Re: "Divorce" adult M/L ch 12 pg7 Jan 25, 2010
Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:50 am
begonia9508
mary mary
L-J-L 76
keepsmiling7
Author's notes: I have a question for my women readers. When divorced men date women it seems it is for sex. Monday morning scores are to how much they got that weekend. When divorced men want to attend an event for the enjoyment of the event it seems that they go out with other men. Now there some events that if a man asked a guy to accompany him might get raised eyebrows. I don’t see a man asking a guy to attend the ballet with him or to attend a charity ball. These occasions demand a partner of opposite sex. (I think) My question is, “What do women expect of a date with a man? Do they look at a date as a tumble in bed somewhere?” TV shows like “Sex in the City” would make one think that they do. When they likewise want to attend events for fun they tend to gaggle together in a female group. Interviewing a divorced man he told me with some rancor that the proper way to start a conversation was, “Are you getting any?”
The second statement is. I have been reading a few “Harlequin Romances” recently. They seem to make their plots by misunderstandings, which could always be solved by a good discussion. Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour used to make their romances filled with verbal and physical battles until the two participants realized that they were really on the same side. With this I think I am on the right track in the current Max/Liz story. I, so far, have promised Dreamer’s ending, but both must still suffer a little more until they finally get their respective heads on straight. KR
Chapter 13
Liz
I was sitting in the Student Union Building, Pam came by. She was like a storm crow. She always made me feel worse after she left. “Liz, have you seen your friend, Sean?” she asked.
I looked up. “Not for several days,” I said. I was careful not to say, since the weekend. The date with Sean was not something I was proud of.
Pam had placed her tray on my table, without a “by your leave.” She sat down and was shaking her milk carton. “He was out drinking Tuesday night. He fell and looks terrible. He says, he has no memory of what happened. He woke up, just inside his door way, all bruised and cut. He has two black eyes and his lips are badly cut right in front. If you like to make out, he isn’t going to be a good candidate for a while,” she told me.
“Pam, I am not interested in making out with Sean, anytime. I am sorry he was hurt, but that will not affect me in the least,” I declared.
“Oh come on, Liz, on Monday, Sean was telling everyone what a hot date you both had. He said you were very skilled, if you know what I mean,” she said with a wink.
I just sat with my head in my hands. That bastard, had told everyone, about me dating him! Stories like that had cost me my marriage. Pam wasn’t through.
“I saw your ex this weekend,” she said. “We went out. How did you let a man that hot in bed, get away?” She seemed delighted in stinging me.
“Pam, Max and I are divorced. I assure you I have no interest in what he does. If you were on a date, I hope you both had a good time,” I managed without breaking down.
Pam never noticed how this was affecting me. “If I can just land him, I am going to be real careful, not to let him get away from me, like you did. I intend to get a ring on him as soon as possible,” she said gleefully.
Thankfully, Pam left. By the time I got back to my department, my eyes were red with crying. It was true that I no longer had any claim on Max. We were divorced. I had been dating others and I imagined, so had he. It was just the way Pam said it. It hurt so much. “A man so hot in bed!” How did I let him get away? When Doctor Fredrick saw me, she arranged another graduate student to take my lectures for the afternoon. She sent me home.
Since I was home early, I decided to look at my emails.
From: 45@fifteen_minute.love.com
To: 26@fifteen_minute.love.com
(The men were odd numbers and the women were even.)
I have looked at your profile that you filled out. I think we have a great deal in common. I would like to email you directly. SThomas@roadway.com
From: 53@fifteen_minutes.love.com
To: 26@fifteen_minutes.love.com
(This was from the second man who had asked me to fill out his questions.)
I thought you were a beautiful woman, at the party. I would like to get to know you better. Would you like to meet somewhere, for coffee Saturday? Please email me at my regular address.
ThRoberts@ pathways.com
Teddy
That is what I needed this weekend. Someone to call me a beautiful woman.
