Divorced in Danville

by E. M. Sadler

  Dale –

  Give me a second to get into bed, and I'll join you.

  Oh! My! God! Twenty-four-year-old me would be thoroughly shocked by my behavior, but the thirty-eight-year-old me was squealing with excitement.

  Dale –

  Calling you now!

  Holy crap! I thought we would be doing this through text!

  Before I could contemplate my burgeoning nerves, my phone vibrated.

  "Hey!" I said awkwardly.

  "Good evening Ms. Kelly! Now, where were we? Oh yes, tell me again how you are touching yourself?"

  "Um... Well, right now my fingers are circling my clit?"

  "And Kelly, what are you thinking about while you are doing that?"

  Spurred on by lust I explained, "I'm thinking about how wonderfully you filled me, before releasing your cum...How about you?"

  God, I hope I don't sound like an idiot.

  "I'm gently rubbing my tip and remembering how it felt to slam against your feminine walls, over and over again."

  Breathing heavily, I added, "Oh God! Dale, my fingers still smell of us. Please tell me you're stroking yourself for me."

  I may have sounded entirely out of my comfort zone, but I didn't care, this was the most exciting phone call I had ever had.

  "Kelly, you're killing me, I wish I could be inside of you right now," he paused to grunt in ecstasy, "Tell me when you're close? Tell me when you're right about to explode so that we can come together."

  "Dale I'm so close, please thrust inside of me."

  "Put three fingers inside of your sweet pussy for me and stoke your clit with your thumb. I'm so close to coming for you Kelly, come for me, baby! Let me hear you say my name."

  And that was when I felt my hips begin to buck as if possessed by the ghost of Dale's lovemaking.

  "I'm coming, Dale, oh Dale!" I said muffling my scream into my pillow so I wouldn't wake the children.

  Then I heard Dale grunting four times before he shakily whispered, "Oh Kelly!"

  Both in a euphoric stupor, it was at least two min before either of us were able to speak.

  "I've never done that," I admitted shyly.

  "Neither have I."

  Chapter 22 – Dale

  "Do you think that we could talk for a little longer? I'm not ready to let you go yet."

  "Sure," Kelly replied. "It's only 11:30 pm, and I'm a bit of a night owl."

  "Well that is a relief," I said chuckling. "Wouldn't want my selfishness to make you cranky for work tomorrow."

  "Oh, I'll be cranky tomorrow, but it won't be because of your sexy talk."

  "Really? Then please tell me what will make my Kelly so disagreeable tomorrow morning?"

  "This is where I tell you one of my deep, dark secrets," she admitted in a dramatic voice.

  "And what is this secret? Are you going up against another Al?"

  "Well, I'm always cranky for the first two hours of every day. It's an incurable disease."

  "I don't believe you. If my memory of August 9th is correct, which I'm sure it is, you were quite agreeable the morning we awoke together."

  Giggling on the other end, she said, "Well maybe waking with you is the exception."

  "Maybe we should test your theory in December with a night away. Maggie's parents are taking the kids the second weekend in December to celebrate their family Christmas. Any chance you could get away?"

  "Do you mind if I let you know the first week in November? My ex and I set up his visitation schedule monthly so that I won't know till then. But I can suggest that as a good time for him to have his first overnight alone with the girls."

  "That's right, December is when the weaning begins. It's a good thing I'll be around to help relieve some of the pressure while you adjust to not nursing Mandy." The idea of suckling on those glorious breasts already had me hard again.

  "Behave Mr. Wilson, or neither of us will get any sleep tonight."

  "One day soon, Kelly Jenkins, I will have you for the entire night again, and I don't plan on letting you sleep."

  "Dale, I hope you're right because I think you are a beautiful man."

  "Kelly, the feeling is mutual."

  "So, you think you're a beautiful man too?" she asked jokingly.

  "No, I'm just plain Dale. However, you are an exquisite woman. One who becomes more beautiful and precious with every passing week. Now I'll let you go get some sleep since it's past midnight."

  "Goodnight, Dale."

  "Goodnight, Kelly."

