Sweet teen Kamilla
March 30th, 2007Sweet teen Kamilla posing on a leather couch
Rick finds true love in young Meghan.
I had known Meghan for more than nine years. Her family moved to Maine from North Dakota when she was ten. They lived a block away from my wife and I. The reason I knew Meghan is because she delivered the paper around here for several years. I would see her riding her bike everyday with two full saddlebags of papers no matter what the weather was like. She was always wearing a baseball cap and pretty much dressed like what I would call a tom boy in her jeans and a t-shirt most of the time. I was forty one now and had often wondered what it would have been like to have a daughter like Meghan. Her father was so fortunate to have her.
It was about the time Meghan turned sixteen when my wife Jane and I started having some trouble with our marriage. We had been married for over twenty years but things were not quite the same between us the last few years and we decided mutually that we would go our separate ways. Sex with Jane was always good but not as good as I would have liked it to be. Not that sex is everything in a marriage but it’s a nice part of it. I always felt she was rushing when we made love. Often as we lay there after sex she would talk about work. I was never really satisfied after we made love and many times I would head for the bathroom shortly after so I could manually satisfy myself.
Meghan would often stop by the house and we would sit on the front porch and talk while my wife worked upstairs in her office. My wife’s job that she worked almost eighty hours a week at was the main reason our marriage was coming to an end. Something about all the money and the power she had when she made partner in the law firm she was with had changed her as a person. I barely knew her at all now. Meghan and I would sit there and talk about whatever came to mind. We could talk about anything together. It was a good feeling to have someone to talk with. It made me feel relaxed to be around her. I would get so relaxed sometimes that I would fall asleep while we watched a movie together in the living room. She would always cover me up with a quilt before she left for the night. I slept on the couch a lot. There wasn’t much point in going upstairs to the bedroom Jane was rarely in the bed with me.
When our divorce was final Jane moved out west to be closer to her parents. A larger firm had offered her an even better job than the one she had here. Our agreement was that I keep the house and the two cars. Click here to continue reading »








