I've corresponded over the years with many readers and several questions keep coming up. Why did I start my "Doin The Boss" series using the pen name Constance and later change to my real name? Simple, I had this crazy thought someone might recognize me from what I wrote. Later, feeling safer and doing a head shrug, I decided to go with my given name.
Others asked if there really was a Lin, and was he a former boss? Absolutely, there is Lin and he's very special to me. While I might embellish a little in my stories, they are basically written around my feelings and real occurrences.
The other top question is whether Lin was the first older guy I'd messed around with (no) or if I really enjoyed oral sex as I write about it (definitely yes).
All got me thinking about pre-Lin, pre-Doin the Boss, and after I'd been with several guys earning my spurs in basements, backseats of cars and other places where one could be naughty and parents weren't around. Quite frankly, I wasn't real adventurous really. Just a girl growing up I guess. My girlfriends Stephanie, Anne and Betty Ann all traded stories during sleepovers, and we learned at a time when porn wasn't as mainstream as today.
My parents were pretty cool but they did keep a keen eye on me and made sure my exploits around the house were PG. Still, like all kids, I sampled life and tried things out and compared notes with my friends and so forth. Just growing up, I know, we've all been there at one time or another.
In any event, yes, Lin is a real live guy, and yes, I still see him and he still rocks my socks. But my really first older guy was a sweet guy: Bobby.
Bobby was a guy who sat next to us at the Philadelphia Flyers games. My parents had three seats, which they generally took, and the third was taken my either my older brother or myself.
We had sat next to Bobby and his wife Sydney for several years.
As it were I'd sit on one side of Bobby, Sydney on the other. We would joke he was the thorn between two roses. We'd cheer, boo and during intermission talk about our jobs or sports or whatever. Bobby was just a wealth of information, and to be honest I was a bit jealous of Sydney. The beautiful woman found a great guy many years ago, I was still having trouble finding anyone who was special.
Sydney was always looking perfect, even in jeans and a sweatshirt, and I admired the way heads turned when she was around. Once at a game she wore a skirt and I thought the guys in the rows in front of us would lose their eyesight from sneaking glances back trying to get a glimpse up her skirt.
When Bobby's employer transferred him to center city he was in the office building just a couple blocks from me, and a couple times we'd meet for lunch at a local salad bar place. Once one of my co-workers saw us together and latest asked if he wasn't too old for me, and I laughed and said he was just a friend of the family. I mean, he was 10 years older and for crying out loud, married.
Still it was kind of nice talking with him. Along the way he asked if I was dating anyone special. And being just 19 years old, a year out of high school and fancy free, I said no, but that I was dating several guys who were nice but "not as nice as him." Okay, so I enjoyed flirting with him.
I'd tell him about David, the accountant, and Chucky the college student. I said I had a crush on Mr. Dawson at the Secretarial School (yes, that what it was), and thinking back it still has that name in its title although it's known for producing executive assistants.
Bobby was an elder figure I could open up and speak with on a variety of topics. I couldn't do it with my dad, he'd be appalled at some of our conversations! And mom, she was great, but still, some of my talks with Bobby would have been frowned upon.
On one occasion he was quite down and I asked what was wrong and he said he and Sydney had been fighting, a fact one would never know because they'd been at the game the night before seeming normal. He explained, carefully, that he'd wanted a little something different in the bedroom and she shut him down...for a month. He just wanted something she'd do before they were married all the time and now did not. From his tone I kind of figured it was oral sex, and asked if it had to do with Sydney being on her knees.
Bobby blushed, and didn't say a word.
I told him I said "no" to guys on a regular basis, so get over it!
We laughed and joked and while there was a real difference in age it was somehow alright. That was the thing that was special. There was an age difference but we'd developed into soul friends. We could talk about just about anything, from my homework to his work presentations. From my boyfriends to his wife, from the jerks we each had to deal with at work to the pressures of our commutes.
Sydney mentioned at a game she was going to the west coast on business. During intermission I asked Bobby if he would be out at a strip club or chasing skirts while his wife was away. He laughed and said, "No, not unless you are dancing there or wearing something short to work," he joked.
During second intermission I told him it could be arranged and he looked shocked at me.
"You aren't kidding, Robyn, you are serious."
I nodded and slipped him my cell phone number. "Call me."
I was totally surprised Friday when he did. He said Sydney called nightly at 10 but wondered if we could meet for dinner the following night.
Pausing, I said, nope, but my parents were going away for the weekend and we could meet at my house in the evening.
There was a problem. I had a date with Richard, and I'd cancelled on him twice and he had already bought tickets to the big Flower Show at the Convention Center. Disappointed, Bobby said we could do it some other time. But I told him I'd call him in the morning because I had an idea.
Look, I know it was wrong. I knew it was older.
But I thought I could make something happen and satisfy an urge and get to know him a little "better" and nobody would be the wiser.
Saturday morning he called and I told him to get to my house before 8, with the front door key being under the mat.
