An Unlikely Match Leads to Wild Sex

A little preface information; this takes places after I find my girlfriend of over 10 years cheating. I turned to drugs, drinking and partying to try and heal my wounds, but nothing worked. The following is my first long term (and healthy) relationship post divorce, and how it changed me. If you haven’t read “Sexual awakening post nasty divorce” it is the first instalment in this series; followed by “A Sexy Adventure On Mushrooms” you may want to check them out, I split my adventures while with Allison into a bunch of smaller chunks… this is the first.

Please leave comments so I know what to change as I post the story going forward; enjoy!

***Please note that I name my cars; two are mentioned – Miley is a Nissan Pulsar GTiR, and Tricia is an Acura Integra Type R.

“True beauty is on the inside; but so is your colon, and everyone knows that’s full of shit!”

Skip ahead a couple months to when me and some of my friends were out having some drinks at a local pub to celebrate my birthday (it was a yearly tradition for me to go out with the boys from Ogden). It was a Friday night, and the pub we were at (Woody’s) was fairly busy, so me and the guys decided to set up shop around the billiard tables and we started drinking heavily while playing a game of pool. As the night progressed a large group of girls that were also celebrating a birthday ended up setting up camp not far from us, and few of them came over to watch our game. It wasn’t long before two of the spectators from the other party challenged us for control of the table, but we weren’t ready to completely give it up, so me and Cristen compromised with the challenging duo by getting them to agree to play doubles against us (it definitely helped their cause that the pair were extremely hot).

As the game of pool got underway one of the two girls we were playing against pulled me aside; then she explained that it was her friends birthday, and she went on to tell me that the birthday girl thought I was hot and wondered if I’d join them over at their table for a drink (she pointed rather vaguely towards her party). Now I’m not afraid to admit that I was being shallow as fuck that night (because I thought she was pointing at a larger girl sitting amongst the group) so I told her thanks, but no thanks, I was going to stay with my buddies to celebrate my own birthday, and then I went back to my table for a round of shots with Cristen and the boys.

When we returned to the pool table (where the girls were patiently waiting to resume our game) one of the other girls from our opponents birthday party came up to me and asked me the exact same question I was asked before our break (if I’d go back and meet the birthday girl) so I again tried to politely decline the request (for my shallow reasons) but before I had time to express my objections the girl grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me over to her group (proving that backbone beats wishbone every time!)

When we got to the table where the girls were celebrating the birthday I was introduced to everyone, and I was pleasantly surprised because the girl they were talking about was actually super attractive (she was very intoxicated; but sexy nonetheless!) I introduced myself, then quickly ordered a round of shots to celebrate the mutual birthdays with my new friends. As the night progressed I made small talk with the mix of women at the table (while flirting shamelessly with the birthday girl) then eventually I focused my attention solely on my birthday twin.

During the course of our conversation the topic of jobs came up, and I told my new friend that I was a mechanic (this was mostly true) but what came out of her mouth completely shocked me as she claimed that she was a criminal defence lawyer! I thought this was a scam (like stuffed crust pizza or recycling) but she reached into her purse and presented me with a business card; and sure as shit it had her name on it with her title and the law firm she worked for!

Allison wrote her cell number on the back of the card and returned it to me, then she reached back into her purse to dig out her phone and handed it to me; asking me to punch my number into it, and I did! She told me that she’d call me the next day, but when she looked down at her phone she noticed the name I’d entered; then asked “Bossman? I thought your name was Cory?”

I had my speech at the ready so I effortlessly recited it; “It’s my real name… my parents were hippies; you know; VW vans, tie dye shirts, flower power, and all that jazz; I made out better than my sister tho, because they named her Diamond… that screams stripper eh?” Allison laughed then said “You’re fucking with me right?” I shot her a smile and said “Yeah; it’s a nickname I picked up years ago in high school, it just kinda stuck. My friends call me Bossman and I own a shop, so when I officially became a boss it became more common that people would call me Bossman instead of Cory!”

