As I had written earlier, Valentine's Day marks the beginning of the mating season. Male birds begin singing to attract females, squirrels scurry around looking for a mate, and guys buy roses to enhance a lady's libido. It is also an eventful time of the year for me. The thing about Valentine's Day is that it reappears once a year along with memories from my past. This year it was more than a little surprise to have Ashley suggest I contact her high school girlfriend for an illicit liaison.
"You gotta be kidding Ashley," I barked. "How would we meet? I mean, it wouldn't be my style to call a stranger and say let's spend some time together in bed."
"It's easier than that, Dan. You can connect through Facebook since you and I are friends like Laurie and me. She's a darling of a girl, and I know you will love her. You just have to go slow and be gentle."
I said, "I'll have to think about it," although I wasn't going to wait long. "What makes you think she wants to fuck me?"
"A women's intuition, Daddy. After I told her how much fun we've had together, it peeked her interest. She kind of seemed ready to have that kind of fun and excitement in her life."
I had to ask, "Is she one of the kids you fooled around with in high school?"
"Of course, but that was so long ago. All the girls were fooling around trying to find out about sex. We tried out a few girly toys. She might have been with us, I'm not sure. That was ages ago. Anyway, I did them one better and had you."
A day after Ashley left to continue her promotional tour of adult book stores as the studio's star attraction, I received a friend request from Laurie. It said, "Nice to see Ashley again. Glad she could spend some time with you. I had a nice chat with her at lunch."
I confirmed the friendship and wrote, "Did you know her in high school?" I tried to be discrete and play ignorant although I knew the answer. Facebook can be rather public, so it was best to appear distant and uninvolved at the beginning.
Then she wrote, "Yes, she was in my class. Maybe I'll see you in church on Sunday to catch up."
There are two things about that. First, Laurie has a pretty, youthful, even sexy face, but I didn't remember her as one of Ashley's high school friends. Secondly, I don't go to church. This Sunday would have to be different.
I sat in a pew in the back anxious for the service to be over. It seemed to go on forever. Then there was a matter of finding Laurie in the crowd. She found me. I turned when she tapped me on the shoulder, and I saw her incredible smile and radiant face. "Hello, Dan. It's been a while," she said as if we were old friends.
"Yes, Laurie. Good to see you," and we hugged moving the clock forward in front of her husband. She introduced me to him as Ashley's brother-in-law and we shook hands. He was a handsome guy, but a bit removed. When he moved toward the door, Laurie stayed behind and gave me her e-mail address and cell number. At least now we could communicate privately, and it was a signal that Ashley was right. Laurie was ready to move forward with our relationship.
We met for dinner on the Thursday after Valentine's Day when the church and her husband had choir rehearsal. Laurie didn't say much at dinner. I did my best to encourage her tell me about the frustrations that Ashley had mentioned. Outside the restaurant on the way home, she stopped in front of her car and started crying.
"Dan, you were so patient in there at dinner. I came here to tell you what's been happening with me and my husband, then I was too scared to say anything."
"I understand, Laurie. We have a little more time if you feel more comfortable about it now. We sat in the back of her car, and she began a long story. This is a Reader's Digest version.
She talked about high school, her early marriage, the church, her father-in-law most of which I knew from Ashley. Then she got around to telling me that her husband and her are married in name only.
"You know, Dan, I thought most things were normal when we were in high school except for one thing. I probably was the only girl a virgin when we graduated. Sure, my husband and I fooled around touching and kissing. Every so often he let me hold his erection and rub it until it began pulsing. Once in awhile, he had contractions and it spurted up. I thought of that every time I turned on the water fauntain at school. It was like that only creamy. Every time that happened, he would break down crying saying, 'Forgive me Lord for I have sinned.' He never touched me except to kiss me goodnight."
"Do you think he was scared of something?"
"Yes, I'm sure of it because he was keeping a secret. You see, shortly after we were married, I caught him in bed with someone else. He was having sex with a guy we knew in high school. It wasn't that I was shocked, but I was angry that I didn't know he was gay. So now you see why I'm the only married virgin on the earth."
"And you told Ashley you thought I could help?"
"No, not like that. She always said how compassionate you were and an understanding friend. At first, I thought you were a child abuser when Ashley said she was doing it with her brother-in-law. But Ashley seduced you right under the nose of her sister. I thought it was the other way around when she said you two were having sex. It was her fault that you divorced Felicia."
"I can't say that is entirely true. Anyway, I would like to get together with you soon. What do you think?"
"Yes, I would like that." I gave her a fatherly kiss and left for my car. Oh how I wanted to fuck her right there in the backseat of her car.
In the morning, she sent a thank you for dinner and the nice conversation. Laurie said she had free time Saturday afternoon, and we could meet at the grocery store if I wished. I went shopping with her at one in the afternoon. Neither of us were interested in groceries.
In my car, we stopped at a fast food restaurant for lunch, then drove to a private area in the park. We talked a little, but it was obvious she had her mind on something else.
"Do you think sex is dirty?" she asked.
"Well, let's hope so," I said. "If it's not, I don't see how men could get erections and women's vaginas could get wet. Sex is so much mental."
"No, I mean dirty like a sin."
"Laurie, I don't think it's listed in the ten commandments."
"But it is. Thou shalt not commit adultery."
"Do you think having a gay husband would make it adultery?"
"It's a fine line, Dan."
"I think it's worth crossing that line sometimes."
When I said that, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss while I slipped a hand under her bra feeling a generous portion of womanhood. "Maybe you're right," she whispered with her fingers fumbling with my zipper. "Sorry, I'm not very good at this."
But she was good at giving a hand job. Just like she said, I was soon squirting up just like the school drinking fountain.
"Would it embarrass you if I said you are really big down there. I mean you must be twice the size of my husband. Does it hurt when you go inside a woman?"
"I haven't had any complaints."
I was ready to take her to bed that afternoon, but she had to get back home before her husband got suspicious. We made a date for the next week, again Thursday night without dinner at a restaurant. It would be dinner in bed.
Laurie canceled at the last minute. She said her husband's choir practice was canceled and anyway, she wasn't sure she was doing the right thing. Laurie was still trying to work out her emotions. I told her to be patient with herself, and we would get together the next week.
We met in the Walmart parking lot and I drove her to my place, two miles away. Laurie was nearly shaking when she got in the car. I gave her a warm compassionate kiss and said it would be all right. He eyes got misty at that and turned to look out the passenger side window.
"Please, Dan, please don't hurt me. I mean, don't hurt me physically or emotionally. Just take me in your arms and love me. I want to be loved, Dan."
I just drove and held her hand. "We'll go slow and take it one step at a time."
When I pulled into the driveway, Laurie said, "Take me home Dan. I can't do this. Please take me home."
I stopped the engine and turned to her. "Sometimes in life, Laurie, we need to be a little selfish and do something for ourself. This is that time. It's not time for you to worry about your husband, or the church or anything but you. What do you want, Laurie?"