Awakening

Even as I held him in my arms and felt his warmth, his softness and his hardening against me, a part of me could not believe this was happening. Sex? With someone new?? At my age???

I had honestly believed this would never happen again. 

I had met this man when I was a grieving widow just starting to step back out into the real world. At that point I could not conceive of a man, any man, being more than a Freind.

And now this man was becoming my lover.

This man was strong, sweet, intelligent and funny. This man was also quite quirky and completely different from any man I had ever been involved with.

Although initially I tried to put him in the Freind zone, as our emotional intimacy grew the physical attraction naturally started to grow as well. At this point we started cuddling at times but had still never kissed. One night I asked him why he had never kissed me on the lips and he replied that it was "to intimate"??! I found this response both exasperating, and endearing. 

  Part of me felt young and silly, laughing inside at the fact that this previously unimaginable event was occurring. Adding to these feelings was the fact that we were in my parent's home. After a few vodka and cranberry juices, I had snuck him into my childhood basement bedroom like a naughty teenager.

I won't get into all the scandalous details about just what occurred in that basement bedroom on that unforgettable night but I will tell you that more than two years later I still love to wake up in his arms and to this day the sight of blue plaid boxer shorts inexplicably turns me on.