From: EParker@ ridgeway.net
To: ThRoberts@pathways.com
There is a small café just south of the college. Would you like to meet me there about 2:00PM Saturday?
Teddy had left me a name. He had also called me a beautiful woman. That was a man I wanted to meet face to face. I would look at some of the rest of the emails, later.
I called on Maria. “Hey, Chica,” was the greeting I got.
“Hey, Maria, ¿que pasa? That meant what was going on or what was new.
“I don’t know, how are things with you?” was her answer.
I dropped all pretenses. That was the good thing about Maria. You didn’t have to make any show. I felt like hell and I didn’t have to pretend with her.
“Pam Troy came by at noon. She was bragging about the wild date, she had with Max. Maria, I know I have to move on, but the way she said things just hurt me,” I told her.
Maria was all motherly now, “Like what, Chica?” she asked.
“The first thing she said was, “How did I let a man that hot in bed get away? I know I have to move on. We are divorced. We both are dating other people, but Pam just rubbed my face in the fact that she was fucking Max.” I was letting all my anguish run out. Maria was my friend even though she refused to talk about Max. At least, she would listen to me.
Maria had her arm around me. “Chica, I told you, let him go. Hanging on, is not healthy for either of you. Besides, Michael and I saw you with Sean Saturday night. He was the one who tore your marriage apart. Be careful about Pam. Wasn’t she the person who told you about Max and Tess in the first place?” Maria had given me a warning that I needed to consider.
Maria’s tone changed. There was something bothering her. “Look, I said I wouldn’t ever say anything about Max. Michael took Max out for a beer, Tuesday. Michael is upset, but he won’t tell me anything. I don’t know if they got into a fight or they had a fight with a third party. There was blood on Michael’s shirt that he refuses to explain. You need to stay away from that worthless cousin, of mine! Going with him won’t help you.”
“I am, now!” Maria did not notice the emphasis on the word now. I thought this was not the time to tell Maria anything about what happened on the date I had with Sean.
“Look, you have to get Max out of your system. Go with someone nice and get laid,” Maria encouraged me.
“I have a coffee date this Saturday,” I told her.
“Chica, that is great! It is a start. Just keep looking,” Maria exclaimed.
Max
It was Friday night. I picked up Tess. Oh my god, I had forgotten what a beautiful woman she was. I was wearing a dark suit, as she had suggested. She was wearing a black gown. Her hair was done up and it looked like a golden halo crowning her head. Pam was really pissed off when she called me today. She had made plans for us to be together this weekend. I told her that I already had plans. She tried and tried to find out what the plans were. Finally, I told her that if she wanted to go on other dates with me, that was all right. I wasn’t going steady at my age, ever again. If she wanted to go out next weekend, I would make plans to be available. Her language was almost as bad as that of Liz, when she threw me out of the house that fateful day when we split up.
Tonight, I was with Tess. I tried counting the years since I was a freshman, but I kept stumbling trying to count backwards. Let’s say, it had been a long time, since we were freshmen. I still saw her as an angel. This time, I saw her as an angel who could give as well as take love from her escort. I didn’t know what the night would be, but I was game, for almost anything.
We walked down the receiving line. It was made up of all the bosses and many of our major customers. They all were there to greet the ones who were responsible for their wealth and power. Old Chessgow was there. The old son-of-a-bitch remembered every name of every employee. “Good evening, Miss Harding, good evening, Mr. Evans, I have been hearing good things about both of you. You make a beautiful couple tonight. Tess modestly blushed. When she blushed, it went down to the start of her gown. Since the gown was backless and had a plunging neckline, the blush was very titillating. I found myself wondering how she kept that dress up around her perky breast. I guess she used some of that double sticky tape that models used.
They served a dinner, which was typical of affairs like this. The dinner was too small, too bland and badly cooked. The guest made up for the lousy dinner by grazing on the H’orderves like a heard of cattle. The drinks flowed, but not knowing what was in store for the evening, I drank very little.
