It had been several weeks since Aimie and I had gotten to know each other a little better than I knew the rest of my daughter's friends. I had known the girls since they were in junior high school; I hadn't known any of them as well as I knew Aimie now.
We had spent last weekend at my house after shopping for a car for her and a nice evening at a restaurant. I had figured that Aimie was angling for financial help when she began showing interest in me. After all, I was literally old enough to be her father; she was the same age as my daughter, and was in fact one of her best friends. To my surprise, she had been sexually interested in me for years. We had enjoyed each other's bodies that Saturday night, and my security system had recorded every detail.
Aimie had left that Sunday morning saying she had to get ready for class. I had offered her help in getting her car, and to my surprise she had agreed only to help with the down payment on a nice used car. I had offered to buy it for her, and she had laughed and said that if I wanted to pay her for services rendered, it wouldn't be a car she was interested in. She hadn't answered, even on the drive back to the university.
I wasn't sure what to do now. When I had dropped her off, she had given me a very full kiss in front of the other students, and made me promise that I was going to call her soon. It was now Wednesday, and I hadn't called because I didn't now what to say. My daughter called yesterday, thanking me for "helping Aimie out" over the weekend. Considering everything, I felt that Aimie had helped me out a lot more than I had helped her. I was forced to talk to Anne about taking Aimie to a restaurant, and she wanted to know if Aimie had been appreciative. I told her yes, very much so, even though Aimie had bought the dinner.
Reviewing the security systems disks on Sunday afternoon, I had been aroused once again by the sweetness and sexiness of the young girl who had given herself to me. The system recorded sounds as well as high quality pictures onto DVDs, and I thought the sound of our sex was more exciting than the pictures. Although she was not a "screamer", Aimie was not a quiet fuck. I was able to listen to her moans as I had fucked her, the gurgling sounds of her swallowing my prick and the quiet conversation we had between sessions. I had left the originals as they were, but had edited some CD's that covered what had ended up being one of the best nights of my life. I was not someone who ever use it in such a way to embarrass Aimie, but I was really glad that I had this great video to refresh my memory sometime in the future, should I need it. I somehow felt that my memory wouldn't need any refreshing, at least not for a while.
What was I going to do now? I wanted to call her and ask her to come over to the house tonight. Hell, I wanted to invite her to move in and stay as long as she wanted. At least my prick wanted me to; my mind didn't know what it wanted. I was a successful businessman in this town. Although Columbus was a large city in some ways, it was still a small town that was full of people who weren't from there, but were constantly coming into the city from the surrounding country. It didn't have the big city attitude that a lot of other cities developed. What would happen if I started showing up at parties and dinners with a teenager? And did I really care? I wasn't exactly the prototype "success story" that everyone expected. Although I owned a profitable business, I didn't live in the areas where all the other business types lived. My house wasn't the huge mansion that others had built with their profits; I lived in a very nice house but it was probably half (or less) the size of most of the other people I knew in the same situation.
As I thought more about it, the less I was concerned with what society thought of my affair with Aimie. I realized that I seldom went to parties or dinners with anyone from the business world. When I went out, it was usually with friends from my past, people who I had worked with on the way up. I wasn't a party animal who went out to raise hell every Saturday night just to show of my money or anything else. Every so often, some of us would get together and have dinner and hit a dance club or a bar somewhere. Other than get-togethers for holidays, that was about it.
A bigger problem was going to be Anne and the other girls. My business kept me occupied most of the time, and included travel fairly often, but I still got to visit with my daughter on regular occasions. I was worried about how Anne would respond to Aimie and I fucking. And what would the other girls think? Aimie had suggested that all of the girls had fantasized about me when they were younger, but what would they think if they knew?
Sitting on the deck on the back of the house where Aimie and I had watched deer run through the valley, drinking a Chivas over ice, I came to the conclusion that what others thought of what was going on wasn't as important as the way she made me feel when we were together. Not just fucking, but even when we were at the restaurant I had enjoyed her company more than I had enjoyed being with any woman for years. This came as a bit of a surprise to me, as I had always dismissed other men who had younger girlfriends and claimed that they were able to have meaningful relationships with them. I just assumed it was the sex. Now I found myself wanting to call her, and didn't care about the consequences.
One of her college friends answered the phone. "Oh, you must be Ed. You DO sound like a real man! Aimie isn't here, but I'll tell her to call you." I could here giggling and someone asking a question as she hung up, and wondered about my decision for a few minutes. Oh well, it was already done.
When she called, I apologized for not calling her before now. She just laughed, and said that she figured that I had a lot to think about. She had loaded up the first part of the week with classes so that her weekends were free, and had been very busy anyway. I assumed that this was a nice way to let me know that she was available. The tone of her voice got lower and husky sounding when we agreed to get together on Friday afternoon to handle getting her a car. I was pretty sure that she was looking forward to the weekend as much as I was. I would have to make excuses at the office, but didn't really care. Everything was going smoothly enough, and I didn't take many days off.
When I went to the school to pick her up, she had thrown a bag in the back seat, telling me that she was going to spend the night at Anne's. Some of her girlfriends were standing there to see what I looked like, I guess, and I was a little surprised at the pride that Aimie showed when she told them good-bye. I thought about it as we drove to the car dealership, and came to the conclusion that our relationship wasn't as one-sided as I had thought.
Maybe to a young college girl an affair with a successful older man was something to be proud of. I had been looking at the situation from a man's point of view; if I had the chance to have wonderful sex with a gorgeous young woman, this was a good thing! But Aimie had obviously been bragging to her friends about the situation, so she wasn't exactly ashamed of what we were doing. The looks on her young roommates faces had been very close to jealousy.
As we drove along and chatted, I thought back to my college days and a professor of psychology who had discussed a theory of his about sexual attraction. Although women often complained about older men finding young, teenage girls sexually attractive, he had worked out a theory that this was due to years of evolution.
In the days before civilization took over, if a man wanted to ensure his genes were handed on, he had numerous children. If a man wanted to have lots of kids, he had them with a young girl. Not only was she able to have children, she would be around longer to ensure that they survived to adulthood. Therefore, for hundreds of thousands of years, men naturally were attracted to younger women.
On the other hand, for hundreds of thousands of years, if a woman wanted her children to survive to adulthood, she looked for the protection of the most powerful man that she could find. For many eons, this would be the leader of the clan, or some other senior man. Today, a man with power might be a man with money, political office, or some other position that gave them power over a young girl. That also meant that he would be older. Thus, younger women found older men attractive.
Some men thought that young women were just being "gold diggers" when they saw them with older men. Hell, I had been thinking the same thing myself. Now, I had to wonder. Maybe fucking me was a jewel in Aimie's crown! Well, at least it didn't hurt my ego to think so!