  As much as I wanted to fall asleep, my cock wouldn't allow it. Conjuring visions of Kelly coming violently against me in the laundry room, I began stroking myself to the memories of how she felt at the moment of our mutual orgasm.

  Within minutes my movements started to hasten, I felt my balls tense with the extreme need of relief before my cum exploded all over my stomach, Kelly's name on my lips.

  Chapter 23 – Kelly

  When Dale called me on Thursday night, I was utterly flustered in a good way. However, when he called me at 10:00 pm on Friday night, it fulfilled a secret craving that had only reared itself occasionally in my lifetime.

  Dale made me feel thoroughly desired, appreciated, and needed. Things no man had ever entirely been able to accomplish.

  We chatted about our day: Him telling me about the crazy fifth graders who kept leaving cold spaghetti noodles in his office drawers and me telling him about the call center representatives I had to deal with who thought I was crazy.

  We chatted about our kids: Him telling me about how his twins decided to paint his sandwich with shoe polish thinking that it was like the dye Mrs. Dalton had used on their food and me telling him about how Mazie decided to paint Mandy's face with my favorite lipstick. Etc. Etc.

  The conversation could be described in one word- gratifying.

  While making plans for another call on Saturday at 10:00 pm, we decided to make it a ritual until we became annoyed with each other's company. Which he assured me was never going to happen.

  I was not as confident considering how often my ex used to inform me that my personality just didn't mix well with others.

  Saturday morning to kill time I decided to take the kids to the local aquarium. I figured the distraction would help me avoid counting the minutes till 10:00 pm. (At 8:00 am, that added up to 840 minutes.)

  Surprisingly, while walking through the section marked "The Fish of the Amazon," we ran into one of the moms from the PTA. Appearing friendly for the most part, I decided to stop and exchange pleasantries in the hopes of building relationships that would help me be an active mom in my girls' education.

  "Hi! Isn't your name Polly Wilcox?" I asked a woman with dark hair and glasses.

  "I am Polly. Don't I know you from the open house?"

  "That's right. Only I don't think we were ever formally introduced. My name is Kelly Jenkins, and these are my girls Mandy and Mazie. Are these your boys?"

  "One of them is." Pointing to a strawberry blonde boy about the age of seven she said, "The little boy by the piranhas with the reddish hair is my son Tyler, and the boy next to him is Peyton. He belongs to my friend Trish, who's also here but had to run to the restroom."

  "Are you originally from Danville? I've lived in Cecil County for the last 17 years, so I feel like I don't quite know anyone in town."

  "Born, raised, and only left for college. As far as getting to know people, we'll have to remedy that. I'm on the PTA welcome committee, but apparently, I'm not doing my job correctly.

  "My goal was to try to contact each of the parents with children entering kindergarten and invite them to our monthly pizza fundraiser, but I guess I must have forgotten to copy you on the welcome email. Since I'm waiting on Trish anyway, why don't you text me your email address to my phone number and I'll send you a copy of the last three newsletters?"

  Just as I was hitting send on my text to Polly, Trish approached us. "This place is so disgusting! The bathroom must be across from the bait room be
cause the smell of dead fish is wafting through the room," she said incredulously. "Please tell me you're ready to leave, Polly."

  "I think the boys are about ready," Polly said sweetly, even though her admission wasn't reflecting itself in her eyes. "But before we leave, Trish have you met Kelly Jenkins? Her daughter Mazie just entered kindergarten at Danville Elementary."

  "Pleasure to meet you. Patricia Samson," Trish said with a face that said that meeting me was the opposite of pleasure. "Now can we go? I want to have time to get ready for dinner with Dale. You know Dale Wilson right Kelly? He's the principal over at Danville Elementary. "

  And then my heart broke into a million pieces.

  In shock, I said, "Um, I've seen him around. He seems like a nice man. Have you been dating long?"

  "Not yet, but I'm sure after tonight we will be quite exclusive," she said with a tone that screamed ‘MINE!'

