The Woman on the Bicycle

I literally bumped into Jesse on a benefit bike ride. I won't admit that I had been riding behind her and admiring her ass on her bicycle seat. There are few women who can look good on a bicycle seat especially if there anywhere near my age. But she stopped short and I didn't have enough time to stop completely before my front wheel bumped into her rear wheel. There was an initial look of anger on her face that turned into a smile.

Jesse would go on to became my first friend in Florida. After finding my wife in her lovers arms and a nasty divorce, I retired and escaped Philadelphia for the warmer climates of Florida. Even in Philadelphia I had been an avid bike rider and I joined a local bike club in Florida as soon as I was settled in. That club was hosting a fundraiser for an old rail line that was being converted to a bike trail. It would be my first ride in Florida.

After bumping into her and apologizing my ass off, we rode the rest of the ride side by side. Teasingly, she said it was safer keeping me where she could see me. She was attractive but I thought she might be a little young for me. But a nice conversation flowed between us. After the ride we swapped phone numbers and she sent me links to a couple of other clubs she belonged to. I made sure there wasn't a wedding ring on her finger.

When I got home I realized I was attracted to her but knew it was too soon after my divorce to get involved with anyone.

If we were on the same ride, Jesse would spend most of the ride alongside me, she continued the joke that she felt safer where she could see me. When she didn't ride, it gave me the opportunity to get to know other riders.

The Texting

In the beginning it was a text here or there about upcoming rides with different clubs. Jesse still worked as a home health aide, so she would occasionally miss some of the rides I went on. Sometimes she didn't have a lot to do at work and the texts would flow.

The texting continued as we delved into our histories, Jesse actually grew up a few towns over from me in Pennsylvania and we both spent many of our summers in the same Jersey shore towns. As we tried to figure out if we were on the same beach, I found out Jesse was five years older than me. So much for being too young for me. There were some days during the first two months we knew each other that we spent a good chunk of our evenings swapping dozens of text messages.

The Touching

Somewhere in there the touching started, her hand on my arm or chest as she said hello or goodbye. Or her hand on my back as we walked into a restaurant after a ride. One of the clubs we rode with had lunch after every ride and Jesse always sat next to me, her leg touching mine or her hand on my thigh.

I still believed it was too soon after my divorce to get involved with anyone. My ex and I were still arguing what different parts of the divorce decree meant.

During one ride, Jesse started teasing me about what I was staring at that I didn't realize she was slowing down when I bumped into her

The Hug

Jesse struck me as a hugger, she seemed to hug many people at the end of every ride. I'm not sure she realized we were hugging initially but she froze up when she realized it. I hugged her again a dozen rides later with the same effect.

After that, she always approached me with a fist bump at the beginning and end of every ride.

I would watch her hug other men, whether it was Ron, Steve or Sam and wondered why not me. The bigger question I had was why did I care?

The Bike Wife

Jesse seemed to become my bike wife, she would sit down next to me if we stopped for lunch or for ice cream. Not that I cared but sometimes I would wonder how I would get familiar with any other woman riding with us if Jesse was always by my side and usually touching me.

One night there was a new guy who joined the group, he was telling a few of us how he just retired from the navy. Jesse began telling the guy how I spent eight years in the navy. When the guy asked me what ship I was on, Jesse told him I was on a submarine and gave him all the details.

Somebody mentioned once about going to Europe and Jesse started telling the group all the countries in Europe I had visited. It brought back memories of standing next to my wife who loved to talk for me, almost like she was embarrassed to hear me talk.

The Husband

We had two rides coming up on Saturday, I had planned on doing both. I assumed Jesse would do the evening ride because it was always one of her favorites. We were on another ride the Friday before and I asked her whether she would do both, her response floored me.

"It's my anniversary and I have to spend part of it with my husband so I'll have to miss the evening ride, I think Jimmy has big plans."

"Wait, you're married," I asked.

"Almost 30 years, I thought you knew."

"Obviously not Jesse. You don't wear any rings."

"So you looked to see if wore a wedding ring Jack, I'm flattered. It's okay, Jimmy lets me have male friends."

I had no idea what to make of that and I had no idea why I cared. The more I had gotten to know Jesse over the last few months the less I liked her as a person, she voted for Trump twice, she had two small yippy dogs, the kind I hated more than Trump and she was anti-gay while I had a gay daughter. And she loved country music.

But most importantly, she was a rabid Christian, always praying for me.

