Gloria: Second Time Around

[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. It is a fantasy and as such, the story may or may not conform entirely with reality. With historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

NOTE: Due to the request of the "hopeless romantics" in my fan base, I have posted this alternative ending and story to the original, Gloria: First Time.

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FRIDAY NIGHT

"Love is better, the second time around," or so the song says. I wonder.

Jack and I broke up shortly after the start of the first semester of college in the fall after our graduation from high school. I went to a school on the West Coast and made a career there while remaining single into my forties. He went to a school on the East Coast, got a job, married, and raised a family.

Jack's parting words were, "Gloria, you've been very special to me and you'll always hold a special place in my heart. I'm sorry we have to part like this, but so be it."

I married late to a man with a well paid but high stress job. That gave us twenty years before he died of a heart attack. We had no children. At sixty-five, I found myself financially quite well off, but widowed and alone. For three years, I enjoyed retirement and mourned my dead husband. Then came my fiftieth class reunion.

My home town and high school was in the heartland--central Indiana. I flew back, arriving at the nearby regional airport just after noon that Friday. I rented a car and drove the ten miles to Centerville to check into the motel room I 'd reserved. I quickly checked in and then rode the elevator to my third floor room.

I turned the hall corner and found my room. Another gentleman was unlocking his room door, but I was concentrating on my own door, so paid him little attention. That was a mistake.

"Gloria?"

The voice was somewhat different, but immediately recognizable.

"Jack?"

"My God, it IS you, Gloria. What's it been, forty years at the tenth reunion that I last saw you?"

"Yes, and you didn't even speak to me at that reunion."

"Yeah, I know. Still too emotionally caught up with our past relationship, I guess."

"Your wife with you, Jack?"

"No, she died five years ago. Cancer."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jack, I didn't know."

"Thank you. I'm pretty much back together again now. I wasn't for a while."

"My husband died three years ago of a heart attack. Job stress related, I guess."

"I'm sorry too, Gloria."

"So, Jack, going to the casual pizza party tonight at Giovanni's?"

"Yeah, thought I'd take that in."

"I could use an escort. Care for the job, Jack?"

"If you twist my arm, I might."

"Consider it twisted, very tight!"

A smile lit both our faces--and our eyes.

"We've got three hours. I need a nap, so call for me at five, Jack."

"Consider it done, Gloria."

With another smile, I stepped into my room and closed the door. The first thing I noticed was Jack and I were, by coincidence, given connecting rooms. I'd bet he won't miss that fact for long either. Interesting. I didn't even check the connecting door lock. I just stripped and stretched out on the bed. I was quickly asleep.

I awoke, mostly refreshed at four. Getting up, I ambled over to the vanity area across from the door to the bath and stool. My naked body stared back at me from the mirror. For an old dame of sixty-eight, not too damned bad. My boobs, never really big in the first place, didn't have too much sag as a result. More wrinkles than fifty years ago, broader of beam as well. The face staring at me had weathered some and was more angular than the high school senior one I remembered. All in all, not too damned bad.

Other than totally bald and a fair bit heavier, I wondered how else Jack had weather the four decades since I'd last seen him. Maybe I'd find out before the weekend was over.

God, my heart was hammering like a teenager's again.

The hour flew by as I showered and got ready for the evening. I'd just put the finishing touches to myself when the knock came on the hall way door precisely at five o'clock. My heart was racing again.

God, woman, you're sixty-eight years old. Calm down.

Jack was beaming at me when I opened the door.

"Your limo, Miss, awaits."

I took Jack's offered arm and he escorted me to the motel parking lot and stopped at the passenger door of a 1955 Pontiac Star Chief, Catalina coupe. That's a two door hardtop of that era. Top of the line for Pontiac and their first V-8 that was more than the equal of the 1955 Chevy V-8 that was also new that year.

The car was absolutely gorgeous. It was bright yellow on the front end and below the belt line to the rear bumper. The top and above the belt line back to the rear bumper was white. The two tone interior matched with a black steering wheel. The car also had the dual range hydromatic of that age, with the shifter on the column. That was quite different from the floor shifter of the '57 Chevy Jack had when we dated in high school. But more fun back then, him fumbling with that shifter between my legs.

"God, Jack, it's beautiful."

