A few years ago I met a man who had a son, he had just turned 18 a week before we had met.
Mickey was coming home before college started in the fall.
One day Jim IM'ed me that his son Mickey, would be driving in that next afternoon and they wanted to come by one morning before he went back to Penn State.
I said that I'd be alone all week-end and that Saturday morning would be good for me.
Jim said, "It's a date, we'll be over about 10:00".
This thought ran through my head all week. What on earth was I going to have in common with an 18 year? Finally I couldn't take not knowing what was going on in his head and I e-mailed him.
"Hey punkin," I said, as I started the message. "Need to ask you a question about Saturday."
I tried to be shy and reserved in asking what was up there sleeves but knowing would be no secret. So after writing and deleting this 'question' I finally settled for,
"Do you guys have a 'plan' for maybe lunch when you stop by?" And then I signed it and clicked on send.
Well, Wednesday afternoon I got home from work and opened my e-mail to find a message from Jim.
"Lunch would be great Monkey, but we were hoping for something a little more personal. I was hoping for, as is Mickey, a nice warm blow job or two."
TTYL Jim.
I sat and stared at the computer screen with my jaw in my lap. Now mind you I had no problem with this I just didn't know how it was going to come down. But at this stage in my life, I'm not about ready to ask.
I sat and smiled some and hit reply as I typed, "Well, Jim (and Mickey) a nice warm blow it will be". And I signed it Maggie and hit send.
I had known Jim for about 3 or 4 months and had seen photos of his son. He was about 5'10" with blonde curly hair and from the beach picture, a wonderful physique
I was getting butterflies in my stomach as Friday came at work. A couple of the girls I work
With, asked me several times what was going on in my life that was causing me to have to look up things that they knew were familiar to me. And why was I dropping files left and right all day, and what is with this shit eating grin on my face?
We went to the cafΓ© down on the first floor for lunch, as we strolled to the table in the back of the small room. They weren't going to let me even eat until I told them what gives.
"Mags you have got to fess up", Connie said.
"Yes, my dear", said Angie as she grabbed my hand with the water glass in it.
"Tells us and tell us now", she said.
I let out a long sigh as I sat back in my chair. I new the jig was up and I had to confess.
"Okay you want to know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" I said with a smile.
The both shook their heads up and down. So okay here it goes.
"Do you remember me telling you about Jim that I had met at one of the community get-together's?" I said as I picked up a bread stick.
"Yes, yes," Connie said as if she were dismissing that question.
Angie just leaned forward and whispered, "What, that you want to hook up with him this week end Mags?"
"Well, yes in a way", I said as I grinned.
"Jim IM'ed me that he and his son want to come by my place tomorrow for what he called a 'nice warm blow job'." As I said that there smiles were replaced by their jaws in their laps this time. I just smiled as it was now all out in the open.
Max, the waiter appeared out of no where and stood ready to take our order.
"What will it be today, Ladies?" he said in his heavy Italian accent.
"We'll have 3 number fours with mustard no mayo, one heavy onions and pickles on the side, And 3 orders of Cole slaw and 3 Coca Cola's," I said as if I had done this many times before (which I had).
"Yes Maggie," Max said as he smiled at me.
After he was half way across the restaurant the girls leaned in and whispered, "Are you serious, Mags? You are really going to have these two over and go down on them?" Connie said.
"I sure as hell am," I said with a reassurance in my voice.
They each had a bread stick in there hand as they listened to what I had planned. Then it dawned on them that they were holding phallic symbols, which they each dropped as they continued to listen to. I had to chuckle at these women.
,"This young man, Mickey is going back to Penn State on Tuesday and apparently his dad liked the blow jobs I gave him a time or two or three back at Christmas time and he wanted Mickey to experience at least one before he left," I said as matter of fact as I could muster.
These two girls (well not really girls they are in there thirties) where also known to share a few nights with the younger set. They were just jealous of me getting the youngest of the crowd.
Max brought our sandwiches and our drinks. As I picked up mine and took a bite they were still just staring at me.