4. The next week

It was still summertime, so my kids were staying at their grandma's house the next two weeks. this left me with an absurd amount of free time, which i recall spending at Merrill's house with Lacey, staying up very late playing RockBand or card games and rumming around with her. I even slept on their couch in order to avoid going home to a big empty bed. Sometime during this week both Lacey and I began hearing from Lacey's best friend Jem, whom she'd also kind of fallen out of touch with . . .
Where do I even begin to tell the tale of Lacey and Jem? They've been BFF since they met and have, ah, had Relations with each other tons. Yes both of their husbands know and still allow them to hang out together. Insane I know. Everything Lacey's done, Jem did about six months afterward - leaving her husband, having a worthless baby daddy, leaving that baby daddy and getting back with the husband - actually Jem is on a different schedule than Lacey and had a wayy different time whilst in the middle of her shit, but they are both on the same page again, with 3 kids apiece, one from some strangedick after leaving their hubby and going buckwild and stupid, and now back with hubby trying to make a go of it. Jem is an alright girl - very much her own person. Jem doesn't give a raging blue fuck what others think of her, she's loud and boisterous and ridiculous. Lacey loves her. And Jem is in love with Lacey. Jem was always infatuated with Lace - I think the physical relationship just cemented it. Jem gets superpissed at me for hanging around Lacey too much, very jealous and posessive is she. There's always been tension between she and I because Jem thinks I"m trying to take Lacey away from her, I guess. I've done everything to make Jem chill out, to no avail - even asked her straight up what the fuck was with her attitude and we hashed it all out one night and still whenever the both of us are around Lacey, Jem has to be the one sitting closest or the one talking the most or something - she's a very dominant person and I've only ever seen her defer to her mom and Lacey.
The week in question, I had the kids for the first part of it and sent them away for the weekend, and they ended up staying away the whole of the next week too. On friday the exDick got his kid and took it to his Dad's house not too far where i live, with Tatum on his heels of course. I behaved myself all that week until I saw Tatum with Dick - then I decided to go out and find some solace in someone else's arms. I hit my local nightclub, a little worried since I was out by myself with no girlfriends riding shotgun. I hit up the bar first thing and perched myself on a stool while I sipped on a drink. The dancefloor was pretty empty, and it had been an age since i'd visited the place. Nervous was I in my cute tshirt and tight jeans. It didn't take long before an older guy struck up a conversation with me and asked me to dance. Now, I suck at twostepping, but here in the south there isn't any help for it but to try harder. So I did. I'm pretty sure I ended up leading the poor guy - who towered over me in both height and brawn - and we sat back down after one song. He kept downplaying himself, saying "I can't imagine why a cute young thing like you would even be talking to an old fart like me . . ." He reminded me of my late husband, who was ten yrs my senior. then he pointed out a tall skinny guy in a cowboy hat down the bar a ways and motioned him over. The cowboy came over and sat down, tipped his hat (which was too cute) and introduced himself as Lance. Before I knew what had happened really, Lance had bought me a drink and the first guy was at the other end of the bar looking for all the world like he was pouting. Lance was shy as could be, it took some real prodding to get him to ask me to dance, and after a few drinks i asked him if he liked to smoke pot. His eyes sort of lit up and he says "Why? do you have some?" I said I knew where we could get high and he asked me if I could give him a ride there and back. Of course I knew what he was asking. He told his other buddy who'd stopped by to flirt with me a couple times that he would be home 'later', to not wait for him at the club, and together we sped off.
What shocked me about Lance was his tenderness with me. He kissed and caressed me so gently and carefully - it was almost like lovemaking and threw me for a loop. I'm no spring chicken, I know the difference bewtween fucking, sex and lovemaking, and this was certainly bordering on the lovin' part. Being tall and skinny, his dick followed suit. And stamina! oh my, there's something to be said for young bucks with stamina. I do so love being exhausted from coming so much. And yes, I told him about my tricks right before he commenced to touching me, and then he touched me and saw for himself, and said "That's awesome!" with a giant ass grin on his face. Afteran hour or two of sex he held me very close and stroked my face in a too-tender embrace and talked to me for a good hour or so before I drifted off to sleep. He woke me up a couple of hours later just as the sun was coming up and 'prodded' me into more fantastic lazy morning sex. He was supercute and oh so shy, baby blue eyes and blonde handlebar mustache hiding a cheesy grin. I took him back to his house the next morning, we exchanged phone numbers, and I went home to nap off what I felt was a successful evening.
Lazy morning sex is THE BEST. It will fix me for a whole day.