Divorced in Danville

by E. M. Sadler

  As if answering my question, I felt her tongue begin to lick the pre-cum off of the tip of my rod.

  "FUUUUCCCKKK," I said as she then nibbled my tip before slowly starting to pump me with her hands. Glancing down just as she took me into her mouth, I watched as she took me all the way to the back of her throat.

  At that moment all language escaped me, and with my inability to speak, caveman noises started coming from my diaphragm as I watched the beautiful oral ballet Kelly was performing.

  After several minutes of insane levels of pleasure, Kelly than gently began to massage my balls while she alternated between sucking and licking my penis. To encourage her without seeming too aggressive, I placed my hands in her hair guiding her movements by applying pressure to her scalp.

  Suddenly, I couldn't take it any longer, and I stopped her. I'd rather explode inside of her than in her mouth... At least this time.

  Pulling her toward my chest, I grunted out, "Condom, now!"

  Smiling, she grabbed the foil wrapper and gently rolled the prophylactic over my hardness.

  "Now, I'm not very good at being on top, so let me know if you need me to change positions," she admitted shyly.

  Before I could tell her that there was no way she wouldn't excel at this position given her performance so far, she lowered herself onto my shaft.

  Groaning she whispered, "Dale, I feel so full."

  The words were spoken so softly that it was almost as if she didn't realize that I could hear her admission. Then she slowly started gyrating herself pelvis against my groin.

  Alternating between gyrating and moving up and down my penis, it didn't take long for the pressure in my balls to begin building again.

  "Oh my God, I'm not going to last," I said between grunts of pleasure.

  Suddenly she shattered in the midst of her riding causing her to collapse on top of my chest.

  So that I could join in her release, I flipped her onto her back and rode her in return. Because she was still tensing and throbbing around me, I only had to thrust three times before my body began jerking violently, releasing the best orgasm of my life.

  Lost in the glorious oblivion that was Kelly, it felt like hours before I was able to open my eyes and rejoin the conscious world. My eyelashes fluttered, and my eyes focused to see that she was once again staring at me. The intimacy was intense, and my need to consume her overwhelmed my senses.

  Tenderly, I leaned forward and gave her a deep soul-wrenching kiss to show her how much she affected me.

  Breaking away, I whispered into her ear, "Kelly, whoever told you that you weren't good at that position was a liar! That was fantastic on so many levels. I may even have to have an award made up in your honor."

  Reluctantly I pulled out of her so that I could again dispose of the condom that was almost overflowing with my cum. When I returned to bed, I pulled her against me to spoon.

  While enjoying her warmth, the darkness enveloped me in minutes, and I began to drift off to the feeling of her body breathing in tandem against mine.

  Chapter 7 – Kelly

  Cuddling against Dale was heaven.

  I don't think I have ever felt this peaceful with a man before. Within minutes of spooning, I heard the heavy breathing that accompanies sleep coming from behind me.

  Not wanting to wake him, I slowly inched myself up on my elbow so that I could check the time on the bedside clock.

  12:00 am

  My cousin Danielle was keeping the girls until eight tomorrow morning, so I had time to relax with this king of one-night stands. Too bad he didn't live in Danville, I could see myself going out with him again.

  At 6:30 am my alarm went off, alerting me that my time with Dale had passed too quickly.

  Throughout the night we had alternated between dozing, exchanging random trivia, and making love until I had experienced a total of EIGHT orgasms.

  That should last me the next ten years, right? Though, I sincerely hope I don't have to wait another ten years to feel this amazing.

  Slowly, I felt Dale's breathing change as he woke to the sounds of my alarm. Instead of releasing me, he cuddled closer and already I felt how firm he was for me.

  "Good Morning."

  "Good Morning," he said as he rolled me onto my back and began rocking himself against my hip.

  "Ready again I see," I said causing him to chuckle against my neck. "Though I hate to rush, I have to pick up my kids at eight. But I have a little time if you think you're up for a quicky."

