This is a work of pure fiction. Unlike my previous stories which
were fantasies based on real events and real people, this one takes
place in the future. Hope you enjoy!
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My marriage lasted five years. The fact that it ended wasn't much of a
shock to anyone. It was a disaster, and I'll spare you all of the
horrible details. The hard part was moving on in this financial climate.
I ended up moving back in with my parents at 38. Getting out of my
parents house was one of the main reasons I got married in the first
place! Hmm... maybe that's why my marriage didn't work out so well.
Anyway, after six months of trying to live squashed into the tiny second
bedroom of my parents' new house in their 'active adult community', I
finally found a decent two bedroom apartment and started to get on with
my life.
One of the more nerve-wracking things I had to face when I became single
again was that I would have to start dating again. I wasn't very
successful at dating before I met my wife. I was a bit of an introvert
and many of my relationships in my 20's began on the internet. They had
to, because that's where I spent most of my time. Lucky for me, people
were much more sympathetic to me now that I was a divorcee and began to
try to set me up with just about anything that moved. At least, that's
how it felt. I ended up going on two dates during the six months I lived
with my parents. The first girl was nice enough, but it was probably
too soon for me and I found myself going on and on about my failed
marriage. That was the end of that relationship. The second girl was a
bit obnoxious and not too attractive, either. I spent most of the time
complaining about my ex-wife because I knew that it would scare her
away. It worked. If you're looking to scare eligible women away, just
complain a lot.
My parents had pushed me to go to a 'transitions' group at the local
library. I didn't think I needed something like that. I had plenty of
friends who were also divorced or going through one, so I had a
ready-made support group. Still, they insisted that I get out of the
house, and since it was free it wouldn't break my non-existent
post-divorce budget. I hated to be pessimistic but I was right, there
wasn't really much there for me. I got plenty of sympathy and chances to
vent with friends, family, and co-workers. The people there were
predominantly older and male. I may as well have gone to the clubhouse
in my parents' development for a younger crowd.
I was about to leave my third (and last) meeting when one of the older
ladies came up to me and said that she had a daughter who was about my
age, and also divorced. She had married younger and been divorced for a
number of years already. Would I be interested in meeting her? Sure, I
said. What did I have to lose? I gave her my email address and phone
number. I doubted I would hear anything.
A week later the mom called me. Her name was Susan. She said that her
daughter, Nicole, was interested in meeting me. I found it really odd
that Susan was doing all of the talking for her daughter. I knew all
about shyness, but this seemed a little extreme. Still, I decided to
give it a try. I had custody of my daughter that weekend but my parents
were more than happy to watch her for a few hours.
We met at an Italian restaurant on a Saturday night. I was a little
nervous about meeting her. She at least had a description of me from her
mother; all I really knew was her name. Nicole turned out to be
attractive, mid 30's, probably 5'7", 140 lbs. She had long brown hair
and an hourglass figure. The first thing she did when we sat down was
apologize to me for not speaking to me beforehand. She said that she was
always getting set up by her mother and just preferred to meet people
face to face before talking to them.
I found Nicole easy to talk to. She got married at 23, right after
college, and divorced at 28, unlike me who got married at 33 and
divorced at 38. She didn't have any children and I had my daughter. We
both stayed away from talking about our past relationships. We talked
about music and television, mostly. I had a good time. At the end of the
date she told me that she liked to take things slowly. I told her I was
in no hurry. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me that she would
call me during the week to make plans for the following Saturday.
I spent the next 5 days trying not to think about Nicole. Whether I was
at work, or in my apartment, or with my daughter I found my mind
wandering toward the iPhone sitting in my pocket, and wondering if and
when it would ring. Nicole finally called me on Thursday night. We
exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and then she asked me if I
would like to meet up for Chinese food on Saturday night. Sure, I said.
We had another good date. I was really getting to like this girl. At the
end of the date she kissed me on the lips. She lingered only for a
moment. She said that she would call me again to make plans for the
following weekend.
She called me on Wednesday night this time to make that weekend's dinner
plans. Unfortunately my daughter caught a cold and I didn't feel right
leaving her with my parents to go on a date. I called Nicole to
apologize and ask if we could postpone our date a week. She was very
understanding. I apologized again, and again, and she finally stopped
me, saying that it was admirable that I would put my daughter's
well-being ahead of my personal life. I promised that I would make it up
to her, and she said that maybe she would be the one making it up to
me.
