Amantha was surprised to learn that Kathleen lived alone. The wedding ring on her finger made her believe otherwise, but her husband had died in a car accident a few years ago. They’d had no kids.
Dining out and shopping with Kathleen had been loads of fun. Kathleen insisted on paying for most things, and it became obvious to Amantha rather quickly that yes, the office manager really did like her. Amantha was flattered, and she let Kathleen know in her own subtle yet obvious way that the feeling was mutual.
Amantha was married, however. She loved her husband dearly despite becoming more like damn good friends over time than lovers. Amantha may be young at heart in many ways, but she wasn’t exactly young and horny. Sex wasn’t the object of the game for her. Like most middle-aged people, good company and conversation were all she needed to feel complete. It was fun seeing and meeting various people whom she found to be attractive and interesting, but she couldn’t see herself going beyond a quick kiss or two.
During the few hours they had spent together, they’d learned a little more about each other, though nothing overly personal.
“Do you have any pets?” Amantha had asked her.
Kathleen nodded as she spooned some vanilla ice cream into her mouth. “A cute little pug. You’re welcome to meet him sometime.”
“I’d like that, even though I don’t know much about dogs.”
“Well, perhaps I can bring you home with me sometime and you can learn a little.”
And so they exchanged a few emails over the next couple of weeks and then arranged for Kathleen to take Amantha to her house one Saturday afternoon.
The weather was gorgeous, just like it had been the first time they’d gotten together.
The first time they’d met, Amantha had worn a sundress so that it would be easier to change when trying on new clothes. Now she wore shorts and a tank top.
“You look cute,” Kathleen told her when she hopped in the passenger seat.
“Oh, do I? Well, thank you very much.”
Kathleen smiled broadly and pulled out onto the road. Amantha took in her appearance. She was dressed the exact opposite of how she dressed at the office. Now she wore casual jeans and a light blue T-shirt. Amantha wasn’t sure which style she liked better on her.
Eventually, the businesses began to disappear and the houses became sparser, even though they hadn’t driven far.
“Wow! This is really nice—almost like a rural town inside the city.”
“Yup,” Kathleen said, almost proudly. “I love it out here.”
“I’ve never been out this way before. I had no idea this was even here.”
Kathleen pulled into the driveway of a peach-colored house that sat in the middle of a spacious, lush green lot.
“My God! I am totally wowed. This is barely ten minutes from our place. It’s beautiful. You must have close to an acre of land here.”
“Yes, almost.”
Amantha looked at the neighboring houses. The two on either side of Kathleen’s house were a bit hard to see because of the trees bordering the properties, but she could make out enough patches of slate blue poking through the trees on the left and patches of white poking through the trees on the right to tell the houses were a couple of hundred feet away—just like the mint green house across the street. “What paradise you live in.”
“Wait till you see the inside and meet Winston,” Kathleen said eagerly.
It was at that point that Amantha glanced at Kathleen and realized that if, for some reason, she ever chose to pull away, Kathleen might not want to let go so easily.
Three Months Later…
Amantha sat on the couch as Kathleen slowly began to devour her. She moaned with delight as Kathleen’s tongue lowered and found that special spot between her legs.
Kathleen pulled back a moment to glance up at her with a smile. “Feels good, huh?”
She nodded, eager for her to continue.
“You sure you can do this?” she asked with a provocative smile.
“Lick me, stick me, ride me... I’m up for anything,” said Amantha, in the throes of passion.
After they both came, Kathleen tugged her up by the wrist. “Come on.”
She guided her down the hall and into her bedroom, where she gently nudged her onto the bed. Amantha was lying on her back. Kathleen straddled her and began to grind her lower body against Amantha’s.
“Wow. I’ve always wanted to do this with a woman,” breathed a less experienced Amantha, with pleasure.
“It’s a wonderful feeling,” Kathleen said as she slid her hands upward toward Amantha’s breasts and nuzzled the crook of her neck with her lips.
Amantha wrapped her arms around Kathleen’s back. She moved slowly and gently at first, increasing her rhythm and intensity as their need for release grew.
She was surprised. She didn’t think she could cum twice, but she did. She hadn’t done so in years.
They took a moment to catch their breath, and then Kathleen said, “Stay put.”
Amantha couldn’t imagine what might be next on the menu of sensual delights. She only knew that she was beyond spent, and it was all good. Definitely all good.
But then Kathleen reappeared from the bathroom, and Amantha could see that she now wore a strap-on.
“Wow, Kathleen, really? I didn’t think this was your thing.”
“There are probably a lot of things you don’t think could be my thing,” she said impishly.
As it hit her brain that Kathleen was dead serious about doing her with the strap-on, she sat upright. “Whoa. We have to slow down. It’s been a long time since… you know.”
“Yeah, I do know,” Kathleen said understandingly, light blue eyes gazing into her dark green ones.
“So I can’t just up and do certain things, Kath.”
Kathleen leaned in close, gently nuzzling her ear. “I get that, sweet pea.”
“So can we wait?”
“We can, but you said you were up for anything, and I like to take what you say literally. How about we just take it real slow—like only for a minute or two?”
Hesitantly she said, “Okay, but real slow and just on the outside.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll just push gently on the outer area, and if you want me to stop, just say the word.”
“I mean it. No going inside. Those muscles have to get used to this kind of thing.”
“I get it,” Kathleen said, now with a slight hint of impatience in her voice. “I’m a woman too.”
Amantha lay back down on the bed and tried to relax, wondering what she’d gotten herself into.
A few hours later, Amantha was back home and trying to appear normal around her husband. If Roland suspected anything, he didn’t let on.
Amantha’s relationship with Kathleen had quickly gone beyond dining, email, shopping, and Skype video chats. It was getting to be too much for her. All Kathleen seemed to want from her was sex, sex, sex. She would never have guessed her to be such a nympho. She may have been in good shape, but she was still in her fifties, for God’s sake—as she had been surprised to learn. Initially, she thought she was younger.
The question was whether or not she should tell Kathleen that she wanted to slow down, or simply break things off completely with the woman. She didn’t want to hurt her feelings and lose an otherwise good person, and she knew that would really put them both in an awkward spot when she went to the dentist and saw her in the office.
Then it hit Amantha. Why tell her either of these things? Instead, she would simply be unavailable to get together more often, claiming to be busy or something like that.
Yeah, that’s it, Amantha smiled to herself. A friend just asked me to ghostwrite a book for them.
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and then Add to home screen.