Jim and Edie Again Ch. 01-03

I emphasized, "Yes, you just got yourself a steady girlfriend, Mister."

I sat in Bruce and Mindy's kitchen having coffee the next morning.

"So, I have a steady girlfriend. Edie ... and we really like each other. This just feels so special."

Mindy urged, "So, will you see her every day?"

"Do you think I should? Don't you think I'd wear out my welcome?"

Mindy rolled her eyes and Bruce looked perplexed. She said, "You are in love. It'll get better and better. You two belong together all the time."

I ventured, "Last night I dreamed we lived together."

Mindy whirled around and looked at me with a broad grin, "Great idea! You two should move in together."

I jerked back, "That's awfully presumptive. We've only been on one date -- well, two if you count another six-hour dinner last night."

Bruce jumped in, "Jim, how old are you?"

"Almost sixty."

"How long did you date Diane between when you met and got married?"

"Four years, but that was different ..."

Mindy picked up her husband's thread, "So, do you want to wait until you're sixty-four to wake up to the fact that you could have been loving Edie every day in a much better way?"

I cautiously said, "Nooooo."

Bruce nodded, "I agree with my wife, you should ask Edie to move in with you."

"If we move in together, we'd sleep together and have sex."

"Duh! That's the whole idea," Mindy said as though I were the dumbest male on the planet. I was starting to feel that way.

"But ... well ... I haven't had sex ... for years. I think I probably have ED. I wouldn't know how to begin a real seduction process."

Bruce rolled his eyes. He said, "First, off, the seduction process is not one sided. It's something you both do, like a dance. Remember about foreplay, and that starts hours before you get to the bedroom."

Mindy nodded, "It took me three decades to get him to learn that lesson, and he still forgets all the time." She laughed.

Bruce ignored Mindy's jab, and continued, "Sex is a mutual decision. If two people love each other, there's no predetermined way it has to end up. Orgasms are nice, but so is cuddling."

Mindy said, "Amen. So why don't we cuddle more? And, speaking of orgasms, ..."

Bruce ignored her again; "So don't get all overwrought about having to perform. You'll end up with performance anxiety, and that'll guarantee you'll ... not achieve your expectations. Just be a loving guy."

I shook my head. "We're way ahead of ourselves here. Suddenly we jumped from having a steady girlfriend, to living together, to sex. All big steps."

Mindy just shook her head, "We'll see."

Rita sat on my sofa as I paced back and forth in my own living room. Jim had come over in the morning for coffee, stayed for a couple of hours, and then left because he had a commitment to do volunteer work that afternoon at a Red Cross blood drive. Rita had appeared about a half-hour later.

"I said I'd be his steady girlfriend. What was I thinking?" I pondered out loud.

Rita smiled, "You were thinking you just met the man you want to spend the rest of your days with, and going steady was a great way to start."

"But we've only gone out twice, maybe for a total of sixteen or eighteen hours, plus the party at Bruce and Mindy's house and coffee this morning."

"Was there a bad moment the entire time?"

"Not one, except we were nervous about meeting each other at the beginning."

"Do you feel all a flutter in his presence? Does the word 'Love' keep running through your head?"

"Yes."

"So, give yourself over to him. Admit that you love him."

I twirled around, "What's that mean?"

"Make love to the man."

"Sex?"

"Duh. Yes."

"Rita, I haven't had sex since Harry died. You know that."

"You told me. So, get over it with Jim. It's a beautiful way for two people to get to know each other," Rita said dismissively.

"Why would he want to do that with me?"

"Oh, dear, you are being a ditzy blonde again. You are the most beautiful woman in the world for one, and you're 'hot.' Every red-blooded male that sees you wants to make love to you, and probably a good number of women too." After a pause, she added, "I'm not on that team, so don't worry, although ... Hey, you complained once to me that men still hit on you; see you've still got 'it'."

I'd had this discussion before. I got hit on enough to know she was probably right, but applying that logic specifically to Jim didn't make sense to me. He was different, and I already knew he treated me with great care, reverence, and respect.

I admitted, "I do want to spend a lot of time with him. I hate it even now that he's not here ... and I love kissing him."

"Is your heart fluttering?"