I’ve always had tons of self-confidence, but I truly felt like almanbahis yeni giriş this chick was out of my league. She was gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and she was a lawyer; so I felt I was overshooting (plus playing with fire considering my affiliation with the criminal underworld). I’d only just met her, but already I felt like I’d known her for.. Days. I had some serious concerns about meeting up with Allison simply because of the lifestyle I was leading, but I figured it was all drunken flirting and I’d never hear from her; but I was wrong!

The next day she called me to ask if I’d like to come to her place so we could make dinner while getting to know one another (and our interactions at Woody’s left me craving more) so I pushed my concerns aside, and cautiously accepted!

Now if I still had any doubts about the truthfulness of Allisons claims of being a lawyer they were quickly put to rest when I pulled up to her house; you see she lived in a beautiful estate part of Calgary called Panorama Hills, where she was right on the ridge overlooking the valley. Her house was massive and it had a huge u shaped driveway that looked more like a ritzy hotel than a home. After I parked my Integra in her sprawling driveway I went to the front door to ring the bell and I wasn’t sure if Allison was going to answer the door, or I’d be greeted by a concierge (or some type of butler) because all my knowledge of this type of extravagance came from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

I was relieved to see Allisons familiar face at the door and I was completely blown away by her outfit; she was wearing a really cute little teal sundress that she’d paired with some of the tallest (and sexiest) heels I’d ever seen (that made her calves and her ass really stand out; they’d raise the blood pressure of any man lucky enough to gaze upon her!)

“You found the place! Come inside, I’m just finishing up making some salad; I hope you’re hungry because I’ve been barbecuing up a storm!” Allison exclaimed as she led me thru the foyer and into the kitchen.

“This is quite the place you’ve got! I noticed all the construction in the neighbourhood and it seems fairly new; how long have you been out here?” I asked as I tried to make small talk so I could process everything I’d seen; still in awe of the enormous house.

Allison picked up on my nervousness so she told me about the community then she decided to take me on a quick tour of her house; we made small talk on our journey thru the hallways as she did her best to make me feel comfortable (so we resumed our flirting from the night before). We made our way around the impressive property until eventually we returned to the kitchen.

“How do you like your steak cooked? I’m not trying to put you on the spot or anything, but you WILL be judged quite harshly on this choice!” Allison teased as she pulled the steaks out of the fridge.

“Medium rare; with a preference more towards the rare than medium” I replied (hoping that I’d passed her screening).

“Perfect; You can tell a lot about a person by how they take their steak; I’d like to go on record by saying that only psychopaths cook a nice slab of Alberta beef to anything above medium!” My sexy host explained. We hung out in the kitchen while Allison made us dinner and we had some great conversation, right from the start she had this uncanny ability to make me feel extremely comfortable and she totally captivated me in whatever topic we were discussing (while giving a renewed sense of curiosity).

Allison made me crave knowledge while stimulating me in ways that I never thought were possible; our chats covered a wide range of topics and she made me feel comfortable confiding in her. We discussed everything from cold fusion, to our past sexual exploits; nothing with her was taboo or beyond reproach.

As the night progressed I became completely enthralled with Allison; I couldn’t get enough of her mind, and it didn’t hurt things that she was a natural beauty! Right from the hop she made me feel incredibly comfortable, and encouraged me to speak my mind. Allison was a fair bit older than me, so I attributed the maturity and openness to her life experiences (and her education).

We’d finished dinner and we were just sitting around getting to know one another when we were interrupted by a call from one of Allison’s clients (that was an emergency so she asked me to excuse her while she went to the office she had setup at her house to deal with it).

I figured this would be a good opportunity to get some brownie points (by cleaning up the kitchen) so I started putting the remaining dinner away, and I worked at getting everything tidy. When Allison returned from her call I was all but done cleaning up; the only thing left to do was take the garbage out, so I asked her where it went and she told me to just toss it on the stairs out in the garage. I made my way down a long hallway that had a bunch of art and other decorative things on display until almanbahis giriş I reach the garage where I turned on the light, and I was greeted by a misfit of interesting vehicles (I hadn’t been this intrigued since that time I was laminating my grandpas dirty doodles!)