Nicole called me on Monday night to ask me how my daughter was. I told
her that she was doing better when I brought her back to my ex. We
talked for a while, and eventually she asked me if I wanted to do
something a little different this weekend. Sure, I said, what did you
have in mind? She said that she wanted me to come over to her place
Saturday afternoon, dressed in 'workout clothes'. I agreed, wondering
what she had in mind. I started trying to get her to tell me what she
was thinking, but she refused. You're just going to have to wait and
see, she said. I hated not knowing what was in store for me.
The week passed slowly. Nicole called me again on Thursday night and I
tried to get more information out of her, but she refused to tell me
anything. I know this was going to be our third date, and conventionally
this was when things became more physical, but Nicole had said she
wanted to take things slowly. What did she have in mind?
Finally Saturday afternoon rolled around and I showed up at her
apartment. She lived about ten minutes away from me. I arrived dressed
in a sweatshirt with a t-shirt underneath, and sweatpants. Nicole
answered the door wearing a similar set of sweats, with her long brown
hair tied back in a pony tail. She gave me a quick kiss hello.
"So, what did you have in mind that you've been so secretive about?" I
asked her. "Well," Nicole said, "I wanted to do something more physical,
but since it's the middle of winter, I had to think of something that
we could do inside. Have you ever wrestled?" She asked.
I smirked. She wants to wrestle me? "Yeah," I said.
"Have you ever wrestled a woman?" Nicole asked.
I sped through the Rolla decks of my mind. "Yeah, sort of," I said, "Maybe 20 years ago."
"Do you want to wrestle me?" Nicole asked.
Did she even have to ask? I wasn't going to say no to the opportunity to
put my hands all over her. I could already feel my cock stirring in
anticipation. "Sure," I said with a smile.
"Great," Nicole said. "Here are the ground rules. No hitting, punching,
slapping, kicking, or biting, and no grabbing privates. If you get
too... handsy... we're gonna stop."
"Fair enough," I said. We went to work moving all of the furniture in
her living room until we had as much room as possible. That was quite a
workout in itself, actually. Finally we faced each other, my heart
already pounding. "Okay, now what..." I began to say, but Nicole had
already charged me.
Although Nicole was obviously fit and not small by any means, she was no
match for me physically. I had 20 pounds and 4 inches of height on her,
longer arms and more muscle. She charged me and I grabbed her in a bear
hug, stopping her momentum. I could feel her pushing against me, trying
to force me backward, but I held my ground. After a few seconds I went
on my own offensive and toppled her backwards and onto the ground. I
straddled her waist and pinned her arms over her head. She tried to buck
me off of her and succeeded in making me bounce in the air once or
twice, but couldn't get free. Eventually she stopped struggling. I gazed
down at her pretty face and longed to kiss it, but I didn't.
"You forgot to mention how this would be scored," I said.
"Well, let's say this is a point for you and move on," Nicole said. I
got off of her and helped her to her feet. She brushed a strand of hair
away from her face. She approached me again, more cautiously this time,
and I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers. Again, I had
much more upper-body strength so she was no match for me. After maybe a
minute of struggling I could feel her start to give. I let one hand go
and spun her around with my other hand, almost like we were dancing. I
grabbed her around the waist with my free hand and pushed her backwards
and onto the floor, pinning her again. I was getting erect from the
physical contact. I was sure that she could feel it pressing against her
stomach the way that I was straddling her.
If she did she didn't say anything to me. She glared at me, out of
breath and frustrated. She was flushed and sweaty and her hair was
disheveled. She was sexier than ever.
I smiled at her. "Two to nothing," I said.
Nicole glared back at me. She was obviously a competitive person. "Want to make things a little more interesting?" She asked.
"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked.
She stopped glaring at me and looked down. I got the impression that she
was looking at the bulge in my sweatpants. "From now on each time
somebody pins the other one, the loser has to take off a piece of
clothing."
Strip wrestling? She sure had a funny way of taking things slowly.
