[MF] Divorced over a year ago, got back into form recently with an unexpected connection, long | 2016

Some names and locations are different or purposely vague. Apologies in advance for the long story - skip to the second half if it's too much info, this is just how it came out when I wrote it. This happened in the late fall of 2017.

Backstory:

The last year and a few months have been simultaneously the worst and best of my life, with the scale leaning toward worst but getting better.

A couple months after our ten year anniversary my marriage fell apart due to failures on both sides and my wife, prompted by her mother, decided to leave. To my utter shock - I thought we would work through it and I really wanted to, but she didn't. Caught in the middle were my young kids (the youngest of whom was just a baby at the time). I was generally just devastated; anyone who's been in a similar position can relate the disappointment, depression, the feeling of failure - this story isn't about that, but I feel like some context is important.

After everything fell through my ex moved back north to be with her parents, taking my kids per the agreement. I worked on selling our (now my) house and tying off all financial links to our southern state home, living in my parent's guest room. After that horrible process was over I put everything I couldn't fit in my truck into long term storage, packed up my dog and my truck and headed west.

I was born in the Midwest and over the years I have maintained a large circle of friends and contacts in Oklahoma and Texas. It made sense to me at the time that if I was going to rebuild my life, it would be there. I drove out to the city I live in now, found a couch to crash on until I got a townhouse and roommate, enrolled in one of the better MBA programs, and generally just tried to keep my head down, work hard, and drive north to see my kids every month.

Dating life can really suck over 30, and even moreso as a recent divorcee with kids and emotional baggage. People tend to think they know what you want, everyone has a friend who wants to meet someone, etc. Others won't sully themselves with you because of your past. And single moms are just everywhere, all over the place. I don't have a problem with single parents (since I am one) and would have been thrilled to meet one who ticked all my boxes but the single moms I've either met online or through connections have all been incredibly needy, looking for a financial pillar more than a partner, which is a huge turnoff for me. I made the mistake of trying to get back out there too fast and got burnt out really quick. I basically swore off dating for a while to focus entirely on my academics and then my fledgling startups (ended up dropping out of the MBA for them).

I don't get out much by choice, having become a bit of a workaholic, but recently a good friend of mine had a 30th birthday party at his parents' place on a Friday - big house, amazing pool with landscaping, great place for a party. I couldn't not be there, so I made my initial rounds and camped out near the minibar, shooting the shit with Zach, the birthday boy and a lifelong friend, and a couple of his work friends. Shortly after that a group of four girls from my extended circle of friends came in: Lauren, Christine, Natalie, and Sara, Christine's roommate.

Through various avenues I had come to learn that Lauren and Christine had a thing for me, especially Lauren, who I found out later had made inquiries about me to my sister and other close friends. I'd been out in groups with both of them but didn't have any interest in either. I should note that I'm 6'4" and fairly athletic, work out as one of my hobbies and I've been told I'm an attractive man. (Personally, I don't care that much and have never banked on my looks for anything, including relationships, but I suppose the confidence that I built in my 20's and a few years of lifting have had their effect.)

Lauren and Christine are great, plenty of other guys into them but I'm not really not. Sara, however, is another story entirely.

I actually met Sara a few years ago through some mutual friends at a large charity event in Tennessee. At the time, I was happily married and she was much younger than me (still is, lol, but the difference is much less apparent now). But even then I was immediately struck by her natural beauty and relative maturity. I didn't get a lot of 'mini-crushes' during my 10 years of marriage but Sara hit me like a thunderbolt and I remember thinking about her for weeks after meeting even though I tried not to. I never kept in touch with her other than being nominal friends on FB/IG, and never would have tried to make a move anyway, but whenever her name came up in conversation with mutuals my ears would always perk up and my sister (my social world is small-ish) would occasionally bring up her dating life, since she was maddeningly beautiful, single, and everyone around her constantly tried to find her someone to marry. Welcome to the Midwest.