  "Ugh! You're so fucking sexy!" he groaned as he grabbed for the last condom. "Kelly, why do you have to live so far away?"

  "We'd probably grow bored of each other if we were in the same city."

  "Not a chance," he declared before moaning and pushing into my wetness. "How are you always ready for me?"

  Knowing that our time was limited, we started moving frantically together as we kissed passionately to the rhythm of our bodies. Spurred by our overwhelming need for each other, a violent pressure built within our bodies.

  Minutes later, our bodies locked as my center latched on to Dale's manhood, sucking him deep to ride out our final orgasm together. The intensity of our post-coital quaking continued to milk our orgasms till we were alerted again by the cell alarm announcing that it was now 6:45 am.

  Kissing him, I reluctantly rolled out of bed and proceeded to grab my toiletries from the small overnight bag I had packed yesterday.

  "I have an extra toothbrush if you need it, but I only brought one floss stick," I announced jokingly.

  Laughing at my goofiness, he rolled out of bed and gracefully sauntered towards me in all the naked glory of a gladiator. Kissing me firmly, he accepted my gift of mouth hygiene and moved towards one of the double sinks to freshen up.

  "You are one of a kind, Kelly," he said, saluting me with his toothbrush.

  "Thank you, Dale," I acknowledged, laughing at his silliness.

  As we dressed in companionable silence, it was evident by our movements that we were both pretty sore from our night's adventures.

  When the clock read 7:15 am, I knew that our time had ended and that I'd have to leave now if I was going to make it to my cousin's apartment in time. Collecting my things, I waited for him outside of the bathroom so that I could say goodbye properly.

  After all, even if this was a booty call, I'm not rude... Plus, I wanted an excuse to kiss him again.

  Dressed only in his suit pants, I had to reign in my libido from the sight of his muscular chest, or I'd be in danger of being late.

  Locking eyes one last time, I told him that I had to say goodbye.

  A look of obvious disappointment and resignation crossed his face as he leaned in for one last earth-shattering kiss.

  Breaking our connection, I said, "It has been an honor, Dale. Feel free to stay here till ten if needed, but I do have to grab my girls before my cousin has to leave for work. "

  With a kiss to my forehead, Dale said, "The honor has been mine, Kelly."

  As I closed the door behind me with a sigh, I resigned myself to reminiscing on the evening till I reached the subway. Then I would relegate this experience to a file marked, "Fantasy or reality?" After all I had known what I was signing up for, and I also knew from Rane that Dale doesn't believe in commitment, so even if there were a chance of continuing whatever we had, it wouldn't have lasted.

  Thinking about the past 12 hours, suddenly saddened me as I walked away from the hotel room door. I couldn't believe that I had gone so many years without feeling this sexually satisfied.

  Except for my first night with my ex, which only involved two orgasms, I have never experienced the euphoria that comes along with being cherished for a night.

  If Dale and I had met back in 2009, there was no way I would have settled for the mediocre sex that my ex attempted a handful of times a year.

  At least now I have an idea of how sex was meant to feel.

  "Go Me!" I whispered on the subway as the older lady sitting ne
xt to me looked as if I had escaped on a weekend pass.

  That's right, stare at me, lady! At least I had nine orgasms in 11 hours.

  Remembering that I still need to thank Rane, I texted:

  Kelly –

  Rane, you are a masterful and fantastic friend! Best sex of my life! Nine orgasms in 11 hours. I owe you one for setting me up with Dale.

  Rane -

  How much did you drink last night Kelly? Dale came home around 8:30 pm and said you were a no-show. I think his pride may be hurt.

  Kelly -

  OOOOOOMMMMMMMMGGGGGG!!!!! Tell me you're joking! Who did I spend the night with?!?!?

  Rane –

  Not sure my friend, but way to go on the nine orgasms. That more than doubles your lifetime record and all in one evening. Rock it sister!