"Yes, every time I think about him, and that's all the time, and I know where you're going. I do think I'm in love with him, despite only having known him a few hours in total."

"Do you trust him?"

"Yes. I know he is genuine and authentic. He assures me he means what he says, and does what he says he'll do."

"Heck, you need to live together."

"Rita! That's a big step -- huge, in fact."

"Babe, you ain't getting any younger. You don't have time to mess around with long courtships. All that will do is rob you of the time you could be together."

"I'll think about it."

"You'd better. I won't let you slide by on this one either."

Jim came by again at six o'clock, this time with a bottle of white wine.

I don't think I'd spent so long saying hello to anyone else in my life. It took us a half-hour, and was full of cuddling and kisses on my living room sofa. I could have kept going, but some small voice of propriety made us finally stop.

Jim said, "You know I'm having a very hard time being away from you."

I chortled, "You just like our kissing and making out." I'd already established that Jim liked a little teasing now and then; in this case he seemed to ignore that feature of my remark.

"Not only that, but just being with you. I like watching you putter around the house, or the beach walk we did, and ... just everything about you."

"I'm feeling the same way, and I'm thinking that it's marvelous that we're both retired and can spend more time together without the distraction of work."

"You always see the bright side. I hadn't thought of that yet, and I like that about you. I love learning about you, and feel it's something that's happening every minute we're together."

I continued to chuckle at him. He obviously was as head over heels in love with me as I was with him. I'm sure we both had it written all over our faces.

I teased, thinking of Rita's remarks, "So what are we going to do about it?"

He said almost so I couldn't hear, "Dare we move in together?"

Jim had asked the magic question, and in just the right way. My heart leapt into my throat. I knew instantly and unequivocally that this was what I wanted. I practically shouted as I rushed to kiss him again, "OH YES, that'd be perfect. Yes. Yes. Yes. This is a dream come true. Let's do it. Let's live together."

"And you're sure that we won't hurt ourselves too badly in the long run," Jim asked cautiously but with a huge grin showing where his heart was at.

"I'm too old to go through a long courtship. Just hold me ... and love me."

"I do love you."

"And I love you."

"What will our friends think? Oh, my god, what will our children think?"

"Wasn't this what our friends wanted us to do?"

"Yes, but so soon?"

"Hell, why not?"

"And our children?"

Edie smiled, "They can mind their own business unless they're in total agreement with us."

Jim smiled at me. "Your place or mine?"

"Stay with me tonight, and we'll figure it out some time soon." I thought a minute and asked, "Dinner?"

"I'll take you out," Jim said, but I could tell he was surprised by my statement.

"Good. Let's go see Dan at the Beach Shack and tell him we got a room."

"Errr, shouldn't we wait until we ... get a little more intimate together."

"I'm a sure thing tonight -- even right now if you don't want to wait." Oh, my God. How did I ever find the courage to say that?

Jim smiled broadly at me, "Well, if you can put up with the waning capabilities of sixty-year-old male, I think right now sounds wonderful."

I kissed him again and again. "I just want to be held by you -- skin on skin. Anything else is nice and extra. I'm very easy to satisfy."

He laughed as I pulled him down the short hallway to my bedroom.

By the time Edie and I got to the Beach Shack, it was nine in the evening. We'd left Edie's bed a colossal mess with several wet spots attesting to the arousal that we felt about each other and about living and loving together. I think we were both shocked not only at how eager we were to make love with each other, but also how we responded to each other once we turned our passions loose. If the three-hours we spent making love were any indication, we were going to have an active and romantic sex life as part of our new relationship.

Dan, the owner of the Shack, was surprised to see us again so soon after our last visit and my long absence from the restaurant. He was still happy to serve us dinner despite the relatively late hour. The place had a few other patrons, but most of the traffic was at the bar and not in his small dining room. Looking out over the bay was like looking into a sea of darkness given the late hour. The lights across the bay were pretty, but nothing compared to Edie.

My heart kept fluttering and skipping beats every time I looked at her, every time she spoke, or whenever I had a thought about her. I was in love and falling deeper by the minute. I tried to reason with myself that we'd only spent a few hours together and that this was moving too fast, but then I'd argue that I was too old for a long courtship and so what, who cares, no risk -- no gain, and so on.

