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*Does she know?* I thought to myself.
“Jack, I’ve got to tell you something,” she said, and my heart skipped a beat. “I sa... – I mean, I won’t be on the train the rest of the week. I’ve got to go to St. Louis tomorrow afternoon, and I won’t be back until Sunday.”
“Oh,” I said, disappointed. “Um, okay. Have a good trip?”
“I will, thanks. See you in a week,” she said. She paused, biting her lip, as if she had more to say, but then flung the car door open and hurried up the sidewalk.
And out of my life for a week, maybe longer. Had she seen me? Did I scare her away? Did she think I was a stalker??
Needless to say, I was not pleasant to be around for the rest of the week, berating my students unnecessarily when they made mistakes in class.
But nothing prepared me for what happened Friday. I was walking from the train station to my first class, and stopped to pick up a copy of Technique, Georgia Tech’s student newspaper. Sometimes good for nothing but the crossword puzzle, I usually picked one up once a week or so anyway.
And there, right on the front page, was Laurie!!! A head shot of her, underneath the headline, “Tech grad student competing in Olympic diving trials.”
I stopped in my tracks, causing a biker to nearly plow headlong into me. I read further, my eyes only focusing on certain phrases:
“Architecture student Laurie Adams will compete in this weekend’s US dive team finals in St. Louis, hoping for a berth on the 2004 Olympic team...”
“Adams has been diving since she was seven, and won the 1997 Junior Southeast Regionals...”
“...she competes in the 10-meter platform category, considered the most challenging of the disciplines...”
“...although she’s considered a long shot to make the Olympic team and travel to Athens, Adams says she enjoys the competition...”
“...Adams has qualified for Saturday’s finals, which will be televised nationally on NBC at 8:00 PM...”
I just stood there, stock still, jaw hanging open, on a sidewalk in the middle of Tech’s campus, reading the article over and over and over again.
I was a nervous wreck all day Saturday, waiting for 8:00 to roll around. I’d briefly thought about trying to get in touch with her, wish her good luck. I’d thought about driving to her apartment, asking Janey for a way to get in touch with her.
Or maybe, I thought, I could call a bunch of hotels in St. Louis, ask for her by name.
In the end, I decided not to call. I figured Laurie hadn’t told me about this for a reason. She didn’t need me making her more nervous.
Finally, 8:00 arrived and the trials started. I started my TiVo and sat on the edge of my sofa, waiting anxiously for my first glimpse of Laurie.
Suddenly, right after the first commercial break, there she was, climbing the ladder to the platform.
“Next up, Laurie Adams, from Georgia Tech,” the announcer droned. “Adams finished seventh in the preliminary rounds on Wednesday and Thursday. A 23-year old graduate student in architecture, Laurie was the 1997 southeast junior champion.”
I barely heard the last part of that, because Laurie was on the platform now. She wore a simple black bathing suit with the Georgia Tech yellow jacket on the front, just beneath the neckline. Her hair was tucked under a black swim cap, and she strode confidently towards the edge of the platform, some 30 feet above the surface of the pool.
Her first dive was a reverse, and she moved to the edge of the platform and then turned around, facing away from the pool. She inched her feet over the edge of the platform and stood on her pointed toes.
Her calves and thighs and ass were tight as she stood there, a powerful goddess. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful, and my cock swelled to full erection in seconds. I couldn’t breathe.
Suddenly, her legs flexed, and she launched herself off the platform. She twisted and turned and somersaulted before entering the pool with a very small splash, and the crowd cheered appreciatively.
I watched, mesmerized, as the TV coverage switched to the underwater camera. Laurie kicked and swam towards the edge of the pool, her body lean and powerful and graceful.
She effortlessly pulled herself out of the pool, and I saw that she was grinning as she walked over to an older man, obviously her coach. They hugged as Laurie’s scores were displayed, all 8.5’s and 9’s.
The camera turned away from her, to the next diver, and I wanted to scream at the TV, “Who cares about her! Where’s Laurie?”