Unless she was some kind of wringer, I liked my chances. Heck, even if I
lost, I was beginning to like my chances. "Sounds good to me," I said.
Without a word, Nicole lowered her head and charged at me, catching me
around the waist and pushing me backward a few steps. I was able to dig
in my heels and keep my balance on the carpeting. Once Nicole's initial
push was over, she had nothing left. It was easy to grab her around her
waist and push her back to the ground. This time instead of sitting
astride her waist I fell against her, covering nearly her entire body
with mine. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and my erection
was somewhere around her hip. My face was inches from hers, and I gave
her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, no fair!" She cried.
"There was nothing against kissing in the rules," I said.
"Fine, you win," she said, and I climbed off of her and helped her to
her feet. Without a word she pulled her sweatshirt off of her head to
reveal a plain white t-shirt underneath.
We grappled again, and I pinned her again. Off came a single sock. She
dangled it in the air and tossed it aside. "Just one sock?" I said.
"Relax," Nicole said, "You're winning." She came at me again and I
grabbed her and threw her right to the ground, climbing on top of her
and pinning her. I reached behind her and pulled off her other sock and
tossed it aside. I stood up again and offered her my hand. She lay on
the ground for a few moments, breathing heavily and glaring at me.
"Showoff," she said.
I laughed at her. Nicole surprised me by lunging at my legs, and managed
to knock me off of my feet. She gained the upper hand for the first
time and went about trying to pin my arms. I wouldn't let her. She would
get one arm pinned but when she tried to focus on the other one I would
lift the first one up. I toyed with her for a few minutes. She was
really trying hard, grunting with the effort and getting more and more
frustrated. When she realized she wasn't strong enough to pin my arms
with hers, she ended up trying to pin one of my arms with both of her
hands, and shifting her weight to pin my other arm with one of her legs.
While she was off-balance I pushed her over until she was practically
sitting in my lap, then I grabbed her in a hug and slid her off of me
and onto the floor, lying across her for several seconds, but she was
too exhausted to even struggle. I gave her a kiss on the lips this time
which she responded to by playfully snapping her teeth like she was
going to bite me.
I climbed off of her. Either the shirt or the pants were coming off this
time. I wasn't sure if she was ready to remove something so revealing,
so I decided to give her a chance to get out of it. "You don't have to
take anything else off if you don't want to," I said.
"Oh, you're such a gentleman," Nicole said with a hint of sarcasm,
slowly getting to her feet. "I made this bet and you won, fair and
square," she added, and pulled her t-shirt over her head to reveal a
white sports bra. I was momentarily distracted by the sight of her
creamy white skin and the contours of her sports bra, which clearly
showed her erect nipples pressing against the fabric. She took advantage
of my distraction and threw herself at me again, knocking me off of my
feet and backwards onto the floor. We rolled back and forth on the floor
a few times. This time around our wrestling was much more sensual. Our
arms were around each other and our legs were intertwined. I felt the
bare skin of her back instead of a shirt. I was fully erect by now, and
I'm sure she felt it pressing against her. As far as the actual
wrestling match went, I'm sure Nicole knew by this point that it was
going to be nearly impossible for her to pin me, but she kept trying.
Nicole was putting up a good fight, and I was even considering letting
her win a round, but eventually I ended up lying on top of her, and just
stayed there. She stopped struggling and looked at me. "Okay, I give,"
she said. I got up off of her and she stood up. She struck a pose, hands
on hips. "Ready?" She asked. I smiled at her. She stuck her thumbs into
the waistline of her sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing plain
white cotton panties. I could see the outline of her brown bush
underneath. She stepped out of her sweatpants and tossed them aside.
Nicole noticed me staring at her crotch. "Hey, up here," she said.
I sheepishly moved my gaze back to her brown eyes. "Sorry," I said, "It's been a while."
"I'm sure it has," Nicole said. We both stood silently, contemplating
what was going to happen next. "Okay," Nicole eventually said, "One more
round, winner takes all."
"Fair enough," I said, and this time I charged her, grabbing her around
the waist and throwing her to the floor. We wrestled back and forth
again, and I was almost sorry that I was still completely dressed
because I would have loved to feel all of Nicole's exposed skin against
mine. I made up my mind that this time I was going to let Nicole win. I
let her roll me onto my back and pretended that I was too winded to
fight her as she pinned my arms to the floor.
