Chapter 2

The next day I kept my promise, calling her on my lunchbreak.

“Hello?” she said, answering the phone.

“Hi Tracy, it’s Rick from the party,” I said.

“Oh, hi Rick!” she said, “How are you?”

“Well, I recovered from last night finally, so that’s something!” I said.

“Yeah, that was some party, but it was fun,” she said.

“Actually, I was referring to the after-party!” I said.

There was a long pause. “Oh,” she said. I could almost hear her blush in her reply.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get a cup of coffee. I will be getting off work in a couple hours and I’d like to see you again. I had a really good time last night,” I told her.

“I-I had a good time too,” she said, a bit flustered. “Yeah, I would like to have coffee with you.”

“Great! Do you know the Starbuck’s at 10th and Central Avenue?”

“I can find it. I know the area,” she said.

“Good, how about we meet there around 4:00 then?”

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” she said, hanging up the phone.

4:00 found me sitting in the Starbuck’s at a table facing the door. I had arrived a few minutes early because I wanted to be there when she arrived. It’s a good thing I did too, because she arrived right on time. She walked into the coffee shop and I instantly saw her. I got up from the table and met her at the door.

“You look amazing!” I said as I approached her. And she did, wearing a sexy red knit dress with a sweetheart neckline that gave a good view of her cleavage while still being acceptable in public. The dress was mid-thigh length and with her dark stockings and high heeled red pumps she was quite a sight.

Her blonde hair was pulled back and pinned, cascading down her back with two short tendrils framing her lovely face. Her makeup was perfection, her “smoky-eye” makeup highlighting her blue eyes and her lips a shade of red matching her dress.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling and looking down. I offered her my hand and walked her to our table, smiling to myself as a few of the other men in the coffee shop stared at the beautiful creature accompanying me.

We sat down at the table and our waiter came right over. I ordered a black coffee for me and a coffee with two creamers for her. As we sat there across the table from each other waiting for our coffee, we talked a bit.

“I was glad you called, Rick. I-I’ve been thinking about last night,” she said.

“I’ve been thinking about it too,” I confessed.

“Rick, I need to tell you something right up front because I don’t want to lead you on or hurt you. You see, I’m married and I’ve never cheated on my husband before. Last night was...”

“Last night was incredible,” I said, cutting her off. “Listen Tracy, what happened last night was two people who were alone got together and enjoyed each other’s company. No one should be alone on Valentine’s Day if they have a significant other, and the fact that you were there alone ... well, I didn’t think you should be alone.”

“Well, my husband, Bill, is away a lot with his trucking job. Often for several days in a row. He makes pretty good money at it which is nice, but it leaves me alone a lot. And I get ... lonely. Sometimes I wish he would find another line of work, but he says he’s been a trucker so long he doesn’t really know anything else. And that doesn’t help my situation any. I still spend my days, and my nights, alone way too much,” she said.

I was pretty sure I knew where this conversation was heading, but I didn’t want to misinterpret her meanings. So I just gave her the regular “uh-huh” response to let her know I was paying attention and let her continue.

“We seem to be getting along well. I know I like you, and I hope you like me. I hate sounding like an insecure little schoolgirl ... but I’d like to ... I mean if you want to...

“What is it, Tracy? You can tell me. What are you asking me?” I said, trying to coax the words out of her.

“Dammit! This is hard! Okay, Rick, here it is – I’d like to see you again. I get so tired of sitting at home by myself. I feel like ... like my life is just passing me by and I am sitting there watching it through a window.

“I never go any place and never do anything. Oh, this is so hard to explain! I just get lonesome and wish I had someone to talk to sometimes, someone to take me places and do things with. I’m still young and I don’t want to miss out!” she said.

“I understand,” I said.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m a terrible person, Rick. My husband and I, well we aren’t really married, not the way we are supposed to be. He is gone on his runs all the time and when he is home, he is usually with his buddies or something.

“We aren’t close, in fact we haven’t been intimate for a few years now. Last night was the first time I had sex with someone other than my vibrator in over two years. I will understand if you don’t want to, of course, but I just thought...”

“Sure, I’d love to take you out for dinner sometime. Just let me know when you are free!” I said, cutting her off.

I could see the tension drain from her body. “Thank you ... you don’t know how hard that was for me,” she said, smiling.

I reached across our little table for two and placed my hand on top of hers. “Tracy, I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me anything. You were right in your assumption about how I feel towards you, and now that I know you feel likewise, I want you to feel free to talk to me about anything. If we are going to start seeing each other regularly, then we should be able to talk during our dates, right?”

“I suppose so,” she said.

“What kind of a friend would I be if you had to watch every word and plan out how you are going to say things around me?” I told her.

“Thank you, Rick. I am glad that we can talk. I enjoy talking with you,” she said, smiling and relaxing.

The following weekend we decided to go out again. Actually I decided, calling her Friday at work and asking her if she had plans for Saturday. She said she didn’t, so I told her she did now. Tracy asked what I had in mind, but I told her she would have to wait and see.

“If I don’t know where we are going or what we are doing, how will I know what to wear, then?” she asked.

