While the neighborhood hadn't really changed that much the residents had changed a lot. Our town fathers didn't see a community college in the future and wouldn't know what it was anyway.
With the artsy-fartsy crowd came the usual different types of people that seem to congregate with them. Now we have an art museum, concerts in the park, artists painting the world in the park and the young freedom fighters that don't know about the way the sixties were because they hadn't been born yet. I lived through them and the most I ever got as far as being a dissident was when I couldn't get laid at a party.
The college bars sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. The restaurants changed their menus to all the current popular types of meals. I refuse to eat tofu, no matter how they try to disguise it. If I want to eat a lump of plant matter I'll order a salad not something that looks like clay and tastes like flavored clay.
Some of the college hangouts were a lot of fun for me to hang out at. I'm in my forties and have most of my own hair and all of my own teeth. I keep in shape by riding my mountain bike with my cronies of about the same age. We meet on every other Saturday to ride the trails in the local hills and to sweat out all the impurities we ingest during those weeks. I've never been married, but have come close several times. The last relationship lasted for twelve years and after I brought up the 'M' word once more she decided to end it because, "you're too demanding about a license for something we do without it.' We parted friends and on occasion get together for some fantastic sex with no commitments.
Out for a ride on my bike to the local bar I like to frequent my old friend from childhood walked up looking like he had lost his best friend. I locked my bike up and hailed him before he went inside, "Hey Bill! Are you ok?"
He slowly glanced at me gave a weak smile and stepped over to shake my hand, "Hey Bob. No I'm not really doing too well today. Let's get a drink and talk."
We went inside and sat in a booth near the back, ordered our drinks from the very beautiful Leslie and toasted each other by clinking glasses.
I let the silence fill the spaces while we sat there. I figured Bill would share when he was ready. I spent the time watching Leslie as she took food orders and filled their drinks back up. She would glance at me occasionally and smile, her dimples were very cute. I had been trying to get in her pants for a month, but it never worked out for us to hook up.
"Bob, sorry to be so down buddy. I just got diagnosed with advanced cancer and don't have but a few weeks to live," he dropped his head down and sobbed a little. He took a few seconds to catch his breath drained his glass and waved for another, "Ok enough of that bullshit! I need to get drunk and go home to my wife."
We sat there and drank to old times and to loves lost. Bill's wife joined us and after a tearful hug and we all proceeded to get plastered. As the last call was made and the other patrons had left the owner, David Wilson a good friend of mine, came over, "Bill, I just heard about it and tonight, or I should say this morning, all drinks are on the house!"
We cheered and asked Leslie to join us.
"Ok, for a little while anyway."
My affection level had gotten a little larger the more inebriated I got, but I didn't want her to jump and run. Playing it cool was getting more difficult and when she sat next to me and had a few to catch up hers must have increased also. The next thing I know her hand is rubbing my upper thigh and the two of us are laughing and flirting like a couple of school kids.
It wasn't hard to stay focused on her, she stood about five feet even and her proportions were spectacular to say the least. Her short dark hair framed the cutest dimpled smiling face I had ever seen. How anyone so short of stature could be so voluptuous and petite amazed me. Her breasts appeared to be larger than her frame would suggest and as she pressed one against my arm I could feel the hard nipple through my shirt. She has a small waist and trim hips with a tight heart shaped ass that I just wanted to kiss when she would walk by my table.
I don't consider myself a real prize and the only features I feel comfortable about are my light blue eyes and my smile. I can concentrate my attention on a person when I talk with them making that person feel safe and secure. I paid as much attention to her as possible without neglecting my other friends.
All of us stayed until after five and the sky was just starting to lighten up when Bob and his wife Debbie started to yawn and make excuses to leave. They hung on one another giggling and kissing like newlyweds. She had her hand down squeezing his ass and his arm around her shoulder was cupping her ample breast.
Bob turned around with his hand still full of her tit grinning like a pervert, "G'night all thanks for everything! I have to go home and plow the field, if you know what I mean!"
Debbie slapped his ass and giggled, "That's right stud, so stay awake! Thanks folks, g'night!"
David helped Leslie and my self to the door and he headed to his apartment above the bar. Standing out on the sidewalk we loosely held hands and talked for a few minutes. Sitting on a bench by my bike we laughed at our condition.
"Leslie, would you like to get some breakfast with me? I don't want to let you go quite yet."
She turned to look at me with her cute smile, "Well I don't want to let you go either! Now what do we do?"
She had slid over and was resting her head on my shoulder.
Now when I drink a lot my mind cuts to the chase very quickly and more times than I care to remember I've been corrected quite harshly. This time was one of the better ones. Kissing her forehead I picked up her hand from my thigh, "What I'd like to do is take you home to my house and make love to you!"
She laughed and snorted, put her hand over her mouth then leaned back to look in my face, "You've been trying to get in my pants for weeks, haven't you?"
I felt my face getting red, "Well, yeah! I like you and like to spend time with you. I know we never went out on a date or anything but I, uh, well shit! Sorry, sorry it's the booze talking. Want to get some breakfast before I walk you home?" I figured I screwed up yet once again.
Smiling behind her hand she looked away then turned back and ran her hand across my head, bent in and kissed me, "Yeah, I'm hungry! Then we go to your house, didn't think you would get out of feeding me first did you?"
She laughed at me as it took a second for it to register she accepted my invitation. Standing up I grabbed her hand and planted a hair curling kiss on her lips. I felt her tongue tentatively press between my lips and then farther in my mouth to intertwine with mine. We stood there for a few minutes in a passionate embrace trading spit until I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"You two want to take that off the street please?"
I turned around and the cop was smiling at me, "Yes sir officer!" Leslie was snickering and giggling as we walked off.