It Only Gets Better 1

Author's Note: This is a story about how a chance meeting led to a much younger woman becoming an intrinsic part of an older bachelor's life. Readers be warned that if you are looking for raunchy and frequent sex, you will be disappointed. The sex that follows is just the spice added to the meat and potatoes of the love story

This is my first venture into this category, so please be kind. Constructive comments and suggestions are always welcomed. The standard discloser of everyone being eighteen-years or older, and that all characters are fictional apply. Enjoy the telling.

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Her name was "Aryssa" which was a Greek name that meant "the best." But in the street lingo it meant, "sweetie or cutie" as well as "sexy bitch." The Aryssa who dropped suddenly into and became an integral part of my life was all three meanings of her most unusual name.

Until today I don't know how it all happened. I found myself in an unfamiliar harbor area due to unexpected road work and a series of confusing detours. It was then that my car mysteriously decided to simply die along the waterfront. Then to make matters worse my cell phone was in desperate need of recharging; not that it mattered, since I was in one of those infamous dead zones. Finding myself stranded, I decided to hoof it out, wondering what else could go wrong.

Well, I didn't have long to wait. While using a crosswalk, I passed a rather rowdy group of young adults (punks might be a more descriptive term). One of them was a rather striking and buxom young woman who upon catching my eye, flashed me one hell of a dazzling smile. I, of course, was stunned and before I knew it nodded my head in what I thought was a subtle acknowledgement.

"What the hell are you looking at," growled one hell of a big gorilla of a boyfriend to me the next moment, spittle and bad breath assaulting my face. "Just because you're some fucking old geezer that doesn't mean that you can hit on my girlfriend."

I tried to hastily defuse the situation by saying that he was quite mistaken and that I had no such intention. However, I quickly found myself surrounded by the gorilla and his chimps, getting jostled from all side. All that crossed my mind was, "Oh shit! I'm going to get my ass kicked."

"Bobbie! Leave him alone," was a clear feminine voice that cut through the male hubbub that surrounded me. "Back off, Bobbie! Back off...now!"

The calming effect was immediate as the testosterone-laden air quickly dissipated. As the group loosened, a dark haired young woman came into view. Subtly attractive behind large glasses, her aura of no-nonsense maturity and level-headedness that made the boys around me step back.

"Ah, Ary," grunted Gorilla Bobbie, "this ain't none of your business. This old fart was eying up Sissy. I saw him. He needs to be taught a lesson. So, let me teach him one for looking at my girl."

"Come on, Bobbie, we both know that Sissy loves to flirt with anyone with a dick between his legs. Sissy does it to make you jealous, Bobbie. Don't you know that by now? Am I right, Sissy?" Sissy just jiggled and wrapped herself around the brawny Bobbie. "Walk away, Bobbie, walk away now. Go on. Listen to me. Do it. Walk away and leave this guy to me."

"Ah, damn, Ary, you're lucky I owe you -- big time. And you're lucky that you're one sexy bitch. If it wasn't for Sissy here -- grrrhhh."

"Dream on, popcorn! You know I'm not your type. I'm too smart for you, and I prefer more mature men," my savior jokingly said as she subtly placed herself between me and the gang, her back pressing into my chest with eerie familiarity.

Then looking at Sissy who was literally wrapping herself around Bobbie's brawny body, my defender said, "Plus that, I'm not into sex like Sissy is. And who looks like she getting turned on. Right Sissy?"

Gorilla Bobbie growled intimidatingly as he grabbed and squeeze a round buttock of his buxom girlfriend, "Count your lucky stars, mister, that Ary was here saved your ass. Okay, Ary. Sissy is getting...well...let's go, guys. Take care, Ary..."

As Bobbie and gang turned a nearby corner, I couldn't help but emit a loud sigh of relief as my savior stepped away and turned to face me. I had to control myself not to gasp for before me stood a young woman of mixed ancestry who was pretty but in a subtle, almost wholesome way.

Standing at about five-four, she had thick brown hair that fell below her shoulder with a natural wave. Her face was gently rounded with warm doe-like brown eyes behind overly-large glasses, a cute button nose, and sensuous lips. The loose top that she wore couldn't disguise that she had a nice pair of breasts and a trim waist. Her form-fitting jeans so popular among the younger set revealed that she had a tight butt and shapely legs. Simply put, I was stunned by my rescuer's natural beauty and could nothing but stare.