My plan was to start distancing myself from Jesse, but god had other plans.

Summer was coming to Florida and many of our bike club members were heading north. Summer thunderstorms were killing most of our evening rides. There were a couple of rides where it was just me and Jesse.

On one of those rides where it looked like it was just going to be me and her again I sent her a text asking her if she was still going to ride, she said she would ride with me as a friend. I don't know what she was implying. But I texted her back,

"Jesse, you are married, we would never ride as anything more than friends."

Her response was also baffling, "Yes, it's ok we are friends."

After another evening ride was rained out, I made plans to ride a paved trail about an hour east of us the next morning. Jesse and I discussed it through text messages. I didn't really invite her but she said she wanted to go and was going to check with her husband. Jesse came back later and said her husband didn't want her riding with just me, riding with the clubs was fine though. I'm guessing her husband didn't know most of our club rides had been just the two of us.

The summer continued where maybe half the rides were just the two of us and those rides usually ended with a lunch. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. If Jesse's husband didn't want her riding with just me, was she being dishonest with him by not disclosing that our club rides were mostly with just me.

I asked her why her husband didn't ride and she said Jimmy had a lot of health problems.

It was my turn to head north for a month and Jesse volunteered to take a couple of my house plants to her house. When I came back I went to pick them up from her house, about a half hour from mine. We had just finished loading the plants into my jeep when Jimmy pulled into the driveway. I felt odd with no idea why.

As he was behind the wheel I could tell Jimmy was a big guy, easily over six feet. As he stepped out of the car I realized he was almost as wide. Jesse wasn't much more than five feet tall and I doubt she weighed much more than 100 pounds. He would crush her.

But we shook hands, chatted for a bit and said our goodbyes. On our next bike ride Jesse told me his hips and knees were bad making exercise impossible. They didn't have the money for the replacement surgeries and now he was so overweight it would be hard to find a doctor who would take the risk he wouldn't flat line on the table.

It was almost a year since I met Jesse and the snowbirds were returning to Florida. I was thinking I would like some female company, maybe to go out to dinner or a movie. Things Jesse's husband would definitely object to although we were having lunch together at least once a week during a ride.

Was Something Going on Between Us

As the snowbirds returned, there were a lot more women on our club rides. It seemed like Jesse was always by my side on those rides and since she was always active in my conversations it was hard to get anywhere with them. Plus I think the touching showed ownership to any other woman in our group. Kathy, one of our mutual friends, asked Jesse if we had a thing going on. Jesse denied it and Kathy said you could have fooled her and many of the other club members. Jesse started maintaining some distance for a couple of weeks but she was quickly back at my side.

Usually at the end of a ride, most people would hang out together for a bit, especially if the weather was nice. I enjoyed hanging out, some people cracked open beers, I always had a couple of sodas or waters in my cooler. For some reason I liked to see Jesse driving away safely before I left. Sometimes it would just be the two of us at the end of the evening and we would just chat, nothing different than the hundreds of text messages we swapped over the previous months.

We would sit on the hood of her car while we talked with Jesse sitting so close to me our legs were touching. We talked about everything, her short lived first marriage, the bitter end of my marriage, her daughter had a bad drug problem and Jesse hadn't seen her in years. I talked about my daughter who I only recently started speaking to again after she cheated on her husband a few years earlier.

On one of this nights, when it was just the two of us, she said, "What if I didn't want to be just friends Jack?"

"Jesse, I told you about the pain I experienced when I found my wife cheating on me, I could never do that to anyone else."

"Jimmy wouldn't have to know Jack."

"I'm flattered Jesse really, but I would know and wouldn't like the guy looking back at me in the mirror."

And then Jesse was off on a completely different conversation and she didn't bring it up again.

But she still rode by my side and she resurrected the taunt that she had to keep me by her side because she wasn't sure what I was looking at when I rode behind her.

Jesse Pushes Things

The club stopped for ice cream one night and she sat so close to me she was almost in my lap. One hand held her ice cream cone which she was licking seductively with her tongue and her other hand was squeezing my thigh. Kathy saw where her hand was and shook her head. Some of the other people in our group also noticed.

The ride ended and it was just the two of us sitting on the hood of her car again.

"Jesse, what were you doing tonight, squeezing my thigh?"

"I was just eating my ice cream cone Jack," she said with a smile.

"You never at ice cream like that before and when Kathy saw it, she was shaking her head, she was already thinking we had a thing going on."

