I had known Suzi since; well, since she was born. I was nine at the time, but I remember her parents bringing the new baby to Church for the first time. When she was two or three, she was a cheeky toddler, and I used to tease her. When she got to ten, she was a pretty schoolgirl, but I wondered if she would lose that as she got to puberty. She didn't. At sixteen, she looked older, and I guessed that she was getting a lot of attention from boys at school. When I was twenty-four, I started dating the woman who would become my wife. Suzi looked disappointed when this woman appeared at my side week after week.
Two years later, I married, and although Suzi wasn't invited to the wedding, she came to see us at the Church. For the first time, I noticed Suzi as a beautiful young woman. She was, by a long way, the most beautiful female at the wedding. She came up to me after the ceremony to say congratulations, but I could tell she didn't mean it.
After that, I didn't see as much of her. My wife and I didn't come to Church as much, and then Suzi went off to University.
Six years later, my wife left me for someone else. My parents had retired to the coast, so I was on my own. I felt I needed something to hold on to, something comfortable, from my past, so I decided to go back to Church.
So on that first Sunday, back on my own, I went to my old Church. No one would know, as yet, that I was single again.
Suzi was there, and after the service, she came up to me, with her wonderful smile, "It's lovely to see you, Phil."
"It's lovely to see you and your smile again, Suzi."
We chatted for a few minutes, not about my split, and she didn't ask where my wife was, then she had to go.
I thought about her a lot over the next week, but it was another two weeks before I could go back again. By this time, the news of my split was out as my parents had told friends they still kept in touch with. I was therefore plagued with people coming up to me to say how sorry they were to hear my news — that didn't help. But when Suzi came up to me, she didn't mention it.
"I am glad you came again," she said and smiled.
"I'm glad too. It's nice to see your friendly face."
Again the conversation wasn't long, but it was very welcome and ended with Suzi saying, "I hope to see you again soon."
"I hope so too."
In the middle of the week, I received a text from an unknown number.
'Hi, Phil, it's Suzi. I would love to chat more, without distractions, so if you would like to, meet me at Costa Coffee on Saturday at 11 AM. Xx.'
I had no idea how she got my number but was chuffed that she had, so I replied, "That would be lovely, Suzi. See you on Saturday."
I got worked up the next few days wondering what might happen but tried to keep the lid on my feelings, telling myself that she just wanted friendship, but as much as I tried, my thoughts got carried away on many occasions.
On Saturday morning, I was ready early, despite taking ages to decide what to wear, even though it wasn't a date but coffee, or was it?
As I drove into town, I was more nervous than I had been for several years. Surely it was just coffee and a chat. Why would a beautiful young woman, nine years younger, be interested in a recently separated man like me. Oh well, I would soon find out.
I saw Suzi sat at a window table as I approached. She smiled, of course, when she saw me and gave a little wave. She even stood as I got to the table, coming nearer and kissing me on the cheek.
"I am so glad you came, Phil."
"How could I resist an invitation from a beautiful young woman."
"Well, thank you, Phil. I just felt I would like to chat more, and there is never enough time after Church or any privacy."
"That is so true. So many people last week just wanted to say they were sorry about my marriage ending, but that didn't help."
"Yes, I noticed, but don't worry, I don't want to talk about your past."
"That's a relief," I said, and we both laughed.
I then went to get drinks for us, and we chatted and chatted. Suzi bought the second round of coffee and cake. The conversation flowed effortlessly and was full of giggles and smiles.
I am not sure how long we had been chatting, but I did have a few things to do. Although it was wonderful, I wanted to see if I could move things along.
"Suzi, how about we carry on this conversation at dinner tonight?"
"I would love to, Phil."
I suggested a Chinese restaurant on my side of the town, and Suzi readily agreed. We parted with another kiss on the cheek, that was just maybe a little longer.
I booked a table for that evening. I had offered to pick Suzi up, but she said she would meet me there. I arrived first, just, with Suzi stepping out of a taxi a minute or so later.
She looked even more gorgeous than earlier. She was in a red dress, a short red dress, accentuating her long legs. It also showed off her ample cleavage, which I probably looked at more than I should have during our meal.
"You look fantastic, Suzi."
"Thank you, Phil. You look very handsome."
This time the kiss on the cheek made proper contact.
After we had ordered, Suzi started the conversation, "I told you earlier that I didn't want to talk about your past, and I don't, but I do want to talk about the present. To do that, though, I need to tell you about my past."