"Hello, earth to stranger in a strange land. My name is Aryssa...or Ary -- and you are?" After I managed to mutter my name, she quickly asked, "Are you okay? Bobbie can be rather intimidating, especially when he thinks someone is hitting on Sissy. Unfortunately, Sissy can't help but flirt with other men, and is forever getting him into trouble."

Then pointing at an apartment above a small diner, Aryssa continued, "It was a good thing I was look out of my window -- yeah, that's my place up there. And saw what was happening." Then after a pause, Aryssa asked, "Do you always stare at women like you are at me? It can get you into trouble in this neighborhood."

I hastily stammered an apology, and then before I knew it I said that it wasn't every day that an old fart like me gets unexpectedly rescued by a good looking and totally charming young woman. When I realized my totally out-of-character utterance, I started to apologize...again...when Aryssa shushed me with a casual light kiss on my lips, saying that I should shut up and not ruin my compliment to her. Stunned at Aryssa's unsettling intimacy, I found myself once again totally speechless.

Without giving me a chance to recover, Aryssa nonchalantly asked how I came to be wandering around the unfamiliar harbor area. I explained about my car breaking down. Before I could finish my statement, Aryssa was calling a mechanic friend, asking for a favor, and after explaining the situation, asked me for my car's license plate number and its general location.

"My friend will tow your car to his shop and take a look. Don't worry. He's good and fair. I helped his daughter, Neilly, out a while back, and he's been trying to make up for it. Only problem is that I don't drive or have a car. So now he's got his chance to repay me."

"Aryssa, and by the way you've got a lovely sounding name, are you always in the habit of helping people out? In the short time I've known you, it would seem that a lot of people owe you."

"It's a way of life down here along the Honolulu waterfront. We help each other out, owe each other; never expecting to collect, but always hoping to repay." Her laughter was light, free, and spontaneous, the type that could easily enchant older, single and lonely man such as myself. It also didn't hurt that as she hugged me, her spongy breast nonchalantly but noticeably pressed into my arm.

"Come on, let's walk to Larry's shop. It's a nice stroll, and we can talk along the way. I don't have to work that diner below where I live until tonight. The Fongs own it and took me in when I needed help. They gave me a job and a place to live, and I repay them by manning the counter at night and watching their place after hours. That's the way things are."

When I said that I owed her, Aryssa smiled and took my arm if it were the most natural thing in the world. As we walked and talked she shared without any pretense the rough life that she had had. She never knew her father. Her mom tried her best but got into drugs, and died when she was entering high school. It was then a foster home; hand me downs; the wrong crowd; and finally a disastrous romance.

"He was a young rookie cop, Chinese, buff, and dark. I met him at my high school football games when he was hired for added security and then when he was assigned to school to talk about the anti-drug program. He had this way about him, a real sweet talker and quite a flirter. Given my past, it didn't take long for him to single me out as an eighteen-year-old opportunity. Well, one thing led to another and the next thing I know is I'm pregnant. The bastard requested a transfer to the other side of the city, disavowing any responsibility or obligation.

"But, you know that sometimes things were meant to happen. The Fongs were an elderly couple and good friends of my foster parents who couldn't now house me once I had my baby. The Fongs were childless and after we talked, I agreed to let them adopt my baby girl, Alissa. Yeah, they insisted that Ali's name be close to mine because she is my biological daughter, and because it means 'joy or great happiness' which she is to the Fongs.

"The Fongs are good people. As I said before, they didn't have to, but they took me in and let me see Ali whenever she comes to the diner. In a way, I'm her 'Auntie' Ary, someone she can turn to when she's childishly upset with her parents or when she just needs an older friend to confide in. She's bright -- a good four-year-old kid, and I'm proud of her. I only wish I could do more for her."

Aryssa paused for a while, and then in a sudden shift, asked me about myself. With subtle questions from her, I soon found myself sharing my life with the same open frankness that Aryssa had with me. I was single and twenty years older than her - gasping aloud that i could be her father.