Sara fits the young millennial archetype in many ways but differentiates herself by not being vain and self-centered, even though she could probably get away with it - she's altruistic and introspective. She is Caucasian, fairly short, petite, not very curvy, lithe and feminine, long brownish-blonde hair, and seriously has the face and eyes of a goddess. Her huge, deep green eyes drive me absolutely insane. She is very off-type for me looks-wise; in spite of this, we've always had what I felt was A+ chemistry. It's been exciting to see her again since I moved back here, she is a breath of fresh air to spend time with but I never presumed she would be interested in me romantically since I was older and had baggage and the list of guys who would wife her in two seconds would hilariously long, written or typed. Never once considered her a possibility in spite of how she made me feel - I just never allowed myself to go there in my head.

The group of four came over to our end of a large table and talked to us for a few minutes and wished Zach a happy birthday, exchanged pleasantries, and found their way outside to see some other friends. I noticed Sara was lagging behind and generally not 'with' the other three, checking her phone and otherwise looking like her mind was elsewhere. She looked absolutely scorching, wearing a lighter form-fitting cornflower blue dress that came just above her knees (this was one of the rare warmer nights the late fall) and heels. It was around the time of sunset and the red rays came into the back window and illuminated her thin figure and her gorgeous blonde hair, pulled back behind her head. I must have been staring for a while because I didn't hear something that Zach said and he punched me, bringing me out of my reverie.

Zach gave me a knowing, devious glance and while the other two guys got up to make some drinks he point blank asked me if I was interested in Sara. I've learned to hate that question but as one of the few people I trust with my romantic interests, and someone who knows me well enough to call my bullshit, I simply told him that in another time and place I'd be in to her, but as things were I couldn't see it happening. He thought about that for a few moments and, as his other friends came back, moved back to our previous discussion. Tabled indefinitely I guess.

The party wore on and people came in and out. I saw a lot of old friends. I put on my creeper hat and kept a peripheral eye on Sara and watched as no less than half a dozen guys, all younger than me, kept her company and flirted with her one by one within 90 minutes or so. I figured that was as much as I could handle, castigated myself silently for being spineless and started to say my goodbyes and make my way out.

As I got a few steps from the door, Lauren came up to me and merrily asked me about my plans for the later evening. Without waiting to hear she invited me to come to a trivia night down with a group of folks. I tenuously agreed, still feeling a bit mopey but relenting to my undying love of trivia and my obvious desire to spend any time whatsoever in Sara's presence. Zach and his fiance were coming along too, so I wouldn't be without friends.

We all drove downtown, found parking, found the restaurant and started trivia. Lauren and Christine ended up in my group, with Sara across the room at Zach's table. Great /s. Eager to impress, and with two Masters degrees at the table I was soon even further disappointed when we proceeded to miss almost every question. As Zach and most of my other friends were still in with no signs of stopping, I decided to go to the rooftop bar and get my gin on, slipping out while Lauren and Christine were talking.

I was sitting at a side table checking my email, second drink in hand, when I saw Sara in her blue dress come up the stairs alone. I never did ask Zach if he ran interference for me but looking back it's definitely possible. She flashed a smile at me, peeling me like a knife; I greeted her, asked if I could get her something and she politely declined, but sat down at my table and we started to talk. I can't remember everything, but I remember being completely disarmed by the chemistry we shared. We talked about our work, her finishing up her education, our mutual interests in helping kids with certain disabilities, and our love for the outdoors. We talked for what seemed like hours, under the view of downtown and the few stars visible in the middle of the city, making each other laugh. General rom-com crap but there it was, and she never once brought up my past, which I thought was peculiar since people can't seem to resist it. Around 1AM our friends found us (trivia had long since been over) and I caught the unmistakable searing gaze of jealousy from Lauren. Whoops. Eventually everyone said goodbye and went home.

Back at the house I was checking through IG stories and saw Sara's (whose always appear first, whoops). I sent her a quick message rehashing an extended joke from our earlier conversation, assuming she would be asleep and get back with me in the morning, and hopped on my computer for a these-days rare game of PUBG. While parachuting to my doom, I felt my phone buzz and was surprised to see she was still awake at 2AM. I responded, and we continued to message each other for the next couple of hours. Neither one of us wanted to get off but we eventually said good night. I didn't sleep. I could not get her out of my head.