  "Well, I guess we'll let you get going then," I said trying to hide my hurt. "It was lovely meeting the two of you. Thanks again Polly for forwarding those newsletters to me."

  Plastering a fake smile to my face and willing myself to focus only on my girls and not my broken dreams, I hurried through the remaining exhibits so that I could find somewhere far away from Patricia Samson and her happy existence. Finding solace at the nearby bookstore, I was able to give the kids some playtime before we finished up our day with some gourmet grilled cheese and headed home.

  When we finally made it home, Mandy was so exhausted from her day of fun, that she went to bed in record time and Mazie was thankfully not too far behind.

  At 9:30 pm, I finally let my devastation take ahold while treating myself to a nice cold beer from my uncle's brewery.

  How did I not see this coming? We never said we were exclusive and I did tell him he had to wait till December before I could make time for him. Plus, Trish looked like a modern-day blonde Donna Reed, and I was more like the overweight sidekick of a rom-com, so I could see her appeal.

  But, then again, he always made me feel like I was the only one. Like I was somehow designed for him. How could that be when he had been dating Trish?

  Sucked into my vortex of self-pity, I almost miss the annoying buzzing sound coming from the coffee table in front of me. Worried that it might be my mom, I answered without even looking at the caller ID.

  "Hello?"

  "Hello, Kelly?"

  "Oh, it's you!"

  Chapter 24 – Dale

  Why did Kelly seem so angry?

  "Is everything okay, sweetie? I thought we agreed that 10:00 pm would be our new call time," I said using my best damage control voice.

  What happened between last night and today?

  "First of all, should you be calling me sweetie when you have a girlfriend?" she asked with veiled hostility.

  "Kelly, I'm confused. Why do you think I have a girlfriend? You're the only person I've been with other than Maggie since 2002. Who told you I had a girlfriend?"

  "Well, it just so happens that I saw one of the moms from school today. You know Trish Samson, right? Tall, blonde and beautiful. According to her, tonight you guys were making it ‘official.'"

  "Trish Samson told you that?" How dare she try to say we were something more than friendly acquaintances, especially when the only time I saw her was when our parents shared a table at the country club's fundraisers.

  "So, you admit it!" she said, her voice full of accusation.

  Damn, she was feisty when she was mad.

  "All I admit is that I know her casually, but Kelly I have never even dated Trish."

  "So, you didn't have dinner with her tonight?" she asked with a sigh of relief.

  "Tonight, I had dinner with a group of my parents' friends. Every couple of months they hold a fundraiser at their local country club, and Trish 's parents always attend with her in tow. But besides being placed next to her at the table by the fundraiser coordinator, I had little to do with her throughout the whole night and spent most of my time talking with my dad about hunting season."

  Silence. Did she hang up?

  "Kelly?"

  "I'm here," she said meekly.

  "I would never have been intimate with you if I had interest in anyone else. What you and I have is so special, that there is no way I would risk a possibility of us by dating a bitchy debutante like Trish Samson."

  "So, you're not dating anyone else?" Kelly asked.

  "I am not dating anyone else, nor do I plan to. If I do it will be because you have sent me packing."

  Eliciting a soft laugh due to my comment, she replied, "Same for me."

  "Kelly, if you were here right now, we would be having insanely fulfilling make-up sex. Who knew my sweet Kelly could be so feisty?"

  "Well, we are still getting to know each other. I've been told in the past that my voice can get quite scary when I'm angry."

  Chapter 25 – Kelly

  He wasn't dating Trish! I can't stop doing an internal happy dance to the sing-songy tune of "He isn't dating Trish!"

  "So, are you a yeller when you're in a fight?" he asked innocently.

  "Well, in my family we like to argue loudly, but quickly. We aren't very good at being silent or passive aggressive in an argument, and we don't like to hold grudges. How about you?"

  "Well, I'm far from passive aggressive, but years of working in the school system has taught me how to avoid yelling. However, I do like the idea of getting arguments over efficiently, and I'm not afraid of a feisty brunette yelling in my direction if it means we get to have makeup sex later," Dale admitted with a tone that could make my soul follow him like the pied piper any day.