Between dives, I caught glimpses of Laurie in the backstage area or in the Jacuzzi tub the divers used to keep their muscles warm and loose. She was radiant, and my heart skipped every time they showed her.
Laurie dove four more times, and none of them were quite as perfect or erotic as the first one. On her last, needing a perfect dive to make the Olympic team, she didn’t get it.
She over-rotated (at least, that’s what the announcers said she did) and was quite far from vertical as she entered the water, creating a large splash. Her scores were only 4.5’s and 5.0’s, and she finished sixth overall. Still, she was smiling the last time the camera showed her.
The telecast ended. In daze over what I’d just seen, I rewound the TiVo recording and paused it at the display of Laurie’s first dive. She was incredible, her long strong body stretched out on my TV screen. In slow motion, I started the playback, and watched as she effortlessly launched from the platform and twisted her way to the pool below.
Over and over again I watched that dive, her body spinning through the air and slicing into the water. My cock was throbbing inside my jeans, aching for release. Finally, I stripped my clothes off and left the TiVo paused as Laurie stood backwards on the platform, stretched out like a golden statue, her skin wet and glistening.
I stroked myself relentlessly, feeling my orgasm pending with almost the first stroke. Faster and faster I jacked off, until the pressure built to the point of no return, and I exploded, calling Laurie’s name as I came all over my stomach and chest, staring at her picture on the TV.
I woke up Sunday morning feeling better than I had in a long time. My head was clearer, and I wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe I felt better now that I knew Laurie had some secrets too? Maybe I was just glad we’d have something else to discuss on Monday, other than the fact I was stalking her?
I puttered around the apartment, cleaning things that hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. I prepared some real lessons for my classes this week. No more “reading days.”
“So, this champion diver walks into a bar...” I said. I’d caught up with Laurie on the edge of Tech’s campus, as we both headed towards the MARTA station on Monday afternoon.
She jumped, startled, and stopped in her tracks. I moved up alongside her, and she smiled at me.
“You saw, huh?” she asked. “I wondered if you would.”
“You were in the ‘Nique on Friday,” I said, gesturing to a newspaper box as we walked towards the station. “I couldn’t believe it; there you were, right on the front page.”
“Yeah, Janey told me,” she said. “Some champion diver, not exactly how I wanted to finish my career.”
“Well, I thought you were amazing,” I said. “Granted, I know nothing at all about diving. But you blew me away.”
“Thanks, Jack. You’re a sweetie,” she said, resting one hand on my forearm as we rode the escalator down into the station.
We were quiet for the next few minutes, as we passed through the turnstiles and boarded the train. Finally, once we were in motion, I turned to her.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Laurie?”
She frowned. “Oh. Jack, I don’t know. It’s complicated. It’s just – well, I’ll explain it to you. But not here, not like this,” she said, gesturing at the train. “Can we get a cup of coffee or something when we get off the train?”
“Sure,” I said, puzzled. We rode the rest of the way quietly, each lost in our own thoughts.
When we got to my station, I led her to my car, and we drove in silence to one of the Starbucks that are on every corner in metro Atlanta. After we’d each ordered a caffeine-infused beverage, we sat down on a couple of overstuffed chairs in the corner.
Laurie set her mocha down on the side table. “Okay, Jack. Okay. Jack. Here’s the thing,” she said, wringing her hands nervously. “I – well, I saw you last Saturday.”
“What do you mean, you saw me?” I asked in a strangled voice.
“I saw you, outside my apartment, walking towards the door and then turning around and leaving. I happened to be looking out the blinds,” she said, blushing.
“Laurie, it was just – I mean, I was in the area, and stopped by, and was going to knock, but – I’m not stalking you or anything,” I said, talking too fast.
She rested her hand on mine. “Jack, I’m not pissed. If anything, I’m flattered.”
I exhaled, not even realizing that I’d been holding my breath.
“But that’s why I didn’t tell you about the Trials,” she said.
I blinked, confused.