“Well, I will be wearing a suit, so you can use that as your guide. Dress nicely,” I told her.

Saturday evening came and I showed up at her house at 5:00 like I had told her. I was dressed in my three piece suit and I had picked up some flowers on the way over. I rang the doorbell and heard her “Come in” over the doorbell intercom.

“Hello, Tracy?” I said as I came in the door.

“I’m in the bedroom. Have a seat, I’ll be right out!” she called from the back of the house someplace. I went ahead and stood by the couch and waited for her. She came out a couple minutes later.

“Hi, sorry about that, but I wanted to be ready when you saw me. I hope this is all right for whatever we are doing?” she said.

Tracy was wearing a stunning full length halter-top dress, dark blue in color, with an empire waist and a wide rhinestone-jewelled band around the waist where a belt would be. The dress was slit along one side up to the hip and she wore silver metallic CFM heels. I stood there looking at her speechless.

“It IS all right isn’t it?” she asked again, snapping me out of my stupor.

“Oh sorry, you look ... damn! You are gorgeous, Tracy!” I said, looking at her again. Tracy wore her hair loose that night, the blonde wavy curls falling down over her shoulder like a beautiful blonde waterfall. She wore her smoky eye makeup a little darker and added a shimmering touch up closer to her brows. She had a nice rosy blush to her cheekbones and perfect red lips. I was completely captivated and couldn’t stop looking at her.

“Thank you, Rick. It’s nice to have a reason for all this primping and polishing. So where are we going, I’ve been dying of curiosity!” she said.

“Well, I thought we would start out with a nice dinner. There’s this new restaurant I want to check out across town,” I told her, “But first, I brought these for you.”

I handed her the flowers and she looked at them and then at me. I could see her eyes beginning to tear up. Her pretty bottom lip started to quiver and she turned away from me.

“Are you okay? You’re not allergic to flowers are you?” I asked.

She paused for a moment and then took a deep breath. “No, I’m not allergic. It’s just ... it’s been so long since anyone brought me flowers. I love flowers,” she said. She turned around to face me. “Thank you, Rick. Thank you for being so sweet.”

I smiled at her. “Are you ready to go?” I asked.

“Yes, just let me put these in some water first,” she said, and went into the kitchen. A moment later I heard “Rick can you help me?”

I went into the kitchen and she was struggling to reach a dusty old vase in the cabinet above the refrigerator. “I can’t reach the vase,” she said. I got it down for her and she washed it under the sink. “Shows how long it’s been since it had a use!” she commented aloud.

She put water in it and placed the flowers carefully in the vase, arranging them a bit. Then the vase went onto the middle of the table. “There. That is perfect!” she said, turning to me with a wide smile.

“Those flowers are pretty, but you have them beat by a mile!” I commented. Tracy blushed and looked down, still smiling.

We left her house and I drove us to the restaurant, an elegant Italian restaurant that I had heard good things about from friends of mine. When we entered the restaurant, I was impressed with the decor. This was a classy place and I am glad we dressed up like we did.

The mâitre d’ seated us at a nice out of the way table and when the waiter came over, I ordered our meals. Tracy wanted the Fettuccini Alfredo, and I ordered the Pasta Primavera and a basket of garlic bread for us to share. I also ordered us a couple glasses of wine with our dinners.

We ate our meals and chatted, enjoying each other’s company and the fine meal. She tried to pry out of me what else I had planned, but I wasn’t giving it up. We finished eating and she decided she should go use the ladies room while I paid the check. I took care of the bill and waited for her to return to the table, then we left the restaurant.

As I drove to our next destination, she sat there quietly. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, Rick, please ... it’s driving me crazy! What have you got up your sleeve?” she said, exasperated.

“Okay, I guess I can tell you now. We’re going to see La Bohème,” I said.

“You mean La Bohème, the opera?” she asked.

“Yes. It’s playing here for a couple weeks. I thought you might enjoy it.”

“Oh, Rick! I’ve always wanted to see a real opera! Thank you so much!” she said, throwing her arms around my neck, very nearly causing us to wreck! I chuckled and told her it was my pleasure and she sat back in her seat with a smile a mile wide.

We got to the theatre where the opera was to be held and found a good seat where she could get a good look at everything. With this being her first opera I wanted her to enjoy the whole experience. She was like a little girl at a movie premier! She sat there and I could see the excitement building in her.

Finally the opera began and she watched the production intently. I don’t think she blinked twice during the whole show! I had never seen La Bohème either but I was having such a good time watching her enjoy it, I didn’t mind. After the second act, there was a 20 minute intermission and we walked into the lobby to stretch our legs.

We were standing next to the wall, out of the way of most of the crowd. “How are you enjoying the show?” I asked. Tracy pushed me up against the wall and pressed herself to me. She kissed me hard and deep ... the kind of kiss that they write poems about. I stood there with my arms wrapped around my lovely companion, savoring her kiss and her sweet perfume.

With Tracy’s soft body pressing against mine like it was, I just knew that she would be able feel the hardness that she had produced. I couldn’t help it, this girl would make a cadaver get a hard-on! And sure enough she moved the least little bit and my bulge pressed against her.