  Did I mention he wasn't dating Trish?

  "Now that I know to avoid Trish and her web of lies, how was your day?" I asked matter of factly.

  "It was pretty laid back until the last 25 minutes," Dale said good-naturedly. "On Saturdays, we tend to spend the whole day with my parents. I play golf with dad and mom usually bakes with the kids. Then we'll have a family dinner at one of the local restaurants on site."

  "Wait! They have more than just a cafeteria at your parent's assisted living facility?"

  "They do. It's more like a village than an assisted living facility. They did a great job of setting it up more like a gated community so that the residents don't feel like their restricted. My parents are still relatively young and live in one of the cottages, so they still drive and take vacations.

  "Tonight, instead of going to one of the restaurant's on-site, my parents asked me to fill a chair at the table they purchased for their country club's fundraiser. Their neighbor Mrs. Lytle watched the twins. How about you, did you get up to any shenanigans today?"

  "Again, with the word shenanigans, Mr. Wilson?"

  "It's my new favorite word, Ms. Jenkins."

  Laughing at his silliness, I told him about the trip to the aquarium and running into Polly Wilcox.

  "Oh, you'll like Polly Wilcox. Your kids aren't the same age, but she is not one of the fake moms you'll occasionally run into."

  "Well, that's good to know," I said happily. I did like Polly. Up until Trish's performance, I felt Polly might end up being a potential mom friend. "From now on, I'll have to ask your opinion about the moms I meet. Apparently, some of them like to lie."

  Laughing he said, "This is true, the popular girls from high school eventually do become the popular moms at the PTA. So, what did you guys do after the aquarium?"

  Detailing the kids playing at the bookstore and eating grilled cheese should have bored Dale, but it didn't.

  "How are you so good at listening about my mundane day? The last person outside of my family to want to hear the details of my boring life was my high school boyfriend."

  "Your ex never asked about your day?" he asked in disgust.

  "He would occasionally ask sarcastically, but usually he would roll his eyes if I started talking about my day and walk away."

  "I know he's the father of your children, and one of my favorite things
about you is that you avoid drone on and on to me about how we compare, but he sounds like a jackass. A true partner ALWAYS cares about your day."

  Wanting to change the subject to avoid any crying I said, "Thank you for that, Dale. Now tell me about this fundraiser."

  After another 20 minutes of companionable chit-chat, we said our goodnights and made plans to meet at the local Bojangle's after church so that we could head up north to my uncle's farm.

  The next morning went by quickly, and despite church running late, we still made it to Bojangle's just as Dale's van was pulling up. While transferring the girls' seats into his van, he leaned over and whispers, "Let me know when you're ready for me to kiss you in front of the kids. I hate not being able to greet you properly."

  Smiling I responded, "Soon, Dale. That is a promise."

  Once we had loaded everyone, we made a quick run through the drive-thru for a snack of biscuits and jam before hitting the road. Thankfully, Dale's van came fully loaded with a DVD player, which entertained the 5-year-olds. Thus, once Mandy passed out 10 minutes into the drive, Dale and I were finally able to have some time for private conversation.

  "I forgot to ask, where do you go to church?" Dale asked.

  "We go to St. Matthew's down the road from my mom's. How about you?"

  "That used to be my parish growing up, but Maggie hated everything to do with Catholicism, so we ended up joining the local mega-church. It's nice, but I miss the smaller church feel of St. Matthew's," he said with regret.

  Feeling like we should change the subject, I asked, "Have you ever been to a pumpkin farm?"

  "I have. Every year I take the kids up to Sadler's Ridge for the Halloween festival there. They love it and always...What? Do I have biscuit stuck on my face?"

  He asked rubbing a hand down his face because I was staring at him with my mouth open.

  "That's where we're going, Sadler's Ridge. The owners, Terry and Shawn Sadler are my aunt and uncle."

  To say that Dale looked excited was a complete understatement. He was actually bouncing in his seat. "No way! We get an inside look at Sadler’s Ridge. Kelly, when the kids realize where we are, they are going to be ecstatic!"