"Does that bother you Jack? Does it bother you if I touch your thigh like this?"

Jesse put her hand on my thigh again and gave it another squeeze. I removed her hand.

"I'm assuming most people know you're married so they would think I'm the kind of person who would mess around with a married woman."

"I'm sorry Jack, I feel very comfortable around you, we've been friends for over a year now."

"You've been friends longer than that with Sam for example and I've never seen your hand on his thigh or sitting that close to him. Sometimes I think you're just teasing me."

"I won't touch your thigh again, are you going to continue staring at my ass if I ride in front of you," she said with a wink.

Jesse slid closer to me on the hood of her car again if that was even possible.

"Even when I'm not on the bike I see you checking out my ass Jack." As she talked I would swear she was rubbing her tit on my arm and her hand was squeezing my thigh again, very close to Mr. Happy who was getting excited.

"I need to go Jesse. How many people in this club know Jimmy, I know Kathy does. If any of them told Jimmy what they saw tonight I don't think it would end well. It certainly wouldn't end well if you were my wife."

For the first time I left Jesse there by herself.

I had hoped the tone of my conversation would have caused Jesse to step back but she only became more touchy feely. Kathy started riding next to me. Riding three wide was frowned upon so her presence would force Jesse or me to back off.

On the next ride, Jesse had to work and Kathy spent a good chunk of the ride next to me.

"Jack, what are you doing with Jesse?"

"I am not doing anything with Jesse although the way she acts sometimes I can see why people might get the wrong impression. Let me assure you that nothing would be going on between me and a married woman whoever that woman was."

"You and Jesse got pretty close over the summer, maybe too close."

"Maybe Kathy, I didn't even know she was married for the first few months we rode together and after that she was always the one who insisted we were only friends. I haven't established a lot of friends since I moved to Florida so I was okay with that."

"So what are you going to do Jack?"

"Stay home Kathy, I'm going to stay home." And then I sped up to ride with the group leaders

And I did, I passed on the next ride. Jesse asked me why I wasn't riding and I told her I had problems with my bike, the same thing on the next ride.

Jesse Gets Thrown Out

The next ride was rained out so I didn't have to lie again but on that night, my doorbell was ringing. It was a classic Florida rainstorm that felt more like someone was hosing you down with a fire hose. I opened the door and a very wet Jesse fell into my arms sobbing.

"Jimmy threw me out Jack, threw me out in the rain."

She had an overnight bag with her, a very wet and unzipped overnight bag.

"We need to get you out of these wet clothes Jesse, is there anything in this bag that is dry?"

"I don't even know what's in there, Jimmy was just throwing shit in there and threw it out the front door before he pushed me out."

"Go into the bathroom and get those wet clothes off, I'll get you something of mine for you to wear."

Jesse went into the master bathroom while I scoured through my clothes for something to fit her. I found some gym shorts, a t-shirt and an old bathrobe for her. When I got back to the master bath, Jesse had left the door open and was standing there in just her bra and panties.

"Jesus Jesse, why didn't you shut the door?"

"You said you would be right back with clothes, I'm guessing there are no women's clothes here like a bra and panties."

She had a smile on her face as she said that and then reached back to undo her bra. I dropped the clothes I had and told her I was putting on the tea kettle. We settled down at the kitchen table with our tea.

"Somebody from the club reached out to Jimmy and like you predicted, it didn't end well. Somebody sent him a picture from when we were at the ice cream parlor, my hand on your thigh with my tongue out seductively licking my ice cream.

Whoever it was, also told him that most of our bike rides during the summer were just the two of us and had pictures of us having lunch together. And then he started following us, he had pictures of the two of us sitting on the hood of my car including the night I was squeezing your thigh."

"He was screaming and yelling at me, I embarrassed him in front of all the bike riders and they all think we have a thing going on. We've been married for almost 30 years and I have known him much longer than that and I never seen him so mad. He was banging the wall with his hand so hard he put a hole in it."

"He wanted to know what the fuck I was thinking and I fucked up Jack. I told him I loved you but you were too honorable of a man to get involved with a married woman. And then he threw divorce papers at me and said, "problem solved." The next thing I knew he was pushing me out the door."

Then she broke down and started sobbing, I went over and held her thinking that was a big mistake. She reached up to kiss me and I turned my head.

"Jesse let's not burn any bridges here. Maybe Jimmy will calm down tomorrow."

