For those of you having trouble with the math, that makes him 20 years younger than me.
Here's how the conversation started:
Young One: I'm having a horrible day I wish you could get away. I need company.
(Appealing to my care-taking nature. Good move.)
Kat: I'm sorry. What are you having a horrible day? What's up?
Young One: Just one of those days, nothing is going right.
(Careful, Young One. There is a fine line between inspiring care-taking and looking pathetic. Don't cross it.)
We chat about work for a bit and then, 3 hours later.....
Young One: So, can you spare 30 mins today? For a man who is having a bad day?
Kat: I do need a good hard fucking, believe me. But I can't.
(I know, I know. Teasing the
Young One: If I ever need you, today would be it. Please, darling.
(Uh oh. Sweet talk. Red alert. Temptation level rising.)
Kat: What's going on?
Young One: I just wanna cuddle and talk.
(Uh.....right. I'm simply too old to fall for that, but let's go with it, shall we? By the way, if I were 20 years younger, that may have convinced me.)
Kat: I would love to cuddle and talk, too, but I really have to work.
(One good lie deserves another, right? The lie isn't that I have to work because I do. The lie is that I want to cuddle and talk. If we only have 30 minutes, I wanna fuck.)
Young One: You can't spare 30 minutes?
Kat: No, I really can't.
Young One: I think you can. You just don't wanna.
(Ooooo! Well done, Young One! That's a challenge....)
And so the conversation continues, dancing between discussions of work, and sex, and his attempts to convince me to spare 30 minutes or an hour for....well...you know.
Let me tell you a bit about Young One. You already know his age. He's a veteran, married, has a young child, and he's quite attractive. He's the kind of guy who's not used to being turned down or put off by anyone, but especially not by a woman who is 20 years older than he and not anywhere near as cute as the young girlies he has bedded. In short, Kat is a challenge for him.
Here's my dilemma.... Y'all know I'm attempting to be good, practicing semi-fidelity (I know my anonymous friends will go nuts over that description...go for it, boys) by sticking with Hubby and sometimes JJ. You know I prefer not to play in my neighborhood and that I rarely play with young ones.
But his weeks (yes, weeks) of pursuing me are starting to have an effect. I actually like him. He's very bright, creative, persistent, and gorgeous. What's not to like about that?
So, here's the conversation in my mind....
A quickie wouldn't hurt...but if I have time, I'd rather see JJ....but he's SO hot....but I told Hubby I'd be good.....but I'll bet his young cock gets as hard as granite.....but I really want JJ....but he's so nice--maybe we can meet for coffee or just talk......but we know what will happen if we meet at all, and it won't be just talking.....but I'll bet he has enough stamina to keep going and going and going.....but he lives nearby; that's dangerous.....did I mention that he's hot?.......but Hubby would be devastated if he found out I was screwing a young one.......
And so it goes on and on and on. Everyday, the temptation gets louder and my objections get weaker.
As I write this, this text just came through....
Young One: I want you.
I don't know how long I can hold out. I don't know that I want to. Maybe a little taste of young one is just what I need.
Where's JJ when I need him?