It's February 14th, Valentine's Day, as I write this. I've always considered the day as the beginning of mating season. You know, sentimental cards, roses, romantic poems, wine, candlelight dinners, kisses, all a prelude to an evening of love making. So, tonight, I'm going to observe the ritual by romancing my almost girlfriend.
Now the idea would be perfect if we had met before. Actually, we had met online, but not face to face. She's eighteen, pretty, sexy and unattached. I'm older with, according to her, a little better than average looks and unattached. We both enjoyed telling about our fantasies online, one of which is sex. She said she was between boyfriends. I asked how many. She said a few and that led to how many she had sex with. It sounded like more than a few. She seemed honest and uninhibited in that way. So here's hoping I get lucky.
I'd say we both were feeling a little sorry for ourselves, something they used to call the blues. So we both were looking for companionship and that's how we decided to hook up on Valentine's Day. I only hope she meant "hook up" the same way as I did.
We're meeting tonight at Drury Sports Bar. It has a relaxed friendly atmosphere and a great place for singles to hang out. That's where she'll meet me tonight promising to wear a red sweater with a plunging neckline without a bra. She said bras only get in the way later, as she put it. I'll be in my alma mater's sweatshirt, giving me a younger look, although she said she liked dating older men. "They last longer," she said. Hell, I've already lasted ten years longer than her already, but I don't think that's what she meant.
This wouldn't be much of a story if the reader had to wait a day to find out what happened tonight. So, I'll let this one simmer for a while and write about it later if it's equal to my expectations. Let me tell about a few other Valentine's Days.
It started long ago. I met my wife on Valentine's Day at a church dinner. Felicia was eighteen and just graduated from high school. I was twenty. I was not her first choice that night. Felicia is far too beautiful to have given me a second glance. First, she and her younger sister were tight with each other and rarely left each other's side. Secondly, Felicia already had a boyfriend who was never far away. I merely drooled at the thought of dating her. My fantasy didn't stop there. I dreamed that when we had sex the first time, she was a virgin. Felicia certainly had the looks of a virgin.
The next time we met was at the grocery store. I got up some nerve to say hello. She gave me a dazzling smile and said, "You're Tim, right?"
"No, it's Dan."
"Oh sorry. You look like a Tim. Are you at the University?"
"No, I'm at our community college."
"Hey, that's where I'm going, but I wish I could afford to go to school in California where Richard, my boyfriend, is going."
"Yeah, that's a bummer, but you'll love going to school here. It's a great campus and terrific professors."
"I heard that, but California with Richard would be better."
I saw Felicia on campus over the next several months and into the winter. The college was giving a Valentine's Day party a year after I'd seen her at church. With a great deal of nerves, I asked her to go with me.
"Felicia, I know you have a boyfriend, but maybe he'll understand that you need to get out from time to time."
She looked a little bewildered, even sad, when I said that. "I don't think I'm ready, Tim. Richard and I broke up at Christmas."
"It's Dan. Look, think it over. I'll call you in a week."
I called and she had thought it over and said, Yes. I was in heaven.
Although I might not be handsome like her Richard, I'm pretty good as a conversationalist. She said she liked that I was laid back and had a sense of humor. So, we had a good time.
Much of the time at the party, guys were hitting on her. I often felt like a third wheel. Finally, I said, let's get out of here and go get some ice cream. She said, "No, I need a gin and tonic."
At the bar is when she confessed her anger with Richard and how he cheated, even in high school. "On Christmas Eve," she told me, "we were doing it in his house while his parents were at church. That's when he said, and I'll never forget this, he said, 'You're a good fuck, Felicia, but nothing like Cynthia'. Oh my god, he was fucking Cynthia, my best friend! That ended it right then.
"I thought we would get married after college and have, you know, 2.6 kids and a house with a picket fence. Okay, I idolized it, but that's how it was supposed to be with me and Richard."
I sympathized and said that every fairytale doesn't end with a happy ending. "Tell me about the 2.6 kids."
She laughed. "I know, it sounds silly, but that's the joke in our family. The average number of kids born in our town is 2.6, so we go with that."
We both laughed, then she cried.
I hugged her, then without thinking, I kissed her and she kissed back. We went to my pad that night and my fantasy was nearly realized. Felicia stayed the night. It's just that she wasn't a virgin.