“I didn’t want to scare you away,” she said softly, her blush deepening. “Some men are intimidated by strong women, by athletes. My last relationship ended because of my diving,” she said.
“And...” she said, trailing off.
“And what?” I prompted.
She looked me straight in the face, her brown eyes so honest and full of emotion. “And, it seemed as though you had your own...issues...with asking me out?” she said, her inflection rising to a question at the end of the sentence. “I didn’t want to add to the problem,” she said, casting her face down and staring into her coffee.
I leaned back in my chair, stunned. She hadn’t told me about the diving because she didn’t want to hinder me asking her out? Truth was, it might have. She intimidated me anyway, all women did after what happened with Marla.
My mind was racing, and then I realized that I owed Laurie. She’d been so honest, so open with me. I had to return the favor if I wanted to continue a relationship with her – and I certainly did!!
“Laurie,” I said tentatively, leaning forward towards her. “I like you. I really do. And I want to ask you out. But I have to tell you something first.”
And so, sitting there in a fucking Starbucks, I poured my heart out to this young girl I’d known for just over a month. I told her everything about Marla and I. I told her how we’d met as teenagers, the typical high school sweethearts. I told her about our pregnancy scare in 12th grade.
I told her about our college years, how we broke up and got back together on several occasions, how I’d suspected she might be cheating on me even then. I told her how I finally asked Marla to marry me, and how she changed after we were married, how our sex life dwindled away to nothing.
Finally, hesitatingly, with tears streaming down my cheeks, I told Laurie about that fateful Thursday afternoon when I found Marla and Tim together. She was crying with me by the time I finished.
“Oh, Jack,” she said, moving over to the arm of my chair and wrapping me in a hug. “I had no idea,” she said, her hands rubbing my back. “I knew – I mean, I figured there was pain in your past, and guessed it had something to do with a woman, but I didn’t know...”
“You couldn’t have known, Laurie. I didn’t tell you,” I said, wiping my eyes as she sat back down across from me. “I didn’t tell anyone. I’ve never told the whole story out loud to anyone before.”
We glanced around the room, noticing a few Starbucks customers looking at us strangely. I looked at my watch: 6:58. We’d been here for over 90 minutes.
“Laurie, would you like to go out with me?”
We went out to dinner that night at a casual Mexican place in Alpharetta. Our first date. We drank margaritas, flirted with each other. Laurie wore a cute little black skirt that showed off her sexy legs, and a low-cut blouse that had me distracted all night long.
I walked her to her door that evening, and we shared our first kiss, deep and soulful. I felt her tongue trace the edges of my lips and my body reacted accordingly. I think Laurie felt it, pressing her hips firmly against mine.
We dated several times over the next few weeks. Dinners, movies, a Braves game, roller skating; we met a few times for lunch near campus. Once we even went back to the McDonald’s where we met.
“I was staring at your ass the whole time I stood behind you in line,” I told Laurie over hot, salty french fries.
“And then, I turned around and fell into your arms, didn’t I?” she said, smiling.
Our physical activities never moved past some deep kissing at Laurie’s front door, however. I was pretty sure she wanted to invite me in, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.
To me, sex was still about betrayal. I couldn’t get past the image of Marla bent over our kitchen table, her pussy open and drooling from the cock that had just been inside.
But, there was no denying that Laurie turned me on; I masturbated like a fiend as soon as I got home following our dates.
One Saturday night, about three weeks after our conversation in Starbucks, Laurie wanted to go out dancing. After a quick meal at a local Thai place, we went down to Little Five Points to one of the sweaty, overcrowded dance clubs frequented by people Laurie’s age.
Laurie looked amazing, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching her lithe body move and swivel around the dance floor. She was wearing a classic “little black dress” with a short flared skirt that swung out away from her hips every time she spun and swiveled. She pulled her luscious body against mine for the slow songs, gyrating her pelvis against my own.
My cock was hard and throbbing in my khakis, and this time I know Laurie felt it. She angled her hips and rubbed herself against me, the slick fabric of her dress sliding across the front of my pants. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, sliding her pelvis against my hardness, over and over again.