"But I don't want Jimmy, I want you Jack and I have for a long time. That's why I said I would ride with you as a friend and why I never wanted to hug you. I knew if you started something I wouldn't be able to say no and for the longest time I didn't want to hurt Jimmy. Do you know when the last time Jimmy checked out my ass, the last time he looked at me like I was desirable. It has to be decades and it's probably been a decade or more since we've been intimate."

"What the fuck am I going to do Jack?"

"It's late Jesse and we don't have to solve world hunger tonight. I'll set you up in the front bedroom tonight and I have a sleeping pill to help you fall asleep. Tomorrow the sun will be shining and maybe we can figure things out."

"But I wanted to sleep with you Jack."

"Technically you are still married and we're not going to burn any bridges."

"Okay Jack, how long will you let me stay here."

"I would never kick you out Jesse."

It took a while to get Jesse settled down in the guest room, getting a four year old to stay in bed was easier. Fortunately I had a handful of new toothbrushes for when the grandkids came down. And she did take the sleeping pill.

It was one of those nights where I thought I couldn't sleep and woke up six hours later wondering where the night went. Jesse was lying beside me with most of her left butt cheek exposed. I covered her up and started the coffee.

Jesse came into the kitchen a few minutes later and I poured her a cup of coffee.

"I'm sorry Jack, I couldn't sleep by myself last night, even with the sleeping pill, but I fell asleep right away after I laid down with you. Maybe I don't know how to sleep by myself anymore."

"Are you hungry Jesse, I could make you an omelet, I don't have any vegetables just cheese."

"You know how to cook Jack?"

"Yes, my mother wanted me to be self-sufficient and not reliant on a woman. I gathered your clothes into the laundry room, maybe you should get a load started while I cook. Detergent is in the cabinet above the washer."

I heard the washer start and was just finishing her omelet when she sat back down in the kitchen.

"I'm fucked Jack, there's no underwear in the bag, mostly just t-shirts and some sneakers. No socks, no shorts, it was like he scooped up some shoes in the closet and emptied my t-shirt draw into the bag before throwing it out in the rain."

I handed Jesse her omelet with some toast, I also gave her a pen and paper and told her to start a list.

"I have no money Jack."

"Don't worry about money Jesse, just start a list of immediate needs and we'll head over to Walmart after breakfast. I'll lend you a pair of my underwear and some shorts in the meantime."

Jesse started crying again. I held her and said, "I'll help you through this Jesse, little steps. Now eat the omelet before it gets cold."

We spent a lot of time in Walmart, Jesse said she liked wearing the boxer briefs I gave her. She wanted my opinion on other underwear and I refused. She grabbed some shorts and some socks and some other things. I really wasn't paying attention. Then we hit the food section to get some stuff she liked. Another area where we were opposites, Jesse loved her vegetables and barely tolerated meat. I loved meat and hated vegetables.

Jesse spent most of the day washing clothes and setting herself up in the guest room. In between she was having a running argument with Jimmy via text messages. I sat in the living room reading my current book. We decided to go out for dinner in order to satisfy our different tastes.

When it was time for bed, Jesse wanted to sleep with me again.

"Please Jack, I promise I won't start anything and you won't even know I'm there."

I felt like I was flashing back with the kids when they were small asking if they could sleep with mommy and daddy. I said yes and Jesse dropped her robe and climbed into the other side of the bed. All she had on under her robe was a t-shirt and panties and as she climbed into bed most of her ass cheeks were on display. Those damn ass cheeks which started all of this shit. I sighed as I laid down, I looked over at Jesse and she had a grin on her face just like the kids did when I said yes to them. Jesse leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you Jack for taking me in, buying me clothes and letting me sleep with you. I know you're not thrilled with the last part but I am really grateful."

We had both taken a sleep aid and were asleep quickly. I woke up at three in the morning with Jesse's head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest and her thigh draped across my legs dangerously close to Mr. Happy who had taken notice of the bare thigh. I pushed her thigh down a bit and fell back to sleep.

The sun was shining through the window when I awoke and Jesse's thigh was where I found it the night before. I looked over at her and she was awake and smiling at me.

"I'm sorry for invading your space Jack and I'm sorry for lying to you. I can't remember the last time I slept with Jimmy, many years ago, probably a decade. As his joints went, his weight increased and his snoring got worse and worse. I slept in the guest room but I could always hear his snoring and knew he was just on the other side of the wall. I was afraid the first night I slept here, like I was a little kid, there were none of the sounds I was used to falling asleep to."

