My friends and I are walking through the parking lot after the game, enjoying all the kids partying after the big win. My friend Alex is especially enjoying himself since it is his alma mater that won the game. We are not actually students, far from it, but Alex went to school here twenty years ago.
We arrived around lunchtime and spent the afternoon tailgating before the start of the game. Most of the people around us were alumni that Alex was friends with back in his college days. As we walk through the parking lot after the game, we pass groups of students that are the same age as my son and daughter and I imagine them doing the same partying at their schools as these kids are doing right now.
As we pass a large group of kids, I wonder if my kids are acting as crazy as these kids are. One girl in particular catches my eye. She's a pretty brunette with large breasts and is currently leaning against a car with two guys talking to her. It's pretty obvious they are both hitting on her and she is enjoying the attention. I feel a pang of fatherhood as I imagine my daughter doing the same thing. I shake my head hard to get rid of the thought.
My daughter is hundreds of miles away and I have no control over what she does, but an image of her pretty face makes me want to call her. She is a good kid and we are pretty close, especially since my divorce from her mother last year. To my surprise, she chose to live with me over the summer instead of her mother, which caused a little friction.
The divorce itself was a complete surprise to me, but I have taken advantage of the new freedom to begin enjoying my life. At forty-seven, I find myself a bachelor after twenty-two years of marriage. At first, the change was a shock to the system, but once I got over the shock, I realized how restricting my ex-wife had been.
Over the years, my ex-wife had been more and more of a drag, but I didn't realize it till I was free of her. Since she first declared her desire to leave, I have been playing more golf, going out with the guys, and just enjoying myself. The sudden change has had a positive effect on everything around me, including my job. Over the past year, I have landed two huge promotions because of my new found happiness.
"Where do you guys want to go now?" Alex asks, breaking me out of my daydreaming.
"This is your town, Alex," my buddy Jeff says. "What do you recommend?"
"We can go downtown, grab a bite and check out some of the bars. My brother told me our favorite hangout is still open. Let's go there."
"Lead on," I say.
We pile into Alex's car and he drives us to the place. It is fairly empty, but we realize that it is still early for a college town. It doesn't take long before we have a couple of pitchers and a few appetizers on the table and my buddy Mark is breaking out the cards. We start out with a game of asshole and don't realize that the place is getting busy till the music gets so loud we can't hear the person next to us.
"Wow, this place filled up quickly," Jeff says.
"Suddenly, I feel old," Mark says as he looks around the bar. I have to agree, but I am enjoying the view of young woman walking around. All of the other guys seem to be enjoying it too, but they are all married.
Over the past year, the guys always insist I tell them about the women I've dated. There haven't been that many, but I have learned that single women my age are a little more adventurous, so I have had some pretty interesting dates.
I get up to use the bathroom and on the way back to the table, I see a back room with darts, pool tables and a few other games. I ask the guys if any of them were interested and Mark, Jeff and Adam come with me. One of the pool tables is free, so we grab the equipment and start to play.
One of the great things about my divorce is that I kept the house. We had bought it when we first got married with some help from my parents. With some luck, we managed to pay it off long before the mortgage was due. I bought out her half and quickly began to turn it into a bachelor pad. It is probably one of the reasons the kids stayed with me instead of my ex. One whole room is dedicated to games and I have a regulation sized pool table, dart board, and full bar. Needless to say, the guys spend a lot of time at my place and we've gotten pretty good at pool.
We play a few games when a group of college kids start to line up, looking for a chance to play. Mark and I just won and a couple of the college guys step up to play. Mark and I easily beat them and then take on the next pair. After dispatching them, a pair of girls step up for their turn. They were both good looking with large breasts. The taller girl has long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail, blue eyes and large breasts. The top she was wearing is quite tight and is cut low between her breasts. She is wearing jeans that showed off a fantastic ass.
Her friend is much shorter and her breasts seem even bigger on her smaller frame. Her hair is also quite long, but hangs free and the skirt she is wearing barely covers her ass. Mark and I grin at each other like a couple of idiots, thinking this will be an easy game, but the girls are quite good and it takes a lucky shot by Mark to win. The girls handle the defeat pretty well and challenge us to a rematch. As we play a few more games, the girls stay and chat with us.
The taller girl's name is Marge while her friend is Tabitha. Our friend Adam makes a lame joke about whether she can move her nose and do magic, but the joke goes over the girl's heads as they have no idea what he is talking about.
When it is time to play with the girls again, they take their play up a notch. During our shots, Marge leans over the table in such a way as we can see down her top. While I am setting up one of my shots, Tabitha 'accidentally' drops her cue stick and bends over at the waist to pick it up. This causes her skirt to lift up to show off her ass and the thin material of her thong. Needless to say, Mark and I are quite distracted and we just barely are able to win.
Mark decides he is done for the night and he makes his way back to the table. I begin to follow, but Marge insists on buying me a beer for being such a good sport during the game. I follow her and Tabitha over to the bar and talk to them for a while. The two of them have been friends since freshman year and now share a house with another girl.
"How about you? It is pretty obvious you are not a student here," Marge states.
"No, I'm here with a friend that went to school here."
"How old are you, if that doesn't offend you?" Tabitha asks.
"I'm forty seven. I hope that doesn't gross you out." I know there is very little chance of getting with these two, but it's fun to dream.
"No, that's okay. I was pretty sure you were older. Although, I thought you would say in your thirties. You don't look that old."
"Gee, thanks."
"Oh, I'm sorry, that isn't what I meant," Tabitha says as her face turns red. Just then, Alex comes over.
"Hey, we're all heading back to the hotel. You ready to leave?"
"Yeah. I'll be right there," I tell him. "It was nice meeting you girls. Thanks for the beer."
"You don't really have to leave, do you?" Marge asks.
"Kind of. He's my ride and I have no idea where I am."
"Where are you staying?" she asks Alex.
"The Hampton over by the river," he tells her.
"That's not far from us. We can take you home."
Alex looks at the girls with his mouth open and I am sure he's as stunned as I am.
"Well, if you don't mind hanging with a couple of young girls, we certainly don't mind," Tabitha says quickly.
