Of course my sex life was never the same, how could it? Aside from the episode with the two Costa Rican girls, I had just experienced heightened sexual bliss. And don't get me wrong; sex with my wife was fantastic, and improving. Every time we made love I was overcome with the same feelings of wanting to do "it" more and more often with her.
However, there's a lot to be said about youth, and with that in mind I burned thousands of brain cells thinking about a way to get back into Nicky's low ride g-string panties. With my wife back from her business trip and life back to normal at home, it was practically impossible to have a repeat of the occurrences of that past weekend.
The weekend following the Monday my wife came back, we were invited to Nicky's commencement and reception at my next-door neighbors. The ceremony was much longer than I had hoped but the reception was fun. Nicky looked incredible. Practicing on high heels gave away her inexperience but the dress said all woman. It was a short soft yellow dress with straps holding the front end up, but the back-sloped way way down to the small of her back. The beautiful golden tan, (no-tan lines) and the flawless skin looked magnificent. She had her hair done and the make up made her look older than her years.
All afternoon we exchanged knowing glances, which made my blood boil. At one point, when I came out of the bathroom I literally bumped into Nicky at the door.
"Mr. G., I've missed you."
"And I you Nicky."
"What are YOU going to give me for my graduation?"
"Well that depends. What would you like?"
"When can I see you?"
As I looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, I said, "that's a little complicated right now. You have any ideas?"
"Mr. G., I HAVE to see you, like, (pause) really soon," she said, biting her lower lip. "I've had all kinds of funny dreams and I can't take it anymore. Please? I'm just, like, horny all the time now, you know?"
"Well, let me see what I can come up with, OK?"
With that I turned away and went back to my wife and the small group of friends that we were with.
Unfortunately, either I was too chicken or I just couldn't work it out. My kids were home for summer vacation and my wife wasn't going away ‘till October, so, basically, I was stuck without any more Nicky interludes.
The summer went by painfully slow, with me ogling Nicky in her tight little shorts running around my house whenever she came over to see the kids. Thankfully, she handled herself remarkably well. No overt insinuations in front of anybody and no touchy feely. Of course every time she could, she would say things to me that would give me an instant hard on.
For a while I thought I was destined to never have sex with Nicky again. She was leaving for college at the end of August and that would probably be that.
She left on August 27th. Obviously we could have had a quickie in the bathroom and run the risk of getting caught, but I preferred that she remember and cherish that weekend we spent together.
The days following her departure were terrible. I found myself permanently turned on, screwing my wife right and left, surfing the web, I was just a sexual mess. While I was in that turmoil, my son left Nicky's e-address on a post-it note next to the phone. I immediately wrote her and she answered back pleasantly surprised. I got her address in Washington, and decided to send her a belated graduation present.
About four days later I got the e-mail I had been waiting for…
Dear Mr. G.:
You have no idea how much I L O V E the special present you sent me. I should have gotten one years ago. When are you going to cum and see me so we can use it together?
Love, N
BOOOOM! Instant hard on.
I decided I couldn't take it anymore, I had to see her. I made up a story to my wife about a consulting gig in DC and deciding I needed a few days of r & r. I have an old college buddy in town and he and I would go see the skins play on Sunday. Perfect. I made reservations at the Four Seasons which is a hop skip and a jump away from Georgetown, and flew up Friday morning.
By the time I was settled in my room it was two o-clock. I called my little friend and….nothing. Then of course you have to wrestle with whether or not its wise to leave a message on the voice mail. I decided against it.
I went to grab some lunch, came back to the room and took a wonderful, undisturbed nap. I woke up at 6:45, well rested, and called Nicky. For her, disbelief gave way to overjoyed and we agreed to meet for dinner at Houston's, which was about five blocks away from my hotel, and three blocks away from GU.
About five minutes after I arrived, in walked Nicky. Wow! She looked stunning. She was wearing some hip hugging jeans that were cut so low I was certain her slit would show at any moment, a white blouse with those weird sleeves that are way too long and cover half the hand and some gorgeous high heels with delicate straps covering her beautiful feet. She looked good enough to eat.
We hugged for a long time, and she said that this was the absolute best surprise she had ever had in her life. I fought my way to the bar and got myself a drink and a beer for Nicky while she situated herself on a bar stool against the wall.
Unfortunately, the hour wait for a table was over way too quickly and after two drinks we were shown to our table. She ate like a typical college student. No dieting here tonight.
It was a great dinner. The conversation flowed easily, just like old friends. You might ask what in the world a 40 year old could talk about that would interest an 18 year old, or vice versa, but trust me when I tell you there wasn't a moment of silence. We spoke about my kids and the start of their school year. We shared our thoughts on devising ways to hook up over the summer and how unfruitful those thoughts had been, and laughed at the pure ridiculousness of some of them. Then we chatted about her roommate, her classes and her adjustment to college life.
When we were finished, we decided to do some bar hopping. Seeing as how she was underaged, we started at Clyde's, which had a restaurant and a bar, so they wouldn't card us at the door. Once we were in, we made our way to the bar and settled in. We ordered our drinks and just as Nicky was saying she was "moving in" to my hotel room ‘till Sunday, I heard…
"Michael??? Michael, is that you???
Now what are the chances of bumping into someone you know, 1,000 miles away from home, in a city you seldom visit, on a Friday night in a dark bar at eleven o'clock? Practically non-existent, right?
As I looked to my right there was Laura, my wife's boss (the spectacular Italian woman I mentioned in one of my earlier chapters). I always heard that she was a year younger than my wife, making her 30. She was about 5'8" with very high heels, had long black hair, gorgeous Mediterranean eyes, you know, brown in color, big and expressive, fine eye brows, perfect nose, perfect mouth revealing perfectly white teeth, I would guesstimate she was about a 34B or 34C. She was wearing a pale pink/watermelon linen jacket over the same colored dress, which came to about four inches above her stockingless-knee. The heels were incredible high and spiky and fragile-looking and her feet and toes were equally perfect. She was one of those individuals who you can tell works out to obtain tone, but has no (visible) ripples. I would say she weighed between 115 to 120.
Last I had heard she was single, dating a guy, and had no children. She was the Hemispheric Director for La Perla, probably the world's best quality intimate wear for women. Think of Victoria's Secret as the equivalent of a BIC pen and La Perla as a Mont Blanc, get it? Huge difference.
Regardless of what she looked like and where she worked, this was the last place on earth I wanted to see her, and trust me, although I tried to act cool, calm and collected, I was far from it.
"Laura, wow, it's been ahhh, ahhh, year since I last saw you, how are you?"
"Just fine Michael. I thought it was you when you walked in, but I wasn't certain until you sat down and got a good look at your face. You look fantastic as usual."
"Thanks, you look, uhhh, you look, (3 second pause), marvelous."
"Oh, you're such a sweet man. Thank you."
"Oh, uhh, Laura, this is a good friend of mine, Nicole, Nicole this is Laura."