"Am I a confirmed bachelor? Not really -- me being single is not by choice. I had had a few long-term relationships but in the end, they weren't quite what I was -- or what they were -- looking for. But, in the end, we parted as good friends. One even recommended me to her girlfriend, ha! Nope, I'm just a lonely guy who's waiting for that right woman to enter my life." To this, Aryssa smiled and hugged my arm to her as we reached her friend's shop

As it turned out, my car had a defective gas meter and I simply ran out of gas. While we were waiting for her friend to get and install the part, Aryssa asked what I did. I told her that I was a Dean at the city's community college.

Hearing this, Aryssa sighed, "I had always hoped to go to college but things...well...Alissa came along and four years later, I'm no way closer to making this dream become a reality." This was the first time I saw a usually chipper Aryssa have self-doubts.

Pulling out one of my business cards and handed it her. "Aryssa -- give me one day of your life and I will not only get you into college, but at virtually no cost to you. I'll even get you a campus job that combined with the Fong's job, will give you that helping hand you just might need. Promise you'll call me next week and then give me one day to set things with the people you'll need to meet with, and then visit me. Call me, Aryssa."

Flashing me a brilliant smile, Aryssa held out her hand and said, "Give me you cell phone." Deftly punching in a number, she fished out her own cell phone and after some quick keystrokes, she handed my phone back. "There. I have your number and you have mine. Myron, I'll call you -- promise -- but don't hesitate to call me."

Aryssa hugged me, and then for some inexplicable reason, kissed me (something I was getting accustomed to). "No, Myron, I don't go around kissing strange men, but for some reason, you don't feel like a stranger. It's more like déjà vu that this was meant to be. Myron, don't question it -- let's just go with it and see where it goes."

Sure enough, Aryssa called and true to my word, I called in a lot of special favors. Beginning with the admission office, the placement testing center, financial aid, academic counseling, and even the book store, Aryssa was given preferential and expedited treatment. Before the end of the day, she was enrolled in college, ready to go, and at no cost to her.

Aryssa's last step of the day was to interview for a rare student clerk position in the Chancellor's office at my request. Although she had no clerical experience, her maturity, sense of organization, and irrepressible personality impressed the Chancellor's private secretary so much that Aryssa was hired on the spot.

"Oh, my God! Thank you, Myron!" Aryssa said as she burst into my office, throwing her arms around my neck to enthusiastically kiss me. While her actions initially raised the eyebrows from my secretary, Aryssa's disarming and irrepressible personality made her actions seem natural and somehow strangely acceptable.

"Myron, I decided to go into the culinary program. I can better help at the diner and I've got some ideas for a restaurant, you'll see. Anyway, I plan to get some professional training in cooking, in the front operations, and especially the back-office management.

"I'm absolutely blown away. I know what you did for me, and I won't let you down. I go to school in the morning, work in the Chancellor's office in the afternoon, and then go home to rest before my night shift at the diner. Only problem is that my classes start so early that I'll have to get up extra early to catch the bus here."

When I offered to give her a ride to school, Aryssa looked at me with a twinkle in those warm inviting eyes of hers said, "You know, Myron, I'm going deeper and deeper in debt to you...hmmm...if I didn't know better, I'd think that you're trying to seduce a sweet young thing like me." Chuckling at my stupefied look, Aryssa continued with a bemused smile on her lips, "Not that I'd mind, but that's something to look forward to."

The way Aryssa laughed, I thought she was pulling my leg and sought to dismiss the improbable idea. Yet, in the recess of my mind (more so in pit of my groin), a spark of possibility began to glow.

Aryssa took to college and her culinary studies as a fish took to water. Her chef-instructors often remarked that she was a born leader and an innovative chef who dominated the kitchen. She had numerous customer complements for her sparkling personality, menu knowledge, and sound recommendations. But where Aryssa really excelled was in the management side of the business that left many students confounded and discouraged. Likewise, she won kudos in her supportive general academic courses with faculty complements and good grades to boot.

The two years of Aryssa's associate degree flew by and despite our age difference and our administrator-student status, we became closer and closer. Initially people around us thought that I was the proverbial dirty old man and Aryssa a sweet young cutie. However, as the situation played itself out, they came to realized that Aryssa had a maturity, determination, and focus beyond her years. Unknown to me, they agreed that Aryssa was truly the irresistible force who despite the odds had set her focus on me, the proverbial immovable object. Sad to say, my colleagues' money was on Aryssa, and not me, as to who would be the ultimate winner.

