What Turned Me On Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

What Turned Me On Pt. 08

I awoke on Sunday morning, rather dry-mouthed and slightly hung over from my night out with Mary. Oddly enough, neither us of drank a whole lot, but for some reason, I felt like we had drank bottles of tequila. Maybe that's what I get for not drinking any alcohol for such a long time, and then ingesting five beers like I was still in my 20s.

I checked my phone and saw that Mary had texted me at about 1:15 A.M. writing; I had a great night; I hope you sleep well. I didn't have the energy or cognitive thought at that moment to write back. I got up, swallowed some aspirin, and began making my way to the kitchen to make some coffee. I didn't turn the corner to the hallway and saw my bra lying on the floor against the wall. As I got to the kitchen, my shirt was draped across the floor.

I chuckled to myself because I felt like I was the drunken whore, who stripped her clothes off the minute she could for her lover. Yet I was all alone after getting home last night. That; or I was just drunker than I thought. Either way, I picked up my belongings, and as I was walking to my bedroom to place them in the hamper, I got a light whiff of Mary's perfume, that was still on my shirt. I stopped to smell it just before I threw it in the hamper.

The smell brought back every bit of last night, from dinner to the bar, to us kissing in the parking lot, to my intense, more-than-usual masturbation exploits after arriving home. Was it just me, or the lack of a lover, or going through this ...

... divorce that has led me to be way more attentive to my own needs - aka masturbating constantly? Or was it all these thoughts of women, and lesbian sex that were opening doors of pleasurable fun, I had never experienced before? All I knew at the time was I had played with myself more since the divorce filing than I had throughout my entire adult life.

After getting some coffee and coming back to cognitive thought, I texted Mary back writing; Sorry, I was long asleep when you sent that. I did sleep well. I fell asleep thinking of you. I hope you slept good as well.

I regretted it, once I sent it because I didn't want to seem mushy, clingy, or be outright obsessed with her. But I hit send and it had been delivered, so I couldn't take it back to re-word it.

It was several hours before she responded to me. Comically enough, her reply came in right as I was standing in my parent's kitchen talking to my mom about going out. I told my mom I had gone out with a divorced female friend named Mary, that we had gone to dinner, then over to the bar for a few beers and a few games of darts. I conveniently left out the bet and that erotic passionate goodnight kiss that happened in the back of a dark parking lot. As much as I had been through recently, I surely wasn't going to tell my mother, that I was suddenly attracted to girls and made out with one last night. When I read Mary's text, it said; I was thinking about you too as I fell asleep.

I didn't reply right away, but when I ...