As I opened the office door I was starting to worry that my boner was obvious. I walked in but didn’t see Jean anywhere. I smiled at Betty behind the counter thinking I could find out where Jean was and maybe have a moment alone with her right away.
“Hi Betty. Is Jean around?” I asked.
“No, she went home early.” She said.
My mouth opened in shock. I was dumbfounded. “Sh – she went home early?” I stuttered.
“Yeah.” Betty looked at me quizzically obviously noticing my shock. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“I … No. I was just going to give her my paperwork.” I immediately realized how lame that sounded as most times we just put it on the counter.
“Okaaay.” Betty said with the same quizzical look on her face.
“I… Well, I happened to run into a friend of hers at one of my stops that said to say Hi.” I lied.
“Oh. Well, she said she had to get home. Something about getting ready for some friends to come over.”
“Oh.” I said, with the quizzical look on my face now. I paused as I thought about whether Jean might be expecting me to come over again. But I was sure we had not discussed that. I turned to walk out the door.
“Dan. Your paperwork!” Betty said. She gave me a funny smile as I turned and handed it to her.
As I walked out the door I thought about whether I should go to Jean’s house after work. Then I thought about the morning and a few things seemed to stick out now. I remembered Jean’s somewhat mournful smile as she asked “One last time?” The word last had more meaning as I thought about it now. It was suddenly clear to me that last had meant forever. One last fuck before we both got on with the rest of our lifes. Then she had left work to make sure she would miss me if I happened to get back early.
The realization felt devastating, especially after dreaming of her all day long.
I was depressed the whole weekend. I thought about Jean constantly and relived my first sexual experience over and over again. When I thought about it rationally, I realized that the way it ended was really the only way it could end. But, man! I wish there could have been one more night. I took a shower on Saturday and reluctantly washed my cock that I knew still had some residual from her pussy. Sunday was a new day and I finally started feeling a little bit better. I still couldn’t stop thinking about Jean though and wound up jacking off to daydreams about her naked body. It was not nearly the same.
Monday was the start of the last week at work until I went back to college. I was scheduled to stick around the warehouse pulling orders and loading trucks. I had to go into the office once and almost ran right into Jean.
She smiled wanly at me and said “Hi Dan. How are you?”
“I … I’m good.” I stuttered.
She smiled again and placed her hand on my arm and whispered to me. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”
I smiled back and she walked away.
I started feeling better after that. She was married with a kid and I was a 19 year old college student. It wasn’t like we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend. On top of that I had lost my virginity to a beautiful woman and by all the evidence I had from that experience, I was apparently pretty good in the sack.