Finally, after relentlessly teasing me like this for over an hour, she placed her lips close to my ear. “Let’s go home,” she whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.
I wanted to take her home. I wanted to take her to my place and make hot wet love to her all night long. My entire body, specifically one area, was screaming for that.
And yet, I didn’t. I took her back to her place. I just couldn’t. I just wasn’t ready. I could see the disappointment in Laurie’s eyes when I declined her offer to come inside.
I drove home, despondent. Sex was ruined for me, thanks to goddamn Marla.
Or so I thought.
After taking Laurie home, I drove back to my place, depressed and horny. I pulled off my clothes as soon as I got home, intending to shower and masturbate.
I pumped my cock idly with one hand as I started the shower with the other. This was going to be the extent of my sex life, I thought ruefully.
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When the doorbell rang, I guiltily pulled my hand away from my dick, out of instinct. I shut the shower off and grabbed my towel off the rack. My heart was pounding as I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed downstairs.
There was only one person who I thought would be ringing my doorbell at 1:39 AM, and when I looked through the peephole, Laurie was there. She was still wearing her dress from the club, and she had a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. She also had a very determined look on her pretty face.
Forgetting for a second what I was wearing (and what I wasn’t wearing), I unlocked the door and swung it open. “Hi,” I said.
“Well, hello,” Laurie said seductively, her eyes traveling up my body as she stepped inside. My cock, which had deflated somewhat, swelled again, and Laurie didn’t miss the motion under my towel. She waggled her eyes in the direction of my crotch.
I closed and locked the door behind her. “I’m glad to see you – but why? And how did you know where I live, anyway?”
“You’re in the phonebook, silly Professor Jack,” she said. “And as for ‘why,’ I think you know the answer to that.”
I sat down on one of the bottom steps of my staircase. “Laurie – I really like you. I’m very attracted to you – but I guess you know that,” I said, blushing. “But I still – I haven’t slept with anyone since Marla, and I haven’t slept with anyone else but Marla for almost five years.”
“Jack, I don’t care,” Laurie said, crouching down on the foyer floor, facing me. “I want you, you want me, let it be that simple.”
My eyes flickered downward to the space between her thighs, and I caught a glimpse of her black panties. My cock stiffened further, and again Laurie looked at my crotch.
“In fact,” she said, “Let me show you just what I mean.” She moved to her knees on the bottom step and leaned her torso close to mine. She kissed me deeply, her tongue snaking into my mouth and playing with mine.
I nearly jumped off the staircase when I felt her soft hand on the inside of my right knee, sliding up my leg. “Shhh, baby,” Laurie whispered into my mouth. “Let me do this. Let me make everything better for you.”
I groaned as her hand slid higher up my thigh, my cock throbbing uncontrollably. Suddenly, her smooth fingertips were tracing across my balls and sliding up my shaft. She broke our kiss and pulled back from me a bit, her right hand still stroking the skin of my cock.
With her left hand, she deftly undid the towel from my waist and pushed it off me. My cock jutted out obscenely, and I moaned from the combination of Laurie’s hand and the cool air now drifting across my dick.
Laurie lowered her head towards my lap, her destination obvious, and my heart pounded even faster. Oral sex had not been a favorite of Marla’s; I could probably count on one hand the times she’d gone down on me. I’d had other, occasional blowjobs, but never a regular lover who enjoyed oral.
I gasped when Laurie’s lips first made contact with the tip of my cock. “Oh god, Laurie, oh god oh god.”
She opened her lips and let the head of my dick pass into her mouth, still stroking the base of my shaft with her hand. Her lips and tongue danced around my glans, her brown curls bobbing over my lap in the dim light. I entwined one hand in her hair and leaned back on the stairs, the edge of a step digging into my lower back.
I felt my ass cheeks clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, as Laurie continued to fellate me. Her lips and tongue swirled over my cock, and she took me a little deeper into her mouth with each stroke. I could feel every ridge, every square inch of her lips and her tongue as she sucked me.
