ANGIE
I'll have to rewrite some of this story, as the "nice" opening I had originally started with won't cut the mustard. Since things went south for me in the fall of 2004, I've had my eyes "opened" to more of the true nature of the girl involved. She's done some things in the intervening months that really make me question the kind of person I thought she was- I guess I was blind. I'm a pretty private person when it comes to my sex life, but I feel some of this might help me get over her. Plus, she felt is was OK to tell all her buds about our hookups, so I want to tell my side. Getting over this has been the hard part for me, and I'm having trouble letting go.
For anyone who feels the need to get to the good stuff, it will be a bit before I get all the cathartic issues and setup out of the way. I'm changing her name to protect her a bit, as her real first name is so singular that it would give her away to all who know her, very quickly.
To explain who I am, and where I was a year ago, I worked in physical therapy at a Nursing Home in a semi-rural backwater town in the Northwest. I had a good job, with a super boss, and some nice folks to work with. It would seem that there are pretty much two kinds of women in the health care and nursing setting: sexy and attractive, or huge and rundown. Despite all the oxygen dependent COPD patients, smoking is rampant, along with piss poor eating habits. Coffee, cigarettes, and fast food seem to sustain.
In there somewhere is me "Average Joe". I'm 36, 5'10", 180, not in awful shape, but needing some toning. I was married, but not happily though, and that's part of why I'm where I'm at. Divorce was on the horizon whether this history unfolded or not. I have average looks, above average smarts, and no physical characteristics of particular note. Blue eyes, glasses, and light brown hair. I'm no ladies man, and was never much to pick up women- just inept I guess. I always said I could fall into a barrel of titties and come out sucking my thumb.... I seem to be the guy women would rather have as a friend vs. boyfriend. I fit well at work, and I was well liked by other staff members. I enjoyed my work I was lucky, as for the most part my female co-workers were attractive. My boss was a handsome older woman, the chief female aide was tall, pretty, and voluptuous, and our Occupational Therapist was cute and had a great figure. Thing is, I had worked around hot women my whole life, and never really thought about mixing work and pleasure, as I always thought it unprofessional. That would all change.....
DEVIL IN A BLACK DRESS
Halloween of '03 may be one I always remember fondly. I own a kilt, and use any excuse to wear it. Halloween is one of those times. It's the first time I can remember seeing her. Her has a name: Angie, and she had started working as a CNA (Certified Nurse's Assistant) on the floor. Angie was packed into a black witch's costume a'la something out of a B-movie with Carmen Electra. She's about 5'4", cute as a button, with long light brown hair, blue eyes, nice butt, and a dose of cleavage to make you cry to Mama. Sure to give some of the male residents a coronary. Hell, I felt like I'd have one!!
I must have worked and seen her for 3-4 weeks before I even really spoke to her. I might have traded some "skirt" talk on Halloween (I wore a kilt), but the memory isn't there. She was very nice, alert, mature, and helpful with my patients, and I figured her to be in her mid 20's. We flirted mildly for about two weeks before I found out from one of her co-workers that she was only 19! WOW!! I was pretty surprised. She also had a daughter, and was going through a rough patch with her boyfriend. I wrote it off, and just figured the flirting to be just a normal office thing. No biggie.
Well, the flirting picked up. I've always been attracted to younger women- my wife was 8 years younger than me, but a 15+ year difference seemed inconceivable at the time. I found myself going out of my way to chat, flirt, or just follow like a puppy dog. I couldn't help myself. I talked to other male co-workers, and we all agreed, Angie had some pheromone thing, or some intangible quality men flocked to. I was definitely a statistic.
One of my duties to prep some patients was to load portable oxygen tanks for our COPD residents, so they don't crash with my therapy. The tank filler is in a separate locked room outside the main building. One day in February of '04 I needed to load one, and Angie was nearby and offered to keep me company. This was a boring duty, and usually not handled by two staff members, but I liked being around her. We went to the O2 room, and I setup the tank. She was staring at me, and I was instantly nervous, like I was on a first date. All I could think about was attacking her, throwing her up on a nearby case of water jugs, and ravish her. I was dumbstruck, and made some unintelligible banter and tried not to look at her. We were both nervous, I was to find out later. But, alas, nothing happened except my cold shower later in the day. We did swap e-mails and cell numbers later in the week.
I IM'd her a few times, and we talked about the creeping demise of our respective relationships. The flirting continued, until we got naughty and suggestive. We passed some positively sexual IM's and e-mails over the course of two weeks, until her boyfriend blew up at her. He was the insane jealous type, looking on her cell phone for who was calling, and re-reading her IM history from the computer. He freaked, and some bad mojo started. More on that later....
Professionally for the military, I was trying to get into a school, and had to get in shape. I mentioned to Angie that I was running, and she offered to run with me. I was still pretty naïve at this point. DUH! She met me at the park to run, and that's when things took a life of their own. We stretched, and started to jog. God she smelled and looked great, and I was soon running with a hardon- uncomfortably. I couldn't keep from looking at her heaving breasts as we ran- they had a life of their own! About halfway though the first lap in the wood, I'd had enough. I stopped, grabbed her, and kissed her. She melted into my arms. Floods of emotions ran amok. I had some serious guilt issues right off the bat, but I was unable to keep my hands off her, and unfortunately, she didn't struggle a bit.
We sat and talked in the woods, kissing and groping a bit. We both admitted we were in a screwed up position, and she didn't feel comfortable as the "other woman". She was a fantastic kisser, and really enjoyed it. Can't say that I was complaining...
A couple of weeks passed, and the tension at work was so thick you could cut it. We IM'd almost every day, where she complained about her boyfriend, and I complained about life at home. She eventually broke up with him, but he was psycho, and didn't go away like she wanted.
FIRST DATE
I had left work, and began working full time in another town for the military. I didn't get to see her everyday, and maybe later this was to be a telling reason on why things didn't work out. But, I had an upcoming weekend where I had to work, and my wife informed me she was leaving to visit her folks. Since I had some free nights, I asked Angie if she wanted to catch a movie. She was busy early Friday evening, but said she'd be free at about 7pm. Her cousin took her daughter for the night, and I met Angie at the place her cousin worked. She was wearing a tight top, and some tight black pants, and looked fantastic. I also noticed I had a hardon just being near her. Except for being in the car away from her, I was to have this erection just about any time I was around her.
We weren't able to come up with a definitive plan, so I asked if she'd like to rent a movie, and we could grab some pizza. She agreed, and I kissed her goodbye so she could get the flick, and me the dinner. She met me at the house about 40 minutes later, and we started the movie ( some slasher flick ), and had some pizza and beer. After only a few minutes of the movie, we started kissing, and it was all downhill from there. I never expected things to move so fast, but who was I to complain?
We moved around on the sofa, grinding and kissing, and I started to massage her boobs. Soon, she was sitting on my lap, and I helped her get her shirt off. I faced some of the finest cleavage I have seen, in print or real life. I pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders, and then undid the front clasp and released..... Heaven.
She had the most fantastic breasts I had ever seen in person. I was never much of a big tit fan until that moment. They were large- 34D+, round, and well shaped with little to no sag. I said " Wow" as I caressed them, and she said "Silly, they're just boobs!", but I begged to differ...She had nice nipples, and I stated nursing like a baby.
