Chapter 1

It started a couple of years after my divorce. At first, I was not interested in dating as the divorce got nasty fairly quick. We were high school sweethearts who ended up getting married rather young.

I grew up in a religious family and my wife didn’t. However, since I was working close to 80 hours a week for nearly 2 years, it led to the demise of our marriage. My grandparents were married over 60 years. Getting divorced really broke my heart and took its emotional toll.

However, that is when life for me changed beyond my wildest fantasy. At nearly 40, I started seeing a much younger lady who had a thing for older guys. We were introduced at a Halloween party by a mutual friend.

Amy was younger than me by nearly 15 years. She was slender and worked out several days a week. She was sought after by most of the guys who worked with her (and a few bisexual women). Amy was just over 5’ tall and weighed in at a whopping 110 lbs. She had pale skin and jet-black hair that ran all the way down to her belt line. What initially interested me was the outgoing bartender-like attitude. She wasn’t afraid to talk about anything (although she did ask me to stay away from religion, which, of course, I did). She had a beautiful smile. It lit up her entire face.

At the party, I poured myself a drink and asked her what I could pour for her. I was thankful she asked for something easy, rum and coke. I tried on one of my stupid lines, “what, you don’t want a shot of tequila to go along with that?” She smiled that wonderful smile and told me “no, not yet”. I’m pretty sure my mouth hung open for a moment or two before I poured the two drinks. I offered to carry her drink over to wherever she was sitting.

The music blaring and Halloween decorations posted everywhere made me feel a bit more relaxed. Amy sat on one end of the black leather couch with her hand outstretched, waiting for her drink. I sat down next to her (to fend off any potential suitors).

Amy had a very interesting outfit for the party. She wore a very tight fitting flannel shirt that was tied in a knot just under her chest. She also had the shortest pair of daisy dukes on that I have ever seen. The bottom of her ass-cheeks peeked out from under the pants. We sat and chatted for nearly an hour before our mutual friend, Darleen, plopped down on the arm of the couch right next to Amy. Darleen smiled and told us that she was very happy to see us hitting it off so well.