She made love to my cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue over my head and shaft, sucking up and down on the sensitive skin at the top of my cock.
My balls were burning with the need to come, my cock swelling and throbbing in Laurie’s mouth. She knew my need was strong, my orgasm imminent. Still pumping my shaft with one hand, she drew her mouth back off my cock, holding only the tip between her lips, and used her other hand to gently squeeze my balls, her tongue dancing around the underside of my glans.
“Oh Laurie oh I’m gonna oh Laurie oh oh oh,” I said, my hips coming up off the carpeted stairs. With a loud groan that probably woke the neighbors, my orgasm blasted out through my cock. Strong spurts of semen shot from my balls up my shaft, and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the stairs as I felt Laurie’s lips and tongue swallowing my load.
I don’t know how many minutes passed before I finally opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. My cock was still semi-hard, twitching in Laurie’s hand, the tip still resting on her lower lip. I brought my head up and looked at her.
“That was amazing, Laurie,” I said.
“For me too,” she said, looking at me, her eyes glistening. “How are you?” she asked.
I paused for a second, wanting to honestly answer the question. “I think I can answer that in two words,” I told her.
“Marla who?”
Later that night, I was holding my cock in my hand, staring at Laurie’s beautiful ass. She was bent over my four-poster bed, hands gripping the bedpost. I’d already come once in her mouth and once in her pussy tonight, and she’d had several orgasms.
I gazed at her lovely furred slit, pink and swollen and drooling and ready for me. But was I ready for this? When, in the midst of passion, Laurie blurted out “oh god fuck me from behind Jack,” I froze for a second.
But I didn’t say anything, just kept quiet as we rearranged ourselves, and I stepped closer to Laurie’s beautiful backside, the fronts of my thighs touching the backs of hers.
Gazing down at her lovely form, I was filled with feelings of love and lust, nothing like the thoughts of hatred and betrayal I’d felt the last time I saw a woman from this angle.
*And that’s the difference,* I realized with a start, as I guided my cock between Laurie’s pink, slick pussy lips. We groaned in unison as I found the angle and my cock slid into her warm wet pussy.
I pumped her faster and faster, all thoughts of my traitorous ex-wife driven from my head as my cock pistoned in and out of Laurie’s tight cunt. I felt her pussy walls clutching at my cock with each withdrawal, and then parting around me as I thrust back in, deep inside her.
Laurie had one hand on her own pussy, rapidly frigging her clit, and I increased my pace. My balls slapped against her strong thighs with each stroke, and amazingly, I felt another climax building.
From the sounds of things, Laurie wasn’t far behind, as she was moaning my name with each thrust. “Oh Jack so good oh so good fuck me with your big cock oh it feels so goooooooood,” she shrieked.
Suddenly, her hips trembled and I felt her pussy contracting and rippling around my cock. “Jack god yes Jack Jack Jack I’m commmmmiiiiiiiiiingggg!” she yelled as her pussy clenched around my cock and then released a flood of moisture, drenching my shaft. I groaned and pumped her harder, thrusting my cock through her tighter pussy, faster and faster, until I exploded inside her, coming so hard it was pain and pleasure, release and relief and therapy, all at once.
A month later, Laurie moved in with me. The timing was perfect, as Janey and her boyfriend had been wanting to move in together as well.
We watched the Olympics on TV, of course, particularly the diving competitions. We watched as a good friend of Laurie’s took home a silver medal, and I asked her if she was disappointed not to be in Athens.
“No,” she said, her fingers intertwined with mine. “Because I ended up with something much more important than a medal.”
It’s now been almost a year since that first night we made love. Six months ago, I put an antique diamond ring on Laurie’s finger. She’ll be done with her master’s in December, and we’ll be married shortly thereafter. She wants kids, I want kids, and I doubt we’ll wait very long to get started.
Just yesterday, Laurie said something to me that really made me think:
“What if you’d gone to Burger King for lunch instead?”

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