"That sounds serious."
"Not really, but I want you to know my story over the past four or five years."
"Go ahead then. I am all ears."
"I have always thought of you as an older brother until I was sixteen, and you started dating. I couldn't understand why I didn't feel happy for you, but the more I saw of you two together and holding hands, I finally realised that it was because I wanted it to be me on your arm, not her!"
I may have looked a bit shocked, and she paused to let it sink in before she went on, "I knew it couldn't be me because I was too young for you, but it didn't stop my feelings for you. When you got married two years later, I decided to make sure you noticed me at the ceremony."
"You certainly did that. I can still remember what you wore."
"Can you really?"
"Yes. It was a short bright blue dress with matching heels, making you almost as tall as me. It showed off your long legs."
"I'm impressed, and I'm glad I created a good impression. That was my intention. That dress cost me a fortune at the time, especially as I only had a weekend job."
"I have a confession to make, at this point."
"Go on," said Suzi, looking a little puzzled.
"I thought you were the most beautiful woman at the wedding, and here is the biggest part of that confession. I thought, and I haven't told anyone this before that you were even more beautiful than my bride."
"Did you really think that?"
"Yes, I did."
Suzi reached out and placed her hand on mine, "I certainly did create an impression, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. I only wish that the photographer had got a picture of you so that I could have looked at you again."
"Well, I still have the dress, so I might wear it for you one day."
"I would like that."
We were quiet for a minute before I spoke again, "Before you go on with your life story, there is another confession I should make."
"I'm intrigued. Go on."
"That night after the reception, when we retired to our hotel room, we had sex, of course, and I have to say it was good sex, but my new wife then crashed out. She had drunk more than me, so not surprising, I guess, but I then laid awake thinking of you."
"Wow. Did you... Did you?"
"Did I wank, thinking of you?"
"Yes. Did you?"
"Yes, I did."
"Did you cum?"
"Yes, I did."
Suzi squeezed my hand, and I felt her leg touch mine under the table, "I'm pleased. It's just a shame I didn't get any satisfaction from that day. I went home and cried."
"I'm sorry, Suzi," I lifted our hands and kissed the back of hers.
Suzi then continued her 'history'.
"That day was when I finally decided to go to University. I needed to get away and try and forget you. The months, till I went, were hard, although I didn't see you every week after you got married, and I missed some weeks at Church on the pretence of revising so that I wouldn't see you. Anyway, I went to Uni almost a year later. I vowed that when I was there, I would work hard and play hard so that I would forget you. Working hard wasn't difficult, the course was hard, and playing hard wasn't difficult either. On the second night, I lost my virginity. That was another of my goals, to be honest. It wasn't great, but at least I was now a 'woman'. That experience made me realise that the 'play hard' part of my plan had to involve sex. In fact, I decided to fuck my way through Uni. I thought the more guys I fucked, the easier it would be to forget you."
We were still eating as the courses kept coming, and the conversation was interrupted by waiters coming to our table.
Suzi continued. "It didn't work, despite fucking as many guys that I could and as often as I could, I always thought of you. Well, not with James; he was built like a rugby player and black, so he obviously couldn't be you!"
We both laughed before I spoke, "So is it true what they say?"
"About what?"
"Black men."
"Oh, right. Well, in his case, yes, he was huge!" Suzi smiled.
"Enjoy him, did you?"
"Well, I did fuck him more than once, yes. One day I fucked four different guys in a day. I woke up with the one I'd fucked the night before and fucked him again. In the afternoon, I picked up a guy and fucked him, and at night I fucked two guys at a party."
"Sounds fun."
"It was, but it wasn't you, and I still couldn't forget you. I also fucked two Tutors, not my own, but ones I met in a bar that some of them frequented. Apparently, it was well known that I was an easy lay. I used to get guys knocking on my door asking for sex. I should have charged. I would have made a fortune, but I was effectively whoring myself out for free. I loved it, but when my first year ended, I dropped out and came home."
"Did you have any female lovers at Uni?"
"Typical man!" We both laughed, "One brief encounter, but I have had one since then.
"Once I was home, I found a job, and it was my female boss who seduced me. We were alone one day, and she kept complimenting me and then she ran her hand up my leg, and I shivered, and I was hers. She was great, but she soon realised I wouldn't give up on men. She tried harder by using a strap on to fuck me, and although it was good, it wasn't the real thing, and it wasn't you. I told her all about you, and she understood, so she backed off, and while we still get together from time to time, it's over.
