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Two For Dinner

11/16/2007

I was behind a woman at Andre's when I heard the Matre'd
say, "I'm very sorry madam but we are completely
booked this evening. There is no chance that a table will
open tonight." He was talking to a woman who had asked for a table for one.
She had her back to me; she had a nice, but not great figure.
She turned to leave the restaurant and I saw her face. The
disappointment was obvious, but her features were quite
nice; chestnut hair, high cheek bones, green eyes, breasts
pushing against her dress. She was about five feet seven
inches tall and was not thin, but not fat either–I imagine
that the word is the start of a middle-aged figure. I guessed
she was about thirty-seven years old, plus or minus. On impulse, I stepped into her path. She stopped and looked
at me in confusion. I said, "I have a dinner reservation
for one. I heard the Matre'd say there was no room for
you. If you want, you can share my table?" She looked into my eyes. Confusion gave way to understanding.
She paused and then replied, "I have been trying to
eat here for a long time, but it is so pricey and I just now
thought my cash drawer was full enough for my next splurge
I agree on the condition that you let me pay for my part of
the meal and--so there is no misunderstanding--this is
just sharing a table at a restaurant. Nothing else is implied.
Do you agree?" I stared into her green eyes and replied, "I often
eat dinner at restaurants by myself. Maybe with two of us
we might enjoy the dinner more as we test more of the menu
items. Your conditions are accepted." I lied and
continued, "Of course I will let you pay for your meal
if you wish." I turned to the Matre'd and said, "You have a reservation
for Jack Wilson for one person, would you make that two?"



He smiled at the two of us and said, "I no longer have
a table for one available, but I have an exceptional table
for two. Please follow me." "Classy move on his part, " I thought as I indicated
with my hand that my dinner companion should follow the
Matre'd to the table as I followed behind her. I wondered,
"What made me do that? I am forty-nine years old, divorced
for five years, and out of the blue I ask a stranger to share
a meal with me." The answer hit me square in the face–I was lonely, but what
had I gotten myself into? The Matre'd led us to a far corner of the restaurant
which was on the top of a sixty floor office building. He
pulled the table out to allow my dinner companion to slide
into the booth; my chair was facing her. She was looking
out through the large windows that framed the wall of the
restaurant seeing the lights of the city on a clear night.
It was an excellent, private table. I was looking at her
and a wall. "Fair enough, " I thought. The silence was uncomfortable so I said, "My name
is Jack Wilson. I'm semi-retired at forty-nine and
now only take on a consultant contract if there isn't
too much travel or time involved. I love good food so I make
it a point to eat at one good restaurant every two weeks or
so–which is why I am here tonight. I'm glad that you
accepted my offer." My dinner companion responded, "I'm Cindy Collins.
I want to thank you for your offer to share your table. I'm
embarrassed that I might be a little awkward tonight; I'm
not used to sharing meals. "You seem very young to be retired. Do you miss working?"



"How honest should I be, "I thought, and then
decided as I said, "During the stock market boom I
was working full time for a very large financial company.
I was the vice-president of risk management, and my job
was to monitor and evaluate the financial derivative positions
that our traders had booked. I was good at it. At the same
time–because there was not a conflict of interest–I was
able to trade the stock market. I was making a lot of money
at the time and there was only my wife and me, so that year
I bet a very large sum of money on long term call options.
All that meant was that if the stock in the companies I bought
went up, I would make a lot of money. "It was like the gods decided to take their shot at
me–the very best and the very worst happened to me in the
next twelve months." Cindy was listening intently and she asked, "Tell
me the best first." I responded, "Well the best was that the stock market
went straight up that year–irrational exuberance one
person phrased it. And I made a very large amount of money
on my call options. I no longer had the need to work if I chose
not to. "But then the worst came and hit me from behind. My
wife was seven years younger than me and I guess she was bored
with my work hours and intensity. She asked for a divorce
to marry a senior manager at the company that employed me.
She didn't even want any money since her new companion
was many times richer than me; she just wanted to be free
from me. "I was upset; then embarrassed. I told her she was
free to go; the next day I quit the company. So now I'm
not overly busy, but I'm not bored to death either.



