A Party of Two for Valentine’s Day

Jenna glanced at the clock on her nightstand, and saw that it read 12:18AM.

“It’s not as late as I thought” she said to herself. Her breathing had returned to normal, though she was still bathed in sweat from masturbating. The orgasm she experienced, which had finally subsided, was as intense as any she had over the past several nights of what had become a nightly ritual for her since the first of the year. A dish of ice cream (Rocky Road), a glass of red wine, and reading online erotic stories, all before retiring to her bedroom to engage in solo sex.

“Solo sex” Jenna sighed to herself. “When can I get some non-solo sex? Dildos just don’t cut it anymore!”

She looked again at the clock, focusing on the date below the time: 2-12. “Two more days to Valentine’s Day” she thought to herself. “I wonder who I’ll masturbate to on Valentine’s day?”

She paused and thought. “Who will be that special guy who will get the honor of being my Valentine’s Day fantasy? It can’t just be anyone.” Then reality started to set in. “Idiot” she thought. “Is this what my sex life has come to? Making a big thing out of who I’ll play with myself to on Valentine’s Day? How much more pathetic can my life get?”

Jenna had lived alone since her only daughter Wendy moved out last year for a job on the west coast with a big tech firm.”

“It’s a big opportunity Mom” Wendy had said. “It pays great, has awesome benefits, and had lots of room for advancement. Plus I’m I’ll be living with Akiko and we’ll be splitting the rent, so it’s a win-win.” Akiko had been Wendy’s college roommate. Jenna had met her once and she seemed like a nice girl, if a bit on the quiet side, unlike her daughter who was loud and outgoing.

“I know it’s a great job” Jenna replied. It’s what you’ve been wanting since you graduated college. I just wish it weren’t so far away.”

“It’s not like I’ll be living on the moon Mom. You can come out anytime, and I’ll be back for visits. Plus we can Skype chat.”

Jenna knew her daughter was right. It was the best move for her. She just didn’t want to admit to Wendy, or herself, that she wasn’t looking forward to living alone for the first time. She had married Wendy’s father right out of high school after she got pregnant with Wendy, so she went from living with her family to living with a family of her own. She divorced her husband shortly after Wendy began college. They hadn’t gotten along in years, and sex had been a long-forgotten act between them. The parting was easier once Wendy was away at school. But even though after the divorce she spent time by herself in the house, her daughter always came back during college breaks. And it had been almost a year since graduation and Wendy still lived with her mother, working a local job. It was time for her to leave, but she didn’t look forward to it.

Once her daughter had moved out, Jenna began to realize just how big the house was where they had lived for so many years. It was bought and paid for, which made her hesitant to move, but she was beginning to think about downsizing since she didn’t see anyone staying with her long-term in the upcoming future.

She had hoped that she would have met a new guy by now and he might actually be living with her, but she finally gave up on that. Heading into her late forties, not being what one would call slender, plus the recently discovered gray hairs, she had begun to resigned herself to living out her remaining years by herself. Wine, ice cream, and her vibrator seemed to be her only companions, at least for the late night hours. “Big, beautiful girls don’t age well” she thought.

After deciding not to work to have a second orgasm, Jenna pulled the covers up to her shoulders, rolled to one side and closed her eyes. “It’s not a bad future, is it?” she thought to herself. “At least I can masturbate and have orgasms. And I still get horny. Not everyone can say that, right?”

She pondered it for several moments before letting out a sigh. She then drifted off to sleep.

***

“DiGiorno’s Stuffed Crust Pizza, I’ve got a coupon and you are mine” Jenna said as she placed the item she had just pulled from the store freezer into her grocery cart. She wasn’t planning on stopping at the store on her way home from work, but decided at the last minute to go in and grab a few items. Luckily, she thought to herself, she had her coupon book with her. She grabbed a second frozen pizza from the freezer and placed it on top of the one already in her cart. She then looked down at the coupon in her book. “Buy 1 Get 1” it stated in bold red letters. “I can sense a pizza coma coming on tonight” she said to herself. She looked closer at the coupon and noted the expiration date: February 14th.

“Well” she thought to herself, “I guess this will be my Valentine’s Day present to myself. Fuck chocolate! Give me a stuffed crust meat lovers pizza any day. Shit, give me a man with a hard salami stick and he can stuff my crust.”