Jesse had a text from Jimmy that morning: "All your shit is in garbage bags on the front porch. Come and get them while I am at work. Anything left will go in the dumpster when I get home."

We finished breakfast and took both cars to her house and it was a good thing we did because there was a lot of stuff plus her two bikes. We unloaded the bags and bikes into my garage when we got back and Jesse started going through the bags. I had only met Jimmy twice and wasn't impressed either time. As I helped Jesse go through the bags I was certain he was a childish idiot.

He just threw stuff in bags. He must have gone into the bathroom and threw all of her stuff into a bag, not caring that some of the caps were not on. Her hair dryer was ruined. Her clothes weren't too bad, one drawer per bag, and her closet stuff in a couple of other bags. The top of her dresser was a shame, he just pushed it all into a bag, her jewelry box, her makeup, some porcelain dolphins and a plant. Jesse just sat there and cried.

I found myself sitting on the floor and held her as she cried. "I'll help you through this Jesse, little steps," I said. "Let me go through this bag in the kitchen and you can start on another one."

Once I got past the spilled make up, the bag wasn't that bad. Sorting through the jewelry and gold chains were a bitch but I had it all sorted out and arranged neatly when Jesse came out.

Jesse grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek, "You know what we need Jack, we need a good bike ride after dinner." I heartedly agreed.

Although Jesse's stuff was all the way at the other end of my condo, she preferred to use the master bath when she showered, which I didn't mind, but I wish she would close the bathroom door. Jesse slept with me again that night in her classic t-shirt and panties but tonight's panties were a thong. Again I woke up with Jesse's head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest and her thigh draped across my legs. And again, she was awake and smiling at me.

"Good morning Jack, it sucks but I have to go to work this morning."

"Let me put on the coffee, would you like something to eat before you go."

"I'm just going to have one of the frozen waffles we bought."

Jesse stood up in front of the window and lifted her arms in a yawn. Lifting her arms pulled up her t-shirt exposing her ass cheeks. It was almost impossible to see the thong. Jesse caught me looking in the window's reflection.

"Still checking out my ass Jack," she said with a smile. "You know I take that as a compliment right."

Jesse turned around and put her arms down however the shirt stayed up putting the front of her panties on display. She saw where I was looking and did nothing to pull her shirt down.

The Differences Between Us

Later, Jesse gave me a kiss on the cheek as she left and when I was sure she was gone I called my oldest. She was frequently my sounding board and I had mentioned Jesse to her a dozen times before. It's not hard for a man to get his signals crossed when dealing with an attractive woman. I asked her if it was okay for Jesse to keep her hand on my chest when we were talking and she said definitely not. I gave her the short version of how Jesse ended up in my apartment.

"I thought you didn't want to move past friends Dad."

"I don't mess around with married women so I didn't want to move past friends."

"And what about now dad, he's divorcing her and she told him that she was in love with you. You're a man with needs, how long are you going to sleep next to her without moving past friends."

"I know this hon, Jesse is probably my closest friend down here, at least year round. There's a few things I don't like about her, for example she voted for Trump twice and she might be anti-gay."

"With a gay daughter, that has to be a hard stop right there but democrats and republicans have married before and survived. You should sit down and talk through your differences and see if she can accept my sister into her life."

"Yes, that is what I was thinking. These days when someone voices an alternative political opinion I walk away and have been doing that every time Jesse says stupid shit. Maybe when we're done talking she'll be begging Jimmy to take her back."

Jesse got home from work later than expected and was unusually quiet. I had a lasagna ready for the oven and started it. I wanted to ask her why she was so late but that just felt wrong. Jesse remained quiet throughout dinner. When the plates were in the dishwasher I asked her to sit down and talk to me.

"Are you mad because I was late Jack?"

"That's rather trivial Jesse, but something else is on your mind and I would like to talk about that."

Jesse stared at me for a minute, "Kathy came to see me today and told me I was a fucking fool for fucking up my 30 year marriage with Jimmy for you. She said especially since I had no idea if our feelings were mutual. I tried telling her that I had fallen out of love with Jimmy a long time ago, I couldn't remember the last time he said he loved me or we made love or the last time he said anything nice to me. We were like roommates and don't even sleep together. Actually I am more like his maid, I do his laundry, cook his meals, clean the house, and do the food shopping. Jimmy does nothing but get fatter."

