Chapter 21 – Kelly

My first reaction after receiving this text was to jump up and have another dance party. However, in my experience, things never went this well for me, so it was vital that I proceed with caution. After all, eventually, my novelty always wore off.

What did my ex use to tell me? "You're too weird. No one else but me will want you."

Now that I was falling in love with Dale, if he were to reject me, I may be ruined for all future relationships. Besides the fact that he was out of my league in the weight and looks department, I was concerned that once he had healed from his divorce, he would realize all of the options he had.

He really could have his pick of single women.

Kelly –

You say that now, but will you say it in 6 months when my quirks become annoying?

Texting him my fears may have been the chicken shit way of handling my insecurities, but it was the only time I could talk with him without my brain failing to fire its engine.

Dale –

I just have a feeling about us. It was fate! We were supposed to meet Kelly.

Plus, my quirks are way weirder than yours.

Kelly –

No way! What quirks do you have?

Dale –

Sworn to secrecy?

Kelly –

I swear that I (and the cell phone company) will keep the information you are about to divulge a secret. I'll even delete it after reading it if you like.

Dale –

I wouldn't go to that extreme, but I will now bring you into my confidences.

I do not like to watch horror movies. (Any child who primarily grows up at a 200-year-old courthouse has enough spook factors to last a lifetime.)

My dissertation was about the importance of the arts in regards to helping the academically gifted thrive. During my research, my favorite part was going to all of the high schools in a 50-mile radius and watching their musicals.

I have seen every episode of Alf, twice, and Saved by the Bell at least twice.

See. Quirks.

Kelly –

All right, I concede. Your quirks are way weirder than mine. j/k

I agree horror movies are the worst, so let's talk about something other than horror movies for a second, or I'll have a hell of a time going to sleep.

Dale –

How about we talk about the laundry room.

Kelly –

<Blush> What specifically about the laundry room would you like to discuss?

Dale –

Well first, being inside of you again was even better than I remembered. And secondly, feeling you without a barrier was incredibly erotic. You should probably know that I plan on touching myself to that memory until I'm able to have you again.

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by his admission. So turned on that I boldly texted:

Kelly –

You mean, like I'm touching myself right now?

Dale –

Give me a second to get into bed, and I'll join you.

Oh! My! God! Twenty-four-year-old me would be thoroughly shocked by my behavior, but the thirty-eight-year-old me was squealing with excitement.

Dale –

Calling you now!

Holy crap! I thought we would be doing this through text!

Before I could contemplate my burgeoning nerves, my phone vibrated.

"Hey!" I said awkwardly.

"Good evening Ms. Kelly! Now, where were we? Oh yes, tell me again how you are touching yourself?"

"Um... Well, right now my fingers are circling my clit?"

"And Kelly, what are you thinking about while you are doing that?"

Spurred on by lust I explained, "I'm thinking about how wonderfully you filled me, before releasing your cum...How about you?"

God, I hope I don't sound like an idiot.

"I'm gently rubbing my tip and remembering how it felt to slam against your feminine walls, over and over again."

Breathing heavily, I added, "Oh God! Dale, my fingers still smell of us. Please tell me you're stroking yourself for me."

I may have sounded entirely out of my comfort zone, but I didn't care, this was the most exciting phone call I had ever had.

"Kelly, you're killing me, I wish I could be inside of you right now," he paused to grunt in ecstasy, "Tell me when you're close? Tell me when you're right about to explode so that we can come together."

"Dale I'm so close, please thrust inside of me."

"Put three fingers inside of your sweet pussy for me and stoke your clit with your thumb. I'm so close to coming for you Kelly, come for me, baby! Let me hear you say my name."

And that was when I felt my hips begin to buck as if possessed by the ghost of Dale's lovemaking.

"I'm coming, Dale, oh Dale!" I said muffling my scream into my pillow so I wouldn't wake the children.

Then I heard Dale grunting four times before he shakily whispered, "Oh Kelly!"

Both in a euphoric stupor, it was at least two min before either of us were able to speak.

"I've never done that," I admitted shyly.

"Neither have I."