May Story - Miami MILF (Chapter 10 - Final) (Patreon)

Joan was quiet after the Ferris wheel. When I asked if she wanted to eat or drink something, she was lost in thought and temporarily blanked out on recommendations of where to go. We stopped by a bar that caught my eye – Lola Bar. The aesthetic was like something from the 80’s, with a neon sign and flamboyant jungle decorations. Joan nodded in approval. They also offered hookah, although Joan wanted to just drink. I ordered some chicken wings for us anyway.

We sat outside by the harbor. Joan wasn’t very talkative, and I was beginning to get worried. I didn’t want to poke or prod though. We sipped our cocktails in relative silence, taking in the nightlife around us. The scene comprised of mostly young people in their twenties hung out smoking hookah and laughing. Throughout my time there, I realized that many women in Miami had asses the size of the moon, either in tight dresses or jeans. I was too young before to really pay attention, and also I hardly left my grandparents’ house when I visited. Despite all these wonderful asses around me, I had only eyes for one woman – Joan.

“What’s up?” I finally said.

Joan swirled her drink. I couldn’t tell if she was on the verge of crying. Either way, something heavy was on her mind.

“You really like me, don’t you?” she said.

She had spoken just barely loud enough to hear over the crowd.

“Yeah. I do.”

“I’m not just a spring break fling for you. Am I?”

“No. But…”

“But?”

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way.”

I avoided eye contact this time, partly afraid to hear the answer. It was going to hurt if this was nothing more than a fling. I prepared myself for it in the back of my mind, but you’re still never ready to really hear it out loud.

“You’re a wonderful person, Lucas.”

I closed my eyes. Here it comes. You’re a wonderful person, but…

“You make me feel a certain way I have not felt in a long time.”

I opened my eyes. She was looking straight at me, her eyes a little red. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but either way I braced myself for whatever came.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen now,” Joan said. “When I get back home, I’m supposed to start the divorce process. There will be lots of things to handle. I don’t know what I’ll get to keep or give up.” She sniffed. “Thank God our kids are grown up already. So there’s no issue there. But. It’s still going to be a pain.”

I leaned forward. “I can…I mean…”

“What I’m trying to say is, will you be okay going through it with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? I’m most likely not going to be in the mood for much when it’s all happening. Not until it finally ends. I know you’re still young so—”

“No, Joan.” I clutched her hand tightly. “I want this. I really do. I’ll be right there with you.”

Joan chuckled looking down at our hands. She couldn’t contain the mix of giddiness and sadness and nervousness. Whatever happened between her and Morgan – the full story with all its extraneous details – it didn’t matter to me. I trusted that she was a good person.

We continued our night out at Lola Bar, but not without a little daring moment where Joan belched out loud several times in public. The young folk around us gave her looks. She ignored them and continued enjoying her drink while talking to me. I guess the crowd in Miami is less into that sort of thing. Say what you want about New Jersey, I think more people react positively or amused to burping in public.

We finished our drinks and walked arm-in-arm through the marketplace, most of which was closed by then. Still, we enjoyed wandering around alone together, getting lost in downtown Miami.

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On my last day there, we didn’t do anything crazy. No sex or wild exploits with her burps and farts and eating a lot. I think those are the moments that really told me our feelings were real. Not everything had to be about that. We went to the botanical gardens in Miami Beach, shopping at Coconut Grove, and walked along the very end of the pier at South Beach. We stood at the very end of the pier holding each other and looking into each other’s eyes, like something out of your typical romance movie scene.

She drove me to Miami Airport early the next morning. This was the first time I rode in her car – a red corvette.

“Damn,” I said, on the way to the airport. “Is this his too?”

We were stuck in traffic, and Joan took this moment to switch songs from her phone. She cackled and said, “No. The car IS mine. Hahahaha.”

I laughed along with her.

At the front curb of the airport, she held me tight and we made out. She slipped in one last belch as she kissed me. When she pulled away she asked, “Is that a thing you like?”

“Whew.” The air had a hint of alcohol. I smiled. “Yeah. It works.”

“Have a safe trip, okay?”

“You too, when you get back eventually.”

She sighed heavily. “I’ll call you when I get back. I’ll need many stiff drinks during the whole divorce process.”

I took in every detail of her before leaving. I know it sounds crazy but God forbid the plane crashed or something, I wanted to remember her bright yellow sundress, her aviator sunglasses, her straw sunhat, and her crazy cool smile. I then took a picture of her posing by her car. I realized that in all that time, we never took a picture together. Then again, why would we? We were so caught up in ourselves, and that’s when you know you had a good time. We still weren’t official yet either, so it made sense.

I kept staring at that picture as I waited for the plane to lift off.

I left home wanting to do things my own way, to actually be an adult. Welp. I returned home having done just that.

The End

(For Now)