While watching the people ebb and flow like recurring tides, I lost track of Tess many times. Just when I thought she had slipped out, she would reappear at my side always looking ever so adorable. Tess was in marketing. She had used her biology to perfect the way we sold our product. I remembered Sheila. She was in advertisement. Wasn’t that the same thing? It hit me. Tess was selling herself just like Sheila. I wondered if she was screwing her way up the corporation like Sheila was.
Several times, Tess pulled me toward some bureaucrat, who she made a show of introducing me to. Later, she told me that she was solidifying my job position, as well as hers. It seemed like hours, but it probably wasn’t nearly as long as I felt it was. I looked at my watch. It was only 11:00. Tess took my hand. She folded her arm around mine and we walked again down the line. This time Tess was complementing everyone for the perfect party. I just nodded at every thing she said. Within ten minutes, we were outside and I sent the valet service to get my car.
When we got to Tess’s home, I walked her to the door. I turned her to face me. “Tess, it has been interesting. I have learned a lot watching you. I know that if you can’t cook it in a test tube, I don’t want anything to do with it.”
Tess laughed a tinkling laugh. “Oh Max, don’t you ever want to stretch you managerial skills?” she said.
I laughed, also, “No, Tess you are much too good at it. I will stay in the labs where I belong.” I leaned forward to kiss her good night. I figured she would offer me a cheek, but I was in for a surprise.
Tess threw her arms around me. The kiss she planted was one of passion. “Max, you are not in high school, but you are no better than you were long ago at reading signs. With one arm firmly about my neck, Tess opened her door. She led me inside and from there to her bedroom. She sat me down on the bed and said, “Max, wait here. I will be back in a minute.” I figured she just needed to go to the bathroom. It was several minutes.
When Tess came back she said, “Max, I make that dress look good. I know it. You just do not know of the magic of mastic, that it takes to hold that damned dress up. Disrobing in front of you would destroy the magic!” Tess was now dressed in a white silk robe. She took me by the arm. Wash up and hang your clothes on the rack. There is another robe there if you feel the need. It doesn’t matter. Neither of us will be wearing robes for very long.
I hung my clothes where Tess told me. I sponged off the best I could. I had no idea what Tess had in store for me. I donned the robe and loosely tied it in front. I walked back into the bedroom. Tess was sitting waiting for me. Her robe was no longer tied.
Tess smiled as I came in. She patted the bed beside herself. “Sit right here, Max. I will start by doing things that pleasure you. Then, I am going to ask you to do things that pleasure me. Finally, we are going to explore things that pleasure both of us together.
Tess touched something. The light in the room dimmed. She pushed me down on my back and then, she unwrapped my robe. Tess started at my face. She was kissing me and tonguing me all over. She worked her way down to my groin and I could feel her kissing my shaft. Every touch of her lips made me shudder. She worked back to my face and continued kissing and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I was breathing heavily, as she was lying on top of me. Tess talked to me softly. Now, Max breath deeply, you need the oxygen.” She rolled over on her back and said, “Now Max, do exactly the same to me.” I opened her robe. For the first time, I saw the flawless body of the girl I could have had as a freshman in high school, if I had been wise enough. When I got to her breasts she said, “Please Max, give that area special attention.” When I worked my way down, I saw that Tess was not a natural blond. She probably had light, almost mousy colored hair. I could only chalk one up, for makeup and fashion. Why shouldn’t a girl use the means at her disposal to best show off her assets? Her body was still one to dream about. As I was moving my kisses through her muff, I felt her shudder. This was doing to her the same as it had done to me. When I finished doing as best as I could, ‘exactly’ what she had done to me, wherever physically possible, Tess pulled me to her. “Max, make love to me.”
I fairly exploded in Tess. We kept it up until we were exhausted. “Max, it isn’t a marathon. We are not trying to set any record. What we are trying to do is show our care for each other. Next time, we will start with you showing me what you like best and I will try to duplicate it. Tess and I had our arms wrapped around each other. We lay there quietly and soon, sleep found us.