"But Cindy, I'm doing all the talking, which
is a terrible fault of mine. Do you live in town and what do
you do?" "Yes, " she answered. "I graduated from
the state university and moved here immediately after
college. My major was art and I beat around the fringe of
the art market until I started illustrating children's
books; I work out of my studio in my home. It is a niche job–the
really good artists can't make enough money in the
field and the publisher's don't want junk. I just
kind of fit in there over time. My client list has grown large
enough that my income is steady and more than enough for
me. Now that I can afford it, I enjoy an occasional meal at
the five star restaurants." The waiter came to the
table for drink orders. I ordered Jack on the rocks while
Cindy ordered the house white wine. He left the menus on
the table. Our conversation was a ballet of communication. Neither
of us blurted out our past history, but bits and pieces of
our personal jigsaw puzzles started to fit. Cindy had never
been married. She was 'happy' living by herself.



The meal was extraordinary. We shared appetizers of escargots
and Coquille St. Jacques. My sole menuire was prepared
perfectly while her lamb chops were equally good. We passed
on desert, but settled for an after dinner drink. The bill arrived. I reached for it and so did she. Our hands
touched and she withdrew hers quickly. I could see her blush
of embarrassment and gave her cover by saying, "Cindy,
I really enjoyed our meal. I'll make you a deal–let
me pay for this one, if you agree to pay for the next one two
weeks from now." She blurted, "Where do you want to go?" I answered, "It's your decision…you are going
to pay for it. Let's exchange phone numbers and sometime
between now and then, call me and tell me where and when we
should meet." She hesitated and then said, "I agree to the deal.
The meal was fun tonight; more fun than I usually have, so
why not do it again?" I paid the bill and we left the restaurant together. On the
street we exchanged phone numbers and then there was an
awkward pause; Cindy finally shook my hand and thanked
me for a wonderful meal. The valet brought her car and she
was gone. 'Shook my hand'…what a strange way to end an evening
that I had found very enjoyable compared to a solitary meal.
What baggage was Cindy carrying? Cindy called early in the second week. I was gone, but the
voice mail was working. She told me the name of an excellent
Italian restaurant and said she had made reservations
for seven o'clock. Our second dinner together went even better than the first.
She talked more freely, but still guarded, while I seemed
to be telling her the story of my life. I let her pay for the
meal on the condition that in another two weeks, I paid the
next one. She agreed. Again we parted with a hand shake. The following week I called Cindy, and she answered the
phone. I suggested that my choice of restaurant was an excellent
Chinese one that cooked in the Shanghai style. She immediately
agreed and said she had wanted to try that restaurant for
years. As the phone call was ending I said, "Cindy,
instead of taking two cars, why don't I pick you up?"



She hesitated–the pause was more than a few seconds–and
finally said, "I think that would be better. Here
is my address." On our 'date' night I stopped the car in front of
a simple, ranch style home in a quiet cul-de-sac. I rang
the doorbell and it opened almost instantly; Cindy had
been waiting for me. She asked, "Would you like a drink
before we go?" I answered, "A glass of wine would be great if that
is what you are having." I walked into her living room. The walls were covered with
beautiful drawings of children, and fantasies. I had forgotten
that her job was book illustrations for children. She beamed
as I complimented her on her artistic abilities. She asked, "Would you like a tour of my house?"



I agreed and the tour began. It was a simple three bedroom
ranch. The master was large and the other two bedrooms were
moderate. One was her office and studio and the other was
a mini gym with extensive exercise equipment. Cindy blushed
when she saw me looking at the equipment and said, "When
I bought the house the previous owner just left it. I never
got ambitious enough to get rid of it." We went through a small kitchen to the back area. Her backyard
was very private. The patio out the back door led to a surprisingly
big swimming pool. The entire yard was surrounded by a tall
wooden fence. It was completely private. She had turned
the lights on in the pool and the entire effect was very pretty.



