Jack recalls 1st time and he and Divi go to an Orgy (Part-6)

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After seeing Donna out, I returned to my kitchen and grabbed a beer and my e-reader and binoculars and retreated to my spot on the deck. I popped the beer tab and set the e-reader on the railing. I wasn’t all that interested in reading so I scanned the opposite shore with my binoculars looking for any movement. There was none. It was completely quiet except for the groan of a chainsaw very far away and then I noticed the low-pitched rumbling of the train. I thought of Priya and how the train had evoked some fond memories of her early life with her husband, Naveen. Thinking of Priya made me sad and sadness always evoked post Anna memories.

An Orgy develops and Jack and Donna go on a date (Part 5)

I loved Anna with all that I was. I loved her still; or at least my memories of her. I always swore that I could never love anyone but her, so I’ve clung to her memories for all these years. Now, I wasn’t so sure that I couldn’t love someone else. I fought the thought off as being disrespectful of Anna’s memory. It wouldn’t stay away though. It had been easy to honor Anna all these years, buried in this house with photos or her and things that I kept that reminded me of her. My libido had checked out and sex had no part in my life at all. Then the old couple next door and then Ashley and Jacob and their pubic escapades and then Ashley appearing in my bed and I realized that my libido was alive again.

Since then, in just a few weeks, there’s been Priya and Divi and her friends, my sister’s in law Frankie and Joyce and niece Angela attempting to thwart my status as a hermit and then Beverly and Eva, Ali and Joan and now Donna. It seemed the universe was conspiring against me, or for me; I couldn’t decide which.

I had already decided that if, in the end, I was only a sperm donor for Donna, I was cool with that. Anna and I had wanted kids. She had taken our first and only with her to the grave. The thought took my breath away and tears exploded from my eyes and cascaded down my cheeks to congregate on my chin before dropping to my bare chest. The thought of Donna carrying my child was growing on me. Whether Donna and I were able to be a couple or not, I wanted to be involved in the child’s life, if that happened. That would be the first topic to discuss with her on our next date later that week.

My cell phone chimed and I got up to go inside to answer it. I couldn’t remember where I’d left it last and I listened for the melodious tones that led me to the bedroom. The ring was coming from my bureau and by the time I picked up the phone, it stopped ringing. I looked to see who had called. It was my mother. I figured she wanted more money so I put the phone in my shorts pocket and didn’t return her call. If it was that important, she’d call again.

By the time I got back out to the deck, my cell phone dinged indicating that I had a voice message waiting. I pulled my phone out and after a few minutes trying to remember how to retrieve voice-mail, I listened to Mom’s message. Around a bunch of “how are you?”, “I miss you,” etc.; all of which she was not prone to saying, the jist was that she and my sister had rented a camp on my lake and were looking forward to seeing me. She indicated that she’d call me when they got there.” She gave no hint as to whether it would be today or tomorrow. I called her back to find out but her phone bounced to voice-mail immediately. I left a message and hung up.

I returned to my chair and turned on my e-reader and got a half a page in and shut if off. My mind was distracted. A swirl of thoughts ran around in my head. Donna and her situation, Priya’s efforts to sort out her feelings and my feelings for her. Divi’s persistence and my inability to deal properly with it. All these years since Anna died, I hadn’t even thought much about sex. Now, all of a sudden, it was everywhere. Fortunately, it was like riding a bike. I sat there in my chair with my beer thinking about my sex life. I knew almost to the minute when it ended and I knew with a little less certainty when it started again. I think everyone remembers when their sex lives started. I certainly did.

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