Valerie
The beginning of a new romance
I was just checking out at the local grocery store. It's only a long block from my apartment so I walk there almost every day a pickup one or two items. It gives me an excuse to get out and move a little bit. If I bought all my weeks needs on one trip what would I do the rest of the week? Any ways, as I was leaving the checkout lane one of my neighbors was leaving another lane. Franklyn was a guy that struck me as being so lonely ever since his wife had died over a year ago.
As we walked toward our building I asked him how he was doing. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a hitch in his shoulders and heard a sigh. "Do you really want to know? Or is this just conversation?"
"No I think I want to know how you are doing. After I divorced my husband it took me a long time before I was just starting to get over it. So I can picture how hard it might be to lose your love."
There was a bench along the sidewalk and I asked if he would like to sit and talk. It was breaking my heart to listen to him. He must have been so bottled up in grief and needed to vent and it came pouring out. His tears brought tears to my eyes. It took over fifteen minutes before he was able to regain control of his feelings.
As we finally stood and resumed our walk he said, "And the worst part is I feel so selfish because I miss the hugging and the kissing. Every time we would meet in the hallway or pass by one another it was a touch and a kiss."
I must have been out of my mind. As the elevator door was closing I said, "Franklyn, I will kiss you if I may."
He leaned over and touched my lips with his, "Thank you. I needed that."
"No, I mean I will give you a real kiss."
We had several stories up to my level. I dropped my bag to the floor and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him. No tongue but other than that it was a real kiss. As I pulled back I could feel the bulge in his slacks against my stomach. I looked at him and his eyes opened and a small tear ran down his check.
"Oh, I really needed that. Thank you."
I had been without a man for three years. My vibrator and my dildo had been my only means of relief all those years. Did I really want to be with a man again? What if he wasn't a good lover? What if he wouldn't do the things I liked? Or what if after all these years I wasn't as good as I remembered? I knew how to find out but was I willing to take that chance? If I opened that door and it wasn't what I wanted or needed how could I close it?
I picked up my bag as the elevator stopped, the door opened and I stepped out. Quickly I turned back and stood in the entrance, "I enjoyed it to Franklyn. So thank you."
That night as I was getting rid of the tensions that had built up since I had kissed Franklyn I remembered what it felt like when a nice hard man's member was pressed against my stomach. I could also remember the last time I had felt one sliding into me. I was also thinking that maybe it was time to feel it again. Naturally the big question was who? Franklyn was a nice guy. We had talked a few times in the hallway or in the party room or at the condo members meetings. He was intelligent, considerate, had a sense humor, appeared to be in reasonable shape for his age and was easy to look at. As I was falling asleep I was thinking that I needed to think about this a little more.
In the morning my mind was made up. The only questions were, what would Franklyn think about my idea and how do I go about finding out. The safe way was the best. So I called him around noon and asked him if he would like to join me for dinner. His response kind of puzzled me. Yes he would like to but he was kind of wishy-washy as to when he was available. After talking about it for a minute the following Wednesday night at five was picked.
Thinking it would best to be prepared. I washed the sheets. I shaved my legs and pits and trimmed my hairy bush. I did it one time and I refuse to shave down there any more even as my ex begged me to. It itches something fierce as it grows back. The lasagna was in the oven and ready. I pulled it out shortly before five to let it cool a little. Tossed the salad and opened a bottle of wine. The garlic bread sticks were nice and warm. All I needed was my victim. I mean dinner companion.
One minute early my doorbell was ringing. Dinner was a success. My friend did my meal proud. Seconds on the lasagna, three bread sticks and might have had more salad except we had already eaten it all. I offered a brandy to help it all digest. The clod sat in the easy chair. It was time for plan b. "Would you like to watch a movie? I have several taped that might be interesting."
I pushed the coffee table away from the couch and patted a spot for him to sit. On purpose I let him sit on one side and me on the other. About half way through the romantic comedy I had picked out I asked him if I might lay my head on his lap.