“Mrs. Gaskell?” The voice came from behind Jenna. It was soft, and she didn’t hear it at first, as she was still looking through her coupons and muddling through thoughts of hard şişli escort salami and what else she had to get to tide her over for the next few days.

“Mrs. Gaskell?” The voice repeated, louder this time, breaking through Jenna’s concentration. She immediately turned, blurting out a “Yes?” while dropping her coupon book on the grocery store floor.

Jenna looked at the source of the voice. He was tall, young. Oh so young she thought. His hair was black and cut short. Horn rimmed glasses gave him an intellectual look and magnified his blue eyes. His smile dazzled her as he had a look of recognition about him.

“I thought it was you” he said. “I almost didn’t recognize you, it’s been so long.”

“Uh.. yes…I” was all that Jenna could manage to mutter as her mind raced. “Recognized me?” she thought to herself. “So long…”

She could almost feel the wheels turning in her mind and then heard a click, and the memory came back to her.

“David?” she said. “Is that really you? It has been a long time.”

It had been a very long time, Jenna thought. David Moore, of course, how could I forget? He had dated her daughter for goodness sake. Jenna even thought that they might get married, if Wendy hadn’t broken it off with him shortly before moving out west.

“He doesn’t want me looking for jobs that will take me out of the area Mom” Wendy had said when she broke the news that she and David had broken up. “I don’t feel like he’s really supportive of my career choices.”

“You’ve been dating him for over a year and now all of a sudden you start to talk about moving out of the state” Jenna had replied. “Of course he’d be taken aback by it. I think if you give him some time he’ll come around to you. He’s lived here all of his life, and he’s hesitant of uprooting himself. I don’t think that means he’s not supportive of you.”

She had tried to talk Wendy into reconsidering breaking up with David, but her mind was made up. That was well over a year ago and she hadn’t seen him since.

David stooped down and began collecting the coupons that had spilled out of the book when it had hit the floor. “I didn’t mean to startle you” he said as he swept up the paper with his hands. When I spotted you I just had to say hello to you.”

“I’m glad that you did” she said as he got back up and handed her the coupon book. “I’ve wondered how you’ve been doing since…” She paused. “Since… well…”

“Since Wendy and I broke up?”

“Well.. yeah.”

“It’s okay, really” he said. “Yes, I sulked for a while and was genuinely bummed out about it. But I got over it, and I’m over her and I’m doing great. In fact I finally got my certification in December, so you’re now looking at an official RN!”

“Really?” she replied. “That’s wonderful. I guess congratulations are in order.” The last she had known, David was still taking classes in nursing school while working a day job. She wondered if that also contributed to the breakup, but it was a moot point now.

“Thank you” he said. “It was a lot of hard work but it was worth it.”

“I’ll have to tell Wendy about it. I’m sure she’ll be happy for you.”

“Please do. How is she doing?”

“She’s doing great. She received a promotion last fall. She’s a project manager, whatever that is. She’s thrilled by it though. It just keeps her too busy to visit Mom.” She said the last sentence with a slight tone of sadness in her voice. In fact Wendy hadn’t been back to visit at all since moving. Yes, it had been only a year, but she was afraid one year would lead to two, then to three…

“You must miss her a lot” David said.

“You can tell, huh? Jenna replied with a forced smile. “She’s my little girl. She’s my only girl.” She paused. “They grow up too fast.”

“Judging from the contents of your cart, it looks like you’re going to have a party this weekend” he said. Jenna was relieved that he changed the subject, as she was beginning to become melancholy over the talk about Wendy.

“Let’s see” he continued. “Pizza, ice cream, peanut butter, jelly, fudge brownies… and wine! All of the good tasting stuff without any of the good for you stuff” he chuckled.

“Yes” she replied. “It’s a Valentine’s Day party for one, so I have to make sure the guest of honor, moi, is taken care of” pointing to herself. “Plus, wine is good for you. If drank in moderation, of course” she added.

“Of course” he said. “Well, with all the goodies you have, I’d say that’s the kind of party I’d like to attend. So if you ever think about expanding the party to beyond one, I hope you’ll consider me when you’re making up your invitation list, as I would love to be a part of it.

“Oh, you’re always welcome David. You’ve never needed an invitation.” Jenna liked David the first time Wendy had brought him home to meet her. He was tall and handsome, albeit somewhat shy, almost nervous around Jenna. Whenever he was in a room alone with her if Wendy happened to step out for a moment, he acted anxious, and almost would stutter when speaking.

