In the earlier chapters of this story. Mike is seduced by his landlady, Mrs. Mary Walsh (a widow) and they start to have a relationship which experiences a slight detour for Mike when he sleeps with a co-worker. If you like this you can go back and read the first three chapters as well. As always I hope you enjoy it and I am very appreciative of the time you take to read my stories.
Things were interesting over the next couple of months as we moved into fall. Mary seemed to be very moody and I couldn't figure out what to do or say to her. It was almost like she was trying to put the genie back in the bottle. I couldn't really get her to open up about it, yet, somehow, our friendship continued to stay intact for the most part. We couldn't talk about what we had done or where we were going with our relationship as those topics appeared to be off-limits. I wasn't sure if we were going to move forward and we were kind of treading water except there was no more sex. Quite honestly, it was getting a little draining, and I began thinking about moving on and out.
Figuring that I needed to try to keep things simple, I kept coming up with excuses for Jennifer, my coworker who was my age, before we finally had "the talk". I gave her the" I want to be friends" line and told her that I thought it would complicate things to be romantically involved with a co-worker. She told me to go perform an anatomically impossible act on myself and said she never wanted to talk to me again.
Anne, Mary's best friend, was the real wild card in all of this. She came to the house quite frequently and the three of us would play cards and talk. Anne would flirt with me and I kept thinking I would love to give her a try, but knew that would only invite disaster. Seeing as she was also a widow, I was afraid of the same thing happening. She definitely though was a lot more level headed and even keeled than Mary, or at least she seemed to me to be that way. If nothing else, Anne seemed to keep Mary centered. Oh, and she had a great body too.
I went home for Thanksgiving for about a week and when I came back, Mary announced to me that she was going to go to her home in Florida for a few months. She liked to go to Florida for the winter months and so she asked me if I would be willing to watch the house for her. Things seemed to be a little more strained between us when I returned from my trip, and she finally admitted to me that she had been doing a lot of thinking and hoped that perhaps a break would allow us to get to a good place. She really liked me, she said but she felt that we had moved a bit too fast and I got the message that she was putting the brakes on. She also said that while she enjoyed my company, she also needed to sort things out in her head. I figured that this might be the beginning of the end and that I would probably be looking for a new place to live when she came back in late March. The relationship, if there ever really was any, was pretty much over. At least we would have some time apart for a few months.
She left on a Monday which was also the first of December. It was a cold wintry kind of day and I sat down and put my feet up in the living room on the table which I would never do if Mary were there. I took a pull from my beer and turned on the TV when the doorbell rang. I got up and went and opened the door, figuring it was a UPS delivery or something.
"Hi there, Mike," she said.
Standing in front of me was Anne, dressed in a black knee-length skirt with red sweater, red heels, and black nylons, wearing a long winter coat. Her breasts looked like they were pressed firmly inside her sweater.
"HI Anne, come on in, it's cold outside."
"Thanks, sweetie," she said and she gave me a big hug as she came inside and I shut the door. "I was in the area so I figured I would stop by and say hello." For anyone else, that might be a line, but Anne was a Realtor so it actually worked. Her timing was somewhat curious.
"SO where is Mary?" she asked.
"Mary left today for Florida, didn't you know?"
"Oh shoot, yes I forgot," she said.
Yeah I bet you did.
"Well I guess its good I stopped by then! That makes you like that little boy in "Home Alone," she laughed.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked her.
"Oh, I'd love a glass of wine. Did you eat yet?"
"I grabbed a sandwich on my way home so yeah, I was just sitting around. How about you?"
"I had a late lunch so I'm not hungry."
"Well, let me take your coat, and I'll get you that wine?"
"Sure, that sounds great!"
"Ok, go into the living room and I will be in there in a minute."
As I took her coat and hung it up I got a huge whiff of her scent. She smelled INCREDIBLE. Gathering my wits, I went to the kitchen, and poured her a glass of wine. Walking into the Living Room, I noticed that she had taken up a seat directly in the middle of the couch. She was seated leaning back a bit with her hands behind her, which of course accentuated even more the size of her boobs. Those have got to be 36DDs at least, I thought to myself.
I handed her the wine glass and then picked up my bottle, clinked her glass and then sat down to her right, and she turned toward me.
"So what are you going to do for the winter?" she asked me.
"Well, not much I guess. No yard work, so just making sure the snow is cleared, work, and take care of the house."
"Oh my goodness, that sounds so boring! How come a cute young man like you isn't taken?"
"Long story, I guess, Anne. Actually, I think it just comes down to not finding the right one so I have figured rather than go looking for it, it'll just happen."
"That's a good attitude, Mike, it happens when you least expect it. But remember, people aren't meant to be alone either."
I had the news on TV and we sat there for about an hour just engaging in small talk. Anne was ten years younger than Mary and her husband had died suddenly about ten years ago. Her husband too had done ok but she still liked to work and loved to be with people. Being a realtor was the perfect job for her. We talked a little about what she had been up to and she kept busy with various volunteer opportunities, but pretty much stayed clear of men. As she said, the ones that are available that are her age are available for a reason (bad) and then younger ones were too immature (although she made a point not to include me in that.)
As the time went on, I made a fire to cut the chill a bit as we continued to talk and chat about everything and nothing. I had a few more beers and she had a few more glasses of wine and by this point, she was sitting back, had kicked her heels off and had her feet up on the table as well. She also had managed to move closer to the right side of the couch where I was sitting and our legs were right next to each other on the table. As we talked, I could tell that even though she seemed like she was a great people person, she was actually kind of a loner and shy. The outgoingness was an act to keep people out. She smiled on the outside but her eyes told another story. As she drank the wine, the story came out.
She had married at the age of 19 because that was what she thought she was supposed to do. The man she married and spent most of her life with was abusive and drank too much. Their sex life suffered and they never got around to having kids. As a result of all the badness she dealt with, she had a tendency to want to make everyone happy, but she was a loyal woman who kept hoping that things would change and she struggled right up until the end to make it right. Tears began to slide down her face.
"So, you see, Mike, after he died, I figured I would never again depend on a man to make me happy and I was going to do the things I wanted to do like travel and do social things."
I sat there, stunned, not knowing what to do or say. This woman was bearing her soul to me and had put it all out there. I pulled her into me and held her.
"Anne, you are one of the nicest and most beautiful people I've ever met. I wish I had the words to say but I'm not eloquent enough."
Smiling, she looked at me with tear glistened eyes and said, "You're the first person I ever told all of that to."
She then leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.