We walked back through the house and out the front door.
The meal was another winner. Each meal with Cindy had been
wonderful. I could tell at the restaurant that Cindy was
enjoying herself. Instead of our normal one bottle of wine,
we went through two! I pulled into her driveway and shut off the engine. We sat
for a few moments and then I turned to look at her. She was
looking at me, but it was a strange, scared look. Finally
I saw tears developing. She looked at me and said, "I
haven't been fair with you. You have been very nice
to me, but I'm not normal; I'm scared of relationships
and the thought of touching you terrifies me–I've
been that way my entire life. I should have never started
having dinners with you." Thinking quickly I replied, "Cindy, all I wanted
was a dinner companion. You have been wonderful. Let's
just keep it as it has been. It is your choice for dinner in
two weeks. OK?" She wiped away a tear and said yes. We ended the night by shaking
hands at her door. Two weeks later we were at a famous Thai restaurant. The
food was excellent, but the conversation was not as comfortable.
Cindy was embarrassed about our driveway conversation
two weeks earlier. She finally said, "I owe you a better
explanation than I gave you on the driveway. "Sex always scared me. Maybe it was the way I was brought
up, or maybe it was just me. I thought things would be different
when I went to college. I would meet Mr. Wonderful and my
hang-ups would disappear as we lived happily ever after.



"In the real world you don't lose your problems
by running away from them. I tried, but the dates were infrequent
and I probably wasn't very good company. At some point
I was determined to break through my inhibitions and went
to a fraternity party. I drank too much, but I wasn't
a falling down drunk. When he asked me to go to his room, I
knew what was going to happen; I wanted it to happen. "It was a disaster. Ten minutes in the room and he was
gone. I was naked and my body hurt. I was full of a man's
sperm and I didn't even know his name. It was so degrading.



"I tried it one more time six months later. It was worse
than the first time. "So now you know my secret. I'm so embarrassed
to tell you, but it isn't fair not to tell you. Will you
forgive me?" The look on her face was painful to see. She was in anguish
over her confession and couldn't look at me. I finally
reached and took her hand and said, "Cindy, look at
me."


Her eyes finally lifted to mine and I continued, "You
never had love and I had love and was found wanting. Who should
feel the worst? Life sometimes doesn't work out on
plan. My consultant contracts that I take are not for the
money; they take some of the loneliness out of my life. Our
meals have been wonderful for me. I don't want anything
more than what you want…so don't be embarrassed and
don't stop our dinners because of ancient history."



She wiped a tear from her eye and then was quiet. Finally,
in an effort to make conversation Cindy asked, "How
do you stay so fit and skinny eating at the nice restaurants?"



I replied, "I went to a gym five years ago and met a personal
trainer who was assigned to me when I became a member. He
has been a great help to me; showing me how to do the right
exercises so that I don't turn into blubber. I go to
the gym three times a week and I feel really good after each
workout. Cindy asked, "Do they have women personal trainers?"



I answered, "Of course, this is a huge business and
women outnumber the men at many of these gyms. Would you
like me to take you there and see it?" The silence lasted for twenty seconds or longer and finally
Cindy said, "I would like to see the place and maybe
talk to a personal trainer. I used to walk a lot, but now I
get practically no exercise. My energy level gets low sometimes;
maybe joining a gym would help. I told Cindy to wear some workout clothes for the first visit
and I would arrange the appointment. I picked up Cindy the
following Monday and we drove to the gym. She was wearing
a sweatshirt and sweatpants with gym shoes. I had called my personal trainer and explained the situation.
He assured me that they would be ready for Cindy. We parked
and walked into the gym. My trainer came over and introduced
himself to Cindy. Then he said, "If you are interested,
I can have one of our personal trainers give you a tour. Her
name is Kim" Cindy nodded yes and in a few minutes a female walked over
and introduced herself. Kim was five feet six inches tall
with black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a sports
bra and shorts that, while not ultra tight was not loose.
Her body was a picture of muscle and tone. Any woman would
die for that kind of body. Kim said, "Why don't you guys disappear while
I show Cindy what we offer." They disappeared for over an hour. My workout was complete
and I was relaxing. I looked up and Cindy was standing in
front of me. She said, "I joined. Kim was great. She
took me into the women's locker room and had me down
to my bra and panties. She checked me out–measured my body
fat, my weight versus my size–I'm twelve pounds overweight--my
upper body strength versus the average female. She really
knows what she is doing. The plan is for me to come to the gym
three times a week to exercise specific body muscles. Since
I have the exercise equipment at the house, Kim gave me alternative
exercises for other muscle groups for the off days."



