It Wasn't A Las Vegas Thing, But Could Have Been And A Better Story

Love knocked on my door early, high school. I fell hard and after we went our separate ways I wasn't able to make it happen again. I turned 38 and went to a party of an old school friend. I ran into a woman, my age, she said we had been in school together, She said her name, sorry. She said that since we were in school she had a childhood crush on me. We talked and sat alone at the party. She is living up north and I live in the south. She works for the city and I work for a private company. She said that she wanted to get married, but never found someone.

I say her, we texted, we talked at night, we called and left messages. We were behaving like teenagers. Both of us crazy. We made an intent to meet, and things got heated and too fast and crazy. We didn't stop all night, slept till noon. Now it was awkward. What do you say after you do those things to a woman? I mean, do those things to her. Oral, sexual, anal. Nothing left unexplored for the next time. What do you talk about?

It was several weeks later that we found words again, and this time we said let's take it easy. I flew up to see her, took a room at a hotel, agreed to go to a concert. We were friends. We woke up in her bed, again a night of unbridled passion. She offered herself up, here fuck me! She made breakfast and told me I was a fool paying for an empty hotel room. After breakfast and we had brushed our teeth and showered. She said she had to do it, she got on her knees in the bedroom to give me a blowjob until she achieved a happy ending. There. I sucked your cock. Now marry me.

We are 38 and just recently married. No warning, no courtship. No large ceremony. Just the legal stuff, with court appointed witnesses. We will have a party or something, and we will take a small trip as a honeymoon when we can afford it. But for now, we are married. And I'm in the south and she is up north and we have to first figure, who is giving up their job and who is moving.