That junk, I assumed were all the things I had lent her that she never, ever bothered to return. And some mementos too.
“Thanks Mrs. … Joan.”
“I’m sorry it ended like that for you, Mike.”
“She’s not here?”
“She’s … let’s just say she’s out for the whole afternoon.”
Joan’s hair was wet. She must have just been in the shower.
“I hope she meets the right guy, which definitely wasn’t me. I saw something good in Lori, though. I wouldn’t have stayed with her a whole year if I didn’t.”
“Lori has some, shall we say, rough edges,” Joan laughed.
“Another good thing is that I got to meet her mother. Her real mother, not just the dance instructor I had known.”
I hugged Joan. When I stopped, she said, “Next week I’m going to a concert with Mr. Benson from down at the bank. He’s been asking me out for years, but … Mr. Branch and all. I never would accept. Now, well now I’ve changed. I didn’t think I ever would. But, I want you to know that you played a big part in letting me get to know myself again.”
“I’m glad you feel like that. I wouldn’t want to think I did anything that made you regret what we did. I know there’s some lucky guy in your future.”
“I think … I know you’re right. And I’ll be lucky not to be alone any more.”
“I guess this is the last time I’ll be seeing you for a while. I’m leaving for college on Wednesday.”
Joan took my hand and said, “I know only good things are in store for you. But, before you go, can I ask you for something?”
“Sure. Anything.”
She hugged me close and whispered, “Make love to me. Please. I want you to take my midlife virginity. And I would hate to lose it to some fumbling old man.”
Her bedroom was surprisingly feminine, color-wise and with lace and decorative pillows and everything. Nothing like I had pictured because of the personality she had projected.
I shed my clothes and then undressed her. We stood embracing, naked. Me and a woman three times my age.
On the bed she guided me onto my back and kissed my lips and then trailed down to my penis. She licked and sucked on it, little sounds of satisfaction coming from around her stretched lips.
We traded places at my direction, and she said, “You don’t have to do that.”
“But, I want to,” I said. I did. I wasn’t lying, but my real reason was I knew she wouldn’t have any lubricant in that fancy nightstand, so I ate her pussy, but was leaving lots of slippery saliva down there. I wanted this to be as easy as possible for her.
I climbed between her legs. “I can’t believe this is happening. After all these years. In my whole life … you’re the only other man.”
I brushed up and down that soaked mass of gray hair, coating my cock. I placed the tip at the hole that had expelled Lori and pushed. Little-by-little I fed my entire penis into Joan. She sweat and writhed and breathed—but took the whole thing.
“Oh God—I’m a whole woman again,” she gasped.
She was surprisingly responsive and full of unused energy. We did a dance that was not taught in her studio. The dance of a man and a woman trying to become one.