Chapter 2

I meet Steve at the restaurant at seven o’clock like he said. Amy gave me a picture of him so when I see him, I can go right over to the table. I do see him in a booth in the back of the restaurant. Away from all the noise. As I approach the table he stands. He says, “Hi, are you Becky?” I reply, “Yes, you must be Steve. It’s very nice to meet you. I love this place! It makes me feel like a kid again.” Steve replies, “I love this place too. I love playing the games afterward just to laugh and see if my date thinks it’s fun too. Not that I’m always dating. Now I’m running on. I’m sorry, I’m a little nervous. I heard about you from my cousin Amy, and she understood how handsome you are. There’s your compliment for the day. I hope you liked it.” “It’s been a long time since someone gave me a compliment like that. I appreciate it, Steve.” We sit and break into a fun conversation about some of the games we played over time in the arcade. The arcade is bigger than the restaurant. They have my favorite area too. The race car track. Steve and I have already challenged each other to a race.

We both end up having the BBQ ribs. They are fantastic and it’s fun to end up this messy after dinner. Most of my business meals end up being in a fancy restaurant. This carefree place has made me smile. Which is something I haven’t done a lot of for the last 3 years. Even though I’ve cut my hours and allocated some of my responsibilities to my vice presidents, I have been lonely. I still feel guilty about what I did to my marriage, but I must get on with my life. I admit to the screw-up. But it’s time to let that mistake go. I’m hoping that after several dud dates, Steve might be the guy who helps me get out and be happy again. Steve says, “Are you ready to play some games?

Because you’ve challenged me to a race, and I don’t take that lightly. I am ready to drive right past you and pick up the checkered flag. Let’s go, Loser!” He laughs and tells me he’s kidding which I reply, “You are so not kidding. You want to beat me so bad you can taste it. But just so you know, I can taste it too. I’m competitive too. Get ready for an ass beating. I’m not afraid of anything or anybody.” Steve looked at me and said, “Looks like I’ve got a good challenger. Let’s get in line.” We stand in a line for only 10 minutes and then step on the track and then run to the car we want. I watched the cars carefully, and this one isn’t the fastest, but it handled better than any of the other cars. I’ll beat Steve by sure talent. I’ll eventually get around him and win. I feel an evil laugh coming on. I put my helmet and safety belt on and pull up to the starting line. There are only 4 of us so it will be a fun race. The track is an eight of a mile, so there is enough room for me to pass the slower traffic. Steve has the fastest care, but it doesn’t handle as well as mine. I passed the other two racers during lap one. I had quite a long way to catch up to Steve. But I had three more laps to do it.

I cut every corner with perfection, not losing contact with the road. Staying right on the track without any spinouts. By the fourth lap, I had caught up to Steve and was riding his ass. Something I was pretty sure I was going to let him do to me later tonight. He tried to block me from passing but in the last corner, he spun out and I was able to pass him. He recovered fast but not fast enough. I took my victory lap. I waved the flag with a lot of vigor. When I got in, Steve was bowing to me in total humility. When I got off the track, I gave him a tight hug, maybe putting an idea in his head. When I released him, I kissed him quickly on the lips, thinking that a little peck wouldn’t be a big deal. Well, Steve had another idea about that. He put his hand around the back of my head and the other on my hip. He pulled me in for a big, deep kiss. We kept kissing for a while. When we finally pushed away from each other Steve was like a little kid in the place. We must have played thirty games in that place. I haven’t laughed that hard for so long it just left me horny. Steve was gorgeous, built, and full of fun. I could take him home. I finally met someone who made me let loose.

I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him slip through my fingers. I am a successful businesswoman. I didn’t get that way by not asking for what I wanted. So, I just came out and said it. “Steve, I don’t pull punches. I try to be honest with everyone. It’s helping me run a multi-million-dollar company. So, I’m just going to come out and ask. I need you to make love to me at my house tonight. You got me all worked up, and so you’re going to have to settle me down. Just so you know, orgasms settle me down. Does that interest you?” Steve smiled so big I thought his face was going to crack. He just grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the place, laughing. He said he would follow me. I only brought guys home to my house where there were panic buttons in every room. If someone gets weird and won’t leave, I hit the button and someone from security in my gated community will be there in minutes. I also have a gun hidden in my bedroom. I did feel safe, and Steve seemed like a good guy.

We pull up to my mansion. I hate saying that. The fact that I moved into my dad’s mansion when he died was just a good way to keep it in the family. It’s kind of over the top though. When Steve got out of his car he said, “Nice shack. Does it have running water?” I laughed at his comment. I told him that it was my dad’s house before he died. “We wanted to keep it in the family. And being that I was the only family left, I wanted to keep it. It’s too much for one person, but I still have dreams of having some children. Maybe one or two. But I’m up there in age and it would be a difficult pregnancy.” Steve said, “I’ll need at least a second date to decide if we should get married and have a couple of kids. We’ll see how tonight goes. Then we’ll talk about babies.” I walk Steve into the house and give him the ten-cent tour. We end up in the kitchen having a drink and laughing a lot. Steve has such a great sense of humor. I really need someone like that to keep me happy. I’ve been told that I have become way too serious about everything. I hadn’t taken a vacation in years and was finally forced into 8-to-10-hour days by the board of directors. I almost fainted during a meeting giving a presentation I had been up all night preparing. They put the hammer down. They cut my hours and approved the hiring of two new vice presidents to take over some of my work. Now I have some time to date. I’ve had a couple of dates that didn’t work out. Steve is breaking the rule. He’s so nice and is so funny I want to take this to the next level. I put my drink down on the counter. Took Steve’s drink out of his hand and put that one on the counter too. I grabbed his hand and dragged him up to my bedroom. I didn’t waste any time with Steve. I turned him around at the bottom of the bed and pushed him down on the bed. I reached out and pulled his shoes off. Then I took his pants down all the way and put them down to the bottom of the bed. I climbed up his body and rested my bottom on his erection. I laid on top of him and we started making out like teenagers. He flipped me over, so I was on my back and started to feel and squeeze my ample breasts. Whenever he squeezed, I let out a little moan. Then, all the clothes came off in a frenzy. I got a nice surprise when I found out that Steve had a big cock. About 8 inches and plenty thick. I was a happy girl. He kissed me with such passion I got so hot I knew I was ready.