She was tall, slender and incredibly elegant, this Holly that was on another of my field trips into Amish country through the university. Fifty-five years of living had served her well, erasing about any inhibition she could have had in the past and still keeping a stunning appearance. A shameless flirt, a fun-loving woman, she illuminated everywhere she went that day. As we all said our goodbyes that evening and went our separate ways, I never dreamed it was going to be just an hour and I would begin to discover how she defined fun-loving.
It was exactly sixty minutes after I'd dropped off the van and got back to the house when the phone rang. Holly was on the line, calling from the phone booth just down the street. She'd dropped her friend Mary who'd been along on the trip off at her place and was wondering if I'd mind her stopping by. I remembered the obvious wedding ring, him some bank executive, and knew this one had too much class, too much breeding to be a wild child. It would be fine, a new friend in the making and I was dumber than ape shit.
After about half an hour I was finally beginning to realize sex had nothing to do with love, courtship or any other ritual we guys use to get into women's pants. It was a recreational pursuit for this lady, about like a round of golf without the greens fees. Thirty minutes at my place and I'd been laid with a promise of more, the husband away for the weekend and Holly more than pleased to spend the night if I had an extra toothbrush. Then she filled me in on Holly Life.
Getting into bed did have something to do with the love thing but that was a long time before, back with the first husband. Not so much with the second and even less with the third, he'd gotten her in the feathers on the first date and married her a week later. There'd been a guy or two in between but she still had reservations every time a man turned her head. After all, God hadn't blessed her with much when it came to endowment. She was glad that hadn't been an issue with me.
Then again, I wasn't an issue for her, me not getting any praise for size, apparently dwarfed by one of the previous lovers that had really been what guys claim to be. I got high marks and kept in the saddle for my staying power and frequency though, especially when morning came and four times had made me come too. A nice evening and the beginning of two weeks of OK sex for both of us. I thought in the process I was figuring out the 80's woman finally. Come to find out, I didn't have a clue yet.
It was a couple of weeks later, us laying in bed after the deed was done, when Holly curled up against me and said, "Babe? I need a favor. You remember my friend Mary?"
I nodded, Mary the pudgy blonde buddy of Holly's on the trip. Quite, almost shy, but seemed pretty nice.
"She needs help, baby."
"Sure," I said with a nod. "What can I do?"
Honest to God, I was so dumb it took a full minute of Holly grinning at me for it all to sink in. It took another full minute to come to grips with the concept I was nothing but a stud to Holly and, if I wanted, Mary too. It took half a second for me to shit myself at what was said next.
"Be good to her, baby and then we'll be very good to you, OK? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Take the old ladies to Heaven. Baby like?"
