Chapter 21

Colleen’s kiss lit the passion fires of my past. We kissed for a long time before I realized that I technically had no right to be on the lot anymore, and should leave before someone asked me to leave. When I broke our kiss to ask if we could reconvene in a more appropriate location, she wrapped her arms around me to hold my body tight against her, and breathed into my ear, “Can we go to your place? I’ve wanted to get naked in that big bedroom, on that enormous bed, ever since Abby gave me the grand tour a few months ago.

“Not to sound like an arm chair psychiatrist, but I do think that you need to have great sex with a veritable stranger to start moving past Abby and on to the rest of your life.”

“I think I would love for you to spend the night with me since my previous commitment seems to have fallen through...” I let that hang in the air between us to keep Colleen from wanting to try and make me feel good about being divorced. She took the hint and dropped the subject, choosing to kiss me with lots of tongue, instead. We kissed for quite some time. Mr. Johnson was flashing me the two minute warning by the time we separated long enough to drive our respective vehicles to my house.

Colleen was nothing if not bold. This was a side of her I was very interested to experience. Colleen followed me to the house on the hill. She glided her SUV to a stop beside mine in the oversized garage and followed me inside, taking a short diversion into one of the guestrooms to use the facilities and freshen up.

By the time she came out I had a fire going, the bed turned down and soft music filling the empty house. Colleen came to me with nothing but her smile. She swayed slightly as she approached, to remind me of our mission. It occurred to me that Colleen might be insecure about her age, since there was about thirty years age difference between her and Mark’s body. She might as well as have worried about the tea in China, as Mr. Johnson couldn’t wait to be reintroduced to our long-time lover.

Colleen’s body was softer and rounder than I remembered. Her breasts drooped as much as would be expected of a woman with her stature in her fifties. The pooch just above her pubic mound reminded me of all the things I wanted to do to that body. When I clasped her in my arms and recommenced kissing her like we were lovers instead of acquaintances, she groaned into my mouth and shoved with all her might, toppling us to the big bed just waiting for us to mess it up.

For all of our history together, this sex with Colleen was like a first time. We tumbled into bed, laughing, giggling, talking about nonsense, while finding all the things that made the other one tick. I knew how to bring Colleen to her peak better than any man alive, but it wouldn’t do for me to pull out all my old tricks. Millie and Colleen made it abundantly clear that I was not to reenter their lives. Those things hurt, and I still felt the sting whenever I let myself dwell on it.

To be safe, I took my time and worked her into a veritable frenzy, visiting every bit of her body as if I was looking for the keys to the kingdom. Colleen came so often that she pounded on my back to get me to let her catch her breath. When I rolled away to let her huff and puff her way back to normalcy, she rolled with me, trapping me beneath her and mounting up like a cowgirl.

Instead of resting, Colleen only wanted to change the dynamic to get down to the good stuff, and she rode me like her life depended on it for nearly thirty minutes. There came a point that it was impossible to hold back and it nearly blew her off the bed when Mr. Johnson erupted inside her. After that titanic climax, I needed a break as badly as she did and I was thirty years younger.

Colleen still fired up my engines. Her body did things for me that I never quite equaled with anyone else. It was too bad that we would never get the chance to try and see if we could build something lasting, together.

We did talk quite a bit after our mutual lust. “I had a long term boyfriend who ruined me for other men. That guy treated me like a princess. He was the one great love of my life and when he died it was like I died too.” We were in that post-coital time when the bed felt so good that I wanted to pull a pillow over my eyes and go to sleep, but Colleen wanted to talk.

“Brian knew me better than I ever knew myself. We were together for so long that it was nearly impossible to think about my life after his death. It’s a good thing I had our children during those first years as a widow. They kept me sane and gave me a reason to live, instead of crawl in a hole and die.”

There was nothing constructive for me to add without sounding pompous, so I remained quiet and listened. “It’s been years, but sometimes it seems more like just a few weeks. He was everywhere in my life ... I never knew where I left off and we began...”

She looked ashamed, suddenly. “What is wrong with me? You just spent HOURS making me feel things I didn’t know I could, and how do I repay you? Why, I spend the next hour babbling about my lost love.

“Mark I am so sorry. Please forgive me...” She proved her intention to seek forgiveness by gifting me with one of the best blowjobs I’d ever had. It was a work of art, not a sexual act. Colleen used her mouth like a pro and I surrendered like a teenager to her oral ministrations.

Afterwards, she wanted me to talk about losing Abby, but it was way too fresh, and Colleen wasn’t disposed to try and force me to talk about things that were still a fresh wound to my soul. Neither was she willing have a love affair with someone who wasn’t born by the time that she graduated from law school.

“You are good at this,” Colleen smiled as she talked about the sex we’d enjoyed. “I wish the circumstances were different, but one thing my dear father taught me is that life does whatever it does without consulting us. And for me, this is no time to even think about trying to have another love affair that has no chance to succeed.

“I’m sorry about that, because we’re good together, but what’s impossible is impossible.

“However, I thank you for one night of great sex and a wonderful time.” She puffed up both our pillows, snuggled down into the mattress, and said, “What say we try and get some sleep before the sun comes up and chases me home?”

Love doesn’t always work out, but it is always interesting.

We made love one more time, instead of sleeping and kept at it until we passed out.

When I woke up the next morning there was note on the pillow where she slept.

“Mark,

Thank you for a wonderful night.