well, about bout 6 months ago, this young lady i know peripherally approached me with the idea of helping her with a “situation”. simply put, she wanted to get laid.
she was (yeah, WAS) a virgin, but really wanted to not be, and found the boys at her school interesting and cute but probably not capable of giving her the experience she wanted. she laid out her case perfectly: she wanted someone older, more experienced, she didn’t want to be fumbling around while both of them learn on the fly. looks were important, but also someone she thought capable of caring, generosity and patience who would respect her and care about her as a friend, especially after.
ok. i’m 45.
i said hey thanks but no thanks. i’m in a situation in my town where i have a “name” and people know me pretty well. being the old guy who did the cheerleader would be a lousy addition to my rep.
i should add that few men of ANY age would consider telling this girl no. just the cutest, sexiest thing you ever saw. small, thin, athletic, olive toned, big bambi looking eyes, long brown hair…
but we continued talknig - mostly via e-mail although she’d call from time to time. incredibly discreet on those occasions when we’d see each other in person, she was just one of the kids from school i know. (NO, if you’re wondering, i’m not a teacher or in any way associated with her school)
eventually i wore down. as i said, there was this huge physical attraction anyway, and the extended e-mails and phone calls let me get to know her enough to judge her maturity and sense of purpose. the girl has her head screwed on; she knows what she wants and went about getting it.
we made contingency after contingency. arranged a safe, secure place and time. she very sensibly asked me to provide test results, because she wanted no part of condoms for this, her first time (i’m spayed, and had to provide THAT result too, what fun - wanking for science).
yesterday was the big moment, and as it turned out, leading into the occasion we were both a bit terrified, yet once together, we were just fine.
i will not lie, i had a blast. it wasn’t cheap or tawdry, it never felt like “just” sex, although there was plenty of that crammed into the few hours we spent together. she met me at the appointed place, a relative’s place where she felt safe. we talked, had some water (hey, i’ll have sex with an 18 year old, but i’m not feeding her booze) and just kind of led into things naturally.
i said she was very pretty, she was absolutely amazing undressed. and shy at first, yet still very sure that she wanted to be there and do this. very possibly the most memorable sexual experience i’ve had, no shit.
now this morning, i found an incredible e-mail in my in-box. imagine, all you old farts like me, spending the afternoon with an 18 year old angel wrapped all over you, then in the morning finding an emphatic THANK YOU waiting for you. along with an invitation for more.
do i feel lousy because i defiled this little beauty, or do i feel good about the fact that i didn’t chase after her, but instead shared a nice experience with an unusually mature, self-confident young girl who asked for my cooperation? she did tell me today that what she wanted was for her first time to be a pleasant memory that will make her smile when she tells it at the sorority house someday, and thanked me for making it just that.
so dopers: scoundrel, or no?