Getting it Out of Our Systems
It was New Year's Eve 1998 and we were celebrating at my brother-in-law's house. Everyone was in the garage playing pool and drinking; I made my way to the bathroom to release some of the beer that I had been drinking all night. It was just after midnight and a new year; as I walk through the dark living room to make my way back to the garage, I was met face-to-face with my mother-in-law. She was pretty tipsy and so was I; she looked at me and her eyes just sparkled. She was a beautiful forty-two year old Latina, but could've passed for a twenty-nine year old. She had this quirky smile on her face and she whispered to me, "Happy New Year." We wrapped our arms around each other and before I knew it, she was kissing me on the lips. I pulled myself away because I didn't want to get caught by anyone. She gave me that quirky smile again and she walked the other way. I spent the next three weeks thinking about our kiss and our embrace. I just could not get it out of my mind. A few days later, she was visiting with us and I gave her a ride home. We parked in front of her apartment, I shut off the car, and we sat there for a moment in silence. I broke the silence by asking her why she did what she did on New Year's eve. I had butterflies in my stomach my hormones were raging at that moment. Her reply was, "Because you looked yummy." I was like, "Okay, so how do we get past this?" She looks down for a moment and then said, "We need to get this out of our system." At this point I'm about to explode with excitement. "So how do we do that?" I asked. She told me to give her a call on her cell phone the next day. During my lunch break, I gave her a call and we talked for an hour. I was a lot more relaxed by this time and felt much better because she opened up to me. She is a very strong-willed woman. She asked me to come over after work. I knew I could be there around 3pm; my wife does not get off until 7 o'clock. As I was parking for the apartments, my body was going crazy again. I was so excited about what is going to happen; not really knowing what was going to happen. As I entered the apartment, she didn't say anything, she just stood in front of me and she touched my hand. She said, "Come here." Again, we embraced and kissed. I don't quite remember what happened within the next three or four minutes, but I will say this, we were already in bed. It was the best sex I've ever had in my life. We only did it that one time. To this day, we act like nothing has ever happened between us. It was never brought up again and we keep our distance. My wife never found out.
— Gabe, 42