This story begins with some plot and not much sex. The next installment will get steamy hot.
My name is Ron and I'm a 42 year old attorney. I live in central Florida. The events that I will describe for you occurred three years ago. At that time, I was married to Julia but we have since gotten a divorce.
On a hot June Thursday morning, I was leaving home to drive to Jacksonville for depositions in a products liability case pending in federal court. As I was getting my suit case and suit bag together, Julia told me that she had been thinking about our marriage and the problems we had been having and she had decided that she wanted a divorce. She said it just that bluntly, as if she was announcing 'we're havin' spaghetti for dinner tonight.'
We had been having some arguments and it seemed like the tension just wouldn't resolve like it usually had in the past. As soon as one issue was addressed, another popped up to cause problems. I had the impression that Julia was looking for problems so that she could keep fighting until I gave up . . . but I'm not a quitter. So, once she finally figured out that I would not initiate a divorce, she made the decision and announced it as I was preparing to leave.
After 19 years of marriage, I was devastated by the news. I had a two hour drive that morning and I was very sad - and even tearful - the first hour of the drive. Then, I was still sad but I started to get mad. Julia had promised me forever and now she was quitting, reneging on her promise.
I wasn't even sure what the real problem was. It wasn't money. We were living a comfortable lifestyle, had a nice house, took nice vacations, wore expensive clothes, etc. I don't think it was sex. We had always enjoyed sex and neither of us was particularly inhibited when the clothes hit the floor. Maybe she had found someone else to light up her life; I don't know and I wasn't sure that I ever would know. Besides, it really didn't matter what the reason was; if she didn't want to be my wife anymore, why would I want to continue being with her?
I pulled myself out of my funk and got my head into the depositions Thursday afternoon. I spent a lonely night in a hotel room and had two more depositions the next morning. As I got in my car to head home, I realized that I really had no reason to rush back home. Julia certainly didn't want to see me and Ashley, my step-daughter since she was only one year old, had stayed in Gainesville for the summer. She was taking classes at UF during the summer session and working as a lab assistant in the biology department.
I made a quick decision to drive to Gainesville to see Ashley. I hadn't seen her in a few months and maybe a visit with her would help my spirits. I thought she would probably be working so I decided to just drive to her apartment and wait for her.
I managed to avoid getting caught in any of the speed traps between Jacksonville and Gainesville and I was pulling into the parking lot at her apartment complex by 2:30 pm. I noticed her car in the parking lot so I called her cell phone. I probably should have given her some advance notice but . . . better late than never.
"Hey Ash, this is your old man," I said when she answered the phone.
"Hey, Daddy, what's up?" she responded. She hadn't spoken much, yet, but I thought I detected some slurring in her voice.
"I was on the road passin' through town so I thought I might stop and visit you for a while, if you don't mind."
"Oh, Daddy, you know I want to see you! How long before you'll be here?"
"Oh, maybe about 15 seconds," I responded. "I'm already downstairs in your parkin' lot."
"Well, come on up! See you in a minute," she answered.
In less than a minute, I was knocking on her door.
The door opened to a vision of loveliness. Perhaps I am a biased step-dad, but Ash is a goddess. She is about 5' 4" and maybe 120 pounds. She has shoulder length brown hair which, combined with her dark brown eyes, gives her a look of mature sophistication far beyond her twenty years. She is not a big girl and her boobs look very proportional to her body, perhaps a 34B. Her behind is tantalizing and it appears to be so tight that you could bounce quarters off her cheeks.
"Hi, Daddy!" she exclaimed as she put her arms around me and gave me a hug. "Mom called and told me the news. I'm so sorry for you. I can't believe she's being such a bitch to you, Daddy; you don't deserve it."
"Thanks, honey," I said as I squeezed her with another hug. I wasn't sure what she meant when she said her mom was being a bitch but maybe Ash knew more than Julie had told me.
"You must feel humiliated, Daddy, and it feels a little weird for me, too. How am I supposed to explain to my friends that Mom's a lesbian?"
My face went white for a minute as I was stunned with the news that Julie had withheld. Ash looked at me and immediately realized that I had not known about that last tidbit of news.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry! I thought you knew. Come in and sit down and I'll get you a drink." I walked into her living room and sat in a seat opposite the sofa as Ash went into her kitchen to find a glass. Seated on the sofa was Ash's roommate, Lizzie. Ash and Lizzie had been friends from the seventh grade on and living together while they were in college was a foregone conclusion when they graduated high school.
Lizzie looks like that Olympic skater, Tara Lapinski. She has curly blonde hair and a cute face. Her body is slender and she has a petite frame. I would guess that her boobs are probably a 34A or 34B, maybe smaller. She is not the kind of girl that anybody would call drop-dead gorgeous, but she is certainly a cutie-pie and any guy would be lucky to have her in his bed for the night. She was dressed in a miniskirt and a thin tee-shirt. I'm not sure that she was wearing a bra beneath her tee. I had heard Ash and Liz joking about being founding members of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee but I thought they were both beautiful.
"Hey, Mr. C," Lizzie greeted me.
I had not seen Lizzie in a while, perhaps more than a year. "Lizzie, now that you're in college, why don't you just call me Ron? That Mr. C. thing makes me feel old and I don't really need that right now."
"Oh, gosh, uh . . . Ron . . . I don't wanna make you feel old, and . . . I'm so sorry about the news, and, uh . . . here in Gainesville, everybody calls me Liz."
"Okay, Liz." I paused for a moment and then asked, "So, you heard the news."
"Yeah, Ron, and I just can't believe it. Ash and I had the day off today so we were just laying around the pool and Mrs. C. called and talked to Ash late this morning and then we came in and started drinkin' pina coladas. She's really bummed out about the divorce. Uh, actually, what we're drinkin' is a special recipe I got from a friend and they're called 'drop-your-panty coladas.' They're called that because they're so smooth a guy can get a girl drunk before she even knows that she's had any alcohol. To tell you the truth, we're both kinda buzzed right now."
I smiled a very pleasant smile at Liz. "I had already kinda guessed that you were both feelin' alright, even though," I paused and looked around the living room, "I don't see any panties on the floor in here." I surprised myself by obviously flirting with a 19 year old college sophomore, but, my wife was leaving me for another woman, so I thought I was entitled to cut loose a little bit and I deserved some female attention.
"Well . . . not yet, Ron, but you never know what might happen!" Liz responded in an equally flirtatious manner. About that time, Ash appeared with a tray of three drinks.
"I hope you aren't tryin' to get me to drop my panties at some point," I said to Ash.
"Oh, Daddy, I just want you to be comfortable. You can stay here for the weekend and do whatever you want. Don't worry, Daddy, you're such a hot guy, after the divorce, you'll probably have a different woman every night of the week . . . maybe even before the divorce."
"She's right, Ron, you definitely won't have a problem findin' girls who want to date you," added Liz.
"Okay, I don't wanna be the guest of honor at a pity party and it definitely looks like I interrupted something here, so let's not talk about divorce anymore."
"Okay, Daddy. Before you got here, Liz and I were playin' truth or dare. Do you know that game?"
"Oh yeah, but I don't think I ever played it."
"Well, Ron, sometimes it can get a little hot, you know, kinda risqué, but we don't wanna embarrass you, but if you're up for some fun . . .."
"Oh, no, you won't embarrass me," I bragged. "And fun is just what I need. Whose turn is it?"
"Well, Daddy, since you just got here, we'll make it your turn, and you are giving a truth or dare to Liz," Ash explained.
'Okay, Liz, truth or dare?" I challenged her.
"Truth," she responded.
