It was late in the afternoon and I still had some things to do. We made our exit saying we’d meet tomorrow at the park. I drove back to Beth’s house.
“Well, that was a very satisfying afternoon,” she said.
“I’ll say. He could suck the chrome off a GTO doing eighty in reverse. He was great.”
“You were no slouch yourself. You really liked it, didn’t you.”
“Oh, yeah. I haven’t blown a guy in quite some time. His skills upped my game. It was…delightful? And how about you? Did you enjoy carpet munching?”
“Guilty as charged but neither of us have much of a carpet. She had a very sweet cooch. I could do that again. How ’bout you?”
“One hundred percent agreement. And, if I didn’t have some calls to make and some business to attend to, I could do you again, too.”
“No thanks. This kitty needs to rest a while.”
“Good, because I think my dick is dead. It needs a few hours to resuscitate. I could also come back later.”
“I don’t know. We’ll see.” I knew that “we’ll see” meant “no, not tonight.” That was really okay with me.
As I started my car, Beth said, “Well, this was a couple of days I can check off my list. I’ll always remember it…and I’ll remember you.” She kissed me quickly and ran off into her house. I was a little bothered by what she said last. Was this a kiss-off? No, I brushed it off as misunderstanding her.
I headed back to my house and quickly went to work making as many calls as I could before five o’clock. Afterwards, I checked my mail. There was a email from Janice asking me if I could be available for a future private Pickle Ball lesson…without Jay and without his knowledge. I was perplexed and not ready to jump in and break up a marriage. I chose not to email her back. Tomorrow, I would discuss it with her in person. Now, I was exhausted. As an older guy, playing Pickle Ball and fucking was like running a marathon. I was beat. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
Leave a Reply