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Aidan
Agneta is exactly what I’m searching for. The way she holds her posture and gazes over the noisy crowd in the dark room while only giving me occasional glances speaks of confidence. I lean closer so she can hear me at the same time as I tap my card to pay for her drink. “Event management is a popular field these days. You must be good to have reached that far.”
Her blood-red lips tilt and she pushes her perfectly styled wavy blonde hair over her shoulder. “You don’t get far by playing nice.” She winks at me, her Swedish accent barely noticeable.
Christ, she basically admits she’s a bitch. Is this a woman I could marry and have kids with?
I watched my oldest nephew playing hurling earlier today. Sean helps coach the team. I was keeping count of the three younger boys, giving Siobhan respite so she could shout abuse at the opposition’s parents and the referee. Thankfully they hadn’t brought any golf balls for the boys to play with, although the three of them did make a decent attempt at breaking my bones as they tackled me, all at once, through evil screams oflaughter. I’ve got a big bruise on my calf from where the wee one kicked me repeatedly.
Would this woman in front of me stand on the muddy sideline in the rain, supporting her cubs like a mother bear like Siobhan did? Or would she always put herself first?
“I best get back to my mates. Enjoy the drink.”
Agneta’s confidence cracks, but I don’t stay around to watch it.
I used to have a big circle of friends, but with age, things change. It’s been difficult keeping contact with my best friends after they got families – they now socialise through the kids’ birthday parties, and only occasionally meet up to watch the Six Nations or other big sports events in the pub, going home the moment the match is finished. The only lads I go to late bars or clubs with are single and desperate, like me.
Kevin nudges me. He’s newly separated and is working hard to change his sofa body into a woman-magnet body. The way he’s going, he’ll soon be attracting more females than me.
“That chick you were talking to, she’s hot.”
“Feel free to go for her, I’m not interested.”
“Really?”
“I’m too old for this shit.” And I mean it. The club and the chase don’t have the appeal they used to, haven’t for a while, and for some reason it’s extra boring tonight. Nothing excites me. I find flaws with every woman. Am I to give up on trying to find my happy ever after? Admit defeat and let Finbar bask in his joy over my failures? A club may not be the best place to find a wife, but where else am I to meet women?
Two drinks later, and a group of girls comes up to us. My mates all stand taller and suck in their guts. I run my eyes over the barely clothed women – straps criss-cross over their torsos,halter necks show more than they hide, skirts only skim the top of their thighs. What are they doing with us? Are they looking for sugar daddies to pay for their drinks? Or a drunken romp? They can’t be more than early twenties – way too young.
I snicker to myself.
Caitlin is even younger, but then again, I don’t plan to marry Caitlin or have kids with her. I only plan on corrupting her, seeing what her face looks like with my cock in her mouth, stretching her lips. To make her beg with her big green eyes – beg for me to ruin her virgin pussy. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching her come while rubbing against my hand. Her naïve and gullible comments turned me on to no end. I wonder what she’s doing now. Is she being brave and pushing her fingers under her panties? Is she thinking of me?
My cock swells, and the eager sex bombs in front of me are not the reason for it. Nor will they be able to do anything about it.
13
Caitlin
The door seems heavier than normal as I push it open. Aidan is at his desk, clean shaven, hair styled and in a crisp white shirt that stretches over his shoulders as he types on his laptop, deep in concentration.
Quietly, I place my handbag and jacket on my chair and tiptoe up to him. It’s best getting this over and done with as quickly as possible. I take a deep breath and push the words past my lips. “I failed.”
Aidan glances up at me from above the dark rim of the glasses that he uses for the laptop. A shiver goes down my back that I can’t really explain, but having him looking at me like that, like a… a headmaster or my father or something, while I stand in front of his desk… I squeeze my legs together.
“Caitlin! Uh, you failed what?”
I’ve always tried to be a good girl, to live up to people’s expectations. Even now, I want to be good at sinning, and I failed. Again.
“I-I touched myself over the weekend, like you asked me to.”
Aidan’s eyebrows rise, interest piqued in the blue of his eyes. “And?”
A whoosh of air leaves my mouth. “I did, but… I couldn’t… It didn’t feel the same.”
“You didn’t come?”
I nod in confirmation, my gaze trained on the floor.