I walked down the few steps into the three car garage (that Allison had crammed three cars and a boat into) so I could explore this intriguing space; I was drawn to the cars like a mosquito into one of those death zappers! I couldn’t believe what Allison was hiding in her garage, and I suddenly found myself needing to know the story behind the cars…

In the first bay of the garage there was a beautiful black convertible BMW M3 (that looked brand new) next to the BMW was a vintage Triumph Spitfire (I’m guessing it was from the 70’s) the Spitfire looked like it had been fully restored (and could sit in a museum) beside the Triumph was a late 90’s Saturn Ion (that in all honesty felt totally out of place amongst the other legends!) Then the last spot in the garage was held by a beautiful Supra Boat, that also looked like it was brand new (it still had the white wrap along the bow and covering the nose).

After ogling the treasures I’d found in the garage I returned to the house (where I tried to hide my erection) but it wasn’t long before my curiosity got the best of me and I asked Allison about the collection in the garage.

Without missing a beat she explained by saying; “The Saturn is my cousins, I’m keeping it safe for him while he attends university in the states. The Spitfire was my dad’s; he restored it before he passed away. The boat is mine; I have a place in Kelowna on the water but I haven’t had a chance to take it out there yet. The BMW was a gift from my mom and stepdad when I made partner at my firm; but I don’t like it because it’s a 6 speed manual so I find it difficult to drive.” My jaw hit the floor – me being obsessed with cars I couldn’t fathom having a car like the M3 and not enjoying it! We discussed them a bit more, but it wasn’t long before we moved on to other (more significant) things and I’d completely forgotten about the cars.

Allison was a very open person; she was also kinkier than an aged garden hose and she wasn’t afraid to show it! When I was talking about my past with Allison and she’d tell me her history it was less a story of conquest, and more about the experience (or the way it made her feel). Allison had no qualms telling me that she’d had multiple threesomes in the past (FFF-all women, MFF-Two women and a man, and even MMF-Two men and a woman) or even that she’d gone out to a swingers club, but when she’d tell me about her experiences she’d never describe them by saying things like “Oh I was with these two studs and they spit-roasted me!” Allison would explain the emotion and the fears that she was experiencing in the moment; the things that leave a lasting mark on you (and help you learn about yourself).

I found this absolutely fascinating, and I was impressed that she approached life with such an open mind; so each experience was an opportunity to feel something besides carnal lust (or just to give in to primal sexual deviance). Allison asked me about my sexual history and I gave her the highlight reel, but I was trying to compete, or somehow try to measure up to her (to prove I was a worthy contender) but she seen right thru me. I was afraid to be vulnerable (or raw and honest) with Allison because I was judging myself where she never would; I was afraid that my inexperience would lead her to think that I didn’t measure up, so I was unworthy, and she’d be less likely to want to engage with me sexually (but that never crossed her mind). Sensing my insecurities she decided to lay it out for me…

“There was a reason I asked my friends to bring you to our table back at Woody’s, I know you’re a young pup, but you have this vibe… You don’t talk like you’re 25, you speak like you have a world of experience. I’ll admit, at first it was a purely carnal thing, but once you came to sit with us you made the effort to ask me questions about me, and my life, so I knew you were a kind soul. You definitely have a player vibe to you; and I’ll tell you right now that if you’re just looking for a good time, and not something long term; I’m not interested! I’m not young anymore; I’m at the age where my mother asks me every Sunday at our family dinners when I’m going to put down the books and start a family; each time reminding me that my looks are fading, and if I’m married to my work I’ll never find a man, or have a family. I love my job, I’m proud of how hard I’ve worked to break free of the assumptions that because my family has money that all the things I have were basically handed to me, that’s why I’m not a huge fan of that car you adore; because I didn’t earn it, it was given to me. As you can tell by the phone call that I had to take interrupting us earlier; I’m pretty much on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, but almanbahis güvenilirmi I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world! If you want to be part of my life you need to understand that in a competition between you and my work (for my attention) you will always come in second. The reason I haven’t started a family or really settled down into anything serious is because I feel that same way about children right now… I’m not even sure if I want kids, but if I do I’ll be working and I’ll leave the messy stuff to my partner, and I’m not sure that’s fair to any man, or child” Allison explained.