The next day I was very reluctant to send her a message, still doubting whether our chemistry was alcohol-induced or legitimate. I buried myself in my work. Around 1:15 that afternoon my phone buzzed again. It was Sara, continuing our conversation from the night before. After a few messages back and forth I went for it and told her that chatting wasn't enough and I really needed to take her out to dinner. After a couple minutes of excruciating, chest-tightening waiting, she said that a poor college student (she's finishing up her masters) should never turn down a free meal. Good enough.

We settled on the next Tuesday. Simply put, it was sublime. I took her to a lesser-known bistro I'd been to with a client previously. She wore this stunning pants/blouse combo that I couldn't even begin to describe adequately but fit her perfectly. We talked long past the time our plates left the table. Afterward we went to a dessert place a couple miles away. It was there that we broached the subject of my past relationship, my kids, and generally what led me to where I am now. I could tell it was a difficult subject for her. I know it was for me. I truly expected everything to shut down at this point, but amazingly she didn't turn off or pull back. She just wanted my honesty, which I was happy to give - I told her that I did my best, couldn't change the past, and my kids would always come first but I want to live a good life for their sake and mine, etc. I even brought up (for the take of completeness) my vasectomy. I dropped her off and we embraced for a minute or so before leaving. Again, I was nervous. Again, our insane chemistry seemingly had a life of its own, and we continued messaging throughout the week constantly.

I knew I had to get her out again. I lied and said that I had prior plans to go hiking this weekend, that someone had cancelled on me, and asked her if she cared to join. Since it was one state over it would be a day trip, so I told her I'd pack lunch and for her to bring a swimsuit. Risky ask for a second date, but my bet paid off and after some hesitation and reshuffling of plans she agreed.

Saturday came and we departed for Arkansas. It hadn't gotten too cold yet but it wasn't summer anymore, so the weather was perfect and our drive through West Arkansas toward our destination was easy and beautiful. We got there, unloaded, and started walking toward the waterfall. Sara joked about me trying to kiss her under the waterfall there (damn it, she knew) while we tried to find the trail. We passed a large group coming back toward us and were surprised to find that the waterfall and pool below were basically bereft of people. I jumped out of my dry clothes and into the water, teasing Sara to follow me, which she soon did. It was an easy way to break the touch barrier and feel close to her. Despite her being a skinnier girl (again, not usually my type) I was incredibly turned on seeing her in her bathing suit. I swear she knew this and used it to her advantage, giving me more than one smoldering look while we both acted like the water wasn't as cold as it was. I decided to move in and really break the affection barrier.

Before I could try anything though , a group of younger kids with their parents crested the trail and our time alone was up. Damn it, again. I tried waiting it out but it was clear they were setting up to hang out for a while. Sara and I snapped some pictures, ate lunch, and headed out. On the drive back we listened to a synthwave playlist I've been working on for some time and to my surprise she absolutely loved it, and we drove back talking about our hopes and dreams under a dark orange setting sun.

We made it back in town and she asked me if I'd be willing to solve a tech problem for her. She was having issues with her wifi and general connectivity stuff between her devices in her and Christine's apartment; Christine was the know-it-all but was out of state visiting parents. She left me to look at things while she went in her room and showered off. While I was trying to figure out what was going on I was distracted by the noise of the shower, wishing I was a fly on the wall. I tried to focus on the issue at hand. I'm not sure exactly how I fixed the problem but it ended up not being a big deal, and I sat down on the couch and turned on a prime time football game. Sara came out shortly after with her hair still drying, wearing a tank top, sports bra, and tight workout shorts, with some sort of product in her hair that left amazing fragrance in the air. God damn it, I could not get over how beautiful she was at all times.

She filled a couple of mason jars with lemonade and we talked for a few minutes on the couch with the football game droning on in the background. The atmosphere was so tense I swear we were giving off enough heat to power a small village. Finally one thing led to another and I leaned in to kiss her. Her whole body was shaking.

