Fun and Games

Calling me a cad isn’t exactly accurate. I wasn’t seducing women, I was just sleeping around. But I wanted more. I wanted that older, sophisticated woman who knew everything there was to know about life and the bedroom.

I wasn’t able to get her. I was able to get women my age and unsophisticated, at best. Jobeth was a lovely woman and we had a good thing going. Did I cheat on Jobeth? Yes, yes I did. Did I regret it?

…sort of?

There were always more women in the world and I wanted to be taken in hand by one. My relationship ending with Jobeth was just the start of a journey I should never have started.

Like any young twentysomething man, I was young and stupid and had more lust than common sense. Worse, I had a thing for older women. Even worse, I let my weaknesses result in losing my job and dignity.

That was fine because I then encountered Ms. Daggett. She took me in hand and put me on a short leash. I was her caged possession. It was everything I wanted…until it wasn’t.

And then I just wanted it more.

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“Are you older than me?” I asked.

She laughed again. Jobeth laughed easily. I liked that. “Why?”

“I have a thing for older women. I don’t think I could be with a younger woman.”

Looking around the backyard where the crowd suddenly seemed much smaller as the sun went down. It was supposed to be a simple backyard barbecue, a meeting of friends. I didn’t want to talk to any of them now, just Jobeth.

“I’m no cougar. We have the same friends.”

We compared birthdays. She was a year and a month and a day older than me. She was born May third, I was born June fourth the following year.

That was good enough for my messed-up psyche to allow me to get her into bed.