"You know how Kathy is, she basically kept repeating herself over and over again. She said you're probably just like Jimmy. I laughed at her, Jack has made me breakfasts and in plural. He made me an omelet the first morning I was there. Jimmy has never touched a stove except to boil water. Jack went food shopping with me and clothes shopping. His house is immaculate, he knows how to clean."

"Wait, all men are the same, once you move in he'll never lift another finger. He does that stuff now because no one else will."

"Remember when I had my surgery five years ago Kathy, a week in the hospital and a week in bed rest. Jimmy didn't clean shit for those two weeks, outside of coffee he didn't cook a thing. The house looked like a dorm room when I was able to get up. He couldn't even put his shit stained underwear in the hamper. Maybe things won't work out with Jack, but even so I'm not going to spend the rest of my life as Jimmy's indentured servant."

"We went back and forth some more, than she called me a dumb cunt and walked away."

"So, how was your day Jack?"

"Rather boring, I made sauce for the lasagna, vacuumed and did some laundry," I said with a smile on my face.

"Are you teasing me Jack?"

"No, I really did all those things, you seemed to like the lasagna."

"It was delicious Jack, I'm sorry I didn't acknowledge you efforts. Maybe I'm as bad as Jimmy."

"Speaking of teasing, I think you've been having some fun teasing me, the thong you wore to bed last night and flashing your panties at me."

"I'm sorry Jack, but it's a real thrill for me when you look at me like that. It's been a long time since anybody has and I haven't had a sexual urge in a longer time. Jimmy hasn't inspired any in a decade. Part of that was going through my changes and then there's this good looking guy checking out my ass, a good looking single guy. Some of my internal stuff woke up and I felt urges I hadn't thought possible. I wasn't teasing Jack, I want you to look at me that way. I don't think my feet touched the ground until I ran into Kathy. You make me feel like I'm 18 again."

"I'm glad I make you feel that way Jesse, but we are very different people, opposites in some ways. You're religious and I don't believe there is a god, you voted for Trump and I think he is a disgrace on so many levels. You've said some negative things about gay rights and I have a gay daughter. Friends can have different opinions on things and agree to disagree but we could never move beyond friends if you couldn't accept my daughter for who she is."

"I can accept your daughter Jack, I just think gays have pushed things too far?"

"Explain that to me Jesse, is there anything gays are asking for that heterosexual people don't have already."

"God forbids it, when a man lays down with a man it's an insult to God."

"To your god Jesse, not to the millions of people who don't believe in god or the billions of people who don't believe in your god. Do you really think I could accept you into my life knowing that you believe my daughter is an insult to god."

Jesse got up, left the table and went to the guest room. I wanted to go after her but this wasn't an issue we could compromise on. She slept in the guest room that night for the first time. She was gone in the morning along with most of her stuff. She left me the porcelain dolphins and a note thanking me for giving her a place to stay.

I went back to riding with our clubs. Kathy told me that Jesse moved to Pennsylvania to live with her brother.

In the end I was sad that she left. I never wanted to lose Jesse as a friend and I was going to miss looking at that ass.

Jesse Comes Back

But what should have been the end of this story wasn't because a handful of months later, Jesse was again ringing my doorbell one night in a pouring rainstorm. She leaped into my arms crying.

"I can't live without you Jack."

In a repeat, I led Jesse to the shower to get her wet clothes off and retrieved some clothes she left here. Of course the bathroom door was open, the shower was running, her bra was on the floor and she was sliding her panties down as she turned to look at me. I never saw her completely naked before.

"Here's somethings to put on when you're done," I said.

For some reason she left the shower door open and I stayed and watched her. I loved watching women shower but I have no idea why. I was trying to pick up her clothes when I realized that Jesse's pussy was shaved and she was making sure it was very clean. Maybe it was always shaved, I just never saw it before.

Like the last time she showed up at my doorstep, I had a cup of tea waiting for her when she finished her shower. Jesse sat across from the table from me in a bathrobe, not saying anything. I was trying to read her face as she looked around the kitchen and not looking at me. She would focus on something on the wall or counter and smile. But a face seemed to switch from one emotion to another.

"Jack, I know we need to talk but I have been driving for most of the last 24 hours with occasional naps in rest stops. Would it be okay if we put that off for tomorrow and just went to bed."

I nodded.

"Would it be okay if I slept with you Jack."

