Ladies Lunch

 This is going to be a “me” post.

I’m coming to enjoy using Kaaren’s blogs in the same way I think he did.

They remind me of keeping a diary like I did as a teenager.

It was like having a nonjudgmental friend that you could share secrets with.

My diary was full of all sorts of stuff including lots of things I wasn’t comfortable talking about with anyone.

It was a great way to “think out loud “ so to speak.

Worked out great until the day when my Mom read it, but that’s a story for another day.

Much to my surprise I heard from an old friend from my college days.

We had been roommates in freshman year and before you ask, she was my first college romance.

They were right when they said that you went to college to learn new things and explore new experiences.

We kept up with each other’s lives from a distance. We both had our careers and families and we drifted apart except for the occasional Christmas card or significant announcements about events in our lives.

I last saw her at Kaaren’s memorial service and despite promises to get together we never seemed to find the time.

Then, out of the blue, she called to tell me she was in town and wanted to see me.

We made arrangements to meet at a nice restaurant near her hotel.

I have to say that the years have been kind to her. She wasn’t the lusty teenager that I had known so intimately, but then, neither am I.

She was married and had a couple of children, cute kids. A full set, boy and girl.

We caught up with each other’s lives over our cocktails.

She was very sorry about Kaaren and was concerned about me being alone.

I told her that although I had retired I was still keeping my hand in the business world.

Between my “golden parachute” and the life insurance settlement from Kaaren I really had no need to worry about anything, at least not financially.

She said that she and her husband were also doing quite well financially but they seemed to be drifting apart. Sometimes she felt like she had made a mistake when she settled down to family life.

Then after a few more cocktails we were reminiscing about our relationship in those crazy college days.

I will admit that I was getting a bit, shall we say, squirmy. The two of us shared so much and discovered delights we hadn’t considered and those memories came rushing back.

When she returned from the ladies room she sat much closer than before and I felt her leg rub against mine.

She smiled at me and asked if I was okay.

I slipped my hand under the table and slid it over the soft material covering her legs.

At that moment I would have done it right there in the restaurant.

We beat a hasty retreat to her hotel and soon found ourselves in each other’s arms.

I swear she still had the nicest lips, soft and yielding then hard and insistent.

Clothes were cast aside and we were lust crazed teenagers again.

She may have been a married mother of two but she still knew how to make me scream.

And I did the same for her. She still tasted the same and even after two kids she still had a cute little pussy.

We enjoyed each other then took a break and then it would start again, and again.

Finally I got up to go. She wanted me to stay but I told her I had things to do at home.

She wanted to know when we could meet again and I told her that we would talk about it.

I was getting a “want out of my marriage and need an excuse” vibe all of a sudden.

And, believe me, I don’t want anything to do with that.

But if was a really fun afternoon.

I got dressed and fixed myself up enough so the public wouldn’t know I’d spent the afternoon between a hot woman’s legs. Kissed her goodbye and headed for the elevator.

As I waited I checked my phone and was surprised to see several missed calls from my big brother.

He almost never calls so I called him back right away.

He told me that he’d been trying to reach me for hours.

I smiled to myself and told him I had been very busy.

I asked him what was so important.

All he said was, “Mom’s dead. We need you to come home.”

My world just changed.

Mrs K