"Thanks. I got it this summer. Frame off restoration from the ground up. I bought it after the resto. It cost me a bundle, but I really wanted one. I'd been looking a long time."

I got in after Jack opened the door for me..

"No full skirt and crinolines to tuck in this time, Gloria."

"Thank God, Jack, thank God. Today's slacks and tops are so much easier on a girl."

The drive to Giovanni's would be about fifteen or twenty minutes. I slid over to snuggle up against Jack and his arm automatically went around my shoulder. The hand stayed on my shoulder, but I reached up and brought it down onto my right boob. He left the hand rest there without movement.

"Remember when we used to go to Giovanni's when we were dating, Jack? We spent many an after movie date there."

"Yes, Gloria, I remember quite well."

"Do you remember the senior prom, Jack and our motel room later?"

"Silly question, Gloria. I very damned well remember the night I lost my virginity."

"Mine too, Jack. We've got a motel room again, in case you hadn't noticed."

"I couldn't miss the connecting door, Gloria."

"Well Jack, my side won't be locked tonight."

It was at that point that we pulled into Giovanni's and Jack had to look for a parking slot. The lot was nearly full, so it took a bit to get parked. Jack didn't comment on my last statement.

We entered the Pizzeria and stepped into a sea of noise. Giovanni's was still a popular place and the new, much larger restaurant was full to the seams--hence the noise. We drifted through to the private banquet room where our class was meeting. Jack had taken hold of my hand back at the entrance. I guess I maybe got my response to my statement about the unlocked door tonight.

Jack had to let go of my hand to navigate through the very noisy sea of our classmates and shake hands as the two of us together talked to everyone present. Better than half our eighty-five classmates showed up, most with a significant other, to use the politically correct term (which I hate). A lot of memories were revived as we visited with everyone.

We at last sat down together and got a pizza ordered along with a whiskey sour for Jack and a vodka and 7-up for me. Fifty years ago, it had to be soft drinks. Jack and I got further acquainted with our respective histories of the past fifty years while we ate.

I'm left handed while Jack is right handed, so, like I did when we dated, I sat on Jack's left so our elbows wouldn't clash at the table and elsewhere. When we sat down, my right hand dropped to Jack's thigh and remained there most of the time while we ate. Several times, my hand brushed the area of his pants fly, but no bulge was detectable. Hmmm.

We were almost finished with the pizza when a buddy, "Speedy" one of the guys I ran around with in school stopped beside me. We hadn't seen him yet that evening.

"Well, Jack, I see the two of you got back together tonight. Is that reconnection going to last all through the night?"

"None of your business, Speedy, but we're of age now and both single."

"Oh Ho, the plot thickens."

"Maybe and maybe not, old man. How're things with you, Speedy?"

Jack and Speedy talked for some time. I joined in with a comment from time to time, but mostly, I just left them to rehash old memories while I talked to Allison on my left. Although not really "girlfriends back then, we did know each other well. She also kidded me about reconnecting with Jack.

After three hours, the party wound down rapidly. Jack and I were among the last to leave. Once back in the Pontiac, I again snuggled up against him..

"Jack, take me up on Highline Drive again, like we did in high school."

He didn't say anything, but Jack turned the Pontiac in the right direction. When we got there, Jack shut down the engine in our old pull off area and we just sat there for a while, staring at the lights of the city across the river. My hand eventually dropped to his pants front, between his legs. No bulge, no, anything.

"What you're looking for, Gloria, isn't there. An erection, that is. Diabetes, high blood pressure, and prostate surgery took care of that. Sorta took a lot of the fun out of life."

"Oh, I'm sorry Jack, again, I didn't know."

"It's ok, Gloria, there's still a lot of fire in the furnace. I just have to find other ways to stoke those fires in me or a partner. And there are many other ways ."

We sat there for quite a long time. I just left my hand inert on his thigh. We would talk for a while, then sit quiet again. No, we didn't make out like a pair of teenagers. We didn't make out at all. We didn't even kiss. The clock read well past midnight when we decided to call it a night and go back to the motel. After all, we didn't want to get chased off again, ha ha. Besides, the class had lots going on for the morrow.

Jack did lightly kiss me on the lips at my motel door. He said "Good night," walked over to his door, and disappeared inside his room. Well, that's not exactly what I expected to happen, that's for sure.