“I did think about stopping once or twice taksim escort just to say hello. But, you know, I just felt it might be awkward, seeing that I wasn’t dating Wendy anymore.”

“Just because you’re not dating my daughter anymore doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, right?”

“Well, if you put it that way, I guess you’re right. But I don’t, you know, want to impose on you. Plus, I wouldn’t want to just show up on your doorstep. You might have company over, or a gentleman friend visiting.”

Jenna smiled, almost laughing, at the phrase ‘gentleman friend.’ “Trust me” she said. “There will be no danger of you encountering a gentleman friend of mine if you ever stop by. The last man who I had over was a plumber, and if you had showed up when he was there you would have been very welcome!”

It was David’s turn to smile. “I suppose I’ll have to make plans to stop by the next time I’m in the neighborhood.”

“Well, if you can work me into your busy social schedule, I’d appreciate it.”

“That won’t be a problem, as my social schedule is as blank as possible.”

“Oh, now that I find hard to believe. A good looking man like yourself must have to fight off the girls.”

He smiled again, a nervous smile, one that reminded Jenna of the times he would be left alone with her. “Truth be told, I haven’t dated anyone since Wendy and I broke up. And what with school and work, I didn’t really see the need to add a girlfriend to my schedule. And since graduation, I’ve just been working overtime whenever I can get it, and it’s been plentiful, so my bank account appreciates it.”

Jenna could appreciate that. She would work overtime as well at her job whenever it was available just to avoid going home to an empty house. She had even asked if there was any overtime this weekend, as she loathed spending Valentine’s Day by herself, but there was none being offered. It was then that a wild idea popped into her head.

“We can’t have that all of the time” she said. “All work and no play will make David a dull boy. And forgive me for saying such a corny thing” she giggled.

He smiled. “I can always forgive you Mrs. Gaskell.”

“Please, enough with the Mrs. Gaskell. Just call me Jenna. You make me sound ancient when you call me Mrs. Gaskell. Not that I’m a spring chicken anymore.”

“Okay… Jenna. And you’re definitely not ancient, and certainly much closer to a spring chicken I must say.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me. Let me ask you this before I let you continue complimenting me” she said and smiled. “Are you working at all this weekend?”

“I’m not scheduled, but I was going to call when I got home just to see if they have any openings for the weekend, and I was thinking of taking a shift.”

“So you’re free right now…” she paused. “For Valentine’s Day?”

“I guess I am. Not that I look forward to it. If I stay home I’ll just be by myself watching a movie or something. Why do you ask?”

She took a breath. “Well, if you’re not doing anything, and you don’t mind spending a few hours with an old lady, I was thinking of making my party of one into one for two. If you didn’t mind, and if you were interested. Of course, if you have other plans…”

“No” he said. “No plans, as I said. I just… I wouldn’t want… to impose on you.”

“It would be no imposition at all, believe me. You would be a Godsend to keep me from going crazy for one evening. You would be most welcome. Besides, someone has to keep me from eating all of this pizza, brownies and ice cream.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want you to gorge yourself on all of that food. But I…”

She thought for a moment. “Please, don’t think me as trying to force you to come. That wasn’t my intention, and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, I wasn’t thinking that, honestly. Can I… can I think about it and get back to you?”

Her heart sank. She had thought there was a glimmer of hope that she would have some company over. It had been ages. But she wasn’t going to push it with him. David had the same anxious look on his face now that she remembered him having when he was alone with her. She wondered if she somehow intimidated him in some manner. Then the though popped into her head: maybe he didn’t like being around a “big” woman.

Jenna had always been big even as a little girl. “Fat” the kids would call her. She lost track of the times she would run home crying after a day of teasing by the other children at school. Diets never seemed to help. She would drop a few pounds, but they would appear again. Once she was in high school she resigned herself to always being overweight. Always being fat. It was just a natural thing she accepted.

Her daughter, however, was anything but fat. She could be mistaken for a swimsuit model, and probably would have been one, if she hadn’t had a knack at mathematics and engineering. She had brains and goods looks, and the ambition to go places. Jenna was proud of her daughter. She had a level head on her shoulders, knew what she wanted, and how to get it.

She topkapı escort could see why David would be attracted to her. They seemed to compliment each other, and it saddened Jenna the day Wendy said she was breaking up with him.

“Of course you can David” she said. They traded cell numbers, and he promised to let her know, yes or no, about Valentine’s Day. Then he was off as quickly as he had come upon her.

