Southern Nights 01. – The turning point
Mary was so nervous she had troubles keeping up with the traffic around her. It was early afternoon rush, and a lot of aggressive and impatient divers all over the place. Normally she would be so annoyed about this that her adrenaline would be like that of a cliffhanger.
But not today. This was a very different day. Possibly a day to turn a new page in her life. At the very least a new start, that's for sure. She was on her way to a very important meeting. Very important indeed!
Even much more important than the corporate meetings she frequently attended, meetings otherwise so important to her career possibilities. But this was not about career. No statistics this time! This was all about
her
. About taking care of her own self.
And who would believe that a woman like her, Mary Gardner, a well- off redhead just turned thirty-eight, with a good job and now dressed in her very best suit would be nervous about meeting a 18 year old girl!? Still almost a child?!
But that was exactly what was up next. When she would just get out of central downtown and up past Sandy Bay, she would find a discreet place to park her car at the main mall, and then make the 10-minute walk down to another, smaller mall. Safety first! Up there on the second floor was a simple restaurant that normally wasn't very crowded. That was their rendezvous- point.
She cursed silently – a hissing 'students T!' - when she again got too close to some car passing by. It was impossible to keep her focus on her driving. Again and again her thoughts went back to the mails and chats she had shared with this youngster.
How fast it had all happened, and how afraid she was that she was being kind of set up, or that it was all too good to be true.... Somehow.
She had finally got the nerve to try to sit down and write an Internet contact ad. An ad where she would tell anybody who wanted to see
exactly
what she was looking for. Nothing more; nothing less.
She had started by trying to get an overview of the available sites by browsing through a lot of other people's ads to get some ideas about how to formulate her own text.
And that's when she happened to see the little note that she now hoped would change her life. It was well hidden among a lot of other ones with photos of varying quality displaying blot- covered faces or bodies.
This one had no photo at all; just a small, but very direct text;
Girl, 18 would like to know one or more
Grown- up ladies for friendship and sex.
I like to give pleasure and make you lay
back and just enjoy.
I fantasize about this a lot, and hope that some woman,
preferably 30 – 45 would want to make this dream of mine
come true. I hope you won't ever regret.
That was it. Plain and simple...
So, she decided that before she would start to work on her own ad, she would try to respond to this one. Without any illusions she hacked out a few words and sent off to the specified email address. This child probably had several thousand replies already. This was exactly the kind of girl she had been dreaming of, so she had no illusions about being the only one to harbour such fantasies.
Actually she never felt she was much of the bisexual type. In the beginning these fantasies had involved a young boy as her partner. But then again a boy of that age couldn't know anything about how to worship a mature, female body without expecting anything in return, so it didn't take very long to scrap that idea.
On the other hand she didn't consider it much more likely that a girl would likely put herself in such a position either. Why would such a teenager be interested in being with a woman that to her must resemble nothing but a wrinkled granny? She remembered herself how she looked at such women back at that age.
It wasn't until she started to read about girl's lesbian feelings in women's magazines that she started to think a little bit differently about it. There she read about girls having fantasies about known celebrities. Some of them quite young, but also women much older than themselves.
The most interesting thing, however, was the most boring part – for most people; the statistics. A lot of these articles pointed to results of different kinds of polls, and even a few scientific studies, where those feelings were described in terms of numbers. Who felt what to whom? How often? How much? What kind of feelings? Ever tried something? Those kinds of things
What she could read from this, was that in fact something like 10 – 15 % of all declared bisexual girls had fantasies about women significantly older than themselves. Not because they were older, as such, but because for them they represented a mature femininity and elegance, which they were extremely attracted to.
In a country with, say 40 million people, an estimated 10% of the women were self- aware bisexuals. That was some 2 million women. Of them about 10% were girls having fantasies about older women. That was 200 000 girls!
In the beginning this thought was more frightening than exciting. She knew on her own that she would never have the nerve to make anything out of that discovery.
Not until she got quite drunk with her girlfriend Lorraine one Saturday night. They were joking and laughing about a good- looking younger man, and what they would like him to do to them. And then – just like that – she brought up the same thing about a young girl they both knew! Lorraine had more than hinted that she quite liked girls... on several occasions. And she had always been very open and direct about such things, at times even a little bit vulgar for Mary's tastes.
As it was clear to her that her girlfriend actually had had her flings with some young ones in the past, she really started to give it some serious thought. If
she
could do it, why not me too?! It is after all consensual, sex between adults. No one gets harmed. Quite the contrary. Somebody could end up being very happy!
On the other hand she was definitely no lesbian in her own eyes. Certainly not! So anything happening would have to be this special way that she had considered completely impossible. And that had made her forget the whole thing for a long while. Almost! Well... actually not at all!
She almost missed the exit off to the mall, and had to swerve her car over into the exit lane at the sounds of screaming breaks all around her!
Was something like this really able to bring her so totally out of focus?!? She really thought she had some experience in life by now.
She quickly parked in the huge lot, and started the short walk down to the other mall. The cold wind helped to cool down her body and mind. Ten minutes should be just about enough to calm her frayed nerves.