Sara immediately, intensely kissed me back. I was surprised at how little she was holding back, if at all. She told me later she'd wanted me from the first day she met me, from the first moment I made her laugh, back when I was still married. Whoops. She'd hid it well, but not anymore. Our frenzied kissing became deep and passionate within seconds, her hands running through my hair and over my chest and shoulders, my hands running through her long hair and over her legs. Without saying a word she jumped on my lap and straddled me; she's more than a foot shorter than me so she fit pretty well. She placed my hands around her tiny waist and started grinding my very hard dick through my jeans while kissing me. At that moment I knew she was in the palm of my hand, I was in hers, and every move we made in unison.

I kept moving the goalpost to see where she wanted to go, getting my hands under her shirt, feeling her small breasts through her bra. Her breath came strong and fast on my neck and I opened my eyes to look into hers. Go. For. It. I took off her tank top and before I could undo her bra, she was already working it off. I lifted her up like a feather and laid her down on top of me on the big plush couch, her paper thin shorts still around her tiny hips. One thing at a time.

With her help I managed to slip off my shirt. I immediately ran my lips over her gorgeous tiny breasts, back and forth, as she continued to grind on me and kiss me, nibbling my ears an letting out these sighs and little whimpers of ecstasy with her damp hair on my head and neck. Fuuuuck she makes the hottest noises. My hands found their way inside her shorts, where I found she had no underwear. If I wasn't diamond hard before, I was now - I was immediately aware of the pain my jeans were causing me right away. She has an amazing ass for a skinny girl and I continued to massage it with my hands as I consumed her lips, her body, that amazing fragrance, as she ran her hands through my hair and over my back muscles, letting me know in every nonverbal way how hungry she was for me.

I sat her up and looked at her. Point of no return, we both knew it. I pulled her in close and looked her deep in the eyes. I remember saying "I want this. I've wanted this. You are..." and trailing off like a moron. She ran her fingers over the hair on the side of her head, and with her eyes closed responded and said something like this was something she wanted too, and said something to the effect of "please don't leave. I need this, I need you." Not sure where that came from, but I had no intention of doing any such thing.

I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else and kissed me deeply, stood up and took my hand. I immediately followed, watching her tiny, firm ass walk down the hallway into her bedroom, football game still on at low volume in the living room. Before we got there I picked her up, put her legs around me and kissed her again. I couldn't get enough. I carried her over to her bed and lightly tossed her on top of the comforter. She looked up at me with those enormous green eyes and I couldn't quite parse what was on her mind, but here we were.

I spread her legs, shorts still on, and started kissing down her thighs and around her pussy, through her shorts. She was gushing wet. I heard her gasping. I started pulling down the front of her shorts gradually, kissing all the way, until I had them off completely. Sara shaves and has this perfect little pussy that compliments her body incredibly. Giving oral is one of my favorite things to do in bed, but it had been a while (my wife didn't touch me the entire last year of our marriage) so I didn't know how it was being received at first. I was just hungry to touch her, hungry to kiss and taste and eat her out; I put my hands around her hips and, as she weighs almost nothing, lifted her hips in the air while I was eating her out while her shoulders rested on the bed, one of her arms stretched out on the bed and the other grabbing my hair.

It didn't take long before the telltale quivers hit her from top to bottom. Her thighs squeezed me face and I looked up to watch her. Eyes closed, her whole body shaking, she let out this loud, passionate "uunnggghhhh....". At first I thought she was crying (she was covering her face). She told me later that was the first orgasm she'd ever received from oral and she was embarrassed at how she reacted. File that away as something I'll remember for the rest of my life, it was so damn hot to watch her.

I laid down on the bed with her and just kind of watched her for a few minutes. I asked her if she was good; she said "so good" with a smile. Her hair was dry now, and she looked just as beautiful with the lights off. She had a silly grin on her face, which I'm sure I was mirroring, that soon changed to this serious, piercing look, and slid over the covers back into my arms, and we started kissing again passionately.

The button on my jeans had popped open earlier and by now they'd slid down my thighs, boxer briefs exposing my erection that was almost popping out. Sara started caressing my dick and it was my turn to let out sighs. Not sure how long it'd been at that point but it was a long time. With one hand pulling her face close to mine I used the other to slip out of my jeans and boxer briefs. I went back to kissing her, middle finger in her pussy gentle massaging. We stayed like that for a while, taking our time, enjoying each other's bodies naked on her bed. She had one hand on my dick and I could tell she was curious, but not confident.