And so it started; I had not seen Cindy this excited since
I had met her. Three times a week I picked up Cindy and we went
to the gym and worked out. We still had our every other week
'date.' The first week she went to the gym she wore her sweats. The
second week she was dressed like Kim. I admired her for it.
The extra twelve pounds could be seen in her stomach and
sides. For her to go to a sports bra knowing she wasn't
in perfect shape was a sign of confidence…or maybe happiness.



After about two months at the gym I asked Cindy if I could
come over to her house and work on some specific exercises
on her equipment. She quickly agreed. I arrived the next day. The doorbell went unanswered so
I went to the back and through the kitchen. Cindy was in the
exercise room. She hadn't heard me and I watched her
silently as she went through her routine. She was in her
sports bra and shorts. She finished her exercise and spotted
me. She grinned and said, "Did you ring the bell. I
didn't hear it…I have become a fanatic on exercise
and just forget everything else." I came over two days later for exercise and again quietly
observed Cindy doing her exercises. I looked at her. Where
once there was a slightly overweight, middle aged female,
I now saw the beginning of a muscle toned, beautiful woman.
There were no love handles. Her body shape was starting
to form, her ass was tight and small, and her back and shoulders
were already as sexy as a back and shoulders could be. She
really had become an exercise fanatic and it was showing.



I made a noise and entered the exercise room. She nodded
at me and continued to work out. When we were through I suggested
we cool off with a swim. I had brought my suit at her suggestion. I showered in her
outdoor shower and then dove in the pool. She came out I few
minutes later in a modest bikini. She joined me in the pool.
After a few laps and then just standing in the water relaxing
we got out and sat on her pool chairs. I said, "My skin
is pasty white. I need a tan…do you mind if we make this our
routine after your exercise and a little swimming?"



Cindy said, "My skin is whiter than yours. A tan will
be good for both of us." The routine set in. Three times a week at the gym and three
or four times a week at Cindy's. I had bought some air
mattresses and we covered them with terry cloth as we lay
in the sun working on our tans. A few weeks later we were at the pool; Cindy was lying on her
stomach. I said, "Cindy, your tan is coming along
perfect, but the tan lines are going to be obvious. Why don't
you let me unhook your top and put sun tan lotion on your back
and legs?" The silence was deafening. Finally she said, "You
can if you want, but nothing more…please." I took the lotion and rubbed it into her shoulders. When
I got to the straps of her bikini top, I unhooked it. I felt
her body tense, but then I rubbed the lotion into her and
she finally relaxed. I continued down her body. Two days later I repeated the process. I could tell she loved
the feeling of the lotion being rubbed into her back and
legs, and this time I took even longer to cover her everywhere.
When I was done I joked, "Ok, roll over." She said, "Jack, be serious." Several weeks later I finished her back and ended with my
standard joke, "Ok, roll over." This time she did. I was stunned. Not only that she was lying
face up with her naked breasts open to my gaze, but now I saw
how beautiful her body had become. The arms were toned;
her breasts were beautiful with nipples bigger than I had
guessed. Her stomach muscles were beautiful. Any strain
on her stomach–even lifting her head–and the muscles rippled
through her stomach. Her breasts and her tight, flat stomach
was the most sensual picture I had seen in many years. I could
feel an erection beginning. Her eyes remained closed. No words were spoken. I put lotion
on my hands and started at her shoulders and then down each
arm. I returned to her shoulders and put more lotion in my
hands and started down her chest, and then her breasts and
nipples. I did not linger there, nor did I pass too quickly
over them. I knew that while I had been ready for months,
her sexual clock was ticking much slower than mine. I could
not rush this. I continued to her stomach and then, shifting
my body around, I started at her hips and down each leg. She
kept her legs together. When I was done she opened her eyes
and looked at me. She said, "Thank you." The next time was the same, but I lingered longer on her breasts.
Her nipples became hard. When I went lower, her legs were
slightly apart and more new skin was touched. A few more
times and her legs opened to me as I teased her inner thighs
with the massage of lotion. Each time her eyes remained
closed until I was done and each time I heard, "Thank
you." "Thank you for the massage or thank you for not attacking
me?" I wondered. Our dinners continued. Occasionally we invited a couple
I knew from my married days who I had kept in touch with. Bob
and Jo Ann were an easy going couple who kept the conversation
lively. Jo Ann and Cindy hit it off immediately at the first
dinner, and Bob and I chatted quietly by ourselves. Jo Ann was a beauty stylist for the recording crowd in our
town. At one point she said to Cindy, "Your body is
beautiful; if you ever want a style cut and the war paint
to wow the world, call me." Cindy was enormously pleased with the compliment. What
she didn't realize was that it was true. Her fanatical
workouts had hardened her body into one of a twenty-five
year old woman. Her stomach muscles were toned; the abs
rippled; no ounce of fat was on her hips. Her legs were sculptured.



