Sex. It can mean a relationship, a family, a long life of happiness and falling asleep in your man’s arms. However, for those select few women, including myself, it can mean fun, adventure and endless possibilities. For a woman of thirty-eight I made sure that my body resembled that of a twenty-something – give or take a few years depending on the hairstyle that accompanied it. I made sure that my makeup was complimenting, my clothes were provocative and intimidating to the younger competition. I put effort into making sure everything was up-to-date.
Saturday, also known as date-night was when I shined brightest. I entered the bar named Student-Prime in hope to get a prime-student, it was the ultimate goal for a woman thirty-eight going on twenty-something. There was no place better than the bar itself to start my search and between a few platinum blondes there was enough space for myself, a dirty blonde looking to get dirty.
Looking across the canvas of jocks, sorority sluts and everything in-between I couldn’t help but let myself fall back into memories of what had led me down this path. Back when I was in my last year of college, forcing my way to the achievement of a law degree I met a man named Richard.
Richard was kind and caring. He gave me a long, but not everlasting, life of happiness. He gave me marriage and eventually discussed giving me a family. However once Richard had taken up being a dad as a full time job before he’d even gotten me pregnant he became all the things a dad was, lazy, constantly tired, overworked and underpaid. The only difference was instead of missing out on my school plays he was missing out on playing me. So after the decline of our marriage, our sex life and our wallets in couples counselling both Richard and I decided to take our own paths, his led him to a new wife and three kids last I heard, mine led me here.
“Can I get you a drink miss?” Tall, dark skinned, handsome, the bartender was gentlemen that’s for sure but tonight I was out for something with a little less experience and a little more stamina.
“Scotch and soda,” A hard drink followed by a hard man, that’s what I was hoping for.
“Oh you’re so funny!” Through the crowd of bleached hair babes I heard one annoying cackle that outdid the rest coming from the other end of the bar. As I tilted my head forward to look beyond hair brighter than the sun I saw a girl, a teenage girl laughing and touching the arm of a very attractive young guy. Taking home the youngest the law would allow me to wasn’t the best way to end a night out, but having the youngest guy choose me over girls his own age was.
I took my scotch and soda and slid down the bar, walking past the row of girls gone wild in hope that I would get to go wild. The shaggy-haired, stubbly boy with piercing green eyes was confidently telling a heroic story of his last football match and how he saved the day, the straightened-haired, big-breasted girl with gleeful blue eyes was eating up every last word of it.
“I heard the blue vines suck.” I butted in their conversation about a college football team I’d never heard of, hoping to shake his confidence a little. These college boys were all the same, they liked to be in control and have the girls lining up, if you weren’t impressed by their heroics they’d start to lining up for you.
The blue eyed girl’s cackling was instantly put on pause as her now confused expression replaced the gleeful one.
“Do you even know who the blue vines are ma’am?” Ma’am? This meant war.
“I know that they haven’t been doing very well this season, although you probably didn’t know that, you probably don’t know the team at all, you’re just sucking up all his words so that you get to suck something else, am I right?” The younger girls face dropped, it was a lucky guess but one that had worked many times in the past.
“I think I should go,” She grabbed her drink and went away to prey on another man.
“Hi, I’m Susan,”
The much-in-shape guy who I had both just insulted and won over from my competition turned to face me, those green eyes sparkling with wonder and excitement at the obvious future in store for him.
“That last comment, it dug deep,” He joked at my guess of his team’s failure.
“Well perhaps you could do something back to me, something that digs deep?” I joked about tonight’s success.
Two scotch and sodas later and both myself and the boy, who mentioned his name was Tony, found our way back to his student accommodation. A boy’s dorm, very old fashioned. I was met by several pieces of eye candy as Tony took me by the hand and led me to his room, at one point I’d considered letting go to pursue better accomplishments, now that I was in the den of the prey, but what Susan starts, Susan finishes.
We entered the boys room and I was brought back to my own college days, with posters on the walls, scantily clad women everywhere – which was the result of a male roommate in my case, and a beer bong in the middle of the room. No matter what year it was or how old you were college would always be the same.
“So Tony, are you going to offer me a drink or do you keep all the girls you bring back here waiting?” I wanted to shake his nerves a little more, not so much that the experience was unpleasant for him but enough to show him what a real woman was like. He’d have his chance to take control but not just yet, I wanted some fun first.
The boy rummaged through piles of clothes and looked under his retro bunk-bed, finally pulling out a six-pack of beers, the second six-pack in the room I wouldn’t mind swallowing.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have anything else.”
I wasn’t much of a spirit gal’ anyway.
“Beer is perfect.”
A smile ran across his face as he bit the lid off the beer and handed it to me, no bottle opener needed.
He sat down beside me as I got comfortable on the edge of the bunk-bed, his smell was a mixture of mid-morning football practice sweat and cheap student deodorant trying to cover up the smell, it was quite intoxicating.
“So Tony, what is it you’re studying?” A bit of conversational foreplay was in order before the real foreplay began.
“I’m studying law, my father wanted me to have something real to progress in, the football is just a fantasy.”
Having a lawyer was just a fantasy of mine, even though I had worked in several firms I’d never been able to get a firm grip of one. I guess an aspiring lawyer-football player would have to do.