I laid on my back, kind of signaling that I wanted her on top of me. Instead, she gave me this wicked look and went down and started kissing my dick. Then sucking. What she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm, clearly enjoying the process and watching me react to it.

Who WAS this girl? A week ago we had chemistry, but barely any connection. She wasn't the kind of girl to smash on a second date, either, I knew that much. Things had moved quickly and I was worried I was falling for her too fast, but I definitely didn't want this to end. Thankfully it didn't.

She tasted my precum, stopped for a second, then kept going and she was able to get my dick about half way in. Fuuuuck. She kept going but I could tell it was getting more difficult for her (she's small, I'm not) so I changed things up. I grabbed her, had her straddle me, and sat straight up on the edge of the bed. I moved my hands all over her body, kissing her breasts, loving her.

She pushed me down on the bed, leaned over to kiss me, shaking like a leaf. We have this dumb 'dare' thing where we would challenge each other to do stupid stuff as an excuse to send snapchats back and forth; I leaned in, nibbled her ear, and told her I dared her to put me inside her. Stupid, stupid line, but it worked. She got up, straddled me, and worked my dick inside. It was a tight fit, and my head felt like it was floating.

Initially she froze. I thought 'this is it, this was too far, too fast for her, I screwed this up' etc. Then she started moving up and down, letting out these moans, half pleasure half pain, that make me want to bite my fist just thinking about; I was stretching her out from the inside. Eventually the friction got less tight and she was taking almost all of me inside her.

I laid her down missionary and just went for it, not really thinking about form as much as the moment. Neither one of us could speak English anymore. My hands fit almost entirely around her waist and I fucked her deeply and quickly, doing the best I could to not rush things but it couldn't be helped. The bed posts, obviously not set for this kind of thing, were slamming into the wall with every thrust, creating a nice soundscape for the neighbors. Sara didn't care; her mouth was agape as her arms held on for dear life around my neck and shoulders. I made the mistake of looking straight into her eyes and I just lost it; I came like a stallion in heat and filled her pussy up with one of the biggest loads I've ever had. We stayed there, panting, not even pulling out yet, just trying to figure out WHAT THE HELL just happened on our second date, neither one of pulling away but not being the first to speak either.

Finally I pulled my still semi-hard dick out, cum everywhere, and I waited for her to make a move.

Still shaking, she half-whispered, half-said "Wow... that was... wow." I laughed and asked her if she was okay. More than okay, she said. Am I okay? Yeah. I guess we need to figure out what we are now. The air held its tinge of sweat and sex, and Sara said she needed to shower. I cleaned up the bed the best I could, went in the bathroom to clean myself up, fully intending to leave her alone, but she beckoned me into the shower anyway and we made out once again. Finally, we got our clothes back on and ended back up on the couch where we started. Late night local news splashed the screen.

I made it clear to Sara that I was not planning on that when the day started, and she said neither was she, but she was glad it ended up that way. I was concerned, given her somewhat sparse sexual history, but she said she decided last week at the rooftop that this is what she wanted, it just happened a lot sooner than she thought. Good enough for me. I told her how she made me feel when I was around her and how I never thought she would be interested in someone like me. She told me that was ridiculous and she'd been interested in me ever since I moved back, she was just terrible about showing it, and how my divorce was hard to wrap her head around sometimes but I was worth trying to figure this out. Self esteem maxed out. We kissed again, voted to continue to see each other, and finally I tore myself away to get back to my townhouse to let the dog out and gather myself. I spent half the night thinking about her, the other half sleeping it off. We were back in each others' arms the next day, and every day since.

Things have gotten better since then. We've gotten to know each other as people. Kept our relationship mostly wraps which was awesome at first but it won't last. In general though it's given me a flood of self confidence and happiness, hopefully for her as well, and the more time we spend together the more I can see a future for us, which is exciting. One step at a time, no rush.

More stories since then but I'm out of room. Sorry for the long post. There's hope for all of us!

*Thank you for the kind words. Didn't expect anyone to read this but it sure was fun to put to text! I have one more memory with her that I'd consider GWS 'worthy'; maybe I'll pen it soon.