That night when Cindy went to the bathroom Jo Ann looked
at me and said, "God Jack, she is absolutely gorgeous;
I would give anything for that body. You are a very lucky
man." Bob got a kick from Jo Ann when he said, "I would give
anything for that body too." A special night came, although I'm not sure Cindy knew
it. We were back at Andre's and greeted the Matre'd
like an old friend. He remembered us, or he remembered my
phone call the previous week as he escorted us to our original
table the first night we had met. Everything was the same,
but with one addition–a small Waterford crystal vase was
on the table with six long stem yellow roses. The card read,
"Sixth Month Anniversary." Cindy looked at me; we were both still standing. Her eyes
started to water and she stepped close to me, she put her
arms around my neck, and we had our first kiss. The meal was
as good as the first time. Cindy twice leaned over the table
and touched my hand and said, "Thank you."


I walked Cindy to her front door. She looked at me and said,
"That was the most wonderful time I have had since
I can remember. It was absolutely perfect. I leaned over
and we kissed again. I dared one thing; my tongue pressed
into her lips and after a moment her mouth opened. Our tongues
met and she moved closer to me; I felt her breasts. It might
have been the time, but I thought, "Her clock is still
ticking behind mine. Don't mess up now." The kiss ended. She looked at me and thanked me again. As
she turned I saw her eyes start to mist…it had been a good
night. Driving home that night I wondered where our relationship
was going. A shy woman with almost no self confidence was
coming out of her shell and becoming a beautiful woman who
was now comfortable with herself. I had made a mess with
my first marriage with a woman seven years younger than
me, and now I was starting to fall for one almost twelve years
my junior. I was troubled; there was no obvious answer.



The routine continued. Cindy now finished her exercise
and came to the pool topless. After all, I was just going
to take her top off and put lotion on her anyway. It was a comfortable
relationship only slightly altered by my return to aggressive
masturbation–she was so beautiful, her body so sexy that
I had to have release…my fingers were my only release for
now. Another month went by and we had returned from a fun dinner
with Jo Ann and Bob. It was one of those laughing nights when
anything anyone said came out funny. The three bottles
of wine for four people helped. I pulled into the driveway
with Cindy and walked her to the door for our good night kiss
ritual. This time Cindy surprised me when she said, "Let's
have a moonlight swim; I'm almost drunk and I don't
want to go in the pool by myself." I looked at her and said, "No suit." She looked back at me with a grin and some fear, "You
go first and I will meet you in the pool after I get some robes
and towels." I took off my clothes in the exercise room and went into the
pool. On this hot night the water temperature was perfect.
Cindy came out to the pool carrying towels and robes. She
was topless with a bikini bottom. She walked down the steps
into the pool where I waited for her. She came up to me and
put her arms around my shoulders; her breasts pushed into
me and she said, "What a perfect dinner and night.
You have shown me so many perfect nights." We kissed.
This time her tongue probed mine. I knew she could feel my
erection–completely unrestrained by the lack of my suit.



The kissed ended and she stepped away from me. Her hands
went under the water to her suit bottom; she pushed it down
her legs, stepped out of it and threw it to the edge of the
pool. We were both naked. We played, we hugged, and we kissed. The feel of her skin
was enormously sensual; her body was that perfect. Eventually
we walked up the steps of the pool hand in hand. I took her
to the sun tanning mats covered with terry cloth. She lay
on her stomach as I massaged her back as if the sun tan lotion
was going on her at midnight. I could feel her body relax.



