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This is a revised and resubmitted story written by me. Hope
you enjoy it as much if not more than the original.
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Amanda sat on the balcony sipping her tea as she listened to the waves rolling against the shoreline and watched the morning sun slowly ascend over the horizon. A sarong lay under her, covering her chair, as the first rays of the sun's light gently touched and warmed her naked form. "
Not too bad for a woman who just had a baby
", she thought to herself as she looked at her body. At 30 years old, she stood 5-foot 6-inches tall and measured 36C-26-35. Her skin was a golden brown and the tan-lines that were once so prominent were almost gone. Her jet-black hair once again hung loosely down to her waist and her chocolate-brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she thought of the ironies of life that had brought her back to "The Islands".
Taking another sip of her tea she closed her eyes and was instantly carried back to those early years. She had been born in this very house to a Polynesian mother and an English father. They had been a very close family and the house was continuously filled with laughter and happy times. Blushing, she remembered just how close they had been as fleeting images of her parents walking around the house nude drifted through her memories followed quickly by images of the two of them enjoying their "mommy and daddy play time" in different rooms throughout the house.
Those happy times had ended when she had been five years old and the family moved to the mainland so she could attend the prestigious schools her parents had worked so hard to get her into. She had graduated, with honors, from college when she was 21 and had been working in an architect's office for several years when she met her future husband, Keith. They seemed to be a perfect match for each other and even her parents had approved when she had moved in with Keith and his fifteen year old son, Dale, after only a few months of dating. Six months later they were married. Smiling, she remembered the fun times that they all had together as a family and how they had abruptly ended when Keith was killed in a freak accident on a construction site.
At 27 years old, she had suddenly found herself a widow and the step-mother of an eighteen year old son. Fortunately, the lawsuit that followed left them "well-off" so there weren't any major concerns about money so long as they didn't go crazy with their spending.
As expected, she and Dale grew closer as they shared their grief and the normal day-to-day routines of being a family until they were able to talk about virtually anything, so it wasn't surprising when she asked Dale if it was ok with him if she started dating.
Unfortunately, she was quickly swallowed up in the "shark pond" of the dating scene and found that the only men that were interested in going out with a widow who had an eighteen year old step-son were the ones who wanted only one thing ... sex. No matter how often she tried it was always the same thing over and over again.
After an especially bad date she came home crying so hard that she didn't even notice Dale and his new girlfriend, Julie, stretched out on the living room couch as she ran to her bedroom and slammed the door.
"Wow!" Julie whispered.
Dale pulled away and stood up while pulling up his pants as he replied. "I'm not sure what the fuck happened but I've NEVER seen Amanda like that. I better go check on her. I'm sorry."
Quickly sitting up, Julie started to pull her clothes back on as well. "Don't worry about it. Just go and check on her. I'll be there as soon as I get a few things back on," she answered with a soft seductive tone.
"SHIT"
, Dale thought as he looked at Julie's exposed body in the dim lights from the hallway. Julie had a body that most men and some women lusted for. Standing 5-foot 7-inches tall, she had sun-bleached blonde hair that hung to the middle of her back, emerald green eyes that sparkled when she was excited and a 35C-25-33 body that somehow seemed to look even better when he remembered that she was 5 years older than him.
He had met Julie several weeks before in a math class that they were both auditing for college. Maybe it was fate or the fact that he was so much at ease when talking with an older woman but he and Julie quickly found themselves drawn to each other. Though they had gone out together with a group of friends from school several times tonight was their first solo date and both had hoped it would end with them in bed together which they now realized wasn't going to happen ... at least not tonight.
"Dale ... Dale ... pssssstttttt ... Earth to Dale. Remember your step-mom? Get going," Julie whispered with a grin on her face, as she pulled her blouse on and buttoned it.
Pulled from his daze, Dale turned and headed down the hallway to Amanda's room with Julie close behind him. Lightly knocking on the door he called, "Amanda? Amanda? Are you ok? It's Dale. Can I come in?"
He could hear shuffling noises in the room before she replied. "Ya, come on in," in a whisper so soft that he barely heard it.
When he opened the door he found Amanda in bed with the sheet pulled up to her chest and a box of Kleenex tissues on her lap. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and the remains of her dress were lying on the floor.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Don't give me that shit! Something must have happened for you to be crying like this and ..." picking up the pieces of her dress "... this says that something definitely happened," he said with concern in his voice.