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Stories by Ken
mary mary
L-J-L 76
keepsmiling7
Author's notes: I have a question for my women readers. When divorced men date women it seems it is for sex. Monday morning scores are to how much they got that weekend. When divorced men want to attend an event for the enjoyment of the event it seems that they go out with other men. Now there some events that if a man asked a guy to accompany him might get raised eyebrows. I don’t see a man asking a guy to attend the ballet with him or to attend a charity ball. These occasions demand a partner of opposite sex. (I think) My question is, “What do women expect of a date with a man? Do they look at a date as a tumble in bed somewhere?” TV shows like “Sex in the City” would make one think that they do. When they likewise want to attend events for fun they tend to gaggle together in a female group. Interviewing a divorced man he told me with some rancor that the proper way to start a conversation was, “Are you getting any?”
The second statement is. I have been reading a few “Harlequin Romances” recently. They seem to make their plots by misunderstandings, which could always be solved by a good discussion. Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour used to make their romances filled with verbal and physical battles until the two participants realized that they were really on the same side. With this I think I am on the right track in the current Max/Liz story. I, so far, have promised Dreamer’s ending, but both must still suffer a little more until they finally get their respective heads on straight. KR
Chapter 13
Liz
I was sitting in the Student Union Building, Pam came by. She was like a storm crow. She always made me feel worse after she left. “Liz, have you seen your friend, Sean?” she asked.
I looked up. “Not for several days,” I said. I was careful not to say, since the weekend. The date with Sean was not something I was proud of.
Pam had placed her tray on my table, without a “by your leave.” She sat down and was shaking her milk carton. “He was out drinking Tuesday night. He fell and looks terrible. He says, he has no memory of what happened. He woke up, just inside his door way, all bruised and cut. He has two black eyes and his lips are badly cut right in front. If you like to make out, he isn’t going to be a good candidate for a while,” she told me.
“Pam, I am not interested in making out with Sean, anytime. I am sorry he was hurt, but that will not affect me in the least,” I declared.
“Oh come on, Liz, on Monday, Sean was telling everyone what a hot date you both had. He said you were very skilled, if you know what I mean,” she said with a wink.
I just sat with my head in my hands. That bastard, had told everyone, about me dating him! Stories like that had cost me my marriage. Pam wasn’t through.
“I saw your ex this weekend,” she said. “We went out. How did you let a man that hot in bed, get away?” She seemed delighted in stinging me.
“Pam, Max and I are divorced. I assure you I have no interest in what he does. If you were on a date, I hope you both had a good time,” I managed without breaking down.
Pam never noticed how this was affecting me. “If I can just land him, I am going to be real careful, not to let him get away from me, like you did. I intend to get a ring on him as soon as possible,” she said gleefully.
Thankfully, Pam left. By the time I got back to my department, my eyes were red with crying. It was true that I no longer had any claim on Max. We were divorced. I had been dating others and I imagined, so had he. It was just the way Pam said it. It hurt so much. “A man so hot in bed!” How did I let him get away? When Doctor Fredrick saw me, she arranged another graduate student to take my lectures for the afternoon. She sent me home.
Since I was home early, I decided to look at my emails.
From: 45@fifteen_minute.love.com
To: 26@fifteen_minute.love.com
(The men were odd numbers and the women were even.)
I have looked at your profile that you filled out. I think we have a great deal in common. I would like to email you directly. SThomas@roadway.com
From: 53@fifteen_minutes.love.com
To: 26@fifteen_minutes.love.com
(This was from the second man who had asked me to fill out his questions.)
I thought you were a beautiful woman, at the party. I would like to get to know you better. Would you like to meet somewhere, for coffee Saturday? Please email me at my regular address.
ThRoberts@ pathways.com
Teddy
That is what I needed this weekend. Someone to call me a beautiful woman.
From: EParker@ ridgeway.net
To: ThRoberts@pathways.com
There is a small café just south of the college. Would you like to meet me there about 2:00PM Saturday?