  Kelly -

  Why are you not more freaked about this?

  Rane –

  You were safe, you sexed. No harm, no foul.

  Kelly -

  Why are we friends again?

  Rane -

  Because I'm the type of friend that sets you up on dates for long overdue orgasms. You're welcome btw! I'll take credit for the mystery man, even if we don't know who he is.

  SHIT! Who the hell was that?

  Chapter 8 – Dale

  Dale -

  Hey Kevin, thanks for setting me up with your cousin Kelly. Too bad she lives here in NYC and not Danville, I could see myself asking her out again.

  Kevin –

  What the hell are you talking about Dale? SHELLY (not Kelly) said you were a no-show. She ended up going home, and now you owe me $40.00 for her babysitter btw.

  Dale –

  What are you talking about? I just spent the night in a hotel with Kelly, not Shelly!

  Kevin -

  Fuck man! It sounds like you picked up the wrong girl. LMAO Hope you used protection.

  Who the hell did I spend the night with? And why was I not disappointed that it was Kelly instead of Shelly?

  The week that followed my encounter with Kelly went by fast. Since it was only two weeks post-Kelly that the new school year was set to start at Danville Elementary, I had a lot to prepare for as the school's principal.

  Not only would my twins be starting kindergarten this year, but per my divorce agreement, they would begin living with me full-time during this school term.

  Douchy yoga man had booked a gig as a cruise fitness instructor and Maggie wanted to go with him to see if they could make it in the real world.

  I called bullshit on that. Especially since John and Maggie have been together for more than five years now by my calculations, thus, it's more likely that she's worried he'll find another woman to occupy his time.

  The more I thought about our marriage, the more I realized that I was just a placeholder over the last few years while she waited for yoga man to be able to provide for her financially.

  Completely consumed by her "love" for her lover, Maggie had been an unreliable presence in our children's lives. Sadly, they had even started to realize that they were being given the brush off, and Katie was especially convinced that mommy didn't love her anymore.

  Dealing with this stress just made my pressure-free time with Kelly seem like a blessing. For only one night, I was able to think of myself and not have to worry about taking care of my ex and the kids.

  Something that I hadn't done since before the twins were born.

  Don't get me wrong, I would die for my children, but suddenly becoming the sole parent of 5-year-old twins was exhausting. I knew I was supposed to cherish this time with them, but it didn't make it any less stressful.

  A week before the beginning of the school year was our school's annual open house which I dreaded every year. It was probably the only day I disliked my job.

  Open house nights were always the nights when the problem parents either tried to insert their domineering expectations on my staff or went out of their way to make teachers feel inferior. Granted we still had a lot of great parents in between, but this year I had the added bonus of being a newly divorced, single dad.

  I might as well put up a sign above my head with a neon flashing arrow pointed at my head saying "Open for business," because my new marital status was turning out to be an invitation to all of the single moms to come on to me. One mom even tried to jump me in my office at the end of term last year... which is why I now had security cameras set up in my office.

  Who taught these people about boundaries?

  On the bright side, once tonight was over everything would fall into place like a well-oiled machine and the school year would begin.

  Chapter 9 – Kelly

  "I can't believe my little girl is starting kindergarten in a week!" I whined to my mother.

  "Kelly, calm down. It's not like you're shipping her off to boot camp."

  Sighing in resignation, I asked, "Are you sure that you can watch Mandy tonight? I can find another way to juggle the open house if she's going to be too much of a handful."

  "Young lady, I am 58 years old, not 80. I think I can handle a 22-month-old for three hours. Besides, Mazie needs you focused completely on her tonight. I heard her telling Barbie that Daddy doesn't love her anymore and that she hopes her mommy won't stop loving her too. So, you have to be on your A game for that little angel. "

  I knew that Geoff loved our girls, but I was continuously saddened by the damage his lack of empathy continued to inflict upon them. For years he'd refused to go to counseling, instead of living a "woe is me" lifestyle.

