"Why don't you want to come with me? Please come?"
"Sigh. It's not that I don't want to come. I just don't think it's a good idea."
We were having a rare 'fight'. Actually more of a disagreement than a fight. She wanted me to go with her to an end of semester party. I had absolutely no intention of being the 'old man' hanging out with a bunch of young people.
We had been having this 'thing' now for four months. We hadn't defined it. It wasn't a relationship, we weren't going out. We had all the symptoms of a relationship without the actual diagnosis. She spent a lot of time at my place. Almost all weekends when she wasn't in college. I enjoyed her company, her wit, energy, vibrancy and oh lord, I loooved the sex! Jeez the girl was such a breath of fresh air when it came to sex. Energetic, lively, kinky, nasty. We had tried everything and more. Experimented. Fucked everywhere. She just couldn't get enough. She was insatiable and the more kinky and devious she was, the more she liked it. The only thing that was a colossal failure to my outmost disappointment was anal. She wanted to try, I reaaallly wanted to try but try as we might it just didn't work. She was too tight or my cock was too big, I liked to think my cock was too big!
Whatever the case, it didn't matter how much lube we put, how much prep or how long I ate her delicious butthole, it was still too tight, too painful for her. The last time we tried was a month ago. We had given up after an hour of trying everything. It was too painful for her and I didn't want to risk putting her off anal for life by forcing it in. So I reluctantly backed off and postponed it for 'another day'. My disappointment was palpable. She kinda knew I had a huge anal/butt fetish.
"I'm sorry sweetie. I'll make it up to you."
"No worries babe. We'll do it some other time. No use if its too painful for you. I want you to enjoy it."
So anyway, back to reality. It was a Friday morning. I was dropping her off at campus. She had her bag with her. She would be spending time with her girls, partying from late afternoon till whatever time, we would see each other on Monday. She had tried to convince me to take her, go with her to the party. It just wasn't working for me. It's not that I didn't want to spend time with her or party with her. It's just that I was very conscious of our age difference. For some reason it bothered me more than it bothered her. I guess I'd seen too many of my friends and colleagues chasing after young college girls for sex and being chased after for money. It was something that left a bad taste in my mouth. I had no intention of being a sugar daddy or being labelled as one.
"Sigh. OK. I'll see you on Monday then?"
"Sure. Have a nice time. Have a ball."
"Ok sweetie. Would have been so nice to be with you but it's ok. Bye sweetie!"
"Bye"
I watched her as she walked off from the car. She looked oh so good! She was wearing those skin-tight jeans which showed off her nice petite curves plus white t-shirt and a jeans jacket and some oversized sunglasses. I couldn't help but admire her shapely butt as she walked. That's my girl I thought to myself. Girl? We aren't dating, hold your horses buddy! She's too young, she needs someone her age not an old fart like you.
And that was the truth and I knew it even if she didn't.
Anyway I eventually drove off...back to the real world.
It was a quiet day. Not really much happening. I was at home by 7.00pm, had a few beers and pizza for supper, and went to bed by 11.00pm.
4.00am the next morning I wake up suddenly as I hear someone unlocking my front door. It can only be one person. Thandi! I had given her a set of house keys just because she kept on coming home when I was either in the gym or shopping or running errands and stuff.
Sure enough a few minutes later she walked..no... staggered into the bedroom. Woman was dead drunk. And she looked drop dead gorgeous. She had done her hair and face up. She was wearing a sexy black mini with a traditional African necklace and bangles I'd given her as a gift a month ago.
"Oh sweets, I couldn't just stay away from you. Everyone there had a partner, I missed you so much." She garbled all this as she was rapidly undressing. Heels flying off one corner, mini thrown into another corner. Seconds later she was naked and had crawled between the sheets and in my arms.
"Jeez, you stink of booze. You are so fucking drunk!"
She giggled as I said that. Tried to kiss me. I wasn't having any of that. I was a bit pissed off from being woken up at 4 in the morning by a drunk woman.
"At least go brush your teeth."
She drunkenly giggled as she staggered to the bathroom all the while telling me how the party was and what someone did and what another person did. I was less irritated but still irritated. I switched off the bedside light as she came back into the room.
"Ok. Let's sleep. I'm going for an early morning 15k run. I need my energy."
She was in my arms again, forcefully trying to kiss me now that she had brushed her teeth. She still reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
"Don't you want to kiss me? Why you being so cold? I missed you, I didn't want to spend the weekend without my man."
That's odd. In all the time we had been seeing each other this was the first time she had referred to me as her man.
She seemed to sense my disapproval and she came out firing.
"Yes, you're my man. I told all my friends I'm seeing an older man. If they don't like it fuck them. You're my man whether you deny it or not."
This was the first time I'd seen her so aggressive. I knew she was a confident woman no doubt but this was another side of her I'd never seen. Must be the alcohol.
"Ok, no problem. Let's sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."
