At my age, 56, sex with a young girl means someone who's 40 or maybe even 36. Anyone younger than that you start to feel as if you are committing some sort of crime and will be busted by the police and end up in prison as some guy's bitch. Maybe that's what keeps some of us "in line." I've been single for ten years now and have dated numerous women although that special one has been quite elusive.
I've kept myself in pretty good shape. Although I've never been a runner I do jog on a daily basis and go to the gym when the weather precludes outdoor activity, like all winter long.
I live in a town of about 24,000 people and the section I live in the houses are all on lots of at least a half acre so no one lives on top of someone else. Even so I've gotten to know my neighbors pretty well over the years. There's always some activity going on at the large grassy park near the center of town and we all tend to congregate there and exchange stories.
My next door neighbors on one side are a slightly younger couple who have three kids, two boys and girl, all still in high school. The neighbors right across the street are slightly older and all their kids, also two boys and a girl are out of college. Their daughter, Amanda who was just 22, recently moved back in with them after her marriage of a year fell apart. She had been away at a conference and got home a little earlier than expected only to find her husband in bed with a girl from the local high school.
I hadn't seen Mandy, that's what we call her, since she moved back. I was sitting out on my front porch one evening last week when I saw her emerge from the house across the street. She was dressed like she was going out for a run. I hate yelling to someone so when I saw her look over at me I waved to her and mouthed the word hi. When she was growing up Mandy spent a lot of time at my house visiting with my daughters. Now that my daughters were all out of college and moved away it was nice to see her and remind me of those days, the good ole days. I could see Mandy smile and she walked directly across the street to my porch.
"Hi Mister Oh." All the kids have always called me that. It's a nickname one of my daughter's friends first started calling me and it took and stuck. Mandy picked it up from one of them.
"Hi Mandy, how're you doing?" Mandy looked wonderful in her tee shirt and shorts. She had very long runner's legs but I could see that her upper body had put on weight since I had last seen her. She seemed a little more busty now and her waist wasn't quite so thin as before so I surmised that she hadn't kept up with her exercise routine. She still had her long auburn hair which she now had pulled back in a pony tail and her gorgeous green eyes. It seemed to me, however, that she was even prettier now than when I had last seen her.
"I'm doing all right," she said a little hesitantly. I could hear something in her voice that said her statement wasn't entirely true. Then suddenly she said, "No, things are totally fucked!"
I simply asked her what she meant by that and Mandy went on a tear. First she told me what a shit her husband had been and although I already knew the general details from her parents Mandy went deep down into her feelings of anger towards him and then off on all men in general. She told me how guys in high school had screwed her over and then how guys at the community college she went to treated her crappy.
Then finally after talking for about five minutes straight she said, "I'm sorry, I don't mean you of course. You've always been a total sweetheart."
"Well thank you for that." I said with a broad smile and a bit of a chuckle in my voice. My eyes wandered down from her eyes to her breasts where I noticed her nipples showing taut. The night was rather warm and there was only the hint of a breeze and it wasn't in the least bit cool so I assumed her hard nipples were from some other cause, most likely all the emotion she had just shown.
"So you still dating Barbara?" Mandy asked.
"Nah, we weren't right for each other."
"How's that?"
"Well," I thought briefly about what I was going to say and how I'd prefer not to, "I found her in my bathroom one evening doing a line of coke. It ended that instant."
"Wow, coke huh?"
"Yeah, that's bad shit."
"You ever done drugs?"
"When I was younger I did a little pot but that's all."
"I haven't but I'd like to try."
"It's not worth it."
Mandy thought for a second and then asked, "So you got anyone new in mind you'd like to date?"
I thought that was stepping over the line a little but decided to let it pass as Mandy had opened up so much of herself, "No, not yet. I was thinking of calling Jennifer though."
"Jennifer?" She asked with a not knowing look on her face. "Do I know her?"
"I think so. She's the one who played Rachel on Friends."
"Oh yeah," Mandy said going along with it, "Brad's out of the picture now so you've got a clear field."
We both chuckled at her remark and then once again my eyes wandered down to Mandy's breasts. I briefly wondered if she was even wearing a bra and then I caught myself thinking I shouldn't be obvious as it was quite rude.
"Yes I am," Mandy said suddenly.
"What?" I asked confused.
"I am wearing a bra." I was blown away. How had she known what I was thinking. "I know guys, that's how I knew."
"Wait a minute, can you mind read?" I asked her incredulously.
"No, but you just asked how I knew."
"No I didn't, well, not out loud anyway."
"Well, you did but you mumbled so maybe you only thought you were thinking it." Mandy laughed and said, "does it matter?"
"No, I guess not." I replied more than a little embarrassed.
"Brad said my boobs were too big and floppy." Brad was her ex-husband.