Holy shit things got serious fast… was she actually just talking about marriage and kids before we even kissed? I felt like Allison just dropped an iron clad pre-nuptial agreement in front of me then asked me to review and sign it! I had no idea how to respond to what had just been disclosed; nothing she said was unreasonable (and holy fuck was it honest) but I was twelve years behind her in my journey. I was no slouch, but I also wasn’t living in a McMansion like Allison was (nor was I pulling in the kind of money I assumed she was).

The gears in my head were spinning in overdrive and there must have been smoke coming out of my ears because Allison came over and sat close to me on the couch, then put her hand on my knee and said “I’ve scared you? I’m sorry, I’m just giving you full disclosure as I don’t want to waste your time; and I don’t have any time to waste on a fling with unrealistic expectations”

Allison got close so she could kiss me on the cheek, then said “Let’s go out on the deck and put some logs on the fire; we can have a glass of wine and talk some more!” I don’t think I heard a word Allison said after the truth bomb because I was trying to process the mass of information she hand just dropped in my lap, I wasn’t ignoring her, but I was staring blankly ahead as I quickly tried to sort out what I wanted out of life (and if that aligned with what had just been said). I knew I definitely wanted kids (but not for a while) and I had no desire to give up my bachelor lifestyle, I was simply feeling overwhelmed.

The silence was starting to get awkward when suddenly I blurted out “I’m autistic… I don’t understand people… I mean, I have problems saying how I feel; and that quickly leads to frustration, so things just get further jumbled… I’m not like Rain Main; but I have weird compulsions and addictions… I’m not crazy… I just feel like a child trapped in a man’s body when I’m bombarded with emotions that I don’t understand… I over think absolutely everything in my life; so my mind is going crazy trying to figure this out! I’m sorry; I’m not trying to make excuses, or to scare you off, I’m just trying to process everything that’s been said!”

Allison immediately sat back down on the couch beside me, “Ok; I can respect that… did I say anything that is upsetting you?” She asked as she pulled my chin to make me face her (and break me of the laser focus I had on the granite table in front of me).

“No… I mean, I want a family… just not RIGHT NOW, and I know that you said you don’t know if you want kids, and your family is the one putting pressure on you; but what if I’m not ready for another ten years? I’m not trying to offend you but what age is too old for kids? I’m at a stage in my life where the only life that depends on me is my dog, and I’m not ready to walk away from the cars or the racing to trade that in so I can be a responsible, productive, member of society… I like that my friends call me and with a moment’s notice I can be going out to a bar, or a house party, and I don’t have to be accountable to anyone” I explained.

Allison sat beside me and stared into my worried eyes as she thought about my response, then she assured me we didn’t need to run to the chapel to get married that night; she was just letting me know that if I was expecting a dinner then a quick romp between the sheets it wasn’t going to happen (so she didn’t want to lead me on). I was extremely thankful that Allison was being honest, so I gave her a little insight by explaining my situation further…

“My ex FUCKED with my head, and because of that I hid a lot of stuff from her; forcing me to lead a double life… Cory was a hard working respectable guy, that was trying his best to get a new business off the ground while providing for a woman who came up with every excuse possible NOT to work. Then there was Bossman; that guy is fuelled by drugs and alcohol! If it’s not illegal; it’s not really interesting to him! I have long term friends who’ve NEVER in their lives held down a legitimate job. I’ve been shot at because I’m tied up with some shady people, and I struggle with a drug addiction (that favours coke) so if I’m offered drugs of any kind at a party I almost never refuse. Our lives couldn’t be more opposite to one another; and as much as I’d like to say I can change I don’t want to lie to you, because ultimately I’m not ready to give it all up. Is it even possible for us to find a middle ground? I don’t want to waste your time, but you’re a criminal lawyer and the bulk of my life (so far) has been spent skirting the law!” I disclosed; trying to give Allison the same brutal honestly that she’d given me.