Never Too Old Part Three: Settling Down

Being Single has grown on her, but is she ready to settle down?

It had been nearly three years since I heard from Christopher. I cut all ties, friendships, and anyone that would tell me or invite me back into his world. He wanted me gone, and so I was gone.

My new life as a single woman was growing on me. Many of the men I met through the website and the dance clubs tried to draw me into a serious relationship, but I liked being free to do what I wanted when I wanted to do it.

I started growing a small garden in my backyard. It was hard finding plants that were strong enough to withstand the hot and humid Florida weather one day and a torrential downpour the very next.

The thing I liked most about my job was that I didn’t have to hustle and try to claw my way to the top. I was happy with my position. I had the freedom to work from home for weeks on end and then go into the office for a few days.

Tomorrow was one of those days.

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“Hey Denise,” Joel said as I came into the office and sat at what was now my desk.

“Joel,” I smiled.

Joel was one of the men trying to, as the saying goes, ‘put a ring on it. ‘ He wasn’t pushy or disrespectful, but he couldn’t take no for an answer.

My best friend Martha joked that I shouldn’t have slept with a white man. I told her she was mean, but she did point out that four of the men who couldn’t take no for an answer were white, and the other three were Hispanic. The black ones just found other white women to mess with.

Martha only dated or slept with black men. I was beginning to understand why.

I knew I shouldn’t have messed around with Joel. He worked for the same company, and that was something I usually didn’t do, but he was charming at the company dinner, and drinks flowed. I told him that night it would be a one-time thing, and it was precisely that, one-time.

We went back to his place. I sucked his cock and gave him a tit fuck, and then he fucked me; that was it. There was no round two or three, just once, then he fell fast asleep, and then I left. Who knew that would be enough to get him hooked on me?

“You look good today,” Joel smiled.

“Thank you,” I grinned as I got down to work.

For the rest of the day, Joel made a few comments about dating or going out together, but I ignored most of them and gave vague answers to others.

I was thankful when my boss said I didn’t have to return to the office for another week. Maybe Joel would have found someone by then. He didn’t have my number or any of my socials, so he could not contact me other than at work.

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