A Park Affair

I was over my ex and it appeared she was over hers. My parents knew I was spending time with her as I found myself mentioning her often in phone calls to my mother. I knew the one time she had met my parents she had made a positive impression. Not that my parents didn't express reservations about my spending time with a divorced woman. The suggestion, of course, was that I could do better with a woman that had never been married. That had been an interesting conversation and they had finally agreed she was nice enough once I reminded them my girlfriend had always been single.

Wendy had a maturity about her that affected me as we spent more time together. I had experienced some ups and down with her following the divorce. All things I had read about and understood what was going on in general when it happened. I knew I was hooked on her once I started reading articles on how to date a divorced woman. Damn if the web didn't have something useful for a change. It provided me with the insight and tools to be patient and support her. Now, I hoped there was going to be more of a payoff.

I walked into my bedroom, opened the top drawer of my dresser, and pulled the diamond engagement ring out and looked at it. I hadn't used it as I had planned. Now, I was thinking it would be appreciated if given to the right woman. I could see the smile in my mind it would bring to Wendy's face when I asked her to marry me.

I also knew that if we started to date it would mean things that had been off the table as friends would now change. The mere thought made me hard, it had been a long time since...

Wendy

I waited for Robb to pick me up, feeling butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

I was keyed up so much that Clara laughed at me good naturedly. "Wendy, stop your pacing. You look wonderful, it's not like you haven't spent time with him. You're going to blow his mind when he sees you dolled up this way."

"Do you really think so? I mean I'm trying to look a little less sexy as we're going out with his parents."

"You look beautiful. You can't hide that gorgeous figure and your makeup is perfect. Your eyes alone are going to slay him."

I heard the knock on the door, picked up my purse and light coat.

I looked at Clara. "Well... here I go."

I opened the door to see Robb standing in a sports coat, slacks, his hair clean, and styled. I gasped quietly as I looked at him. I gave a smile not knowing what else to do. He looked at me and smiled as his eyes took me in, his gaze meeting mine. He just stood there looking at me. I felt a bit self-conscious. It was Clara that saved me as I was staring at him, speechless.

"What do you think of your date Robb?"

'She's... she's fantastic. She's beautiful. She's a knockout."

I managed to compose myself. "Is it cold enough for me to wear my coat?"

"No, I think you'll be fine. It's mild out yet. I... I... just wasn't expecting you to...

"You know you look quite handsome," I offered.

He reached for my hand with a smile, "Thank you. But, no one is going to notice me. Not with you standing beside me."

Stunned by the remark I simply stood there.

"Have a good time you two," as Clara shooed us out the door.

I walked with Robb out to the car and got in after he opened the door for me. I automatically put my seat belt on and tried to collect myself. This was not at all what I expected to happen between us. I mean after seven months we had been together how many times? Dozens of times was all I could come up with. Sure I had used him in my mind more often than that, his image had served me well.

When I looked over at him he was putting his seat belt on and when our eyes met mine he smiled, "Are you nervous?"

I nodded my head. Was it that obvious?

"I am too. Come on, you're met my parents before. It's going to be fine. We're making something out of nothing. More than it needs to be, though you look really nice tonight."

"Then why are we both feeling this way?" I asked.

I don't know exactly. Do you think because we called it a date it makes a difference?

"I feel different, that's all I can say. It's just different," as he pulled the car out onto the street.

When we arrived at the restaurant and walked in his parents were waiting in the foyer for us. Most of my nervousness had subsided as we had talked about nothing in particular on the way; small talk that seemed to settle both of us down. But, I couldn't help but feel I was seeing him in a different way than I had before.

"Nice to see you again Wendy," his mother offered as soon as we stopped in front of them. His father offered a similar comment and I found myself reaching for Robb's hand as I replied with a smile. It felt reassuring and natural, my heart told me I needed his touch.

Robb

I was pleased Wendy had agreed to go to dinner with me. I didn't mind going to dinner with my parents. In fact, I enjoyed my time with them. It was different after I broke up with my ex as before there was always something to talk about that spoke to the future. Once my relationship with her ended it seemed as if there was a expectation I had moved on. The last two times we visited there had been a void that begged to be filled when my mother asked if I were seeing anyone..

