I had decided to go back to school and work on a degree, so I could do something different with my life. At forty five, I was semi retired as a general contractor, but I wanted to do something that was both fun, and would sock away even more cash for another ten years or so. I was initially greeted with some skepticism by the other, much younger students, but they soon came to realize I was pretty savvy to the real world, and didn't take any crap from the professors either.
While considerably older than everyone I was hanging out with, I still looked a lot younger, and acted that way as well. It wasn't long before everyone pretty much accepted me as someone they could both hang out with and trust, so after a month or so, I was invited to an underground party that was being put on in an old warehouse near the docks. We weren't given any further instructions until thirty minutes prior to its kicking off, to lessen the chances of it being infiltrated by some undercover cops.
I showed up wearing snug-fitting jeans and sneakers, along with my usual black, sleeveless HD tee shirt and was immediately questioned at the door by a guy in his mid thirties or so, acting as security.
"Kinda old to be here, ain'tcha?" he inquired suspiciously, as I handed him the cover charge. "You a cop?"
"No," I replied, "I got an invite just like everyone else."
I showed him my text message, and he shrugged; waving me in. I grabbed a Dixie cup of beer and started looking for familiar faces. It wasn't long before I ran into a group of kids I knew from my art class.
"Hey Jack!" one of them said, as he clapped me on the back. "Wasn't sure you'd make it, Old Man; hanging out with us younger whippersnappers and all."
"Oh, I took my pain meds, strapped on a pair of Depends and left my walker in the car." I responded with a smile. "Smart ass."
He introduced me to some of the others that I hadn't met yet. I recognized a few from the halls or outside, and had conversations with a few of them. About that time, a slim blonde in a cute yellow sundress and ballet shoes, with some seriously pushed-up knockers, sidled up with a beer in her hand and looked me over.
"Hey Pops." she giggled. "You lose your granddaughter or something?"
The music was getting pretty loud, and lights were flashing in crazy patterns, as she began to gyrate around me. I used to hit the clubs back in the 90s when I was a bit younger, so I set my beer down and began moving around her in the opposite direction, making contact every now and then to prove a point.
"Hey, you're not half bad!" she said, with a surprised look on her face.
"Neither are you." I replied. "What's your name?"
"Gina." she responded, as she put her empty hand on my shoulder and changed her rhythm to match mine.
"I'm Jack." I said with a smile. "I've seen you around campus before, I think."
"I've seen you too." she asserted. "What's a professor doing here, anyway?"
"I dunno." I said with a shrug. "I'm a student."
"No way!" Gina exclaimed. "For real?"
"Yep. I retired early a few years back, and now I'm bored." I explained. "I want to learn something else that'll give me some more cash when I head for the mountains in a few years."
"Cool!" she responded, flashing another smile at me. "Well, I'll see you around, Jack!"
With that, she was off to mingle with someone else. I took the time to see what was going on, and noticed someone who looked even more out of place than I did. It was a very pretty brunette who looked like she was about to give birth to a baby elephant. I have a thing for preggos, so I made my way in her direction. She seemed very uncomfortable, and was sitting by herself, although another chick who looked like a younger version of her popped back into the picture from time to time.
I ran into a few more people along the way, so it was probably ten minutes or so before I finally managed to make my way over to her. She looked like was about thirty years old or so, and her belly was huge! She had to be carrying twins or something, inside of that sexy belly of hers.
"Hey there!" I called out over the music, as I approached her. "You sure look out of place!"
"Look who's talking!" she hollered back. "You stuck in the 80s or something?"
I laughed and shook my head.
"Nah, I'm going back to school is all." I replied. "Mind if I sit next you?"
"Not at all." said with a slight head shake. "I'm bored off my ass. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to. "I'm Rachel, by the way."
"Jack Curry." I replied, offering my hand.
She shook it, and I sat down; staring at her enormous, pregnant belly. It was sticking straight out, like half of an oil tank or something.
"Twins?" I inquired. "You look like you're about to pop."
She shook her head.
"Triplets. I'm only six and a half months."
"Holy shit!" I burst out. "You look great! I mean..."
I faltered a bit, as I realized I'd given myself away. Rachel didn't seem fazed at all, and instead, smiled at my backhanded compliment.
"Have a thing for knocked-up Nellies, do you?" she inquired with the biggest, shit-eating grin I'd ever seen.
I was busted, so I figured I may as well admit it. Maybe her husband wasn't giving her any and I'd have a shot at her. I had always fantasized about fucking a pregnant chick, but never had the opportunity before. One as over sized as her would be a hell of a prize, too; at least to me.
"There's nothing as beautiful as woman who is with child." I stated. "I'm sure your husband would agree."
"I'm not married." she replied with a warm smile, opening the conversation to take a different turn.
"Boyfriend?"
She shook her head and smiled flirtatiously.
"Nope. Hopelessly single. I'm carrying for my younger sister, who dragged me here tonight to try and set me up with someone." she snorted. "Fat chance at that! Everyone's stoned or high already. Like that's really where I have my sights set. So I'm available, and no kids to interfere, if you're interested."
So it was out! We were both fishing, and seemed to like what we were netting. More and more people were obviously getting lit, and the lights were flashing faster than ever. At that point, the DJ started playing "Mr. Curry is a cop," and several people pointed in my direction and waved. Suddenly, the spotlight was on me, and I stood up, making some idiot John Travolta moves from "Saturday Night Fever," which caused everyone to erupt into laughter. I waved in a "screwing the lightbulb fashion," and sat back dawn, as the party continued.
"That was pretty funny." Rachel giggled. "Oh, this is my sister - Ashley - by the way."
The same chick I'd seen with her earlier, showed up and smiled.
"Who's your friend, Sis?" she inquired. "I saw the light on him a couple minutes ago."
"Mr. Curry." Rachel replied, winking at me.
"Are you a cop?" Ashley asked with a grin.
"Nah, I'm back in school's all." I said with a smile. "But that's why they put the spot on me. Someone obviously thought it would be funny."