I said, "Time to roll over." She did and I started my hands down her body. I lingered on
her breasts and then my fingers for the first time teased
her hard nipples. She gasped and her eyes looked at me in
alarm, and then in acknowledgment. She whimpered, "Please
be very gentle with me…I am so scared." I thought, "If it takes two hours, I won't hurry
this one." I leaned over and kissed her. My tongue teased until she
opened her mouth and then our tongues played with each other.
I kissed her neck and then her shoulders. I licked the mounds
of her breasts and then the sides. I moved to her areolas
and licked and kissed them for many minutes. My tongue finally
took its first exploration of her nipples. I heard her gasp;
her body arched up. My mouth played with each nipple; gentle
sucking as she lay before me. Her legs had moved apart as
if inviting me…her first moan! My mouth went down her stomach to her inner thighs. Many
minutes went by as I kissed and licked her inner legs–from
her knees to edge of her vulva. My hands brushed her vulva
and found her moisture clinging to her hairs. My fingers
eventually played with her outer lips and then opened them
so my tongue could explore her wet, slick sides. My tongue
was everywhere and as I teased her, she stretched her legs
wider as if to help me. She was begging now; guttural pleadings for release. I
knelt before her and found her opening and slowly teased
my entry. When I was in her completely, I continued to tease.
Her hips responded with her sexual rhythm. We moved together
for several minutes; then her lust took over and she hurried
her thrusts into me. She cried my name and then violently
arched her body into mine. Her orgasm was very intense;
her body refusing to stop its assault on me. Finally, her
body rested. I laid my body next to her and kissed her forehead,
her cheeks, and then her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked
at me and smiled…and then started to cry. It was heart wrenching
to hear the wails of this beautiful woman who just now had
found the beauty and happiness of sex. I held her for many
minutes as she sobbed in happiness and for the many wasted
years of her life where sex was unknown. When the crying and hugging and kissing were over, we went
into the house. I escorted her to the bed and kissed her good
night as she fell asleep. Driving home that night I considered
my…our options with this deepening relationship. Several weeks went by. Our schedule had slightly changed.
I came to her house while she was exercising and went to the
pool. Sometimes I brought her to orgasm with my tongue and
my hands. More times than not, we just made love. One day she asked me to teach her how to make me come with her
mouth. The first time my spurts surprised her and my cum
ended on her breasts. The second time she swallowed. The
third time, after I mentioned that to look into her eyes
and come into her mouth was the most sensual thought I could
ever imagine, she did; and it was. It was our special dinner night in a very nice French restaurant
when she said, "I received an invitation from my old sorority to an informal pool cocktail party next week.
I'm not sure I should go." "Why not, " I asked. Cindy answered, "That was a bad part of my life. My
sexual problem was the joke of the sorority. The president
of the sorority was especially cruel and she is the one holding
the party. My only friend from college wrote me that I should
come. On my bad experience when I lay in my bed crying at the
shame and humiliation of my second failure, Judy held my
hand as I cried myself to sleep. I would like to see her, but
there are too many bad memories." "Cindy, " I said, "You make the decision,
but I will be there with you if you want to go." Later that night we lay on the air mattress after an extremely
intense sexual coupling. She looked at me and said, "I
think I want to go." I squeezed her hand. I knocked on her door the night of the cocktail party. Cindy
opened the door and I was stunned. She had obviously gone
to Jo Ann's salon. Her hair had a casual French cut style
that focused your eyes on her face. Her high cheek bones
were accented and her green eyes sparkled. 'War paint'
Jo Ann had said. It was the face of a movie star. She was bare shouldered wearing a very simple yellow halter
top that displayed the beginnings of the mounds of her breasts.
The material covering her breasts stopped just under her
arms; the only thing on her bare back was two strings holding
everything together. Her tight flat stomach was bare;
the stomach muscles showing whenever she moved. Her skirt
ended mid thigh. The hours in the sun had created a tan that
completed the look. It was difficult to decide which was
more sensual–her broad, beautiful naked back or her front
that emphasized her breasts and her stomach. She was more naked then dressed; she was beautiful. We arrived at the party house and rang the doorbell. After
a moment the front door was opened by a heavy set man of about
forty. He had a smile on his face as he said "Welcome."
Then his face was a mixture of puzzlement and awe. He was
looking at Cindy trying to place her name, but he was also
looking at Cindy trying to undress her. Cindy said, "Hi Chuck. Do you remember me? I'm
Cindy…" "Collins?" interrupted Chuck. "You
are Cindy Collins? My God, I don't believe it. You look
fantastic. Come on back to the pool. I'm sure everyone
is going to want to talk to you." We walked to the pool area where twenty couples were standing
around talking with drinks in their hands. They turned
as Chuck led us out and stared. It was the same reaction–who
was this female who appeared ten years younger than anyone
at the party? Chuck raised his voice and said, "Cindy Collins."
Similar to the front door, I was still not introduced. Apparently
I was to be Cindy's unnamed escort. I liked that idea;
this was Cindy's night. Like lemmings, Cindy was quickly surrounded by the males
and a few reluctant females. One female came rushing over
and hugged Cindy loudly saying how beautiful she was. I
assumed she was Judy who had held her hand that ill fated
sex night. The party continued and I stood in the background
as Cindy talked to the people. The men were anxious to be near her; and more than one stared
at her body and dreamed of something that would never happen.
The women–her sorority friends–were socially friendly,
but nothing more. This beauty who had been a nothing in college
relative to them now was being judged by their husbands.
Most of the wives were overweight; some by a lot. Middle
age, food and booze had taken their toll. Cindy was showing
them what they once were; and they were unhappy to be reminded.