She was lying against me, breasts pressed against my chest and her
crotch against my crotch. Suddenly I felt her grinding her hips against
my erection. I was so turned on already that I was afraid she was going
to make me cum right then.
Nicole looked me in the eye. "Letting me win, huh? You're such a
gentleman." She kissed me on the lips, hard. "Unfortunately I'm not much
of a lady," she added, and I could feel her begin to crawl forward
until she was sitting on my neck, her panty-clad crotch just inches from
my face. "I am so turned on right now," Nicole said, "Want to find out
how much?" I could already see the wet spot on her panties, but she
reached with a hand and slid them aside to reveal her pussy.
"Remember the rules," Nicole said, "Don't get handsy."
I lifted my head up to give her pussy a kiss. She was sweaty from the
wrestling but there wasn't much of an odor. "There was nothing in the
rules against kissing," I said. I kissed and licked at her pussy for a
minute or two, until she moved her panties into place and got off of me.
She hovered over me with her hands on her hips. "Okay, I won," Nicole said, "Now strip."
I stood up and moved a few steps away from her. I took off my sweatshirt
and t-shirt in quick succession. I jokingly did a couple of muscle-man
poses.
"Very impressive," Nicole dead-panned. "Now show me the good stuff."
I pulled down my sweatpants, glad that I had on clean underwear. My
erection was pitching quite a tent in my tighty-whities. I took off my
socks... slowly... just to try to prolong the strip show. Nicole was
staring at my erection. I cocked my hips back and forth a few times and
then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. I gingerly
lifted the waistband over my cock and down my legs. I tossed my
underwear aside and stood before her completely naked, my 7 inch cock
pointing in her general direction.
Nicole slowly clapped her hands a few times, and then she closed the gap
between us and kissed me. I felt her hand reach down and begin to
fondle my cock.
I broke the kiss. "Hey, I thought we weren't allowed to get handsy," I said playfully.
"Dude, the game's over," Nicole replied, and kissed me again. We stayed
like that for a few minutes, making out in her living room while Nicole
fondled and stroked my erection. Eventually Nicole broke the kiss.
"Okay, close your eyes," she said. I obediently closed them. "Don't open
them until I tell you to," I heard her say. I could hear her footsteps
moving around the apartment, and then I heard her approaching me again.
"Keep them closed," I heard Nicole say again over the sound of my heart
pounding. Suddenly I felt her hand on my cock, and the unmistakable
feeling of her rolling a condom down over my erection. I was able to
keep my eyes closed but it took a lot of effort. I felt her place a
little kiss on the tip and then I heard her footsteps moving away again.
After another minute I heard her call out, "Okay, come find me."
I followed the sound of her voice to her bedroom. It certainly wasn't a
big apartment to get lost in. She was lying on her side on the bed,
completely naked, with a hand between her legs, touching herself. "Come
here," she said.
Without a word I joined her on the bed. She lay back and I climbed on
top of her. We kissed, feverishly, and I began to kiss her neck, her
shoulders, down to her breasts. I took each nipple into my mouth and
sucked it until it got hard. Nicole grabbed my head and pulled me back
to her face. "Enough foreplay," she gasped, "Just fuck me already."
I smiled at her, moving my hips so that my condom-covered cock lined up
to the entrance to her pussy. I slid into her easily. She was tight but
wet. She immediately wrapped her legs around my butt and pushed me as
deeply into her as I could go. She was definitely ready to go.
I started to make love to her slowly, at the pace my wife preferred. I
was quickly aware from the way that Nicole was bucking her hips and
pressing her legs around my butt that she wanted me to go faster. I
picked up the pace, but I could feel my excitement building. "I'm not
going to last long," I whispered.
"Neither am I," she whispered back. She started moaning and bucking her hips even harder. "I'm coming," she gasped.
She pushed me over the edge as well. I grunted and started thrusting
into her as hard as I could. We rode out our orgasms and then collapsed
together. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, basking in the
afterglow. "Thank you," I whispered.
"No, thank you," Nicole whispered back.