"Anyway, when you showed up the first time the other week, I couldn't believe it, and on your own. It crossed my mind that maybe you had separated, but I couldn't be sure. When it came out, it didn't surprise me as my older sister has a colleague who knows your wife, and I heard some stories about her way back, so I knew she wasn't the one for you, but I couldn't tell you that.
"I didn't think you would be looking for a date yet, so soon after your split, so I knew I had to make the first move. I couldn't wait and risk losing you.
"So that's my story, but in summary, I want you, Phil, and I love you."
Suzi stared into my eyes. We were silent for a while.
"What a story, Suzi. I am sorry that you have been all through that but thank you for being so open and honest. I can say that while it is too early for me to say that I love you, I do want you. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, and I couldn't resist you even if I wanted to. What say we skip dessert and go back to my place?"
"That's a great idea." And there was that gorgeous smile again.
I called for the bill, paid it, then as we rose from the table, I grabbed Suzi's coat and helped her put it on. Once done, she turned to me to say thank you, and she kissed me on the lips. It wasn't long, but wow, it was intense and told me all I needed to know.
As I drove us back to mine, she placed her hand on my thigh, not high enough to feel my erection, which was straining to get out, but it was great to have constant contact with her. Her dress was so short that it rode up even higher when she got in my car, exposing more of her gorgeous thighs. Tonight was going to be fun.
We entered the house, and I showed Suzi into the lounge,
"This is nice," she said.
"Yeah, it's not bad. Sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting visitors. Make yourself at home while I pop upstairs, then I will make coffee when I come down."
I knew my bedroom was in a bit of a state, so I wanted to make an effort. While I gave it a quick tidy up, I could hear Suzi downstairs, wandering around. By the time I reappeared, she was in the kitchen washing up.
"You don't need to do that, Suzi."
"I know I don't, but I want to. You make the coffee."
I got the cups out and then took the kettle to the sink to fill it, and Suzi stood aside. As I finished and turned, she stepped closer, and we kissed again. It was even better than the first kiss.
"Let's skip the coffee. Show me your bedroom, Phil."
I smiled, took her hand, and lead her upstairs and into the bedroom. For a moment, neither of us knew what to do next until I turned to Suzi and kissed her again. This kiss went on and on, with tongues exploring each other's mouths. My hands reached round her neck, and my fingers started to pull down the zip on her dress. She didn't object. As my fingers pulling on the zip reached her waist, Suzi reacted, putting her hands between us and fumbling with my shirt buttons. Her zip was now down to her arse. I raised my hands to her shoulders and slipped the straps of her dress down her arms.
Suzi was progressing well with my buttons and was soon down to my waist, where her dress had stopped falling. She moved back slightly, and her dress continued to the bedroom floor. Her fingers then went to my belt and mine to her bra. I undid the bra in seconds and slipped it down her arms. Suzi lifted her arms one at a time from my waist so that I could remove her bra, and I tossed it aside.
She quickly returned to my belt and then my zip before dropping to the floor to remove my trousers and socks from my feet. Then she stood to remove my shirt before we hugged tightly so that her very erect nipples poked my chest. We continued to kiss as Suzi slipped her hand inside my boxers, and she wrapped her fingers around my erection. Suzi didn't linger there. Her fingers then slipped down to my balls, caressing me softly, and she moaned into my mouth.
She broke the kiss briefly, "I love that you shave your cock and balls," as she went back to kissing me.
My hands had been resting on her arse, but I slid one around to her front, cupping her mound, discovering that her briefs were soaking wet before I slipped my fingers inside her briefs. I had never found a woman so wet; she was on fire. I could feel her pouting labia and quickly slipped two fingers inside her, causing her to moan again.
"Phil, I want you so much. I love foreplay, but let's forget that, just get your cock in me and fuck me. I can't wait any longer."
We separated, removed our remaining underwear, and got on the bed. I laid down, and Suzi climbed over me. She took hold of my cock, stroking me.
"Let me get a condom, Suzi."
"No need, Phil. I am on the pill, and I want to feel you're bare cock in my body."
How could I resist?
As she lined up my cock with her labia, I looked at her tits properly for the first time. Although she was tall and her body shapely, her tits were not huge, C cup, I guessed, but her nipples stood proud. I raised my hands and cupped them, and she looked at me and smiled.