She pushed her cart along, picked up the few things she thought she would need, and went up to the checkout. She paid for her groceries, got them to her car and headed home. Once she got she put her groceries away. She then poured herself a glass of wine, kicked her shoes off, and sat down on her recliner.

Jenna slowly sipped on the wine, thinking back on the encounter with David. Was she so desperate for company that she would invite her daughter’s ex-boyfriend over for an evening? What if Wendy found out. She could hear it now. “Mom! What on earth possessed you to even think of having him over. What would people think? Don’t you even think of me?” Yes, she would say exactly that.

“What would people think” Jenna thought. “Maybe they would think I had myself a boytoy and was going to have wild and wanton with him.” She giggled at the thought. “It’d be just like those nosy neighbor’s of mine. They’d hear our moans and cries as we fucked like bunnies.”

She laughed and took another sip of wine and thought some more. She began to wonder: was that what David was thinking? Did he think she was inviting him over for more than pizza, brownies and ice cream? Was he afraid that she… might come on to him? Was he scared that he was going to be trapped in the lair of an old, fat, sex-starved woman who had invited him over with the sole purpose of ravishing him?

She stared at the wine glass, watching the liquid move as she tipped the glass slightly back and forth. Was that what he was thinking she thought? Was that what he saw when he looked at her? Was that what was going through his mind when she invited him over for Valentine’s Day?

She quickly swallowed the rest of the wine from the glass. “Smart, Jenna, real smart” she thought to herself. “You act so desperate for company… please, please, please, won’t you come over? He’s probably afraid I intend to get him drunk, tie him to my bed and rape him.”

She started to feel sullen. “That’s probably exactly what he thinks” she thought. “What a fucking idiot I am.” She got up from her recliner, poured herself another glass of wine and sat back down.

“Sure, he’s nice looking” Jenna thought. “He’s tall, lean, I bet he’d be a good fuck. I bet he’s hung very nicely too.” She smiled as she thought about the size of the penis he might have under his pants. “I bet he’d go nuts if I started sucking on his dick. If he hasn’t dated since he and Wendy broke up, he’d probably blow his load in my mouth in 30 seconds, if that. Just flick my tongue around his cock, caress his balls, and I’m sure I’d be tasting his cum in no time. Then I could get him hard again and he could really fuck me. Feeling that hard cock of his in me would be heavenly. I bet he’s really hung, too. And thick. He’s probably at least….”

Then she shook her head. “What in the hell am I thinking?” she said out loud. “He was my daughter’s boyfriend for goodness sake. He’s over 20 years younger than I am. He could be my son for crying out loud. Shit, he and Wendy might have… might have… fucked! What am I thinking ‘might have’, they must have fucked!”

She sucked down her wine in three swallows and put the glass down on a stand next to her recliner. “Stop thinking of these things” she thought to herself. “He’s not coming over anyways so get this silly boytoy fantasy out of your head.”

She picked up her cell phone and went to the contact list where she had added David’s number earlier. “I’ll text him and tell him I was just kidding about coming over on Valentine’s Day and that’ll be the end of it” she thought to herself. “Then I’ll delete his cell number and that’ll be the end of it. It would be too awkward to have him come over anytime, much less on Valentine’s Day.”

She started typing; “Dear David…” when her phone chimed. She saw the notification pop up at the top of the phone’s screen. Her eyes widened.

It was a text message.

From David.

“Fuck” she said to herself as she continued to stare at the screen. She didn’t notice the rapid pace of her breathing as she looked down at the static phone screen. It was about a minute later when she came out of her trace-like state. “Calm down” she thought. “He probably wanted to get home, settle down, and then politely decline the invitation and that’ll be it.” She smiled to herself and thought “Problem solved.”

She fumbled with the phone until she pulled up his text message and read it, eyes widening as she reached the end of the message. Then she read it again to make sure she didn’t misread it: “Hi Jenna” it read. “I didn’t want to come off as standoffish or indecisive when you invited me over for Valentine’s Day. I didn’t want to impose on you, even though you said it wouldn’t be an imposition. Plus it being awkward me being Wendy’s now ex and all. But if you’re absolutely sure it wouldn’t be an intrusion, I’d really like to come over for a slice of pizza, if it’s okay. I won’t stay long, I promise. And if something else has come up to where you won’t be home, let me know and I’ll make alternate plans. David.”