Ok, so I'm still not updating regularly. Sorry. I don't really have a reason other than I just haven't been too energetic about it lately. I'm sure I'll get over it soon, just hang in there. Anyway, to pick up where I left off.

The story of Robbi starts here. So, I'm off work early on a nice sunny day and I go to visit an old classmate, Abby. Unfortunately, she's not home so I end up hanging out and spending time with her mother. Yes, you've figured it out, Robbi is Abby's mother. As Robbi's husband works in the back yard, she and I sit on a bench in the shade and talk. We talk about pretty much anything and everything. I asked about Abby, since I hadn't seen her for a long time, and, as I had tendency to do during this time, I brought up my "infatuation". I had my binder with me that had all the poems I had written at the time and Robbi asked to see them. I was nervous at first, but she just read them, looked at me and told me they were very good and that was it. No jokes, no smart remarks, nothing. And that's how it started.

I hung around for a while and then headed home, but a seed had been planted. I wanted to go back and talk to Robbi more about my "obsession", I enjoyed talking to her about it. Why? Because she listened. She just listened and didn't judge. Plus, she was just really nice and we had good conversations. I would call her and ask her if it was ok if I came and hung out and it was always fine, but it was kind of awkward. See, her husband worked at a manufacturing plant and he worked the overnight shift. He slept during the day so I couldn't call until in the evening, so that meant that all of my visits were at night. I would call, she would give the ok, and I would grab my poems, and other stuff and head over. I would usually be there about 30 minutes or so, and her husband would leave for work. He was kind of a quiet man. She would fix his lunch, tell him goodbye and then we'd sit and talk. Sometimes, we'd sit and talk for an hour and I'd leave, other times, we'd sit and talk almost all night. I lived in my own apartment so I didn't have to worry about anyone knowing what time I got home. Besides, we'd get to talking and time would just fly. Robbi is a great listener, and I think that's what I needed then. Just someone to sit and listen to me babble.

And babble I did. I would play Enya CD's and talk about how each song made me feel and this and that. Any other person would have been bored to tears, but I think Robbi was kind of lonely and she enjoyed the company. I think that's why we both clicked so well, we were both just lonely and wanted company. But then one night, the subject changed.

It wasn't unusual for us to be sitting on the couch (her at one end and me at the other) and her offer me a soda, a beer, some wine, something. It became a kind of habit that I would sip a beer while I babbled and she would have a glass of wine. One night, after my second beer, I blurted out something that had been crossing my mind for a while. I had been single for quite some time and it had been too long since I had had sex. There were quite a few very attractive older women in my hometown that were married to "professional men" and I got the idea in my head that their sex lives were lacking because their husbands cared too much about work. I don't know if it was true or not, I just thought that. So, I was going to start an escort service where I would "rescue" these women from their cold, unloving husbands and give them a night of sexual bliss with a willing, energetic, not totally unattractive young man. Yeah, right. This was my theory at least.

I can't remember how many beers I had, I was no where near drunk, but I blabbed this to Robbi and then, of course, said that she was on my list. She giggled and just passed it off as drunken babble. Or so I thought. As I grabbed all my stuff to leave, she walked me to the door to give me the usual "You're a good boy" hug. I leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, but was met with a full on, mouth-to-mouth kiss. I didn't know what to do. I was tingling all over. This was what I had been hoping for, and it was just then that I realized that I had been hoping for it. I was completely shocked. I slowly dropped my backpack and stereo and she led me to one of the bedrooms at the end of the hall.

I was in shock. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. Here I was, about 23 years old and there was a lovely, 35 year old woman in front of me, kissing me, removing my clothes and hers. Oddly enough, the first thing to pop into my head was that the front door was slightly open. I told her as much and then watched as she headed back out the room and down the hall. The room we were in was dark, and as she stepped from the shadows, into the light coming down the hallway, I got my first glimpse of her body. Now, mind you, Robbi wasn't perfect, at least in the Playboy/Barbie sense of the word. She was kind of heavy set, but not fat. She had very large breasts, which of course, I was attracted to, but, when unsupported by her bra, they tended to sag. I was still in awe as she came sauntering back into the room after locking the door. Instant erection. Well, hey, it had been a long time. I had gotten to where I'd almost pop a boner at a stiff breeze. All the blood had drained from my head and had focused itself at my crotch.

As she walked back into the room, I turned to face her and we began to kiss some more. I still wasn't one hundred percent sure that this was really happening. While I was trying to decide if I was dreaming or not, I notice her start to kneel. The only light in the room was from the moon outside and I could see it reflected in her blond hair as she started to kneel down. I knew what was coming, or at least I hoped. When I felt the warmth of her mouth, I almost lost it right there. I mean, instantaneous. I pulled her back up, laid her on the bed (which squeaked like a muther fuker) and proceeded to return the favor. I was shaking so bad with nerves and excitement I'm not even sure that I did anything. She pulled me up onto her, slipped me in and we went from there. It didn't last very long, sadly. Like I said, it had been a while.

We lay there, both of us not really believing what we'd just done. She slowly lifted my head and asked if I wanted to do it again. The body was more than willing, but the spirit was kind of at a loss. I ended up getting up, getting dressed, stumbling all over myself thanking her and then leaving. I barely slept that night. At that time in my life, it was the best sex I'd ever had. Luckily, my relationship with Robbi never grew beyond friendship. We had sex twice more after that, all which were wonderful. But, mostly, we just hung out and enjoyed each others company. I needed someone to talk to and just to listen and she needed someone to keep her company. After a while, I stopped going out to visit with her because her husband started getting suspicious. He didn't like the idea of leaving to go to work and seeing me sitting there when he left. I also had attacks of conscience. I didn't want to cause problems. So, we stopped hanging out. For a short time, I actaully had a lover, but most important was that I had a wonderful friend. I still see Robbi when ever I'm home. I go visit with her where she works, though, I don't go to her house. I saw her a few months ago, when I went back for the football reunion and she's still as wonderful as ever. I wish I could have spent more time with her, but alas, it just wasn't possible. Friends like that are hard to come by.

Well, that's the story of Robbi. I know, not too overly interesting or exciting, but it is one of the more memorable times of my life. For the longest time, it was a source of contention between the wife and I. The fact that I had slept with a married woman, and not really felt to bad about it, bothered her, but I think what hit harder was the fact that I referred to Robbi as the best sex I ever had. And at the time, she was. Of course, the wife has since then stolen that crown outright. Two years ago, the wife, Demonchild, and I went back for X-mas and I wanted to take her to meet Robbi, but she would have nothing to do with her. Now, however, I think she's calmed down and has gotten over it and is ready to meet her. Problem is they're 1500 miles apart. I still want them to meet. Two people who hold a very special place in my heart and have provided me with some wonderful memories.

Oh well, that's the end of it. Hope it wasn't too long or boring. I didn't go into too much detail because I didn't want this to turn into a porno entry. I guess my next chore is to get my new layout finished and put up. Hope I can do that for next entry. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story. If not, sorry, but hey, it's my diary, I'll write what I want. Anyway, take care.

Icebear

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