It was somewhat selfish of me to ask Wendy for a date to make things easier on myself. Though I had to admit there was more to it than that. I needed an excuse to change our relationship from what it was to something different. I liked her, I liked her a lot, and over the past few months it seemed as if she were ready for something more in her life. When she said yes it took hours for me to calm down when it was clear it was a date. For some reason calling it that made a difference. When she opened the door and I saw her standing there it hit me full force. She was gorgeous and well... she was... I don't know... another woman in a way I hadn't expected her to be.

During dinner I couldn't help be impressed with how she presented herself in front of my parents. She was confident, respectful, and displayed her wonderful sense of humor. I could tell my parents were impressed with her this time. It was when she reached over to place her hand on mine that I knew she was comfortable with me in a new way. If she could have felt how hard my heart was beating after that brief touch she would have laughed at me for being so sensitive.

We said goodbye to my parents and walked to my car hand in hand. How often had we walked that way together in the past? Now, it seemed just a little bit different and I couldn't understand why it should be. This while my heart was beating a tattoo in my chest.

Chapter 11 Just A Speedbump

Robb

"Are you up for relaxing at my place for a while, or are you ready to head home."

"It's early yet, Friday night, and all I have planned for tomorrow is our shift at the food bank. I think I can force myself to spend a little more time with you," she laughed.

I had my hand on the car door ready to open it and when I turned her face was less than two feet away. I looked into her eyes and knew instantly, I had no choice, there was no decision to make, only an action to take.

I tugged on her hand and she stepped closer, closed her eyes and our lips met firmly. My entire body felt as if it had flushed bright red, the excitement raging within me as our lips held, our breathing heavy. The world faded away and all that remained the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, and the pressure of her body against mine.

Wendy

It had been a wonderful evening. His parents were wonderful, the food sumptuous, and Robb had been every bit the gentleman. Not that he hadn't always been, but there was something special about the way he looked at me. When I touched his hand as I laughed a surge of electricity coursed through me and I quickly placed my hand in my lap. I sought to catch my breath without revealing what had happened.

I was waiting for him to open the car door when I felt the first drop of rain on my hand. It was starting to sprinkle as he turned to me. I felt my heart skip a beat, then another as I looked into his eyes. I didn't think, I wanted him, I wanted his lips on mine, and there was no reason to deny myself.

I pushed my lips onto his and felt my entire body shiver with delight. I was whisked away by a hint of cologne, his strong arms around me, the feel of cool drops of rain on my skin as I felt my knees go weak as his passion consumed me. A gust of wind and rain broke our kiss. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, those wonderful eyes looking into mine. They had told me time and again he cared for me and now I fully believed it.

I laughed, as if I'd been freed from some invisible trap, now free to be myself and to love. He laughed with me as he moved me into the car as the rain suddenly came pelting down.

Once in the car I had all I could do to keep my hands from clutching him, to draw him close to share another kiss. His hand came to take mine and we held hands as he drove. Once at his apartment we made a mad dash for the door through a downpour. Once inside we stood looking at one another. His hand came to the side of my face and I closed my eyes, once again taken away as my passion for him erupted, a low moan escaped my lips, a perfect form of communication suited to the fire burning inside me. We clutched at each other, hands seeking to find a place to pull us so close we would fuse into one being. Our breathing heavy as our lips sought to convey our desires.

Slowly, he pulled away. "Am I being too brash for a first date?"

"No, am I too easy for a first date?"

"No. I would never think you're not entitled to express your needs and desires as you need to."

I smiled at him coyly. "I'll never tell anyone you took me on our first date. Promise."

Chapter 12 A True Union

It was as if we had never been in bed together before, as if the way we first met didn't mean a thing. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and started to undress me as I did the same to him. My hands were shaking as I pulled his zipper down, my body tingled hot all over. I was so ready, a hot ache grew steadily beneath my bush.

I slipped under the sheets as he followed and I snuggled into him and I heard his voice softly in my ear. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, slow and easy if we can. I'm really sensitive. Can I feel you first?" I asked in a hush as if that would somehow make it more erotic.

"Yes, my god you feel so wonderful, so soft," he whispered in my ear.

I moved my hand downward, found his penis, closed my fingers around it gently, and moved my hand down to his scrotum, feeling its texture sent another hot tingle rushing to my bush. I was breathing hard as my fingers gently explored, my mind filled in what I could feel. It had been so long since I had grasped a man this way. The sensations that filled me spoke to my eager anticipation of what I would experience. His hand caressed my breast and I closed my eyes feeling his firm member as it overfilled my hand. It was minutes before my hand left him. I moved to kiss him, pressing my pussy against his hip as our lips met as my passion began to spill over. The hot ache had turned to a thrumming feeling and I couldn't wait any longer.

"I need you inside slow and easy," I whispered as I moved beside him.

I watched as he pulled the sheets back and came over me as I spread my legs wide. I felt a big shiver as he moved over me. I wasted no time in placing him. His first push sent him just inside, I felt a huge rush of pleasure that made me gasp.

Before he could ask I offered. "I'm fine. Keep going, it feels good."

I felt a little less pressure, then another pleasurable surge as he pushed deeper. Another gasp as it felt do damned good. I looked up smiling an invitation for more.

He pulled out a little, then slowly lowered himself down, filling me. I grasped his hips and hitched my pelvis under him feeling another series of sensations as I placed myself where it felt best. I was going to move under him again when he hitched up slightly hitting my sweet spot. I couldn't help but push up against him as another surge of heat hit me. He wasn't deep, but he didn't need to be. I pulled him down on top of me, grasping his shoulders, my chin at his shoulder. I whispered into his ear, closed my eyes, and let heaven take me.

Robb

I undressed her and marveled at her beautiful curves as they appeared with the removal of each article of clothing. I was almost in a daze as we slipped under the sheets, the feel of her skin against mine as she snuggled in against me was indescrible. The tip of my penis was so sensitive I was glad she wasn't making but minimal contact. We kissed, each kiss sweet and firm that excited her even more as her fingers explored.

She quickly moved beneath me, placing me at her opening, guiding me. I had hardly moved downward when she pushed upward driving me inside. She gasped, then grasped my hips and pulled me down onto her just a little more. Another gasp, my movement slick and smooth. It was time to settle down onto her and give myself rest, the stimulation intense as she was tight. I didn't want to go off, I fought to keep control as she moved below me. It felt absolutely incredible. Had she felt this way the first time? I couldn't remember as the situation had been so different, my concentration focused differently.

It was no more than a dozen thrusts later when she grasped my shoulders and stiffened beneath me with a small moan, then lay still, breathing deeply. I felt her relax and exhale slowly. I thrust a few more times and found she was so slick I didn't get any stimulation. I smiled to myself, she really was sensitive this time, more than I was.

I pulled out and lay down next to her as pleased as I had ever been. She was going to be mine.

Wendy

From the very first it felt incredibly good. He had barely established a rhythm when I felt myself come to the edge, then tighten around him as a huge wave of pleasure took me. I couldn't believe it, I had never in my life orgasmed so quickly. I felt him start to move in and out a little and couldn't feel a thing in my wetness.

"Did you come?" I asked not knowing if he had.

"No, didn't have time. Glad you did beautiful."

"I'm sorry. That has never happened before. It felt the best ever."

"Don't you dare say you're sorry he chided. Our first date, our first time in bed, and you have your first orgasm. That's a good start in my book."

It was strange. He said it was our first time in bed, only it wasn't. Unless he meant the woman that night was someone who had taken over my body for her own reasons. He viewed me as a new woman and the thought thrilled me. I was a new woman for him, the other had faded away, never to return.

I felt him pull me close and I snuggled into him not knowing what to say. I remembered enough about our first time and he had gotten me there both times. He had felt large when he entered me this time and that I didn't remember from before. Still, I felt badly--a man almost always has an orgasm. Then I had a sense of insecurity--maybe I wasn't tight enough.

