Divorced in Danville

by E. M. Sadler

  "Sure," I said.

  Once the swinging door to the kitchen closed, Dale filled me in on the reason for his request.

  "One of the fire alarms was pulled at the school. They think it was someone playing a prank, but the police need me to come down to the school while they do a final sweep of the building.

  "Is there any chance you could watch the kids for about 30 minutes so that I can run the keys over?"

  "Of course! I'm sure we'll be fine."

  "Thank you, Kelly! I appreciate this."

  And then, he pressed a soft kiss on my lips and was out the door before I could respond.

  Man, I forgot how wonderful his lips felt against mine.

  Once I had reentered the dining room, I saw him talking to his kids before jetting out of the house. Luckily, the kids seemed un-phased by his absence and continued chatting animatedly.

  Since the children appeared to have had their fill of pizza, I ushered them into the bathroom to clean themselves up while I scrubbed off the layers of cheese and sauce from Mandy's face and hands.

  With everyone cleaned up, I directed the kids into the family room so that they could watch a cartoon and begin to wind down for the evening. Once Mandy was settled in the corner with some of her mega blocks, I noticed that John was abnormally quiet.

  "Hey John, are you okay?"

  "I'm fine," he said with an unconvincing sigh, right before a tear trickled down his cheek, breaking my heart.

  "Oh no! What happened?" I asked pulling him onto my lap. "Are you worried about your Daddy? I promise he'll be right back."

  After a long bout of silence, John turned to me and said, "My mommy never wants to see me anymore. I try to be good and not get into trouble, but she pretends like she's not my Mommy and I don't understand why?"

  "Sweetie, I'm sure your mommy wants to see you."

  "No, she doesn't!" he said with a hiccup, "She hasn't even called us like she promised."

  "I'm sure there was a VERY important reason that she couldn't call you. After all, you're the coolest little boy I know," I said tickling his side, which elicited the teeniest speck of happiness in his still tear-filled eyes.

  "Now, I have an idea!" I said loud enough to get the girls' attention. "Who wants to have a dance party?"

  "WE DO!!!" the girls yelled while jumping up and down.

  "Isn't dancing for girls?" John asked skeptically between sniffles.

  "Dancing is for EVERYONE! Plus, it's super fun. Now let's hook my phone to the speaker and see if we can't find a good song."

  As soon as I pulled up my dance playlist and hit shuffle, Usher's DJ Got Us Fallin' In Love, came through the speakers. "Oh! My! Gosh! Kids!!!!" I said in exaggerated excitement. "THIS is my jam!"

  "Isn't jam for your toast?" John asked.

  This little boy needed to lighten up.

  Turning up the music I replied, "John my friend, a jam can also mean awesome music! Now let's do this, guys. Time to dance!!!"

  It only took a few moments before even the skeptical John was dancing with the girls who were busy jumping around like they were in a mosh pit.

  To add to the fun, I decided now would be the perfect time to teach the kids some of my epic moves. Recreating part of the dance scene from the movie Lovestruck: The Musical, it only took a few beats before all of the kids were trying to mimic my impressive moves.

  Because dancing to Usher always makes you cool.

  Chapter 18 – Dale

  By the time I arrived back at Kelly's, it was already 8:15 pm.

  Hoping that my delay hadn't messed up their bedtime routine too much, I began knocking on the door only to have no one answer. The reason had to be the insanely loud music that was currently vibrating through the front door.

  Giving up on knocking, I took a gamble and opened the door only to be confronted with the most epically awesome vision I have ever seen in my life.

  Kelly and the kids were flinging themselves around the living room spastically in the most uncoordinated display of dancing seen since Anthony Michael Hall’s dance scene in Sixteen Candles. The only person who appeared to have any rhythm at all was little Mandy, who was in the corner shaking her butt to the beat of the music.

  Luckily, the cat who initially seemed engrossed by the scene before it had the premonition to retreat from the living room that second because less than one second later, Kelly started to lead the kids in a series of horrible Rockette kicks that would most certainly have ended with the poor cat being drop kicked across the room.

  The best part was that no one realized I was there.

  Enjoying the fact that I could stare greedily at Kelly without having to worry about others noticing our attraction, I allowed myself to fantasize about all of the ways I wanted to worship her beautiful body.

  It didn't take long before I concluded that not only was Kelly indeed the worst dancer I have ever seen in my life but at that moment I was "fallin' in love" with Kelly Jenkins.

  As soon as the song ended, Kelly collapsed onto the couch, only to have all of the kids tackle her in a fit of giggles.

  "That was so much fun Mazie's Mommy!" Katie squealed.

  "Can we do that again?" begged John.

  Deciding to alert them to my presence, and hoping to enjoy the shock that I knew would be etched on Kelly's face, I said, "I think it's getting late. Maybe it's time for us to wind down a little.

  "Kelly, do you think I can speak with you in the kitchen again?" I asked in mock seriousness as I secured the deadbolt on the front door.

  Shock still radiating off of her, she quickly replied, "Sure, let me put on an episode of Scooby Doo for the kids and set Mandy in her playpen."