Deep in thought about myself and Jack, I slowly stripped for bed. Yes, sixty-eight years old and I still slept naked. But, back to Jack. What is he thinking? Is he interested in me again, or just being friendly and curious about the last fifty years? Will he come through that connecting door tonight? What really were my own feelings? Was I interested in him again? I stretched out on the bed on my back in some anxiety with such thoughts milling around in my head.

SATURDAY

I woke up after several fitful hours of sleep to the bright light of dawn. My travel alarm read five-thirty. Jack hadn't come through the connecting door. Why? Did I come on to him too strong last night? Wasn't he really interested? Maybe his E.D. is why he didn't come to me. But, up on Highline Drive, he specifically said there were lots of other ways to "Stoke the fires". Did he still want to "Stoke those fires" with me?

God, I just realized I really had wanted him to come to my bed.

My morning toiletry quickly completed, I just as quickly dressed in a casual summer outfit and went down to the lobby for coffee and more thinking. I picked up a bagel and filled a coffee cup. I'd turned just halfway around to go to a table when I was interrupted.

"Good morning, Gloria. Sleep well?"

"No."

"Oh? Too much on your mind?"

"Yes, you."

"Me?"

I thought Jack said that rather tongue in cheek.

"You purposely stayed away last night, didn't you? Why?"

"Trying to decide."

"Trying to decide what?

"How I really feel about you at this stage of the game. After all, I've not seen you to talk with you at least, in fifty years. And you want me to jump right back in the sack with you."

"I thought we had MUTUAL feelings last night, that we had sort of reconnected."

"Like I said, I'm still trying to decide. Don't rush it, Gloria."

"Ok, Jack. I remember how you never were a fast mover when we first dated either. Will you take me out for breakfast?"

"Jumpin' right in there, aren't you, Gloria. But yes, I'll take you to breakfast."

Jack took me to a really good breakfast buffet at a nearby restaurant. We both ate more than was good for us. We chatted more about our respective histories of the past fifty years and other topics.

'Gloria, would you accompany me on the school tours this morning?"

"Oh, so you ARE still interested in me?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"I'll think about it?"

"Well, let me know when you decide, Gloria."

Jack said that with a very mischievous smile and a slightly raised eyebrow.

"I've decided."

"And what, pray tell, have you decided."

"Yes. Now answer my question"

"What question was that?"

"So you ARE still interested in me."

"That wasn't a question.'

"Well, answer it anyway."

"Do I have to?"

"Oh God, Jack, just say yes or no."

"Yes."

"Thank God for small favors, Jack."

"Ok, Gloria, the grade school part of the tour is at nine. Since that's several hours away yet, I think I want to go back to the motel and read."

"Read?"

"Yes. I'm well into a historical novel on WW II and I'd like to get back to it."

So, we went back to the motel. Once back in our rooms, I waited fifteen minutes before I opened my half of the connecting doors. I tried the other door and it opened. Ha, and he professes no interest?

I stuck my head into his room and asked, "Jack, what time does the tour s..."

That's all the further I got with my question. Jack came out of the bathroom, bare naked with his cock bobbing. Without clothes, he couldn't very well hide the fact he was quite a bit overweight. And it sure wasn't much of a cock that was bobbing between his legs, not unusual at his age and with his health conditions. It was barely there. But I stared anyway.

"Hi, Gloria, come on in and enjoy the view."

And I thought I was going to be the seductress. I was dressed only in bra and thong.

"Still interested in this sixty-eight year old, overweight, bald, body with a nearly nonexistent cock?"

I had to admit, Jack was far from a twenty year old stud. But I loved him even more for his honesty. He certainly wasn't bashful about it and that was a very new Jack from the one I remembered. I just stood transfixed.

"Well? Are you just going to stare all day, cut and run, or come on in?"

I stepped into his room, unhooking my bra as I did.

Jack stepped to meet me and we hugged in a tight clinch. My bra hung half on and half off between us, but a lot of bare boobs ground against his bare chest. His bare, big belly ground into my tight little belly. I even felt his cock tickle my pubic bone when he hunched into me.

And I loved it all.

