Celia walked into the office the next morning, haggard and exhausted. Her match from SuperStar had turned into a late-night fuck session, and she didn't make it home until 2:00 a.m. She knew she shouldn't have gone out, but she just couldn't sit still. A fire had been burning hot inside her with only one remedy to extinguish it — a longing that called out for sex at the most inopportune times. She had gone from a sexless existence to being obsessed with it.
Body count up to seven, BTW.
No question, she had to exercise more restraint in the future, and yet, even as she mentally chastised herself, a smile sat on her face at the memory of the hook-up. He had been fun, fit, and handsome. Although she didn't anticipate seeing him again, he'd been exactly what she needed: a hand to scratch her itch. And scratch he did.
She could still feel him going down on her. Her hips rolled in her chair. And the most memorable part, well, in the middle of it, he added a special surprise. While he had his tongue going and the fingers of his right hand sliding in and out...
Damn, I love that.
He took his left thumb and slid it up her ass. It was her very first time, and she had been totally unprepared. No one had even attempted that before. Thinking about it when she woke up this morning led to a quick vibrator session. She had to release that energy before she got to work. It would have been all she thought about.
I guess this is what freshman year must have felt like.
Her phone buzzed. Looking at the screen, she saw that she had received an email from the state of Texas. She took a hopeful breath and opened it. Reading the email, she let out a loud "whoop." She had received the official notification. Her divorce was final. At long last, she could truly refer to Rod as her ex.
She had fully expected him to drag this out. After her run-in with him outside Tequila Barb's, she wasn't sure what he would do.
I guess he got the message when I almost ran him over.
An odd feeling came over her. Alongside the thrill of closing this chapter of her life lived a small, stubborn twinge of sadness. Fifteen years was a long time. In the beginning, they'd had a lot of fun, but, as time went on, they grew apart. Their lives together disintegrated day by day until they no longer worked.
Take care, old man. Don't keep fucking up your life.
She shifted in her chair, and her coochie ached. Last night's guy had been particularly exuberant. He had left her rather tender from the experience.
How weird: divorce official, coochie sore.
Max walked into her office, took one look at her, and knew something was up.
"Okay, you're holding out on me. What's going on?" she asked.
Celia chuckled at the insinuation. "I just got word: my divorce is final. Rod signed the papers. It's a done deal."
"Considering the last time you saw him, I'd say he realized he had no choice in the matter," Max sneered.
"Yeah, almost getting run over is pretty strong motivation." A moment of silence passed between them.
"You doing okay?" Max took her hand. "I mean, from what I saw, you had no other choice, but still, you loved him once, right?"
Celia shook her head. "Yeah. It's the weirdest thing. I grew to hate him so much that just seeing him walk into the apartment depressed me. I've waited so long for this day. And still, I'm sad. It was a big chunk of my life." Her mood shifted as the memories of their early days together lingered. "He wasn't always like that. He had a real first-impression sexiness about him. The problem being, my first impression happened fifteen years ago."
They were both silent for a few seconds until Max said, "But nothing but blue skies ahead, right?"
"No doubt about it," Celia replied, making a conscious decision not to let this get her down.
The workday continued.