I knew my ex, Tina, was under a lot of stress. Her dad was dying of cancer, in hospice for his last days, and she was facing the reality of losing the man whose approval was never granted and could never be attained. Tina never grasped that I had loved her unconditionally, and after eleven years of her narcissistic control needs and temper tantrums, I had had enough and walked away. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. We had been divorced three years, and the exchanges of our daughter, Zaida, were getting better. I was being flexible with their needs for time with Tina's dad, while offering to help as I could or as they'd let me. I would never admit it to Tina, but I still loved her deeply. I just couldn't let her control me.
Last night's exchange had been late due to Tina needing to help with her dad, and she was grateful for my flexibility. Zaida has gotten her homework done at my place, and we had good quality time together. Thursday morning, I was appreciating working at home. A quiet morning to get things done. I was about to get my third cup of coffee when someone knocked on my door. That doesn't happen.
It was Tina. She was in tears, and I figured her dad had finally passed.
"Can I come in?" she almost begged.
I agreed, wondering what was up. "What's going on? Is it your dad?"
"He's hanging on, but the pressure is getting to me. I realized that I'm going to be alone. I lost you, and now I'm going to grow old alone." She collapsed into my arms, sobbing. I held her, not knowing what else to do.
"Your mom is still here, and she loves you, B... Tina." I almost called her 'Baby', falling into my old habits and letting my feelings show.
"She's moving back to Odessa. She and Joe are going to get married. They have Dad's blessing, but there are no jobs for me there, and I have no friends. And I threw away what we had."
I wanted to give in and tell her she could come back, but I knew I had to watch out for falling into the trap of being her doormat again. "Hey, we can be friends. Isn't that what we wanted when we split up?"
Tina surprised me when she pulled back, looked me in the eye, and said "No. I want us to be best friends, lovers, and partners." Tina kissed me...hard.
I wasn't thinking, and I kissed her back. Our tongues intertwined, and as she peeled off her jacket, my hands moved to her amazing, 34DD breasts, now heaving as she breathed heavier and pulled me closer. She was wearing a tight white tank-top, with cleavage that went on for miles. She knew it was my favorite. I dove into her cleavage, kissing her breasts and longing to get into her panties. I wasn't thinking anymore. I was turned on, and she knew it.
