After his kid went to bed, I went over to MALCOM’s [the almost-divorced dad] to watch movies, cuddle on the couch and eventually discuss our situation. It was agreed that we ought to take things slow, hang out once in a while, be casual, and definitely not rush into sex. About three minutes after he said, “I would like to wait awhile,” he was feverishly unbuttoning my blouse while I pulled his belt out of his jeans so fast that it knocked over a lamp.
We went into his room, and the calamity continued. For starters, the door had to be left open, “in case the kid wakes up (What? We want the kid to see Daddy and the Strange Lady?).” I got over this after seeing MALCOM’s adorable body clad in underoo-style briefs. After tearing those suckers off, everything moved pretty fast. We were excited…until he stopped being excited.
In case you didn't know this already, guys who have been with the same woman for a long time rarely keep it up for the new gal. The culprits vary – the way the new person's body feels, the way they kiss, the way they fuck, and mostly the ever-annoying condom. Casual sex seems real exciting til it’s numbed inside a sheath of rubber.
So. Neither of us got off, and we didn’t really care. We smiled and kissed and no one apologized. I felt fantastic…. until I went to the bathroom and sat on a potty training seat.
