So the new year started off with a big surprise. Bill followed Lorraine to her house and when he got there he discovered that her children had gone to a sleepover. He and Lorraine had the house to themselves.
Lorraine was no longer shy, at least not with Bill. When they got inside, she opened a bottle of wine and they sat on the sofa for a quiet moment toasting the new year. Then, Lorraine slipped off her shoes and lay back. “Give me a moment,” she said, closing her eyes. “I’m really tired and my feet are killing me.”
“I smell funky,” Bill said. He stood up, leaned over and took one of her feet in his hands. “You know my feet get tired too,” he said. As he said this, he started massaging her foot.
“I made a fortune tonight,” Lorraine said.
“Good for you.”
“Good for my kids. They need things, things I can’t afford to buy them sometimes. The holidays have been good however. Mr. Dad doesn’t always pay his child support.”
“I’m not having kids,” Bill said.
“Never?”
“Nope. I’m not dad material. Anyway, I’ve got a record and I don’t know how that’s going to affect the rest of my life. At least for now, I can’t even get a job using my degree.”
“Well,” Lorraine said, “I didn’t plan on being a waitress. I planned on being a housewife, on raising my kids, on making sure they went to college. But here I am.”
Bill let the one foot go and started on the other. While he did this, he lifted her skirt somewhat, just enough so that he could look up to see her panties. It wasn’t even an hour since he’d been with Marie. Marie had not bothered him too much. He was able to please her using just his hands. For her part she had wanted to do things to him but he had gotten away with telling her he was tired, smelly, and just wanted to go home. Having been satisfied, she let him off the hook.
After the shower, Bill and Lorraine went into her bed. Hers was a normal queen-size bed, not too frilly, not too fancy. They were both extremely tired and just about the moment their heads hit the pillows they were ready for sleep.
“What time do you have to be in?” Lorraine asked.
“About nine,” Bill said.
“I don’t have to be in till one. But I’m one of the closing girls. My kids will be home by the time I get home from work.”
“Must be tough raising two girls on your own.”
“You’ll never know.”
“No,” Bill said. “I won’t.” He kissed her, softly at first, then more fully and completely. Lorraine moved into his arms and shifted so that she lay on top of him. She took charge of the kissing and positioned herself so that he met her where she wanted to be met.
“You’re sure the kids aren’t coming home?”
“No problem. They’re at the eldest’s best friend’s house. There’s lots of girls there. I’m willing to bet they’re just about all asleep.”
“What we should be,” Bill said.
After he said this, he went to work. He kept Lorraine on him for a while while they kissed and pressed against one another. Then, since there was no hurry, he moved her next to him and did what he did. For her part, Lorraine did what she did, happily, slowly, and with the patience of a mature and experienced woman.
They spent a full hour enjoying each other and when they were done Lorraine poured them each another glass of wine. They sat in candle light in her bed sipping wine and readying themselves for sleep.
When they’d finished their wine and Lorraine had blown out the candles, she lay next to him in the dark. “I’m glad we met,” she said.
Coming Right After Mother’s Day
