Three weeks later I t Chrissy. We lived together for 3 years before getting married. The funny thing was the marriage only lasted a little over a year.
We knew it was a mistake after just a few months but stuck it out hoping against hope that things would improve.
They didn’t and when Chrissy got a lucrative job offer from out of state, we hired a law firm to do the paperwork for an amicable divorce. We could have saved several thousand dollars if we had just waited a little longer to get married.
After she left, things really picked up at work and I got so absorbed in the job I didn’t think much about dating.
When I did think about it, I certainly never considered dating anyone as young and pretty as Rita. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t romance, only gratitude. The more we talked, the harder it beca to make that distinction.
Rita had a wonderful sense of humor and we were still laughing and joking after she parked the car and led to the door of her ho.
"You’ll have to forgive the ss." She said as she unlocked the door. "I wasn’t really expecting to entertain tonight." As she entered and turned on the lights I looked around.
Except for a small disarrayed stack of magazines on the love seat and an open newspaper on the coffee table, the apartnt was immaculate. She quickly collected the magazines and put them next to the sofa which was on the opposite side of the coffee table.
I laughed. "You call this a ss? I was expecting underwear on the lamp shades or sothing!"
She laughed and said "Thats only when I AM prepared for entertaining." "Then I’d sure like an invite to your next party." I replied. We both laughed as she headed for the kitchen and I sat on the loveseat.
She ca back with a box of bandages, a bottle of white wine, and a pair of glasses. "I hope this is ok," she said, offering the bottle. "I don’t have anything else alcoholic in the house and, honestly, I need a drink."
"It’s fine." I replied. "A party for two is ok by ."
She applied a dicated bandage to my chin and sat back on the sofa. We continued talking as I uncorked and poured the wine.
Sowhere during our second glass, she giggled and said "God, your comnt about the underwear on the lampshade got thinking of the parties we had back in my dorm in college." She laughed so more.
"One of my roommates was really wild. She would always manage to smuggle sothing in to spike the punch or get drunk and do sothing crazy. One ti she tried to organize an ’underwear identity’ party where the girls would put a pair of their underwear on one of the hall lights.
The guests were supposed to guess which pair of underwear belonged to a particular girl and get a kiss if they were right." She giggled and continued "Well one of the girls down the hall wanted no part of it. ’You’ll burn in Hell for this!’ and all that.
Soone got hold of a pair of her underwear and when she ca out of her room to escape before the party started, my roommate grabbed the underwear and scread "I know who THESE belong to". Then she grabbed the girl and gave her a big French kiss!" Rita was really laughing now, and so was I. "The girl was so pissed she ran directly to the dean’s house and protested.
Just when the party was starting campus security showed up, collected all the panties, and shut us down. We all got letters sent ho to our parents. Worse yet, I lost one of my sexiest thongs."
I was laughing right along with her, but at the ntion of "thong" my dick felt a small twinge. "So," I said when the laughter subsided, "you wear thongs?" "Not since college" she responded, smirking. "Now I only wear them for special occasions."
That brought another twinge. I didn’t know where this conversation would go but I was enjoying the teasing anyway. I had to ask "Does dinner with a division head qualify as a special occasion?" Her smirk broadened into a smile as she answered "Not yet."
Unfortunately, before my dick could respond she asked "So, what were college parties like when you were there?" I imdiately felt the weight of our age difference and the 1/4 hard on that had been starting vanished completely.
"Oh just the usual stuff. It was a lot easier to get booze into the frat houses then so there were a lot of drinking gas.
Once in a while soone would get a ga of bikini twister or strip poker going. One of the frats even got busted for immoral conduct if you can believe that."
"Really?!?" she asked in mock surprise. "How did that happen?"
"It turned out they actually kept so whores in the house full ti during finals week to ’calm’ the brother’s nerves. When the national fraternity found out they closed the Chapter. It was a sha, too. That frat had the BEST parties"
"And what made them so good?" Rita asked as she poured the last of the wine bottle into our glasses.
By now I was beginning to feel the wine so I said "Back then the main thing you needed was drunk coeds and good music." "Hmmm," replied Rita, "That sounds like a request for another bottle of wine!" With that she got up and headed for the kitchen.
Was it my imagination or did she seem to move more suggestively this ti? My dick certainly thought so as I felt another twinge. It could be that Rita had loosened up with the wine and was teasing for fun.
Or it could be that she really found attractive. OR, most likely, it was all a product of my sex addled imagination and Rita was simply feeling the wine.
After what seed like a long ti, Rita returned with another bottle of wine. She looked different. The jacket was gone and so were her shoes and hose. The top two buttons of her blouse were also undone.
She caught staring at her and said "I just took a second to get comfortable. I hope you don’t mind. Why don’t you kick off your shoes and relax. It’s been a long night."
Mind? I sure as hell didn’t mind. My dick gave another twinge of approval. While I untied my shoes, she poured two more glasses of wine and curled herself onto the sofa. As I picked up my wine she said "A toast! To gallant knights And fair damsels" I injected. Then she added more seriously "and new friends." We clinked glasses and drank.
Now even though I’d been out of the dating scene for a while I still recognized that look in Rita’s eyes. Still, given the circumstances, I didn’t want to push anything. The last thing she needed was two overly aggressive males in one night.
I decided I’d let her make whatever moves would be made. This also saved from rembering how pathetic I must look to her.
There was a short lull in the conversation as we sipped the wine. I looked over at Rita and she smiled warmly, stood up, and ca to sit on the love seat next to .
"You looked lonely." she said.
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