Edie and I held hands across the table until our meals arrived. After that, we talked over dinner about a risky topic: politics. We were both pleased that we agreed on so many points that it was as if we were of a single mind.

After we'd kind of put politics to bed, Edie asked, "What other topics should we talk about that are kind of dangerous to a relationship?"

I laughed and said, "Sex?"

She laughed. "After how we responded to each other, I doubt we're very far apart on that subject. I hope you plan to keep doing that daily -- morning, noon, and night."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you sure inspired me. I need to make a confession to you." I blushed, so she knew that something was afoot.

"What? You took a pill? I don't care."

I said, "No pills, but that's a good idea. I'll ask my doctor tomorrow for a prescription, especially if you want what we just did to happen three times a day."

"Well, then, what's your confession?"

I balked, but finally admitted, "I printed out a picture of you from the Internet and made a large blow-up of it. I put it in a frame in my office. I didn't think you'd ever see it, but now I'm sure you will when you come to my home."

Edie squinted at him, "And which picture of me is that?"

"A nude -- very tasteful and erotic. The photographer really captured your beauty and mischievous spirit."

"That's over thirty years old," she protested.

"And you're just as beautiful today as you were then; more so, in fact. Someday I will ask to take a similar photo of you. With digital photography there's no one else to see what the photos are. I do, however, want to get a huge enlargement of a nude photo of you."

"And if I refuse?" she said with her eyes sparkling.

"I'll have to cut your ration of wake-up sex in half."

She laughed. "I'm actually flattered that I had that kind of impact on your thinking before you came to the house today. I thank you again for the flowers."

"I'm glad you're not angry at my perversion over your naked body."

She took his hand, "If you love somebody, it's not a perversion -- it's desire and longing for contact. That's what I want with you. Moreover, I'll show you what perverted is as soon as we get back home."

I looked at her with a question. "Share?"

"I will be your dream girl. I will walk around nude and available all night and all day ... unless we're expecting visitors. I want to be your sex object."

I chuckled, "In my career as a manager and executive I went out of my way not to objectify women as sex objects. You'll be working against forty years of conditioning. On the other hand, I will do my best to treat you accordingly. What will you do if I grab at your available body?"

Edie grinned, "Fall into your lap and spread my legs so you can have your way with me."

"Edie, I love you as more than a sex object."

"I should hope so, but we're going to have a lot of fun with the sexual part of our relationship. I don't know about your marriage with Diane but you indicated it was a slow ending. I suspect you haven't been very active sexually for a long time. I haven't done anything sexual with anybody since Harry died ... until this evening and you. You woke up every lusty urge inside me and suddenly my remaining teenage hormones are telling me that I have to make up for lost time. We just had the best sex EVER!"

I was laughing because Edie was right. I couldn't remember the last time Diane and I had sex, and we probably didn't have intercourse anyway. Once she got diagnosed, her libido died long before the rest of her.

I said, "Further confession. From long before Diane passed, I became a fan of online adult videos and pornography. I have a pretty active libido if I allow it to run free."

"Please do," Edie urged with a smile. "Not that I'm into pornography these days, but I'd like to see some of what turns you on. I want to see what my competition is. I also have a pretty active libido, but my manner of coping resides in a drawer in my bedside table, specifically a selection of girl toys that can be very stimulating and orgasm producing."

I nodded, "Well, we'll have to see what else our active libidos can conjure up together. I guess we don't have any secrets now."

Edie raise one hand slightly above the table top. "I still do. Let me think about how to tell you. When I started to discover boys late in high school -- maybe earlier -- I discovered a way to get some cheap thrills. I would expose myself to them -- supposedly unintentionally. Today, I guess you'd say I'd flash them. I'd have wardrobe malfunctions, or sit kind of funny and forget about modesty. A few classmates and a couple of teachers got rewarded accordingly."

I laughed, "So, you're an exhibitionist?"

"More so, with every passing year from that point forward. Think about the mindset that a model has to have. She is going to exhibit herself to the public. She plans it, dresses for it, does make up for it, practices for it, and then does it. Whether clothed or nude, it's all exhibitionism.