Cindy made conversation with everyone. She ignored the
lustful stares of the men and asked them questions that
made them talk like teenagers. She made small talk to the
women. By then I had been introduced as "My boyfriend
Jack." One lady seemed upset as soon as Cindy walked to the pool
deck. I found out that it was Debra, Chuck's wife and
the one who had tormented Cindy throughout her sorority
life. Debra's eyes stayed on Cindy throughout the
night, but they were not friendly eyes–her party was being
ruined by this person who had been a nobody. Two hours later some couples had already left. The remaining
couples were gathered in a circle. I stood behind Cindy;
my position throughout the entire party. Cindy stood at
one part of the circle and Debra stood across from her. Cindy
said to Debra, "Debra, I really appreciate you inviting
me. I have had a wonderful time." Debra looked at Cindy and said with a haughty tone, "You
are very welcome Cindy. I'm glad you came with your
boyfriend. I suppose by now you have gotten over your…your
problems?" The circle went silent. Chuck looked embarrassed and then
started to take a drink to hide his embarrassment at such
a crude remark.


Cindy smiled at Debra and answered, "Why Debra. Jack
and I fuck like rabbits…I just can't get enough of him."



Chuck's drink went down the wrong way; he started choking.
Debra's mouth fell open; her face turned red. Two of
the men were openly laughing. Some of the women had shock
looks on their face while other women looked puzzled–their
brains could not understand what their ears had heard.
Judy had a huge grin on her face. Cindy continued, "Jack and I have some things to do,
so we have to say good-bye." She turned and reached for my hand as we walked away from
the group. Judy yelled, "Wait Cindy, " and came running up to us. She hugged Cindy and said, "Can
we get together for lunch or something? I want to learn how
to be more like you." Cindy told her that of course they could get together. We
left. I opened the car door for Cindy and she slid in. When I got
in the driver's side, Cindy had moved to the center.
She looked at me and smiled. I started the car and I felt her
hand resting on my thigh. She put her head back and closed
her eyes; the smile never left her face.


I drove to Cindy's. Not a word had been spoken. I parked
on the driveway and thought "As soon as we get inside
the door, I will tell Cindy my plans for our future together."



We stood at the front door and as I unlocked it. Cindy said,
"Wait." I turned and she put her arms around
my neck and looked deep into my eyes. She continued, "I
just want to say two things: thank you…and I will love you
forever." I thought, "That's not fair; she beat me to it."
I opened my mouth to tell her of my love for her, but it was
too late–her mouth was hungrily assaulting mine; it was
impossible to speak. We clung to each other for many minutes.
We were reluctant to stop, but finally the kiss ended. Cindy
pushed open the door and pulled my hand. I thought, "It's time we became rabbits–probably
all night!"