  With the kids situated, I followed a very self-conscious Kelly into the kitchen, enjoying the gentle sway of her butt as she walked in front of me.

  "So, you saw that?" she asked shyly.

  "I did!" I said looking through a doorway and discovering a private laundry room set off to the side of the kitchen. Needing to touch her without fear of munchkin intrusion, I laced my fingers through hers and pulled her into the laundry room, closing the door with her backside as my mouth slammed against hers.

  God, how I've missed her body against mine.

  Our mouths mated aggressively until I separated from her long enough to say, "Those were the sexiest moves I have ever seen."

  "I'm sure... I'm just so naturally sexy," Kelly said, sarcastically, as I trailed wet kisses down her jaw.

  How could she be so insecure after what we had shared? Didn't she understand the epic level of my attraction to her?

  "Kelly, you are the sexiest woman I have ever met. Can't you feel how turned on I am right now?"

  Chapter 19 – Kelly

  How did I ever think I could go three months without touching him? Furthermore, I couldn't believe I was making out in my mother's laundry room with Dale.

  Not only did he think my horrible dance moves were somehow sexy, but the throbbing erection pressed against my stomach was telling me that he was speaking the truth.

  Suddenly, I couldn't take the separation anymore. I had to have this man inside of me right now. Grabbing for his belt, he simultaneously helped me onto the folding table set up against the wall while we divested each other of our pelvic barriers.

  Thank God I decided to stay in my work clothes because my skirt was allowing for easy access.

  Right before he entered me a sobering look came over his features. "Crap! I don't have a condom."

  "It's okay, I had my tubes tied, and I'm clean."

  Without needing a different response, Dale slammed himself into me touching my deepest wall with his tip. Groaning in mutual relief, he sighed into my shoulder and said, "Kelly, how are you already so wet?"

  How was he so perfect?

  At that moment my mouth found his, and we began to move. The intensity of our movements combined with our position meant that he was rubbing my clit perfectly with his coarse body hair and within seconds my orgasm bega
n to build inside of me.

  Feeling my body tighten around his, Dale separated our mouths and whispered into my ear, "Come for me, Kelly. Come for me."

  And I did, causing a domino orgasm to overcome us as we shatter in wave after wave of pleasure, moaning into each other's mouths to muffle our sounds from our children in the other room.

  "We fit so perfectly! How is it possible that I have survived this long without you?" Dale said between panting breaths, just as we heard a knock on the door.

  "Mommy," Mazie said.

  "Yes, baby?" I said while both of us were desperately trying to suppress our laughter.

  "Mandy is asking for booby."

  "I'll be right out there, baby."

  "What are you doing in there?" she asked just as Dale was biting his hand to stop from choking on his laughter.

  "Mr. Wilson is helping me change a light bulb," I lied.

  "Oh, okay," she said before we heard her footsteps retreating.

  Unable to stop the laughter, our bodies that were still connected began to vibrate in a fit of giggles and chuckling.

  “I can't believe we just did that," I said incredulously.

  "I can, and as much as I hate to separate from your warmth, we should probably get back out there. If I stay inside you a second longer, I'm going to want you again," Dale said with a kiss against the tip of my nose.

  Cleaning ourselves quickly and redressing, we walked into the living room five minutes later to find that Mandy was now the only one awake.

  "Booby, Mommy, booby!" she demanded from her playpen.

  Selfishly wanting extra time with Dale, I suggested, "Since you'll need help getting the kids into the van, why don't I put Mazie and Mandy to sleep, and then I'll help you load the kids."

  "Sure. I'll just send out some work emails about the fire alarm that was pulled tonight and hang out in here," Dale said pointing towards the lazy-boy located between the family room couch and window.

  Excited that this evening was going so well, I attempted to hurry Mandy through our nighttime routine, only she was not willing to budge on her mommy time. Finally, around 9:00 pm, she started to drift off, sleepily asking for me to sing her the "booby song." Which was just J-Lo's Booty song, with the word ‘booby' replacing ‘booty.'

  Chapter 20 – Dale

  With all of the essential emails sent for work, and Kelly still busy with Mandy I began to wander around the house in the hopes that it would reveal more of Kelly's life to me. Particularly drawn to a wall of family photos, I walked a little bit farther away from the family room then was probably polite to gawk at the wall showcasing Kelly's life.

  None of the pictures appeared to be of Geoff, but there was one particularly breathtaking one of Kelly on her wedding day. The flawlessness of her made my hands itch with the need to caress her again.

  How could any man not fight for that woman? I could promise on a stack of bibles, that if she had been mine from the beginning, I would have done everything to make our marriage work. In the short two months we have spent talking and getting to know each other in a non-biblical way, I've learned that no woman had ever made me feel as at ease as Kelly Jenkins.

  Just as I was about to turn and head back towards the family room, I heard the sleepiest little voice whisper, "Mommy, sing me the booby song."

  There's a booby song?

  And if I weren't already falling in love with Kelly, this would have been the moment I would have started. Suddenly Kelly softly began to sing, "Big, big booby, Mandy's drinking some booby."

  Had she re-worded a J-Lo song for nursing?

  This woman was so full of odd and delightful surprises.

