Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party - Sex Stories

Ain't Nothing But A Divorce Party

... day that weall messed up. Our girls are at y’alls thing, and y’all at our thing. Instead of bitching and moaning, let’s make the most of it. You were gonna be shooting the shit, drinking and having a general good time, right?”

The freshly attended grunted their approval.

“And, Tara, we wanted the same thing, right?”

Tara nodded after another heavy sigh.

“So let’s stop all the pissin’ and complainin’ and have a fun ass time.” Cassie ran up to Cliff, whispered into his ear, and he walked away and started up the stereo set where the karaoke machine was situated. Contemporary hip-hop blared through the speakers, which the racially diverse group of men appreciated and bobbed their heads to it. Cassie dragged Tara by the hand and into the crowd, who seemed shy initially, but after a while, everyone danced, and a smile even crept across Tara’s face.

It didn’t take long for the drinks to start flowing, along with Cassie’s advisement to drink water in between to avoid any nasty hangovers. All throughout, the handsome stranger from earlier kept his eye on Tara, and when she looked, he’d veer away, so she decided to approach him as he sat by himself.

“Hi,” she said before sitting.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Noticed you’re not mingling like the others.” She leaned forward in faux conspiratorial fashion. “And you keep checking me out. Thereis another hot chick in the room, just sayin’.”

The young man chuckled and said, “Busted.” This drew a laugh from both, and he ...

... continued, “I’m more friends with the host of the party we were supposed to be at than those guys.”

“Hmm, okay. So you all don’t go to the same college?”

“How’d you figure we were in college?”

Several of the other gentlemen began burping the alphabet, and Cassie’s raucous laughter pierced the air from letter ‘C’ to ‘P’.

“No need to answer that,” the young man said, and Tara immediately giggled. “I go to a different college, though – name’s Eddie.” He extended his hand over the table.

“I’m Tara.” She shook his hand, then slowly slid hers out of his grasp. The texture was soft but firm. “So were you ever planning to come up and talk to me, Eddie?” Tara raised her hand to show her naked ring finger. “Not like anything’s stopping you.”

“Damn, a brotha can’t be shy no more?”

“You look anything but shy.”

They both flashed a mouthful of white and continued conversing about what they did and even veered into the reasoning behind Tara’s divorce. Meanwhile, Cassie flirted with the remainder of the group and was the literal centre of attention as some held her hips from the rear, snuggled up behind her and left her giggling. Tara would’ve been worried Cassie was drunk, but the latter never drank heavily and was effortlessly friendly; just during her respective marriage, the volume neared zero in contrast to that very moment. A bolt of sadness ached Tara’s chest at the social years Cassie abandoned for the sake of respecting her marriage and not being her naturally ...