Karen hoped and prayed that Jess wouldn't invite her over, unsure if she possessed the willpower to resist tonight. She intentionally placed her phone out of reach on the counter as she explored the match.com site, and tried to ignore the sporadic buzzing of her phone. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she retrieved her phone, noticing that there were at least five text messages within the last ten minutes.
TEXT: WANNA GRAB A DRINK?
TEXT: MEET ME?
Karen stared down at the texts in shock and excitement, until she realized that they weren't authored by Jess, but by an unknown number. Again Karen felt both relief and disappointment. She texted back --
TEXT: Who is this?
TEXT: ANDY FROM THE DINER
Remembering that she handed her number to the "boy" at the counter earlier, she glanced up at the clock. She was surprised that it was only 11pm, although it felt like it was much later. Maybe this was what she needed to get her mind off of her new and unhealthy -- what -- obsession?
TEXT: Ok, where and when??
TEXT: GANSTERS IN AN HOUR
Ugh, she thought. From what she remembered, that was a college dive bar, and not the place where a thirty-something woman would ever feel comfortable. She really wasn't in the mood to navigate across the sticky floors of an overcrowded teenybopper bar, but Andy WAS cute. She was ready to decline until she saw yet another text, this time from Jess:
TEXT: Come over tonite?
Now, determined to "right the ship," Karen hesitated before texting:
Love to but can't. Meeting a friend. Sorry. Picnic hike tomorrow?
TEXT: Ok ; (-- Have fun & be careful. Nite
Karen hesitated before texting Andy:
It's late - Come here instead?
He quickly agreed. She provided him with the address, and hurried to prep for her late-night visitor, jumping into the shower and quickly shaving her neglected legs & underarms. Looking down at her triangle, she briefly considered shaving the patch, but instead opted for a light trim. "Just a little off the top," she giggled to herself as she trimmed, hoping that tonight she would get her mind and her desires back on track.
Although this wasn't the first time that she took a chance and invited a relative stranger into her home, for some reason she felt as though she was cheating this time. But on whom? She knew, of course, but tried to erase the thought from her mind, opting for a shot of tequila as she prepared for her visitor. Assuming Andy was a college boy, she decided that she would stay casual with basic grey sweatpants and matching sweatshirt. In the event that the night would become physical, she opened her panty drawer and dug into the bottom for her black thong -- a gift from a prior boyfriend, and one that she almost never chose to wear for reasons of comfort, or in the case of the thong, discomfort. Tonight was different, however, and she intended to sacrifice comfort for the greater good.
She slipped the thong on, now regretting that she didn't trim a bit closer, as a hint of hair peeked out from each side. She turned around and looked in the mirror. The thong was embedded between her full cheeks, nearly invisible. Despite the discomfort and her slightly overweight but curvy ass, she immediately felt sexier, and briefly wondered if Jess would like that view before quickly suppressing the thought. With no reason to wear a bra, she instead chose an old t-shirt before sliding her sweats back on, just as the doorbell rang.
En route to the door, she quickly downed another shot of tequila, suddenly feeling warm as she looked through the peephole. God, she thought, he looked even younger tonight. Too late now, she thought, as she opened the door with a smile, allowing Andy in. Smelling of smoke and beer, he said, simply, "What's up," while handing her 4 cans of Budweiser -- the remnants of a six pack -- before easing past and dropping onto the love seat. So much for a greeting, she thought as she moved to the refrigerator and slid the cans inside before pouring herself a glass of wine.
Too late to turn back now, she thought again as she sipped the wine too quickly. After all, he WAS cute, although not necessarily her type. She guessed that he was around 5'10, slim with shaggy dirty blonde hair and several days's stubble. He was slim but toned, with biceps sporting a barbed wire tattoo that peeked from his T-shirt. Like her, he opted for sweatpants for his big "date." He discarded his black Converse high-tops and plopped his feet on her coffee table, not bothering to hide a giant hole in his left sock, and flipped to ESPN as he sipped from the can before crushing it in his hand and dropping it on the table.
Karen sat next to him and attempted to make small talk through slightly slurred speech. She learned that he just turned twenty one and was in town visiting friends at the local college. He was still "finding himself" and was currently helping a friend with a landscaping business. So, she thought, she REALLY knew how to pick them, didn't she? Basically an unemployed, nearly under-aged slob who probably still lived with his parents. Still, as he lightly touched his bulge through his sweats, Karen felt that familiar longing deep down. As repulsed as she was with his demeanor, what harm in taking him for a test ride, she thought? And Lord knows, she rarely turned down a nice stiff one when she had the opportunity.
Andy wasted no time reaching for her, and she allowed herself to be pulled to him. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, and he reached clumsily for her breast as he pressed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She vacillated between disgust at his cigarette/cheap beer breath, and carnal desire for what she knew would follow. With his free hand, he took hers and guided it to his lap before reaching down to loosen his pants. She followed his hand, sliding it under the band of his sweatpants and grasping his shaft through his briefs. He soon shifted his hand from her breast and reached around and under to feel her full ass, with a finger sliding down beneath her cheeks to stroke her through the fabric.
There was something to be said for cheap, nearly anonymous sex, she thought to herself as she moaned into his mouth. Freeing his hard cock from the briefs, she felt his hand pressing against the back of her head, first lightly, then more firmly. She needed this -- a man's touch -- she thought, especially tonight.
He whispered, "Come on Kate. Suck it for me."
Looking up at him, she said, "Who is Kate?"
"Oh shit. I mean ... um, Karen, right?"
In the few seconds of the exchange, she realized how far she sank. She flashed back to the earlier chemistry that she experienced with Jess - innocent or not -- as they relaxed under the comforter, and she now realized that Andy was no substitute for her best friend -- not even close. Why couldn't it be Jess who was gently guiding her willing head lower into her lap and not Andy, she wondered. Suddenly feeling sober, she found herself resisting. When he refused to stop, she grasped his cock tighter, squeezing it until she finally heard him whimper.
Confused and in pain, Andy finally relented and released his hold on the back of her head. She pushed away and tried to apologize, but she heard him mutter, "F--ing old cock-tease" as he struggled to slip into his shoes, holding his sore bulge as he tried to rise, still in pain.
"I'm really sorry, Andy, it's just......"
He finally tucked himself back into his sweats, and stood, grimacing, "Where's my beer?"
She retrieved it from the refrigerator and handed it to him as a tear formed. Grabbing it, he looked at her and shook his head before staggering to the door.
"Have a good life, Tina, or whatever your name is, you old f-ing bitch!"
Now it was Karen's turn to feel sorry for herself. She poured another glass of wine before dropping down onto the loveseat, and slowly drifted to sleep, regretting that she didn't spend the night with Jess instead.
She awoke the next morning to a buzzing phone:
