“Would you like to come home with me?”

I slid my hand up her skirt, feeling the hosiery on her leg.

“I haven’t been with a man since my ex,” she confessed nervously. I started pulling her black skirt up. My hand grazed her crotch before my fingers traced the waistband of her pantyhose. Then I moved to pull her pantyhose down.

I met “Susan” on a dating site. She had contacted me. She was a few years older than me and divorced. She was an elementary school teacher and active in her singles’ group at a Presbyterian church. Honestly, she wasn’t very attractive — she was rather heavyset — but she was very nice. And she was desperate for sex.

She didn’t come out and say that, of course. Our first date was somewhat cliché: we met for coffee. She was dressed smartly. Our conversation was halting at first, then as we grew comfortable with each other it flowed more easily. After a couple hours, we left the coffee shop. I walked her to her car and was preparing to tell her good night when she blurted out, “Would you like to come home with me?” I hadn’t expected that. Still, I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity. After giving me her address, I hurriedly drove to Rite Aid and bought condoms.

She let me into her apartment. I could tell she was quite nervous. She offered me some water, then invited me to sit next to her on the couch. She showed me photos of her nieces and nephews on her phone. I behaved like a gentleman until I sensed that she wanted me to make the first move. I wrapped on arm around her and leaned in to kiss her. Despite her apparent anxiety, she reciprocated. Within minutes, my hand brushed against her pubic hair. She got really wet as I fingered her. We ended up on her bed, our clothes shed. I lay on top of her fleshy body and inserted myself inside her. After we fucked, I fingered her again until she came.

We went on several more dates, each one culminating in her bed. (One Sunday I accompanied her to her church and Sunday school class. Afterwards at her place, after she tossed her Bible aside, I literally ripped off her pantyhose as we frenetically made out and fucked.) Then she sent me an e-mail saying that she didn’t think we were a “good fit for a romantic relationship.”