Having turned 45 a little while back, I decided to regrow the beard I'd had up until my mid-30s. I was single now, and with no kids or wife to point me at a razor, the beard came along quite readily. It filled out over a period of about a month, and I was quite pleased with the result.
I'd actually been out of town for most of the "growth period", helping my former business partner put an upstairs on his house, so that when I returned home fulltime, it was the first chance most of my friends and acquaintences had had to see the new me.
I must admit, that while I'd been helping Russell with his extension, I had missed my young friend at the neighborhood bakery. Kelly attends the local college, and is the absolute epitome of 19-year-old-drop-dead-gorgeous-blonde. And for reasons known only to herself, she's been coming on to me for the past year that's she's worked at the bakery.
God knows I've tried to remain aloof, but I can't begin to guess how many masturbation sessions have been built around visions of Kelly. The way she always manages to stroke my palm as she gives me my change. The way her face lights up when I walk in the door. The way she almost purrs,
"Well, hello"
at me. (And it's not even
"hello"
- she splits it into two very distinct syllables, with a clear subtext in the middle, of
"fuck, you make me horny!"
)
So, it's been almost five weeks since I've seen Kelly, and my first day remains a disappointment, as it appears she's not working. I buy a loaf of bread and head home, where later that night my right hand and I savagely contemplate tomorrow.
She generally only works afternoons - after classes - and the hours almost crawl by. Eleven o'clock! I go for a run to pass some time. Shower, shave (again), cup of tea. Twelve-thirty! Jesus, clock, hurry it up!
I decide to walk to the shops - it'll use up another ten minutes. And there she is! I spot the blonde ponytail as I round the corner by the butcher. My heart is pounding now, even though I have nothing planned, other than to spend the usual few minutes in the flirtaceous company of this young goddess.
She's finishing up with the only other customer as I enter, and her eyes flash briefly toward me, first registering only another customer. Then, the double-take. Her cheery dialogue with the old lady dries up for a second or two, then she mumbles something and hands the woman her change, switching her attention to me.
Ten seconds earlier I was beside the embers of a dying fire - now I'm bathed in fifty million megawatts of pure solar energy, as Kelly's face lights up from within. I can see she's taking in the new beard, and she likes what she sees. (It's been nothing but compliments from everyone that I have run into, with women especially insisting that the beard takes 10 years off me)
