I stood at the door with my colorfully wrapped gift. I had just rung the doorbell a minute before and was waiting patiently. I'm 19 years old and it was my friend Janet's 20th birthday, and she was having a birthday party that evening. Nothing huge, a few of her relatives and a few friends, but I had been looking forward to it nonetheless.
A man I didn't recognize opened the front door. He smiled when he saw me.
"Hi, you must be one of Janet's friends. I'm her Uncle John, please come in."
I went inside, "Thank you, I'm Melanie." I stuck my hand out and he shook it gently.
"It's lovely to meet you Melanie. I've met almost all of Janet's friends, but I know I haven't met you, I would definitely have remembered it if I had."
I blushed as he smiled down at me, "Thanks."
John had beautiful blue-green eyes and was tall. He had a terrific smile too. A rush of butterflies flew into my tummy.
"Melanie!" Janet came running in from the kitchen "Ooh Melanie, a gift," she giggled. "Thank you."
Over the next twenty minutes or so the guests arrived, and then Melanie proceeded to do the most important thing during a birthday party - open the presents. She got a lot of nice things clothes, money, cds (two of which were from me) and a lot of other stuff. Then Charlie, Janet's Dad, brought out her birthday cake and we all settled at the long table in the dining room. We were all chattering excitedly about the party and the gifts.
Being that the cake was in the middle of the table, I had to stand up to cut my slice of cake. When I was slicing with my right hand, my left hand got in the way and I accidentally cut myself.
"Ow!" I squealed.
"What happened?" Janet asked.
"I cut myself," and I headed to the bathroom.
"I'll help you," I heard John's voice say as I walked down the hallway. John was behind and I suspected he was sneaking glances at my bottom, which I didn't mind at all.
John then walked ahead of me as we both walked into the bathroom. He heated up a washcloth for me and told me to keep it wound tightly around the cut. With having to hold my finger for several minutes to stop the bleeding, a conversation was inevitable as I sat on the bathroom counter and John stood next to it.
"Is it feeling any better?" John asked, genuinely concerned.
I nodded, "Yes, thanks for helping me."
John cleared his throat, "I'm surprised you didn't come tonight with your boyfriend."
"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend."
"You're kidding."
I giggled, "No, I'm not kidding."
He leaned against the counter and grinned at me, "I thought someone as pretty as you must be already attached."
I shook my head and smiled, "No, I'm not. Are you?โฆAttached I mean."
He looked surprised at my question, "No, I'm not married and I don't have a girlfriend or anything."
"That surprises me, since you're so cute and everything."
He chuckled, "I bet you tell that to all the boys."
"Not that it makes me any less sincere though," I said and we both kind of laughed. A silence passed through, and it was awkward, but exciting.
"I turned 19 a few months ago and Janet was the brains behind the surprise party, it really was a lot of fun."
"19," he said. "Wow, that's so young. I'm an oldster, I'm 58."
I touched his arm, "Don't be silly, that's not old at all."
He blushed at my remark and changed the subject, "Here, let's get that finger wrapped up."
He held my hand in his large one and, having taken away the damp cloth, he gently dabbed my finger dry with a new one. There was definitely sexual tension in the air, so thick you could slice it. I felt his face so close to mine as he nursed my wound. He really should be a male nurse, I thought to myself. He's so gentle. He then wrapped a band aid around my finger tip.
I was kind of at a loss not really knowing what to do or say, but John made up my mind for me.
He slid his hands around my waist and planted his lips gently on mine. All the pent up sexual energy we had felt around each other was being released with this passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and stroked his ear, which seem to encourage him as he started kissing me harder. I spread my jean-clad legs and he put his hand on my thighs which drew a low moan from both of us. I broke off the kiss and told him we'd better go back to the party or someone might get suspicious.
Back at the table, John's seat wasn't directly across from me, he was more like diagonally across from me, and for the rest of the party we exchanged little glances and smiles, like we were two little kids who had just gotten away with something so naughty.
About two hours later the party was wrapping up and the guests were starting to leave. Charlie, John and I were cleaning up the mess on the kitchen table. I was a guest and not entitled to clean up, but since it got me near John, I was all for it. When we were in the kitchen alone together, he gave me his phone number and I was thrilled that I could call him and be able to meet with him again.
The next morning I woke up in my comfy bed at home. Since I was in college, and pretty much broke, I lived in my parents house in the summer and then in my own apartment during the school year.
I turned and laid on my back, thinking about the night before. John was such a special man I could tell that from the get-go. The clock read 11:15 a.m. Should I call him? I wondered. I decided, yes, I should. I dialed the number and waited nervously for John to pick up.
"Hello?" he said.
I smiled at the sound of his voice, "Hi John, it's me, Melanie."
"Well, hello there Melanie. It's great to hear from you."
We made small talk and I learned that John had only been back in town for about a month. He had recently been hired as a hotel auditor and he wanted to move back in town to be closer to work. We talked a little bit about the party, but with our attraction for one and another and our flirtatiousness, it didn't take long for the conversation to be steered into making a date.
"I can't believe a man like you lives all by himself," I said.
He laughed, "I don't mind it too much. Though being in this apartment by myself, it does get a little lonely once in a while. Melanie, would you like to have dinner with me tonight around eight o'clock?"
"I'd love to!"
And so our plan was set. I was so excited! After I hung up, I decided to pick out my outfit right then and there. It took a long time of debating, but I decided on a light blue skirt and a white blouse. Then I went downstairs to see what was going on with my parents.
"Hi Daddy," I said to my Dad as I entered the kitchen.
"Hello sweetie, what are your plans for this weekend?" he asked.
"Well, nothing for tomorrow, but I have a date tonight."
I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat down across from him.
"Do I know him?"
"No, Daddy, you don't know him. His name is John, I met him at Janet's party last night."
"I bet he's a very kind boy," my father remarked. Boy? I thought to myself. This man wasn't exactly a boy. I held back a giggle. "Is he in college?"
I shook my head, "No, Daddy."
"Did he graduate already?"
"Oh, Daddy why all the questions all the time? I don't know if he graduated, I don't know that much about him except that I like him."
I stopped mid-bite. As old-fashioned as it was, my father always liked to meet all my dates, even first dates. It just occurred to me that my Dad was going to meeting John, my date, who was older than he was! I excused myself and went up to my room. It was a bizarre situation, but the kinkiness of it made me horny.