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My name is Thomas James, but I have gone by TJ since middle school. I am 30 years old, divorced and single, and live in Winchester, Virginia with an 8 year old daughter named Stephanie. I have short black hair, stand 6' tall, and I'm in good shape thanks to exercise and an active child. I work as an insurance agent and spend my free time with my daughter when my friends aren't setting me up on disastrous blind dates. My ex-wife Laura slept with one of her clients, several of them actually, and it was just a horrible, messy, and very public divorce. I ended up with custody and she took our house and our BMW. It just shows her priorities. Now I drive a 4 year old KIA SUV, live in half a duplex, and wish I had listened to my mother and never married Laura. As for Stephanie, she's the reason I live and breathe and a daily reminder that there is good in the world.
If only she know how and why I named her Stephanie, a secret I have never shared with anyone.
--- 12 years ago - 2006 ---
I had just turned 18, was a huge fan of WWE, especially EDGE, Kurt Angle, JBL, MNM and specifically the hottest DIVA (in my mind) at the time, Melina. My parents surprised me with tickets to go see a live event in Baltimore and a hotel room so Laura and I could stay after the show and drive home the following morning. I was going to take Laura, who was my girlfriend at the time, she had been since the 10th grade, but she picked a fight the day before the event and decided not to go with me. Laura and I fought like cats and dogs, loved just as passionately, and were lovers BEFORE we should have been and well before we graduated high school. You do the math. We were destined to be married. We were also destined to be divorced.
The things you wish you knew.
So I took my buddy Brian to the WWE show in Baltimore and we literally sat in the second row just behind the barricade which was real close to the announcers booth. I had on my Melina shirt and prayed I would see her. MNM were scheduled to be on the card and Melina was supposed to have a DIVAS match. Brian ran into a girl he knew and before I knew it, I was alone in the arena in Baltimore surrounded by 20 or 30 thousand strangers. If you've never been to a live WWE event, you should go, the atmosphere is electric and it's pure excitement.
The show was great, but the best part was when a half hour into the pre-show taping for RAW or SMACKDOWN, I can't remember which, a gorgeous purple haired babe pushed her way to Brian's empty seat, smiled at me, then stayed there the rest of the night. To be honest, what did I care, Brian wasn't using it and Laura certainly wasn't. The girl who did was at least 6' tall, shapely and fit, and had long, straight purple hair. I was in love... or maybe lust... and I didn't even know her name. Sounds like a Country song. She had on skin tight black leggings, multi colored New Balance sneakers, a small purse over her arm, neck and shoulder, and she was wearing a JBL t-shirt. For what it's worth, she saw my Melina t-shirt, pulled at it, and shouted "NICE". I managed to enjoy the whole show and tried to get the purple haired girl's attention, and what was odd was that she did the same. The clincher was when MNM, aka Morrison, Nitro and Melina made their entrance to my favorite theme (at the time), Melina slowed near us, pointed to my shirt, then reached to me until I stood, pushed to the barrier, and got a quick hug from my favorite Diva. MNM won their match, Melina got the better of Jillian in their match, and the purple haired girl suddenly found me very interesting. Before I knew it she was touching me, brushing up against me, even held my hand a couple of times.
During a boring match just before intermission, we went to the concession where we could sort of talk, and she introduced herself as Stephanie and we hugged. I was at a WWE event miles from my home and knew the miniscule chance I would ever see Stephanie again was exactly that... miniscule. I got bold and said "Please don't slap me, but I have a room at a hotel near here and you can come chill after the show if you want". Stephanie stared deep into my eyes, into my soul possibly, then said "Maybe" and ordered a soda, hot dog and crowded me until we were back at our seats. JBL cheated to win, EDGE won by DQ, Batista destroyed his opponent, and overall the show was off the charts awesome. Getting to hug Melina, even being acknowledged by her was incredible, but meeting Stephanie was the icing on the cake. Maybe it was the whole out of town, ‘no one knows us' mystique, maybe she liked me (I sure liked her) but by the time the show ended, even though we were literally strangers, we were holding hands, grinning and blushing at each other, and Stephanie said as we filed out of the building "I'll follow you to your hotel, but it's to chill. I'm not like that". I said "I know. I can tell" and must be that made her happy because Stephanie spun me into a wicked kiss that took my breath away.
I waited for Brian who came up holding hands with a blonde I knew, Melanie or Melissa or something. I introduced Stephanie to him and Melinda, and Brian said "I'm riding back with Michelle dude. Thanks for bringing me. I'll come over tomorrow and hang out". Michelle? Well I was close. Brian and I fistbumped, Michelle smiled at me, said "Bye" to Stephanie, and then just like that, I was alone again in Baltimore. I mean, I was standing there holding hands with Stephanie, my purple haired stranger, but you get my point. We found Stephanie's car and she insisted I get in and we drive around until we found my car. It was actually my dad's Acura, but you get my point. When she pulled up behind my car, Stephanie touched my hand, said "Kiss me" and we shared a long, slow, and very warm kiss. I sighed and she blushed then said "Okay. I'll follow you" and I smiled. We sat there smiling at each other like a couple of idiots until some people in a huge truck honked and shouted at us. Once we were at the hotel, Stephanie held my hand and said "If we do this... no promises". I said "Seriously, it's just to chill. I don't even really need this room since my girlfriend basically broke up with me just to avoid coming tonight".
