Masquerade, Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Masquerade, Chapter 2

... 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! Ok, 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 ...