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He shrugs.
“Well, I’m offering now. So what’s the big deal?”
I roll my eyes and grit my teeth.
“The big deal is that we’ve allegedly been seeing each other for months and yet we don’t behave like a couple. You have your interests, and I have mine. Fine. But I don’t think we should see each other anymore, at least not in a romantic sense. I’m sorry Brian, but we’re through. I hope you understand.”
He pauses for a moment, chewing his cud and then nods.
“Okay sure,” he shrugs. “But does that mean you want to use my virtual reality headset or not?”
A few beats of silence pass as I goggle at him in disbelief. Really? Is this what this conversation has come down to? A jaunt in cyberspace as I punch and kick fruitlessly at imaginary invading aliens?
But there’s no sense in getting worked up at this late stage.
“Great,” I manage with a tight smile. “Then we’re on the same page. And no, I don’t need a turn with your headset. I’m good.”
With that, I click off and return to the silence of my kitchen. What just happened? I guess Brian really didn’t care. It’s not that I wanted him to cry and throw a fit, even if I do find him to be an annoying asshole. Still, I thought he would be affected a little bit. A teensy, weensy, tiny little bit maybe? But no. Instead, Brian acted as if we were discussing the weather.
But I guess it’s better that he didn’t have much of a reaction, because dramatics would have been too much. Now, I just want to move on from this disaster of a ‘relationship’ and forget that it even happened. At least I don’t have to ‘hang out’ with Brian anymore, which entailed watching him play some ridiculous game for hours on end before calling it a night and heading home.
Plus now that that’s out of the way, I can get to know Gary in all the ways a man and a woman understand each other. Is it wrong if I pursue a relationship with the father after breaking up with the son? Is that immoral or bad? Should I have revealed our tryst to Brian, or at least dropped a hint?
Yet, I hold the secret in my heart and smile to myself once more. After all, my old business has been concluded and now, I’m ready to start anew … with an older man who promises my body, heart, and soul what his son never could.
I’ll take this as a win.
5
Gary
A week later.
Ever since my interlude with Patty, I’ve merely been going through the motions. My body is on autopilot at all times and my mind is elsewhere because I can’t stop thinking about the curvy girl. Even better (or worse, depending on how you frame the situation) I can’t stop thinking about what we did because it was so hot, nasty, and forbidden all at once. I literally had sex with my son’s girlfriend while Brian kickboxed not ten feet away.
Holy shit, how did that happen? Yet I know exactly how it happened because I’ve been eyeing Patty for months now. The pretty brunette’s come over a couple times in the past, and I couldn’t help but notice her. It wasn’t anything she wore. It was the way she carried herself, with that bright smile and her luscious curves. It was the way her personality came through, sweet and true, lighting up my day.
But still, it was wrong of me to sleep with my son’s girlfriend with Brian only a few feet away. I don’t exactly deserve to win the Father of the Year award now, do I? But as much guilt as there is, I still can’t find it in myself to regret what happened because I’ve never experienced so much pleasure with a woman. Plus, our encounter was rushed and hurried, and I didn’t let the beast out of the cage when it came to getting nasty. Hell no. I rushed the poor girl, and I’m dying to show her what can happen when I go full-force. Not only will her pussy be sore, but her heart-shaped ass will be smarting, her nipples achy, and that bottom hole raw and ravaged. Hell, Patty won’t even be able to walk.
But that’s the thing. No sweet college girl deserves to be used so thoroughly. She’s got her whole life ahead of her, and what is she? Eighteen? Nineteen? On the other hand, here I am, a forty-five-year-old man who’s been around the block more times than he can count. I have no business chasing after a pretty young thing like Patty, all innocent and sweet. It would be best if I just forgot all about her, which is why I haven’t called. We haven’t talked this week and it’s been sheer torture. My hand’s itched for my phone more than once, and yet I forced myself to put it down and maintain the wall of silence.