"Most of my photographs that are online came from my fashion work, but there were thousands of nude shots that remain buried in various photographer's files. Some, I know were pretty erotic ... and more than a few were downright pornographic. I have many of them; someday, I'll share them with you."

I asked, "How'd that happen, and yet you remained so natural and pure in much of your other work?"

Edie laughed, "Before I met Harry, I was kind of wild -- slutty, even. I modeled through college, and that's when I did a lot of my erotic photos. I also made up for a stilted social life in high school. I was so pretty, I was over the top to most of the boys in my high school class, so I didn't get asked out much. I discovered in college that sex could help rectify that problem. If I had sex, I'd get asked out. I wanted to go on lots of dates, so I fucked a lot." She giggled.

She went on, "When we met, Harry was a junior consultant for a large firm. They were teaching him how to assess a business and then make changes that could save his clients millions. In my case, Harry swept me off my feet and kind of got me on a better and more businesslike path. I kept modeling, but after we were dating, I started paying more attention to the whole business of modeling, photography, fashion, and so on. Later, we married, and I got pregnant. That really began my transition into the business side of the modeling business."

"So, you gave up the racier side of things?" I posed with a grin.

"Yes, pretty much, about thirty years ago. Part of that involved suppressing my libido and my ego, or more accurately, redirecting it. Part of my work was to train models. The key trait I'd look for when I interviewed them was exhibitionism; how willing were they to wear or do outrageous things in front of an audience?"

We were back in Edie's bed after our late dinner, and somehow, I responded to her and we made love a fourth time before cuddling together and falling asleep. I was thinking that I'd just set a personal record.

I barely slept. Jim was beside me asleep, but after a nap I woke up in his arms and just stayed there basking in the comfort and love I felt from him and that I was radiating to him. I often shut my eyes, but my brain was generating fantasy after fantasy about Jim and me, and most of them were sexual and romantic.

We'd spent another long lovemaking session before turning out the light to sleep. I loved looking at his naked body and I know he liked mine; he told me so over and over. I loved being plundered by this man. Further, he had stamina and staying power. I remained surprised that I hadn't developed a sore vagina from his fingering, oral sex, and our fucking in about every position in the Kama Sutra. Moreover, I continued to leak from both our before dinner and our after-dinner passion, at least I did until as part of our playful time, Jim went down on me and licked away some of my leakage.

I wanted to let myself go with Jim, to return to being a 'wild girl' sexually, or whatever he wanted. I'd told him that I'd walk around naked for him, and I still wanted that. I really wanted him to take me whenever he wanted. If he was interested, I wanted to be instantly ready to fuck and show him how much I wanted to be with him in every way possible. So much the better if my body enticed him into something sexual.

As I lay there, held loosely in his arms, I reached into my nether region with both hands and masturbated to yet another orgasm. I think I'd had more orgasms in the past nine hours than in the past three years.

When Harry died, I gave up on sex. I was suddenly a mature woman and, in my mind, older single women didn't have sex. I stopped everything for a while, but eventually bought a dildo and a vibrator online, and then made good use of them.

Jim had awoken every latent sexual urge in every part of my body. I wanted to be awash in his cum. I wanted him to make love to every inch of my body over and over. I wanted to tantalize him by doing things in front of him that would arouse him to new heights. I wanted him to want me more than anything in the world.

My orgasm made me sleepy and I drifted off again. I awoke again with the morning sun creeping into the room around the shades. I snuck down in the bed, even getting under the sheet. I took Jim's cock in my hand and gently inserted his glans into my mouth. He was sticky with our lovemaking from the night before, and I loved that fact.

I sucked and ran my tongue all around his sensitive head. I cradled his balls in my hand and lightly stroked the whole area, erotically stimulating my new lover. I wondered if he'd recovered enough to be able to make love again.

He'd complained the night before about his 'limitations' as an older man. Hell, if he was 'limited' then how had he been able to make love to me four times, and deliver over a dozen earth-shattering orgasms to me. At one point, all he had to do was touch one of my erogenous zones and I'd cum. My nipples reminded me that they had a direct connection to my clitoris. He sucked on one, and the other spasmed in an orgasm.