me. Some were too demanding, others not strong enough, some looking to share my money and some just boring. A few were clunkers in bed but most were good
Jack on the other hand didn't fit any of the other men I had spent time with. I'm not sure if he even knew I had more than my share in the bank. His conversation was intelligent. He respected my viewpoints even when we didn't agree. His sense of humor was not offensive, no off color or suggestive jokes. He didn't try to impress me with his manners. He didn't hit on me. All in all I was having a good time with him.
Having been with men most of my adult life I had the normal urges that a woman has. Masturbation had been keeping those feelings at bay for a long time but as Jack and I spent more and more time together I was getting the itch to have a man in my bed again.
So I invited him to dinner at my home on a Sunday. We could eat and both of us being sports fans we could watch a football game on the tube. It was a good time. Our home team won at the bitter rival's home stadium. As we shared our beers and celebrated the victory I was expecting a kiss and more. Instead he thanked me for a wonderful time and suggested that next time he would cook, if I didn't mind Chinese takeout or something.