Teddy had left me a name. He had also called me a beautiful woman. That was a man I wanted to meet face to face. I would look at some of the rest of the emails, later.
I called on Maria. “Hey, Chica,” was the greeting I got.
“Hey, Maria, ¿que pasa? That meant what was going on or what was new.
“I don’t know, how are things with you?” was her answer.
I dropped all pretenses. That was the good thing about Maria. You didn’t have to make any show. I felt like hell and I didn’t have to pretend with her.
“Pam Troy came by at noon. She was bragging about the wild date, she had with Max. Maria, I know I have to move on, but the way she said things just hurt me,” I told her.
Maria was all motherly now, “Like what, Chica?” she asked.
“The first thing she said was, “How did I let a man that hot in bed get away? I know I have to move on. We are divorced. We both are dating other people, but Pam just rubbed my face in the fact that she was fucking Max.” I was letting all my anguish run out. Maria was my friend even though she refused to talk about Max. At least, she would listen to me.
Maria had her arm around me. “Chica, I told you, let him go. Hanging on, is not healthy for either of you. Besides, Michael and I saw you with Sean Saturday night. He was the one who tore your marriage apart. Be careful about Pam. Wasn’t she the person who told you about Max and Tess in the first place?” Maria had given me a warning that I needed to consider.
Maria’s tone changed. There was something bothering her. “Look, I said I wouldn’t ever say anything about Max. Michael took Max out for a beer, Tuesday. Michael is upset, but he won’t tell me anything. I don’t know if they got into a fight or they had a fight with a third party. There was blood on Michael’s shirt that he refuses to explain. You need to stay away from that worthless cousin, of mine! Going with him won’t help you.”
“I am, now!” Maria did not notice the emphasis on the word now. I thought this was not the time to tell Maria anything about what happened on the date I had with Sean.
“Look, you have to get Max out of your system. Go with someone nice and get laid,” Maria encouraged me.
“I have a coffee date this Saturday,” I told her.
“Chica, that is great! It is a start. Just keep looking,” Maria exclaimed.
Max
It was Friday night. I picked up Tess. Oh my god, I had forgotten what a beautiful woman she was. I was wearing a dark suit, as she had suggested. She was wearing a black gown. Her hair was done up and it looked like a golden halo crowning her head. Pam was really pissed off when she called me today. She had made plans for us to be together this weekend. I told her that I already had plans. She tried and tried to find out what the plans were. Finally, I told her that if she wanted to go on other dates with me, that was all right. I wasn’t going steady at my age, ever again. If she wanted to go out next weekend, I would make plans to be available. Her language was almost as bad as that of Liz, when she threw me out of the house that fateful day when we split up.
Tonight, I was with Tess. I tried counting the years since I was a freshman, but I kept stumbling trying to count backwards. Let’s say, it had been a long time, since we were freshmen. I still saw her as an angel. This time, I saw her as an angel who could give as well as take love from her escort. I didn’t know what the night would be, but I was game, for almost anything.
We walked down the receiving line. It was made up of all the bosses and many of our major customers. They all were there to greet the ones who were responsible for their wealth and power. Old Chessgow was there. The old son-of-a-bitch remembered every name of every employee. “Good evening, Miss Harding, good evening, Mr. Evans, I have been hearing good things about both of you. You make a beautiful couple tonight. Tess modestly blushed. When she blushed, it went down to the start of her gown. Since the gown was backless and had a plunging neckline, the blush was very titillating. I found myself wondering how she kept that dress up around her perky breast. I guess she used some of that double sticky tape that models used.
They served a dinner, which was typical of affairs like this. The dinner was too small, too bland and badly cooked. The guest made up for the lousy dinner by grazing on the H’orderves like a heard of cattle. The drinks flowed, but not knowing what was in store for the evening, I drank very little.