Sitting up in bed, the sheet slid lower on her breasts as Amanda replied. "I'm sorry but this is something that ... well ... I just don't feel comfortable talking to you about."
Dale stood quietly as his emotions and body fought a battle that neither would win. His emotions urged him to take her in his arms and hold her tight to let her know he was there for her and would protect her while a sudden surge deep in his groin caused his cock to begin to stir at the sight of Amanda's exposed cleavage. The inner conflict left him standing there unable to think of anything to say or do except stare at her.
Suddenly Julie stepped out from behind Dale, "Hi. I am Julie, Dale's friend. I know this may sound presumptuous of me but would it help to talk to another woman?"
Surprised by Julie's sudden appearance, Amanda jumped causing the sheet to slide even lower and expose her areola and nipples to Dale's gaze before she grabbed it and pulled it back up to cover herself. First looking at Dale and then at Julie, Amanda slowly nodded her head, "Ya, I think a good woman-to-woman talk is exactly what I need right now."
Gently placing her hands on Dale's shoulders, Julie turned him around and directed him towards the door. "You heard what the lady said fella. 'Woman-to-woman' so unless you plan on growing a pair of these in the next few moments" she said as she placed her hands under her breasts and lifted them, "I guess you'll have to wait in the living room."
Dale quietly did as he was told and headed down the hallway as he heard Julie closing Amanda's door behind him.
Slowly turning back towards Amanda, Julie asked in a concerned voice, "So what happened?"
"Same as every other time."
"Ok and what's that?" Julie asked again as she walked over to Amanda's bed and sat on the side of it.
"You meet a guy. You think, or hope, that he's different. That maybe he's the one. He treats you nice, takes you to dinner, maybe a show or dancing, a few drinks and then BAMMM. The next thing you know he's got his hands all over you, grabbing at you like a piece of meat and trying to get you to go some place with him and fuck. Tonight was probably the worst night ever. I've known this guy for years. He even knew my husband. Everything started out great. Then he starts talking about how he knows what a 'widow woman' like me needs and how he's just the guy to give it to me. The dumb fuck even went so far as to tell me about some of the other 'widow women' he's 'taken care of'. That was it. I grabbed his balls and squeezed as hard as I could. For a second I thought his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head before I left go. I left him sitting in the restaurant holding his balls and groaning while I went outside and grabbed a cab to bring me home," Amanda sobbed as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
Instinctively, Julie pulled Amanda to her and hugged her tight against her own body as she rubbed and patted Amanda's back while doing her best to comfort her. Amanda slowly relaxed and lay her head on Julie's shoulder. Without even thinking about it Julie kissed Amanda lightly on her head and softly whispered, "Shhhhh, it'll be ok. I know how you feel. I was in a committed relationship for four years before we split-up," Julie whispered as she stroked Amanda's hair. "It's the same for most women who've been in a relationship for any period of time. Certain guys instantly think that if a woman doesn't have a husband or partner any more they must be starved for what the guy has dangling between their legs. Little do they know that it's probably the thing we miss the least ... at least in the beginning."
Amanda nodded her head as she listened not even noticing that the sheet had slipped downwards again. "My husband once told me that there were two types of men when it came to sex; the lovers and the fuckers. The first one is the guy who will do anything to satisfy his partner ... including being a fucker some times. God ... there were times when we fucked each other so hard I thought we were going break this bed. The second type of guy simply doesn't care; all he wants to do is get his own satisfaction and the hell with what the woman wants or needs. Unfortunately, that's the type of guy I seem to be attracting lately." Vaguely, Amanda felt her body responding as she remembered what she and her husband had done together and her nipples began to harden and press against Julie, only the thin material of Julie's top separating them.
Julie pretended not to feel the hardness pushing against her as she slid her hand downwards gently massaging Amanda's neck and shoulders, before continuing lower to caress and massage her bare back.
Instinctively, Amanda moaned before quickly pulling away. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Maybe I do need a man to fuck me. Just talking about my husband has got me so turned on."
Julie laughed. "I totally understand."
Amanda looked at her quizzically before realizing what had been about to happen when she had come home. "You mean ... you and Dale?"
Julie nodded her head as she continued to smile.
"I'm soooo sorry," Amanda replied.
"Hey don't worry about it. It's okay. Thinking about it will just make it all the better when it does happen. The question right now is what to do about you."
"I don't know. Maybe I should just join a convent or something," Amanda laughed.
"Hmmmm, now that gives me an idea."
"WHAT??? I was kidding."
