What Turned Me On Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

What Turned Me On Pt. 08

... got home and had a few minutes, I wrote back; Sorry was at my parents, I'm back home now. Did you have a fun night?

She replied and for the vast majority of our texts that evening, neither of us further mentioned the kiss or parking lot make-out. We hinted about it and beat around the bush, but neither of us said anything. I finally had to know if it was just the alcohol or an interest in one another, so I wrote; I liked the ending of our night, that kiss was incredible. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

I knew it was pretty bold, but obviously, it happened and I needed to know her feelings about it. It took Mary a while to respond, but she wrote back; Yes, I did! With a smile face emoji attached.

I knew she wasn't a lesbian; she was married like I had been. But I wanted to ask her if she was bisexual, or had dated women before. I needed to know, but I didn't want to be pushy. I took comfort in knowing she did enjoy the kiss and had admitted to it and sent the smiley face emoji, so I let the subject go for now. But I was going to figure this out more as time went on.

Over the next week and a half, things between us were as usual. When talked or texted when we could, and tried to support one another on bad days, but we didn't have the time to get together. I knew my ex's weekend was upcoming so I decided to reach out to Mary. I asked her if she'd like to go out, go to a movie, or have some dinner again because I would be free on Saturday night. She replied ...

... almost instantly saying; I will do whatever I have to do to get a sitter and we will definitely get together this weekend.

Within a few days, we decided our best course of action was not to spend money neither of us had. So, I offered her to come by me, if she felt comfortable enough, order some Chinese food, have some wine, and watch a movie. Her response; Perfect!

When Saturday night arrived, I found myself standing in front of my closet wrapped in a towel after a shower figuring out what to wear. I knew this was more of a casual, chill-at-home night, but I didn't want to be hanging out in worn and torn raggedy clothing. I pulled a pair of light blue jeans off the hanger. You know the ones, the acid-washed kind, which paired well with a dark blue pull-over shirt I hadn't worn in a while.

Mary told me she would grab the food if I got the wine and picked out a video. She told me she'd be over about 7:30. I was just finishing up a last-minute surge of straightening up, when I saw her car pull up in front of the house. I watched her exit the car, and walk up my walkway. She was wearing dark blue jeans, cute little white sneakers, and a lighter-colored feminine-style hooded flannel with a white T-shirt underneath. She looked so cute with her dark brown hair up in a ponytail, with some kind of long clip holding it up while carrying a full bag of food.

I opened the door, just as she got to the top of my stairs and greeted her. She gave me a long warm hug as she was in my ...