  Wanting to avoid discovery, I silently made my way back to the family room and began nosing through her iPod for insight into her taste in music, which was just as eclectic as the woman herself.

  Disco, R&B, Bollywood, and Country were among the mix of genres represented in Kelly's playlists.

  Just as I began browsing her collection of singer/songwriter tunes, I heard her approach from behind and jovially said, "So besides not knocking before entering, you also like to be nosey I see."

  Smiling at her appearance, I defended myself by saying, "Surprisingly, I am not nosey with anyone but you. As far as letting myself in without knocking, that is simply untrue. I knocked until I realized the music was too loud for you to hear me, and made an executive decision." Then I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

  "You're forgiven," she said, kissing me on my neck.

  "Now, how about a quick dance before we load the children into the van? I at least owe you a little romance after my caveman routine earlier in the laundry room."

  "That was quite primitive," she said with a laugh. "But, I can't remember the last time I danced with a man. Are you sure you're not worried that my killer moves will end in my crushing your feet?"

  "You are definitely worth the risk, Kelly," I said while pressing play on the classic Dance with Me by Orleans.

  Enveloping her into my arms, we began to sway, and I silently prayed that the words expressed in the lyrics were able to convey to her all of the things I wanted to confess at that time.

  When the song had ended, I reluctantly released my hold of her, and gave her a cherishing kiss that I hoped would tell her how special she was becoming to me.

  "I need to go," I whispered.

  "You do. Hopefully, the kids aren't too cranky tomorrow."

  "We should be okay. The kids are night owls like me, so 10:00 pm isn't too much of a stretch from their 9:30 pm bedtimes. Plus, they technically went to bed at 9:00 pm if you count them passing out on your couch. "

  Each of us picking up a child, we carried them out to my van and made quick work of securing them into their booster seats.

  "I guess the next time we'll see each other, will be the Thursday after next. Unless..."

  "Unless what?" I asked.

  "Well, my mom asked if I would drive up to my uncle's pumpkin farm after church on Sunday. He has a new tractor extension for his hayride and thought it would be fun for the kids to take it on a test run. It would just be my family, but I understand if that seems a little too much, too soon. And..."

  Before she could continue, I stopped her rambling with a firm kiss.

  "We'd love to go. Do you want to ride together? My van can hold all four kids."

  "That would be great," she said blushing a deep red. "I'll see you on Sunday."

  "I'll see you on Sunday."

  With a kiss on her cheek, I climbed into the driver's side of my van and reluctantly headed towards home.

  Wanting to let her know that I was still thinking of her before bed, I sent her a text hoping that it would express my desire.

  Dale –

  Thinking of you. Will I ever be able to get enough?

  Kelly –

  I was just thinking the same thing. Weren't we going to wait till December to continue certain intimacies? ;)

  Dale –

  Kelly, I'm surprised I stayed away from you this long. You have no idea how much it takes for me NOT to touch you at every chance.

  Chapter 21 – Kelly

  My first reaction after receiving this text was to jump up and have another dance party. However, in my experience, things never went this well for me, so it was vital that I proceed with caution. After all, eventually, my novelty always wore off.

  What did my ex use to tell me? "You're too weird. No one else but me will want you."

  Now that I was falling in love with Dale, if he were to reject me, I may be ruined for all future relationships. Besides the fact that he was out of my league in the weight and looks department, I was concerned that once he had healed from his divorce, he would realize all of the options he had.

  He really could have his pick of single women.

  Kelly –

  You say that now, but will you say it in 6 months when my quirks become annoying?

  Texting him my fears may have been the chicken shit way of
handling my insecurities, but it was the only time I could talk with him without my brain failing to fire its engine.

  Dale –

  I just have a feeling about us. It was fate! We were supposed to meet Kelly.

  Plus, my quirks are way weirder than yours.

  Kelly –

  No way! What quirks do you have?

  Dale –

  Sworn to secrecy?

  Kelly –

  I swear that I (and the cell phone company) will keep the information you are about to divulge a secret. I'll even delete it after reading it if you like.

  Dale –

  I wouldn't go to that extreme, but I will now bring you into my confidences.

  I do not like to watch horror movies. (Any child who primarily grows up at a 200-year-old courthouse has enough spook factors to last a lifetime.)

  My dissertation was about the importance of the arts in regards to helping the academically gifted thrive. During my research, my favorite part was going to all of the high schools in a 50-mile radius and watching their musicals.

  I have seen every episode of Alf, twice, and Saved by the Bell at least twice.

  See. Quirks.

  Kelly –

  All right, I concede. Your quirks are way weirder than mine. j/k

  I agree horror movies are the worst, so let's talk about something other than horror movies for a second, or I'll have a hell of a time going to sleep.

  Dale –

  How about we talk about the laundry room.

  Kelly –

  What specifically about the laundry room would you like to discuss?

  Dale –

  Well first, being inside of you again was even better than I remembered. And secondly, feeling you without a barrier was incredibly erotic. You should probably know that I plan on touching myself to that memory until I'm able to have you again.

  I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by his admission. So turned on that I boldly texted:

  Kelly –

  You mean, like I'm touching myself right now?