Al Bruno III
The bed was too small, the room was too warm and her
clothes were too tight but in a matter of moments one of
those problems would be solved for her. Kate felt his
hands snake up along her back and take hold of the
zipper on the back of her black dress.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this! He was half her
age, half her age and beautiful. He still lived with his parents but he was
undressing her like an old pro.
The dress fell away and Kate felt a flush of uncertainty,
these weren’t the perky breasts of a college hottie, these
weren’t the hips of a girl flush with the promise of youth.
Her shape was still lovely enough to catch a man’s eye
but she knew her body had been marked by the passage
of time; there were stretch marks and a tattoo that
had seemed like such a good idea at the time.
What would she do if he flinched away from the sight of
her? She would die, she would just die.
He didn’t look away and a little smile pulled at the
corners of his mouth, an appreciative smile. Then he was
pulling her close and closer still.
There was stubble on his chin, his breath smelled like
gum and his kisses were like candy. His name was Robbie. He was a valet and he had flirted with her as she
dropped off her car and headed into the grand old hotel
for the wedding reception. She was sure he gave the eye
to all the middle aged broads that crossed his path, but
he’d walked off the job to be with her hadn't he? Walked
off the job with a breezy laugh of “They won't fire me.”
What was it her old friend Debbie had said about cougars
and cubs? Debbie was always one for smutty little
remarks. She’d even made them when she was in
hospice, trying to make the orderlies blush while she’s
still had the strength to speak.
What would Debbie say if she could see her now?
Robbie had stripped Kate down to her plain cotton
underwear. The panties of a woman with no expectations.
His touch skirted the old scar that marked the place
where the doctors had gone in to remove her cancerous
womb. Did he know what that scar meant? Or was he too
busy kissing just below her navel and working his way
down?
In spite of everything Kate giggled when those kisses
reached their goal and he made himself busy. No one had
done that in a while!
Or with such thoroughness.
It had been the wedding of a daughter of an old
acquaintance, someone she had lost touch with since
college and then found again thanks to the dubious
miracle of Facebook. Kate decided to go on a whim,
thinking it might be fun to see her old home town again.
To see what had changed and what hadn’t. Maybe she
would even rekindle an old friendship or two.
She had avoided the actual ceremony however, wedding
ceremonies left a bad taste in her mouth. She had been
burned twice and that was enough, the only thing more
expensive than her weddings had been her divorces.
Now it was her turn to undress him. The terrain of his
body was familiar but there were surprises. A pierced
nipple, washboard abs and he was more than a handful in
all the right places; and he was ready to go! No purple
pills and pregnant pauses here.
Pregnant.
There was a word she didn’t like crossing her mind.
Especially considering what she had lost at such a young
age, even more so when she realized who else was at the
reception.
Of course she should have guessed. Hadn’t the invitation
come from an old and mutual friend? Kate was civil
enough when Scott her old fiancee called out her name
and told her it was long time no see. He hugged her in a
way that showed he still didn’t have the slightest idea
how much he had hurt her way back when.
He had smiled and told her she hadn’t changed a bit. He
bragged that he was the manager of this hotel and he
had charged the bride’s family half price for the affair.
Then he had introduced his wife and offered to show her
his wallet full of kids. The need for those kids was the
reason he had left her within months after the
hysterectomy.
It was a clumsy move but she had excused herself by
pretending her cell phone was on vibrate and there was
an important call coming in. She made a show of talking to someone that wasn't there and made as dignified a
run for the exit as she could.
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