Josephine got up from the bed and went into my bathroom to freshen up. Watching her 18-year-old, 5'4", enticing young body saunter off after I demolished her almost got me hard again. When she returned she had raided my walk-in closet and come back wearing one of my white undershirts. The hem of the shirt just barely reached the tops of her thighs. Her fully alert nipples poked through the material.
"Come on, sir," Josephine said, pulling me out of bed, "I want another drink." I put on a pair of black athletic shorts and a grey t-shirt and joined her back near the kitchen where our wine glasses had been deposited. I refilled her wine and we both settled into a nearby couch in my living room. She reacquired her purse and accessories and tied her wild mane of hair into a quick bun above her head.
She sat with her feet resting under her butt and both legs pressed together, pointed toward me. Her sunkissed legs were on full display. With every small movement she made I caught myself looking up the shirt she was using as a dress... hoping to catch a glimpse of her perfect, smooth little pussy.
Josephine and I sat on my couch for half an hour sipping wine and getting to know each other better. She had already looked into moving into the dorms in the fall. She had accepted the summer internship she wanted, but could not afford to take until today. I told her my story of starting the construction company, where my adult children were now (both of whom were at least ten years older than Josephine), and my dating life.
Until that morning, the youngest partner I had in the previous ten years was a 27-year-old hotel concierge in Las Vegas. A trade show perk. The next youngest non-fling was a 38-year-old architect I had dated on-and-off for a year before she moved to London. My golf buddies and local network would set me up with (what they considered) age-appropriate companions who were at least 40. Since my wife had passed many years prior, I was clear with every prospect that I was not looking to remarry. I figured grandchildren would be on the way soon, I occasionally got the travel itch, and frankly I had done lifelong commitment already.
Josephine recounted tales of growing up primarily with a single father who was, by all accounts, a bit of a roughneck. She had nonetheless blossomed into a feminine and capable young woman. She credited an aunt, grandmother, and a few mentors for guiding her to art, athletics, and answering questions she did not want to ask her father.
"Like what questions?" I asked. Josephine giggled.
"All the girl questions," she said, "I'm sure you don't want to hear them. Often times it was uterus stuff."
I didn't balk at the subject, "I have seen two human beings emerge from a vagina, Josephine. Period questions aren't going to scare me."
She laughed. "Yeah I guess that's true," she said, "I'm used to high school boys - even college guys - who get nervous about anything they can't see."
"Been with a lot of college men have you?" I asked, "Those wildly older men... aged 21."
She smiled and winked at me, "Yeah I set a personal record for myself today. 'Oldest guy I have hooked up with' is now a bar firmly set much higher. My previous best was 20." I hung my head in mock shame and disgrace.
"You definitely moved the bar," I joked.
"When was the last time you slept with someone who was 18?" Josephine asked. I couldn't help but be drawn to her confidence, a maturity beyond her years.
"Ummm," I thought back - deep - into my memory, "Probably when I was 19 or 20. I met my wife in college when we were both 21. I had only been with a couple women up to that point."
"You never cheated on your wife?" Josephine asked. I shook my head.
"No," I said, "One time I made out with a waitress at a company holiday party and I once got pretty frisky on a dance floor at a conference. Nothing too exciting. I told my wife about the waitress, I was 40 at the time. She didn't really care. She said she had an intrigue with our landscaping manager for several months and they got a little hot-and-bothered before she stopped things. I also didn't mind. Fidelity for a lifetime is pretty tough, we did better than most."
She took a sip of her wine and seemed to nod in approval. "That is pretty admirable."
"What about you?" I asked, "You've been with two guys? What's your story?"
