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I was a 44 year old stay at home suburban soccer mom. Jeremy and I had been married for 17 years and we had three kids together, aged 6, 12 and 15. During the school year I spent my days getting them ready for school, cleaning, picking them up and shuttling them around to their after school activities, cooking dinner, helping with homework and finally, getting them ready for bed. During the summer we slept late and on nice days we usually went to the neighborhood pool, but this week was different. Kyle, my oldest, was away at football camp. Jessica, my prototypical middle child was at cheerleading camp, and Emily, my youngest was with her cousins and my sister at Disney World. I had the house to myself and a rare respite from my usually hectic life, and as luck would have it, my husband Jeremy was called away on an emergency work trip. I couldn't remember the last time I was alone for a whole week and I was determined to make the most of it.

My first day alone was Saturday and I spent it at the pool chatting with friends and secretly drinking wine in a Yeti cup. Then my friend Jennifer, who is a divorced mother of two, invited me out to dinner. Her kids were with their father, Mark, for the weekend so after dinner she dragged me out to a club downtown to go dancing. That's where we met Tyson and Andre. I made it clear when they approached that I was there solely for emotional support and Jennifer was the only one of us who was available. Andre was a tall, extremely fit black man. He was about 6'2", the same height as my husband but he had a perfectly sculpted body and his tight tee shirt left little to the imagination. After my speech Andre gravitated to Jennifer and they headed off to the dance floor, leaving me and Tyson at the table. Tyson was a short, dark skinned black man with a slight build, a shaved head and a warm smile. He was far from my type and even if I'd been single he was not someone that I found physically attractive. I am 5'8" and I prefer tall manly men and Tyson was short, thin and cultured, but I learned quickly that he had a great self depreciating sense of humor that kept me laughing most of the night. He was an exceptional story teller and he regaled me with tales from his youth while buying me several drinks to bring me out of my shell since I'm naturally shy and introverted.

It was after 11pm when Jennifer and Andre took their first break from the dance floor. They had been dancing for almost two hours and they were both covered in sweat. Andre's white tee-shirt was almost translucent and while I'm not, as a rule, drawn to black men, he looked scrumptious as Jennifer clung to him like they were an established couple. Tyson, who, judging by his expensive clothes and Tag Heuer watch, had an abundance of money, bought us all another round of drinks and while we waited for them to arrive Jennifer coaxed me to the bathroom with her. In the bathroom she told me Andre wanted us to all go to his apartment but she didn't want to go alone.

"It's just two blocks away. Are you okay with that?" She asked with eager, pleading eyes and I nodded.

"Of course, I won't leave you alone, you know that, and Tyson is a nice guy. I'm not gonna sleep with him but he has interesting stories and he makes me laugh," I replied with a warm touch of Jennifer's still damp forearm.

"Good, it's been way too long. I haven't had sex in six months," Jennifer laughed. Then we freshened up and then headed back to the table.

Andre slipped his big, powerful arm around Jennifer's waist and she leaned into him as she told him that I'd agreed to head to his apartment. They were a rather striking couple physically. Jennifer is a pale skinned woman with jet black hair, dark eyes, a slim nose and full ruby red lips. She is just 5'1" with a petite body but a pefect round butt, and Andre made her look tiny with his bulky, muscular physique.

We finished our drinks and headed outside into the warm July night. Jennifer and Andre held hands and led the way while Tyson and I followed. We were a few feet apart and I was glad that he had respected my boundaries and not tried to hit on me all night, but I was also feeling a bit insecure and wondering if he wasn't attracted to me. I was 7 years his senior, a few inches taller than him and I probably outweighed him by 40 pounds, so I could understand why, but a part of me wished he'd at least stroked my ego a bit.

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