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GOOD, DAM GOOD!!!!!

11/17/2007

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Fantastic story! Very well written and extremely well
laid out. Probably worthy of a screenplay. I'm very
serious.

11/17/2007

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This is your best ever. Awesome story and so hot and erotic.
You did a beautiful transformation of Cindy and she showed
you at the end how changed she was. loved the Line at the end
where we fuck like rabbits put everyone else in their place.
Way to to go!

11/17/2007

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THAT WAS THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11/17/2007

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AAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11/17/2007

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A very good story. I can relate to some of the shyness and
loneliness stated in this marvelous story!

11/17/2007

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This just set the new standard for well written AdultFriendFinder erotic
stories. Thank you so much for taking the time to develop
the characters. You certainly made us care for Jack and
Cindy and showed how a story does not have to be graphic and
overtly spicy to keep our interest. With your attention
to detail, I would love for you to continue the development
of their relationship. I hope there will be some more surprise
come-backs to the people in her previous life, or at least
to those who stand in her way to being the woman she does have
inside.

11/17/2007

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Absolutely fantastic! Now THAT is an erotic story. Nice
to see someone that knows the difference between *erotic*
and straight out *sex.* I wish I were Cindy!

11/17/2007

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Well written; I enjoyed it immensely.

11/17/2007

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Absolutely amazing. You are a truely gifted writer!! The
attention to detail and the characters themselves were
a delight.


All I can do is humbly ask.... "More please!!"



"When I'm good, I'm very, very good. When I'm bad, I'm better...." (Mae West)

11/17/2007

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This is an excellent story that I have ever read. so romantic
not erotic and I wish I could meet someone special like Jack.
I thought you have the talent in writing. Have you considered
to explore Jack and cindy into the novel. Just try it, and
you could be compete with LISA KLEYPAS OR ELOISA JAMES.
And I will be the first to stand in line to buy your first novel.

11/17/2007

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One of the best all around stories that I've ever read!

11/17/2007

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see what being a gentleman brings

11/17/2007

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Bravo, Bravo, I loved it. What a Great story you wrote.

11/17/2007

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This is a great story but you already know that. Keep it up!

11/18/2007

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OMG i wish i could write like you ... you spin the best yarns
..i'll be reading your other stories

11/18/2007

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Thank you, your story is excellent. I love to read erotic
stories and I must say that I am very impressed with your
writing skill and mind.


Keep writing dear, you have given a lot of people a lot of
enjoyment.


Regards, JoEllen

11/18/2007

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This is one for the continuously read archives. Obviously,
from this group, many, many thanks.

11/19/2007

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Excellent work.

11/19/2007

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I honeslty think you are the best
Erotic story teller.. great sex alway's startes in the mind and you SO have
it pegged... thank-you... xoxo

11/21/2007

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Well developed characters....... Beautifully written.
I envisioned all the places you visited. It all seemed so
real. I kept wanting to be Cindy. Excellent piece.

11/26/2007

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And he does it again. I've read all of your stories and
keep coming back for more. I sincerely think you are the
best writer on this website.


Your "It started in the rain" series and this
story are the best I have ever had the chance of reading,
probably because take the time to make the characters likeable
and don't jump straight to the sex.


Your talent for description is better than most book authors
out there. If you do this for a living, please let us know
your pen name.

12/3/2007

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Wow, I couldn't stop reading this. Excellent!!!!

1/7/2008

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wow man you deserved her ... great one..[COLOR
deeppink]

1/21/2008

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I love your stories that have fantastic
plots and twists like that!

2/17/2008

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Now that is true romance!!Love the story.Give me more!!!!!

11/7/2008

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The VERY BEST story I've read here... Super!!!

11/7/2008

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OF course in the real world she would have thanked him for
his help and told him she was moving on......or is that must
my real world?


Good story

12/16/2008

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that was very cleverly written i hope that the two of you
is still together

12/16/2008