How Aryssa intertwined our lives I can't really say. She just was there, holding on my arm, bringing me samples of what she just cooked, or just bringing an audacious sparkle to my otherwise drab life. Those around us began to see Aryssa as an equal, forgetting her age, and expecting her to be around especially when it came to me. While we didn't date, we showed up at campus events together when Aryssa's scheduled allowed. Soon the administration, faculty, staff, and students began pairing us together, accepting our rather odd relationship as one of those things that were meant to happen.

I think the defining moment was when Aryssa was elected by her class to give the commencement remarks. Her speech was spot-on to her classmates, touching and from her heart, and full of hope that nothing is beyond one's reach. When it came time to award their degrees, I beamed when I handed Aryssa her diploma.

However, in true Aryssa-style, she gave a totally unprepared me one of her spontaneous embrace. "Thank you, Myron. I love you so much," she whispered in my ear before giving me a full-on kiss before all those present, her tongue quickly invading my surprised open lips to wreak havoc with my senses. Then letting me go and with this full-on grin, Aryssa waved to the audience who gave her a standing applause and hoots especially those of the Fongs and Alissa who had preferential seating in front of us.

The Fongs gave Aryssa a small party to celebrate her graduation, and her various waterfront friends dropped by to congratulate her on her accomplishment. Even Sissy and Gorilla Bobbie showed up and managed to be almost civil.

"Hey, old man, I see you're still around. What? Are you Ary's 'sugar-daddy'? Whatevers -- but you better take care of our sexy bitch -- or else," he growled before moving on with his hand openly squeezing one of Sissy's round buns.

As the night came to an end and we were cleaning up, I couldn't help but notice how Aryssa's form-fitting clothes clung to and highlighted her youthful and vivacious figure. With her hair up as she wiped down a table, I admired the nape of her neck, the fullness of her breasts, her slender waist, and the curve of her firm butt.

"Jeez, Gorilla Bobbie was right," I thought to myself. "Aryssa is one hell of a sexy bitch. Why have I been so blind? Man, are you getting old, or is it that I'm becoming the proverbial dirty old man?"

"Myron -- don't you think my aunt is really pretty? You know that she loves you so much," chirped Alissa who just then hopped into my lap and snuggled up against me. Then in her naïve six-year old way chimed, "Myron, you are going to marry my aunt, aren't you?"

While the adults laughed at Alissa's innocent questions, Aryssa and I had to gulp. We looked at each other, and realized how our relationship was viewed by others. Alissa's inquiry had brought to light that there was a question that had yet to be asked and then answered. As was always the case, Aryssa closed up the diner, shooing out the Fongs and Alissa, and thanked them for her party. "Myron -- do you know that since I met you, things have just fallen into place -- everything except one thing."

When I asked what that might be, Aryssa was eerily quiet for a while and then finally said, "Do you like being around me?" When I said I did, she then said with downcast eyes, "Then why, Myron, haven't you 'hit' on me? In the two years that we've known each other, I've kind of thrown myself at you. I am not always so blatant. It's just that I'm so drawn to you from the moment I laid eyes on you from my window above. Myron, don't you love me?"

Now Aryssa had done many things that really left me stunned, but this one took the cake. I wondered how to begin but was so dumbfounded as how to respond.

"Myron...I don't mean to ruin the night," Aryssa said as she saw how I struggled with an appropriate response, "but, just tell me. Please, I just want to..."

Before Aryssa could go any further, I lifted her chin and kissed her like never before. Briefly breaking away, I mumbled into her ear, "I have never met someone like you before. You took my breath away the moment you kissed me with no apparent reason. At first I told myself that I was too old for you; then it was that you were a student that I might be taking advantage of you; and finally that you couldn't possibly interested in someone like me."

Then kissing her again to silence her questions, I continued, "But in reality, I was afraid that you wouldn't want someone like me. You're so young, so beautiful, someone I've only dreamt of and longed for. Aryssa, you're the woman I've been looking for you all my life...and have only realized right now that I've found you."