My hands dropped to his bare ass cheeks and pulled his lower body harder and tighter into mine. We hadn't fucked since that summer fifty years ago. I sure hoped he could get enough up to do it again now. Jack's hands were all over my naked back and ass with only the thong strings in the way. With a short, hard snap, he took care of that by ripping the thong away. Our lips were locked.

Anticipating a problem after our discussions of the night before, I slowly pulled Jack back into my room, our lips still locked in our clinch. My legs buckled against the bed and we fell onto the bed, Jack on top of me. My legs bent at the knees and hung over the edge.

There was nothing wrong with Jack's kissing technique. He kissed, licked and sucked his way from my earlobe to my boobs, taking a long time to get there. He was doing one hell of a job stoking my fires. The time he spent on my tits was ecstasy. My nipples swelled to his efforts, especially as he rolled them between his fingers and thumbs. His nuzzling in my cleavage valley was very erotic and finally produced my first, mild orgasm.

Jack licked his way down to my navel and then around and in that sensitive crater. My hips were lightly moving up and down. That got worse as Jack dropped to the juncture of my thighs.

For a while, he never got below my mons as he licked and kissed down my thighs and concentrated on the crease between thighs and mons. But his chin would rub my nether lips in the process and create shivers of delight in me. Then, finally, his tongue made a circuit of my labia and I orgasmed again. When his tongue first went deep into the folds of my crevice, I orgasmed yet again.

Jack found my clit. I orgasmed again. In fact, I orgasmed several times as he lipped, tongued, and lightly bit that sensitive nubbin. I could take it no more.

"Fuck me Jack, God, fuck me now."

"I can't get enough up to do that, Gloria."

"That's why I brough you into my room. There's a dildo in the drawer beside the bed. My constant companion. Use that, but hurry, Jack, hurry."

It was a rather large and very realistic dildo. Jack teased me with it first, wiping it up and down my fully wet pussy to slick up the fake fuck stick. I felt the tip slowly sink deeper into my willing folds. Then it slowly sank deeper as Jack pushed it into my gate of heaven and eased slowly to full penetration.

As the tip got fully in and against my cervix, I climaxed yet another time. Jack licked my pussy lips around the end of the fully embedded dildo. I whimpered in pure pleasure.

"God, you always were a wet one, Gloria. I love it."

"I'm so glad you approve, lover."

"Now, get up on the bed and move to the middle of it, Gloria."

I stretched fully out, Jack climbed on top of me and lay there, kissing and holding me. Oh, God. I felt almost like I did on that long ago prom night when Jack and I had our first fuck. and we both lost our cherries. I savored the feelings of both nights at that moment.

"Your turn, Jack."

I rolled us over and slipped into a sixty-nine on Jack with the dildo still fully in place. His cock was small, but semi-erect as I engulfed it with my mouth. I was easily able to take all of it, bumping my nose into his pubic hair. As I worked on it, his flesh pole grew slightly. This time, it was nothing like the big cock I remembered, certainly not enough to fuck with, but I was able to get him off and dribble a small offering of warm man cream for me to swallow. Jack groaned his pleasure.

I glanced at my travel alarm.

"We've just got time to make the start of the grade school tour. It'll go a lot faster if we shower and dress separately. Hurry, I really want to take the tour, Jack."

We made it without undue stress on the Pontiac.

The town was more than five times the size it was when we were in school there. The grade school, the only one at the time, was now one of four. An hour later, we drove to the high school. That was around three-hundred to three-hundred fifty when we were there. The new student body totaled just short of nine-hundred and fifty. During the high school tour, we managed a kiss or two in a couple of corners that still existed from when we last kissed in that building so long ago. There were also a few new corners as well in all the new additions to the building.

Ole buddy "Speedy" caught us out in one of those corners and said with a laugh, "Up to your old tricks again I see. I won't tell."

At the end of the tour, my watch read twelve-thirty and both our stomachs growled. We went for lunch to a local Cracker Barrel and ate ravenously.

"Now what, Jack?"

We looked eye to eye for a moment, nodded, and got up. We spent the rest of he afternoon in my motel room, in my bed. Oh, we got up and made the banquet together and we had a thoroughly good time. The food was great, the entertainment was great, and the company was great. Later, after a make-out session on high line drive just for the hell of it, we spent the night in bed again. This time, it was Jack's bed.