The divorce is over.Stacy and I are moving forward, monogamously.
I lock the door behind us as she clocks in. I head back to the stockroom (yes, the same stockroom from this past weekend). A minute later she is there with me, hands draped around my neck, looking up into my eyes with soulful deep brown irises. Beautiful.
We kiss. Her tongue slides in my mouth.
It is night time. We are laying on a blanket outside staring up at the half moon.
T has been gone 10 days now. There are many moments that I miss her. Expected, I guess. I do have to admit that while there are moments in the day that I miss her, I am glad it is finally over. Both of us are free at last.
People are in your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime
T and I are scheduled for 5 minutes in front of a judge on May 4th. I was nervous this evening in anticipation of how she would take the confirmation.
T and I have grown into friendly roommates. We’ve been headed down this road for years and are finally here.
We met in reverse and our relationship is growing in an unexpected direction. As many of you know, I found Stacy through SA.
There was a moment where she was stretched out on the floor. Laying on her stomach. Partly covered by the blanket. Her naked butt and shoulders peeking out from cover.
I want her to be my girlfriend, and that we spend the night together at either her place or mine one or two nights a week.
Early in the flight she pulls down her tray table and puts her on it in an attempt to sleep through the bumpy ride. The profile of her body is distracting. Black knit top perfectly outlining her petite profile.
There we were watching an episode of ‘Drunk History’, and T rang my phone.
“Can you let me in?”