Stephanie stared at me for a long moment, then relaxed and said "I can't wait to hear this story". We smiled at each other like idiots again the entire elevator ride and at the door she crowded me and whispered "No promises". Something told me I was getting laid. I can't explain it, but there was electricity between us and we were basically strangers. I was righter than I would probably ever be, because as soon as the door was shut, we kissed from the door to the bed, and then lay there on the bed kissing. I didn't even realize I was gripping and holding Stephanie's firm ass until she basically purred into my ear "Let's get undressed". I stared at Stephanie and she blushed, quietly said "Don't. Just let it happen" and I kissed her softly. I may be fuzzy on the details, but I remember she had a pink bra on that barely contained her huge chest. I mean, she had to have been 34D and her nipples seemed to be permanently erect. Like a deer in the woods, I didn't want to spook Stephanie, so everything I did was slow, gentle and careful. All of which benefited me because it heightened and enhanced the entire encounter and contributed to her overall mood as well.
Literally the dictionary definition of "win - win!"
Stephanie rubbed her hands all over my chest the moment she pulled my Melina shirt off and we lay there both shirtless and kissed for a while. We kept on kissing until my stiff bulge aggravated Stephanie enough that she pushed me off her and said "You're killing me". I blushed and so did she, then I asked "Why purple?" Stephanie said "I hate my hair color and I hate the blonde jokes, so being a devoted RAVENS fan, I went with purple". I stared at Stephanie in disbelief. RAVENS fan? Sorry... devoted RAVENS fan? I said "You won't believe this, but I am a superfan. I never miss a game and my parents take me to at least one game each year. We even go to the practice facility every August". Stephanie had this look that I can't explain. It was almost like she had made up her mind about something. Then suddenly she twisted and rolled off the bed in a gymnastic slash cheerleading maneuver that excited me. I stared as she pulled her leggings down to reveal a picture perfect body, smoking hot tan legs, and a light purple thong. With a blank expression she said "Let's stop wasting time and do this". I got off the bed, stripped, and Stephanie gasped when she saw my very hard, very stiff cock.
Stephanie came around the bed, held my cock in both hands, then said "Holy smokes. What are you like 8 inches? 9?" I shrugged and we got onto the bed, Stephanie wriggled out her thong, and laughed "We won't need these". She tossed them, pulled me between her legs, and said "Relax so we can enjoy this". I did and it was the hottest sex I have ever had... by far!. We started out slow and steady with me stroking slow and deep while Stephanie kissed me, slid her hands along my sides and back, and moved her hips in time with me. As we got into it, Stephanie stared into my eyes as I sped up and drove deeper. She was panting "Mmmm..." and "Yeah..." as we did it, and her hands never left my body. When we weren't fighting, Laura and I had a pretty good, fairly active sex life. Most of the time we had sex every day and our parents, hers and mine, usually looked the other way.
Like I said, we were destined to be married. We were also fated to be divorced.
Stephanie was breathing deeply and gripping me while her eyes were closed and I knew she was close. I have no idea why, but I said "Thank you for this" and Stephanie opened her eyes, stared into mine, then moaned "Thank YOU for this" and then she rammed her face into my neck as her orgasm hit... and man did it hit. Her body shook, she panted, gasped and moaned, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as every wave coursed through her body. I lost control, gasped, then exploded deep inside Stephanie and she death gripped me through our entire orgasm climax combo. When we were both finished and spent, Stephanie held me like Laura never has, and we lay there quiet and content for several minutes, maybe longer. When she finally had to pee, I eased out of her, and Stephanie scooted to the bathroom while I lay there happy as can be. When she came back, we snuggled, kissed a little, and talked. She was from Gainesville, a townhouse community between Manassas and Winchester. It wasn't a forced community like Reston, but pretty close. She wasn't rude about it, but Stephanie thought it was funny that Laura broke up with me just to get out of coming to the WWE show. I asked her if we could see each other and Stephanie got quiet, the room was silent, and she finally exhaled and said "Maybe".
We ended up ordering room service and sharing the expensive food, then got undressed again and had fast and hot sex that exhausted us both. Stephanie was a dynamo, the more I paid attention to her and loved on her, the more she wanted to screw. The best part was she didn't piss, moan and complain about everything like Laura did. I didn't want to push, but I promised myself in the morning before we left, I would get her number and try to date her. Fate had a different plan though because after making out and falling asleep, Stephanie woke me up for sex about 3am and we fucked like horny rabbits. Then I awoke about 8:30 the next morning, alone and in an empty room. No sign that Stephanie had even been there. Damn. The thing is, that was early internet, pre Facebook, and long before Twitter or Instagram. I'm not even sure Google existed yet. If it did, I didn't know about it. The worst part was I couldn't talk to anyone but my parents and Brian about Stephanie because regardless of how much we bickered or fought, Laura acted like I was her property and told me... told me when I got home from Baltimore that we were going back out.