After we finished the first time, Felicia looked up at me with a wicked grin and said, "I'm a good fuck, aren't I, Tim?"
"It's Dan, and you are a good fuck, Felicia, but we have to try it again to be sure."
She laughed and said, "Okay, whenever you're ready."
I was soon ready and mounted her for a second time. We continued until dawn.
From then on, we were friends with benefits. By the next Valentine's Day, we were such good friends that we couldn't get enough of each other's body. That Valentine's Day she told me what she was giving up for Lent that began on Ash Wednesday. Felicia said she was giving up sex until Easter. I gave her a fake laugh and said, "You'll be sex-starved and die of malnutrition." She laughed.
I had hoped she was kidding. She wasn't, but Felicia happened to like sex, so that didn't last long. We were friends, then lovers, then married.
She said she loved me, but I suspected she loved someone else even more. Richard was still on her mind and each time we made love, it was Richard she was remembering. I only found that out after the divorce. That part comes later in the story.
We got along fine as a married couple. Felicia had a job with an accounting firm. I was a programmer for a start-up company and worked a lot at home. We were making a good living for a couple our age.
In our fourth year of marriage, Felicia's father retired and her parents moved to Florida. There was a catch. Felicia's younger sister, Ashley, was still in high school, and they wanted her to finish at the school she was attending. After all, her friends were there, and it would be very hard for her to start all over. Their parents asked if Ashley could stay with us until graduation. We had the space at our home and the picket fence Felicia always wanted, so why not?
Everything started well at first. There was an adjustment period, of course, and we weren't sure about setting rules like homework and being home at a reasonable hour. Ashley was a typical teenager who liked to press our buttons and challenge the rules. We remember our teenage years and put up with it as best we could.
One thing that really irritated Felicia was Ashley prancing out of the shower without a robe. Felicia repeatedly told her sister that there were other people in the house and one of them was her husband.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Ashley would reply. "He's old enough, right?"
Felicia just shook her head and said, "Don't do it anymore," but she did it anyway to my delight.
Ashley was only sixteen but already had ample breasts like her sister's. In addition, she was shaved so by the looks of it and her uninhibited attitude, she probably wasn't a virgin. Felicia had been screwing Richard at that age, so Felicia was tolerant of her sexually active sister and never made a point of making an issue out of it. The only concern she had was when she said to Ashley, "I know what it's like in high school and boys will be boys, girls will be girls. Are you on the pill?
"Of course, Sis. Mom put me on it before they left for Florida."
"Well, don't make a habit of doing it. We all have reputations to live down."
I suspected she was making a habit of it. It being screwing the boys.
My suspicions were confirmed the morning Felicia was at work and Ashley and I were home together. I was still in my pajamas when Ashley walked into my office after her shower with wet hair and nothing else.
Looking like a drowned kitten, she said, "Do you like the way I look, Daddy?" She started calling me Daddy right from the first day she moved into our house. It was always said in a baby girl voice to tease me, so I began calling her Baby. This time it was more than just a tease.
"You look fabulous, Baby."
"I know but do I look sexy?"
"Yes, you look sexy."
"Do I look desirable, Daddy?"
"Yes, Baby, you look very desirable."
"Do I look desirable to you?" she purred with her baby voice.
"Of course."
"Well?" she asked.
"Well, what?" I asked knowing full well what she was up to.
At that, she hopped on my lap looking up at me with those innocent puppy-dog eyes. "You want me don't you Daddy? I know the way you look at me. You want to fuck me, don't you?"
I stuttered a few words like, "You are a very very beautiful girl, Baby."
"But you want to fuck me now, don't you?" At that, she slid off my lap onto her knees with her head between my legs pulling at my pajama bottoms. My cock popped out in a flash and Ashley let out a squeal. "Oh my god, you are big like Trevon at school!"
"So, you've been fucking a black boy?"
"Oh Daddy, don't be so conventional. We fuck the guy we're with if we like him. I like Trevon. It doesn't matter if he is black or white, big or small." Then she took me in her mouth, her hot. slobbering, slurpy mouth.
She ran her tongue gingerly along my veiny shaft, down the base of its trunk and back up to where she kissed the bulbous head, causing me to jump.
“Come on, relax Daddy, we can work this out,” Ashley said softly looking up at me and slowly taking my cock back inside her mouth.