It was part of my daily routine, a brisk jog before work. Except today was different, no work after the jog! What a great feeling to have all my exercise in for the day and be able to go back home and do whatever I pleased. The Operations Center I managed had now gone to shift work where we would be on four straight 12-hour days and then be off for three straight days. Today was my first day of a nice three-day weekend. It couldn't have come at a better time.
Two weeks ago, Renee, my longtime girlfriend and I called it quits. Renee was offered a job out on the coast and after long deliberations she decided it was her time to take her shot. I agreed, and the break-up was mutual. Surprisingly, it was a lot less emotional that either of us had felt it would be. Maybe we are both still in shock, or maybe it was just the right time. Jogging never cleared my mind like some people claims it does for them, it just seems to be an event where my mind will wonder into any of the current events going on in my life. The first mile I was thinking of Renee, the second mile I was trying to decide what to do with all the empty space back at the place. As my mind was wondering, I decided to cut through one of my regular paths in the next neighborhood. I jogged by the one large white house in the dead end court that belonged to a mutual acquaintance of ours Rex and my ex-girlfriend Stacia.
Renee had told me some time back that they had had a son and she had seen Rex with the new baby at the grocery store. This morning as I jogged by, Stacia was standing in the doorway, and came out before I reached the sidewalk in front of their place; she waved me over to come to the porch. Even though we are living in relatively the same neighborhood, I hadn't seen Stacia in what was probably a year. She had definitely put on weight as a result of the baby, but she was looking great. Curvy; her chest grabbed my attention, and I don't consider myself a breast man!
I turned down my ipod and pulled out the earbuds, I said hi sort of in breath with my slowing stride.
"Why hello James, you look awfully hot, how have you been?" She said though a snicker.
"Yes, hot it is!" I replied as I bent to hold my knees for a moment.
"Well here's a towel to help, would you like some water?" she asked as she handed me the towel.
"No thanks I replied, I usually just have a large drink when I finish."
Stacia invited me into her living room just off of the screened in porch, she told me if I wasn't going to have a drink she was going to have some tea she had just poured for herself. I stood wiping with the towel as she sat on an oversized chair.
Stacia told me that she had seen me jog by on many mornings, she was typically up feeding and saw me from the upstairs nursery, seeing today I started out a little later because of my new schedule, I assumed she must have put the baby down. I congratulated her on becoming a mom, and made the idle small talk one does with all new parents. She beamed when she talked about Robbie, as she called him. She told me she would love to show him to me, but her mother had picked him up earlier this morning to take him for the day.
Stacia told me she had heard Renee and I had split and she was sorry. Stroking my ego, she told me that Renee was the one who lost out. She had also made some rolling eye comments about Rex, almost sending up a flag that things were not so happy for the new parents. She told me his travel schedule has increased for his job in the past three months and out of their son's nine months of life; he probably was only around steadily for the first one.
She then in confidence, with one of those comments, "We've shared some history and I can tell you, but don't tell anyone"... Preempts, that she believed Rex had a girlfriend in Boston and it was only a matter of time before they were done.
Stacia told me that Rex thought she had become fat, and was all around giving any excuse to avoid intimacy. I was sort of curious to know why he would want to stop with Stacia, she was probably the best "fuck" I'd ever had. What broke us apart was she was not a one-man woman. During our brief (just over two-month) relationship, which took place the summer between my sophomore and junior year in college, I know she had cheated on me at least two times. She of course didn't consider it cheating since one time was with a woman, and the other was her free spiritedness helping someone through a difficult time.
Great sex or not, I didn't like her games. For the next few months after our drift apart until we break-up fade away routine, she would call and flatter me by telling me how great I was, and how she really screwed up. It wasn't long after that time that I had met Renee, and all calls and communications stopped.
Stacia wasn't fat. Voluptuous is the only word that came to mind. She was not a small woman to begin with she easily stood 5' 9" so her frame held some extra meat on her bones really well. Her hair had grown long, full and straight. She didn't curl it, but it was a streaked brown, blond, with some red in it too. Her breasts were huge and looked good enough to get my cocks attention, I was looking her over since she had been making so many body comments and I couldn't help but stare.
"What's wrong, do you think I'm fat too?" Stacia asked.
"No...No!" I replied, "I think you look the best I've ever seen you." I meant every word of it.
"Well, thank you", she said and continued, "...But the way you are looking at me I thought I may have to be self conscious. "
Straight up she then stated what should have been a question, "You want to see my tits don't you?"