I whispered into his hair, "I was tight enough wasn't I?"

"You're perfect, don't think you're not. Are you ready to call it a night?"

"No, not until I satisfy you."

"You already have."

"No, you know what I mean. I'm ready right now if you are."

"I just thought of something. Are you going to stay all night?"

"Yes, I mean if you want me to."

"Then you should call Clara and tell her so she won't worry about you."

Wendy

It was already after ten and I wasn't sure Clara would pick up so I expected to send a text if I didn't connect. I was surprised when she picked up after three rings.

"Hey girl! How did it go?"

"Good, I mean it was amazing. I'll tell about it later. I wanted you to know I won't be home tonight."

"I didn't expect you to be. But, thanks for thinking to call me," she chuckled.

"You didn't expect me to come home? I asked confused.

"I saw the way both of you looked at one another. He is so in love with you and you stood there like a love-starved puppy looking at him."

I felt myself flush, happy she couldn't see me wrapped in a towel.

"Have a good night and if you do it enough times you'll sleep well. You can tell me about it later. Good night."

"Good night," I replied feeling as if I had bared my soul.

Chapter 13 Contentment and a New Life

I walked back into the bedroom and slipped into bed and into Robb's arms. Needless to say it was late before we fell asleep. I was so pleased with how much fun sex was--the best ever actually. The amazing thing was I didn't have to beg for what I wanted. Things my ex would never agree to. If it was something other than a penis shoved into me he wouldn't even try. If I asked, Robb gave, then I gave in return. We went forward with the expectation of mutual gratification. When we engaged in intercourse before calling it quits for the night I rode him and reveled in watching him climax. Damn if he didn't make me happy.

When I woke in the morning I felt rejuvenated, my life transformed. I tried not to make more out of it then what was, but how could I not? I had memories of how much in love I had been before I was married and how blind I had been. I wasn't anxious to repeat that mistake. I was still gun shy I guess.

I was lying with my eyes closed thinking when I felt a hand come to rest on my stomach. Robb rolled toward me. I moved my hand and placed it over his as I felt myself warm with the thought I might enjoy another round. I was surprised at what he asked me.

"No second thoughts, regrets?"

I opened my eyes, "Second thoughts? Only that I'm glad you're been so patient with me. I know I've had my ups and downs. I took you for quite a ride those first few months. Regrets? Yes, I have a few of those too. But, none of them pertain to you unless you consider I wish I'd met you years ago."

"Wendy, I'm not moving too fast for you am I? I don't know what happened yesterday for sure. The thing was, when you opened the door for me and I saw you standing there... well... I guess it changed me. I didn't feel I should be so cautious anymore. I felt I needed you to know how much I adore you and how talented you are as a woman. I've watched you grow at work, at the food coop, and when we've been together. I know I have my faults, but you seem to have accepted me despite them."

I rolled toward him, placing his hand on my hip. "Being married once taught me things that help put things into perspective. I can live with your flaws, they aren't things that really matter. You've proven you're willing to try and change when I explain what bothers me. I hope I do the same for you."

Before he could say anything I went on.

"The fact that we've had disagreements and worked through them isn't lost on me. I lived with a man who didn't know how to compromise. You don't lecture me, you value my opinions, and respect me. Honey, you aren't perfect and I'm not expecting you to be, I'm not either. What you offer me is more than enough and I've come to love you for what you are. I hope my telling you I love you isn't too soon."

He looked at me with a wry smile, "Wow! I should have asked you out on a date months ago."

I swatted at him laughing. "I'm glad you didn't as sex was the frosting on the cake, and I love cake. I was still on a diet months ago and I wouldn't have been ready."

***

It was a month later when we visited my parents and I introduced Robb to them. I had talked with my parents often and told them I was dating Robb to prepare them. The two days we spent with them went well and before we left to return home my mother told me she thought Robb was very nice. Coming from my mother that was high praise, and I took comfort in it. I had watched my father and Robb interact and could tell there was good chemistry between them--something missing from my marriage.