It took me a while to cum again, but when I did, she stopped riding me as she cuddled into my chest, my fingers caressing her back. “I think we both needed that,” she whispered.
We were both a little awkward as we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. She definitely had that freshly fucked look, and her office certainly carried that musky scent of sex. I don’t think she really cared as we sat at her desk, going over the final bits of paperwork. With the divorce settlement signed, she escorted me to her door. Opening it, she kissed me in view of everyone in the offices outside.
“Thank you for your services, Miss Bonny.”
“No problem, Mark. It was my pleasure.”
Little did I know that I wouldn’t see her again for months. She rarely took my calls. Barely replied to any messages. And, as I said, I never saw her. I wasn’t going to stalk her apartment or anything. Maybe that one time of intimacy was all she could handle. After a couple of months, I slowly gave up and decided to enjoy myself. My girls could see I was upset with what happened with Melissa so pushed me to go out and start dating.
Over the next six months, I enjoyed time with an old friend, Suzy, who was happy to have a friend with benefits relationship. Another woman, Tanya, worked at the same company as my wife. I knew her from the occasional function I’d attended, and she was very eager to get me into bed. Though I didn’t actually care, she kept me up to date with what the ex-wife was doing. There were also the mothers who had spent months flirting with me at my daughters’ netball who now knew I was single, and they were not shy in coming forward.
But I never forgot Melissa through all that, but if she wanted nothing to do with me, I guess I simply had to find someone else I felt that sort of connection with. I honestly thought that perhaps, just perhaps, I could have been the man who helped her get better and maybe share a life. Foolish old me, I thought.
*****
Melissa
I love him. I’m in love with him. I haven’t felt this level of love for anyone except maybe my parents.
I can admit that I love him. It’s why I slept with him that afternoon back at my office. I’d loved him from the day he walked into my office. I’d wanted to sleep with him since our first coffee date. The first time I kissed him, I’m still not sure how I sent him packing afterwards. I was desperate to take him upstairs, strip us both naked and just offer my body. But there’s still that part of me that’s completely broken.
But I needed to show him intimacy. He was such a good man. He hadn’t deserved what he’d endured. He deserved all the love and affection someone could give him. But I just wasn’t capable of giving him that permanently. So I resolved that I’d give him a memorable afternoon, something to hold onto. I could look into his eyes and see he felt the same way about me. I knew he found me attractive, appreciated my intelligence, and had loved the support I’d given him the entire time.
Making love with him had been wonderful. After more than five years of celibacy, I was flowing like the Niagara by the time he finally slid his cock inside me. It was the best sex I could remember. My ex-husband had never made me cum like that. I’m still not sure how I didn’t end up a sobbing mess while riding him.
He left with a smile and no doubt hope that he’d see me again soon.
I rarely answered his calls. My messages back to him were perfunctory at best. And I never saw him, not for at least six months. There were two reasons why. The first was that I was in love with him and didn’t know how to handle it. I’d hardened my heart after what had been done to me, and though I loved him, there was still too much suspicion. He was a good man, but I wasn’t sure if I could ever completely trust him. The second was that he deserved his time to have fun. I knew he was a handsome, popular man. I knew how many women wanted him.
So I let him go and have his fun. I knew he probably felt guilt at times, but his daughters had admitted that he was a very popular man, that so many wanted to help mend his heart, or at least take his mind off everything going on in his life when he was at his lowest.
But he never stopped messaging me, at least. Even if he was off having fun, he’d still message to ask if I was okay nearly every single day, that he would be with me if I ever asked him to be, even if it was only as a friend. Reading those words made me cry every single time, as I knew I was self-sabotaging, that if I found it in my heart and mind to let go of the pain, that perhaps I’d find love again.
Six months after that time together in our office, I was at my desk when I opened my phone to another message from him.
I’m not sure what I did wrong, Melissa, but I miss your presence in my life. Even though it was only for a few months, you made me feel wonderful while the life that I knew was otherwise collapsing. I miss you and I know you miss me. I understand that you want to keep distance, but I won’t give up on you, and if there is the possibility of an us, then I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen.
Just know there are people out there who you can trust, and there are people out there who love you as the person you are. You are a wonderful human being, Melissa Bonny. And I miss you being in my life. Remember that you don’t have to be alone. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there to take you back in my arms, and I won’t let you go again.
I broke down into tears. Emily walked into my office to find me sobbing, not for the first time in the past six months. She took my phone and read the message.
“For crying out loud, Mel. He loves you. Pull your head out of your arse and go to him. Tell him how you feel. Grab life by the horns and finally find someone who is willing to give all they love they have to you.”
“He needs someone not broken…”
“So let him help heal you, Mel. Get your arse into therapy to deal with your problems.” She handed me my phone back. “But he’s just laid his heart out on the lie, Mel. I’ve met the man more than once. He’s handsome. Has a heart of gold. And it’s obvious from that message that he loves you. He didn’t say it in those words, but it’s been six months and he hasn’t given up on you yet.”
“I don’t deserve him.”
“Bullshit. That is absolute fucking bullshit and it’s about time I finally said it.” I lifted my head, blinking at her in surprise. “Melissa, you’re one of the best people I know. But you’re so fucking broken, you simply don’t recognise a good thing when it’s staring in your face. So I’m going to do it for you. First, you’re going to therapy about your problems. I know one who works in the building across the road. I’ll set up a meeting with a therapist from next week. I know more than one who owes me a favour. Second, you’re leaving this office right now, going home to change, then you’re driving to his house, and you’re going to tell him how you feel. Third, you’re taking tomorrow off because you’re going to be spending all day in bed with him as, to be honest, you definitely need to be fucked into a coma, and as tomorrow is Friday, I don’t expect to hear from you until you walk in here on Monday morning.”
I blinked at her in surprise. In all the years Emily had worked for me, she’d barely raised her voice. The glare she returned told me she was actually rather pissed off at me. “I should fire you for meddling,” I muttered.
“But you won’t because you know I’m right. And within a month, I’ll have a beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk because you’ll be thanking me for giving you the kick up the arse you need, because despite what you think, there are a lot of people in your corner who love you. Now, it’s nearly 5pm. I’m sure he’ll be finishing around the same time. It’ll give you plenty of time to quickly go home, doll yourself up, then head to his house.”
I knew I wasn’t going to win this argument. I might be a demon in a court room but everyone knew my private life was a mess or just non-existent, depending on what they knew about me. With a sigh, I closed my laptop and grabbed my bag. Before I left, I stopped and gave Emily a hug.
“Good luck, sweetie,” she whispered, “We’re all rooting for you.”
Arriving home, I immediately stripped and headed into the shower, washing myself down before shaving all the important areas. I didn’t shave my pussy, I remembered Mark had loved seeing my hair nice and trimmed, so I just groomed that area. I remembered he loved seeing me in a dress whenever we’d met for coffee. He also loved red on me, so I chose a red dress that dropped as far as my lower thigh while accentuating my curves and bust. I couldn’t do much with my hair, and then decided on a simply ponytail. After applying a little make-up, I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw.
The drive there was nerve-wracking as I wondered how he was going to react to me just arriving on his doorstep. Pulling up outside his house, the lights were on and his car was in the driveway. The house still looked gorgeous, lawn was mowed, garden still colourful.
Approaching the front door, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. I heard one of his daughters shout she would get it. The door opened and she immediately smiled at me. I thought she’d be angry but she put a finger to her lips and motioned me to walk inside.
“Who is it, sweetheart?”
“Someone’s here to see you, Daddy,” Hannah replied. “Good luck,” she whispered before disappearing into the kitchen.