  You can't do that when you're a parent. Didn't Adam Sandler say in the movie Blended that, "Being a parent means sacrificing 99% of the time."

  "You're right, Mom. Maybe I'll treat her to some ice cream on the way there. Thanks again!"

  "Anytime baby!" my Mom said as she kissed Mazie and me goodbye.

  Arriving at Danville Elementary, I was instructed by a member of the PTA to take Mazie directly to her new classroom. When Mazie reached her new teacher's room, she would get to spend some quality time with her doing crafts and getting to know her new class. Parents were then to proceed to the auditorium for orientation.

  Coming from Cecil County last year, which is about an hour north of Danville, I didn't recognize many of the faces in attendance. Hopefully, as I became more involved in the PTA, I could make some new mom friends.

  It had been a while since I had any mom friends.

  In the years since Mazie's birth, I had come to rely on my close-knit group of moms near the house where Geoff and I were raising our family. With my best friends Joanie and Rane being childless, it was hard for them to relate to my daily struggles as a new mom, and with a screaming baby in tow, I suddenly became reliant on the women in my mom's group in Cecil County.

  That's why when I decided to divorce Geoff, I found myself with a tough decision. Be the better person and bow out of our friendships with other couples, or make them chose?

  In the end, I bowed out. This action was especially necessary since Geoff had been close friends with many of them for over 35 years and I had only known them for around 15 years. Either way, the loss of mom companionship had been tough over the last year, but I was hopeful that my luck was about to change.

  The few moms that I was sitting near seemed friendly and genuinely smiled in my direction when we made eye contact, which was always a good sign of a kind soul.

  Around me, old friends were chatting, and I was desperate to find something to offer me a distraction and avoid appearing socially needy.

  Maybe if I began to study the parent handbook diligently, I could eavesdrop on a few conversations and see who might make good friends and who may not.

  "Did you hear about Mr. Wilson?" asked a woman behind me with a voice like whiskey.

  "Now you know I don't listen to gossip, Patricia Samson," her seatmate said.

  "Well, you're going to want to hear this. Polly, he's divorced! As in Single! As in yes, please!" the woman named Patricia stated b
efore emitting a quant squeal of excitement.

  "You're making that up Trish. There is no way a woman would give up a sweet and handsome man like our principal."

  "I swear Polly. I even updated my Tinder account in the hopes that he would sign up and I could hook up with him. I heard that his wife Maggie was having an affair with the yoga instructor at the Y for almost five years! Can you believe it?"

  "If that is true Trish, you cannot call dibs, and Maggie is a fool. Damn! I knew I should have changed out of my scrubs before coming here tonight."

  Though Polly sounded a little sarcastic, I decided not to assume that that was her intent since I didn't know her.

  "Good luck and take a ticket, Polly. That man is going to have every single woman in the county on his tail."

  Before Polly could reply, a hush came over the crowd as the PTA co-presidents, a couple by the name of Rebecca and Michael Fawcett, called out to start the meeting. Trying to stay focused on the speaker, so that I could obtain as much information about my daughter's new school as possible, I was completely unaware of anyone around the stage other than the dynamic co-presidents who worked together like peanut butter and jelly.

  Maybe I should rephrase that. I was completely unaware until Rebecca said, "Now if our esteemed Principal Mr. Wilson will join us on stage for a rundown of school policies. Mr. Wilson."

  And then I understood why every single woman in the county would be lining up for Mr. Wilson.

  "Hi, my name is Dale Wilson," (Yep that Dale!) "... and I'd like to welcome you to this year's Open House...." and everything after that was un-absorbable.

  WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!

  After the speeches were complete, the rest of my evening consisted of my head hanging low, so that my long hair could shield my face from his view and avoiding the 100-foot radius surrounding Dale Wilson.

  If felt like ages until parents were given the green light to collect their children, but as soon as that green light was provided, I proceeded to jet towards my daughter's classroom in the hopes of a quick escape.