I nodded

The last time Jesse stayed here, she would always fall asleep facing away from me and sometime during the night she would roll over and drape herself across. On this night she started off that way, her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest and her leg draped across mine.

"You don't know how much I missed this Jack, being this close to you, feeling this safe."

I wanted to tell her I missed this too but I suspected there were some big things that still separated us. Her breathing slowed and I could feel her falling asleep. For some reason I kissed her forehead. I liked the way she smiled and pressed herself against me.

Like before, I awoke to Jesse staring at me and smiling. My cock was slightly erect and I had a feeling that Jesse may have been giving it a helping hand.

"Will you make me one of those fantastic omelets."

Like last time, she stood in front of the window and yawned, lifting her arms over her head pulling the t-shirt up and revealing that ass. When she turned to face me, the t-shirt stayed up, hung up on her very erect nipples. Instead of panties like last time, I was looking at her bald pussy. She spread her legs a little, letting the sunlight shine through the gap. It was hard to believe she was five years older than me.

"I'm not married anymore Jack, I just have to go to the lawyers office today and sign the papers and it will be official."

"We should eat and talk Jessie."

She came over and hugged me, "I love the way you look at me Jack, I know you want me and I want you. When I come back from the attorney, I won't be married anymore and you can take me Jack. Take me and make my dreams of the last few months come true."

"We need to talk first Jesse and eat."

Jesse waited for me to finish making my omelet before she started on hers, when we were finished eating and on our second cups of coffee, I asked about her stay at her brothers.

"You met my brother Peter on a couple of bike rides. He's always been one of my favorite people. I think I told you I was married once before I met Jimmy. That marriage went so wrong, my ex had my children taken away from me. I was so depressed. Peter introduced me to Jesus and that literally saved my life, through our church I met Jimmy. I put my faith in Jesus and married Jimmy."

"Things were never right with my children and I prayed and prayed for them. My oldest boy reconciled with me, my daughter and I never reconciled but she stopped using drugs, my ex was more successful turning my younger son against me but I still pray for him."

"Peter wasn't happy that I broke my vows, he said even though you were honorable enough not to cross any lines, I was unfaithful to Jimmy every time I was with another man I had feelings for and he agreed with Jimmy's decision to throw me out. He was pretty harsh."

"I argued with him that he didn't understand how unhappy I was with Jimmy and the way he let himself go. 'in sickness and in health' he shouted back at me."

"And then we started discussing your daughter. He told me I was right, not to sacrifice my values for someone who would violate one of gods laws."

"But something he said started me thinking and reading. We're basing this on a two thousand year old book written by people that came along hundreds of years after the words were spoken. How many things were wrong in this magical book, Noah didn't put two of every animal in an ark, the earth isn't 7,000 years old and the earth isn't the center of the universe and on and on. All of these things turned into great debates with Peter. And I read all about homosexuality, even the catholic church is turning to a more understanding view after many of the other Christian churches did long ago."

"Peter continued debating the issue with me over months. In frustration I said, 'Peter, who am I to judge this woman I never met, she could be a saint and I'm condemning her for some ancient bull shit with no basis in fact.' I realized that the bible's view on homosexuality in itself was wrong on so any levels."

"He came over and kissed my forehead and said, 'sometimes you can be incredibly slow Jesse. Go back to Jack and maybe you can heal this, go back before it's too late.' He had been playing me the whole time."

"And that's why I'm here. Take me to meet your daughter Jack please."

"Actually I want you to think about it while I head over to the attorney. I never really asked if you wanted to be more than friends or if you had feelings for me other than you liked my ass. I've been throwing myself at you like I was a teenager."

"I'm going to do this Jack, I'm going to bring in something to wear when I see the lawyer and I'm going to leave my suitcase on the step. If you don't want me, just leave the suitcase there and I'll understand. If you do want me and I pray that you do, put the suitcase in the master bedroom. If you're undecided, put it in the guest room and maybe we can work things out."

When Jesse left, I called my oldest and gave her a slightly abridged and PG rated version of Jesse's return including my suitcase choices.

"Are you asking me a question Dad?"

"You know I always use you as a sounding board honey."

"And I am honored that you do Dad, go put her suitcase in your room like you wanted to do before you called me and tell me when I will finally meet this woman you fell in love with over a year ago. Sometimes you can be such a man. Any other questions?"

"Send me some dates that would be good for us to come up and make sure your sister is available."

And I put Jesse's suitcase in the master bedroom like my daughter told me to.