While watching the people ebb and flow like recurring tides, I lost track of Tess many times. Just when I thought she had slipped out, she would reappear at my side always looking ever so adorable. Tess was in marketing. She had used her biology to perfect the way we sold our product. I remembered Sheila. She was in advertisement. Wasn’t that the same thing? It hit me. Tess was selling herself just like Sheila. I wondered if she was screwing her way up the corporation like Sheila was.
Several times, Tess pulled me toward some bureaucrat, who she made a show of introducing me to. Later, she told me that she was solidifying my job position, as well as hers. It seemed like hours, but it probably wasn’t nearly as long as I felt it was. I looked at my watch. It was only 11:00. Tess took my hand. She folded her arm around mine and we walked again down the line. This time Tess was complementing everyone for the perfect party. I just nodded at every thing she said. Within ten minutes, we were outside and I sent the valet service to get my car.
When we got to Tess’s home, I walked her to the door. I turned her to face me. “Tess, it has been interesting. I have learned a lot watching you. I know that if you can’t cook it in a test tube, I don’t want anything to do with it.”
Tess laughed a tinkling laugh. “Oh Max, don’t you ever want to stretch you managerial skills?” she said.
I laughed, also, “No, Tess you are much too good at it. I will stay in the labs where I belong.” I leaned forward to kiss her good night. I figured she would offer me a cheek, but I was in for a surprise.
Tess threw her arms around me. The kiss she planted was one of passion. “Max, you are not in high school, but you are no better than you were long ago at reading signs. With one arm firmly about my neck, Tess opened her door. She led me inside and from there to her bedroom. She sat me down on the bed and said, “Max, wait here. I will be back in a minute.” I figured she just needed to go to the bathroom. It was several minutes.
When Tess came back she said, “Max, I make that dress look good. I know it. You just do not know of the magic of mastic, that it takes to hold that damned dress up. Disrobing in front of you would destroy the magic!” Tess was now dressed in a white silk robe. She took me by the arm. Wash up and hang your clothes on the rack. There is another robe there if you feel the need. It doesn’t matter. Neither of us will be wearing robes for very long.
I hung my clothes where Tess told me. I sponged off the best I could. I had no idea what Tess had in store for me. I donned the robe and loosely tied it in front. I walked back into the bedroom. Tess was sitting waiting for me. Her robe was no longer tied.
Tess smiled as I came in. She patted the bed beside herself. “Sit right here, Max. I will start by doing things that pleasure you. Then, I am going to ask you to do things that pleasure me. Finally, we are going to explore things that pleasure both of us together.
Tess touched something. The light in the room dimmed. She pushed me down on my back and then, she unwrapped my robe. Tess started at my face. She was kissing me and tonguing me all over. She worked her way down to my groin and I could feel her kissing my shaft. Every touch of her lips made me shudder. She worked back to my face and continued kissing and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I was breathing heavily, as she was lying on top of me. Tess talked to me softly. Now, Max breath deeply, you need the oxygen.” She rolled over on her back and said, “Now Max, do exactly the same to me.” I opened her robe. For the first time, I saw the flawless body of the girl I could have had as a freshman in high school, if I had been wise enough. When I got to her breasts she said, “Please Max, give that area special attention.” When I worked my way down, I saw that Tess was not a natural blond. She probably had light, almost mousy colored hair. I could only chalk one up, for makeup and fashion. Why shouldn’t a girl use the means at her disposal to best show off her assets? Her body was still one to dream about. As I was moving my kisses through her muff, I felt her shudder. This was doing to her the same as it had done to me. When I finished doing as best as I could, ‘exactly’ what she had done to me, wherever physically possible, Tess pulled me to her. “Max, make love to me.”
I fairly exploded in Tess. We kept it up until we were exhausted. “Max, it isn’t a marathon. We are not trying to set any record. What we are trying to do is show our care for each other. Next time, we will start with you showing me what you like best and I will try to duplicate it. Tess and I had our arms wrapped around each other. We lay there quietly and soon, sleep found us.
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Stories by Ken