In fact, she said we hadn't actually broken up, she just hated wrestling.
Bitch.
--- Now - February 2018 ---
So I was pulling into the driveway on my side of the duplex I rent, and mom was sitting on the front porch watching my daughter Stephanie play with a boy about her age while two or three people were unloading a moving truck backed up the other half of the duplex. Okay, so I finally had a neighbor. That half has sat vacant for months, nearly a year. I locked the SUV, braced for the tackle hug Stephanie gave me, then smiled when she introduced her friend named Bradshaw. I blinked and asked "Bradshaw?" The cute blonde haired boy said "Yeah. My mom is a crazy wrestling fan. You should meet her since Stephanie says you like that stuff too". Stephanie said "Boring" and Bradshaw laughed and said "I know right?" They ran inside and mom said "Kids". I smiled at mom while thinking "Bradshaw? How cool". JBL was John Bradshaw Layfield, one of my all time favorites who is retired now and mostly does commentary. What were the odds? That's okay, most people who know I love WWE think I named Stephanie after Stephanie McMahon, Vince's daughter, but it's really just a coincidence. Stephanie is named Stephanie after the purple haired babe I never really got over.
That's the bottom line, and it's NOT because Stone Cold said so.
Mom asked "So how was your day?" I shrugged and said "I got paid to be there. I sell insurance. Yay. Way to make use of my degree and thanks to Laura for ruining my life". Mom sighed and said "We told you not to marry her, but you wouldn't listen to anyone". I sighed and mom said "Want to hear something funny?" I said "Laura fell off a cliff?" Mom gasped "TJ, that's horrible" and I shook my head and said "I can see it so clearly". Mom laughed and said "That perky blonde thing over there is named Stephanie. What are the odds?" I laughed then had the strangest sense of deja vu you could imagine. A blonde named Stephanie who really likes WWE and named her son Bradshaw? Moves in next door to me? My mind was racing but I knew... I just knew there was no way it could be Stephanie. Not the name, the person. From that night in Baltimore. With the purple hair. There was just no way. As I stood there thinking, the blonde sort of bounced as she came down her porch steps and went up into the moving truck. It was only a glimpse but the ponytail bouncing and the tight, firm body intrigued me. I walked over to introduce myself and my life changed forever... for a second time!
Stephanie! Blonde, athletic Stephanie smiled at me, turned to look at a box, froze, turned back, gasped slightly, blinked, then mouthed "No way". I swallowed, my heart raced, then she came down the ramp, moved into my personal bubble, and said quietly "Holy smokes". A million things exploded in my brain and I couldn't think as Stephanie asked "TJ?" I nodded and went to move closer but Stephanie put her hand on my chest and said "Not here". I blinked as her father... I assumed it was her father... came out of her front door, glanced curiously at me with his daughter's hand on my chest, then went up the ramp into the truck. Stephanie could have said a hundred things... maybe a million... but she exhaled slowly and said "I'm sorry". I knew why and what for and I said "I never gave up trying to figure out how to find you. No one knew who you were". Stephanie asked "You live next door?" I know right? What were the odds? I nodded. Stephanie exhaled then said "If you have any trust left for me, go inside and wait for my parents to leave. Wait and I will come to you and we will talk. All night long if that's what it takes. I wish I had never slipped out like that TJ. I wish I had fought my fear and left you my number or my last name... or something".
Stephanie's father walked past carrying a box, smiled and muttered "If you really want to impress her, you should help. Lord knows Kevin sure won't". Stephanie tensed, took her hand off my chest, then exhaled and asked "Can you forgive me?" I nodded again then asked "Do you know what my daughter's name is?" Stephanie shook her head, smiled at who I assumed was her mother staring at us from the front door, then said quietly "No". I turned and just like I thought, mom was watching every moment of the free show. I said "Mom, have Princess come out here for a minute". Mom smiled and turned, shouted "Stephanie. Your father wants you honey". Stephanie... my neighbor... gasped, held her hand to her mouth, and asked "Stephanie?" I nodded and said "I never gave up. You consumed me and I wish I had gotten your number". Stephanie relaxed into my arms, I held her, and she sniffled "I am so sorry TJ". I held her as my daughter came up and asked "What daddy?" Bradshaw was standing next to my daughter and I asked Stephanie... my neighbor... "Do you believe in a second chance?"
With a deep sigh and a full body exhale, Stephanie leaned back with me holding her arms and shoulders, gave me a sad smile, and said "I do now".
.... To be continued...
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