Gary looked down at the steeping cup of black coffee in front of him and nearly whispered his response, “Gary.”
Then the lady reached out with her right hand and said softly, “Hi, Gary, pleased to meet you finally, I’m Elaine, my friends call me Lane and I believe I own you a stick of butter.”
When Gary looked down at Lane’s hand he instantly compared the differences between a young girl’s hand, a young woman’s hand and an older lady’s hand. Her skin was so white it appeared to be bleached with the bones, the wrinkles and veins protruding seeming to indicate they had experience. The color of her fingernails didn’t match her toenails but none of it mattered as their hands touched. Gary felt an incredible spark fill him and he sensed he was being transported into a world he had never known he could venture into with such ease. Her skin was so soft it felt like silk in his hand and a cordial invitation to enter a sexual world with her seemed plausible. He blinked as if to clear his mind then he spoke softly, “Hi Lane, pleased to finally meet you too.”
As they held hands Gary felt he needed to do something else but before he could, Lane spoke in a near whisper, “I feel there’s a lost little boy in there … one who needs answers but doesn’t know where to look to even find the questions … are you okay Gary … Huh honey?”
Gary cleared his throat knowing he was about to confess to a complete stranger all his desires had been shattered and he had no direction in life except to find that one perfect piece of ass. Then he thought it would be too much for the lady to handle during their first meeting and he simply said, “I don’t know … you’re right … I really don’t know what questions to ask.”
Lane gently squeezed Gary’s hand and said softly, “Tell you what Gary … as you can see … I’ve much more experience in life and I know it shows … but I feel I can help a friend discover some things he never knew existed … that is, if you’ll have me as your teacher … I’ll teach you.”
Gary knew at that moment the lady’s voice was hypnotizing him and he felt he was about to have sex with a woman twice, maybe more than twice his age and he felt he needed to say something. Without thinking he blurted out, “I’ll be twenty in a few weeks.”
Lane slowly released Gary’s hand then grasped her coffee cup, took a sip of the liquid then said, “I see a very frustrated young boy, one who loves women and cares about them but only wants sex with the pretty ones, but he fears the power of returned affection is always missing … am I right?”
Gary looked deep into the eyes of the women before him and began to feel a strange comfort inside his soul. He wanted to tell the lady she was right but he spoke as if he was in a confessional. “The last time I was with a pretty girl was a long time ago … I can still remember how the room smelled and how much I liked playing with her and watching her eyes watch me … it was so awesome at the time, I thought all girls reacted the same way … but I had no idea what I was doing or cared how much she liked playing with me.”