[Fredox2]

The story above happened in my hometown. I haven't lived there un years but recently retired and moved back. I became curious is she was still around. I was able to determine that she does still live in this city and is single. (She divorced Craig decades ago and hasn't remarried). I sent her a brief note on Facebook, basically just saying hello. I got a reply that included the suggestion that we should grab a cup of coffee and catch up.

It's worth noting here that I'm 65 and she's a year older than I am. I've gotten used to the fact that all the old friends that I recall from back in my 20's are less than alluring these days, so I didn't exactly have high expectations. When we met, it was obvious that she takes very good care of herself, and dresses beautifully, but the passage of time was obvious. We met at a cafe with outdoor tables and chatted over coffee for a half hour or so. We talked about where life had taken us but really didn't discuss our encounter in the past, since there really wasn't much to talk about. After all for each of us the other was someone that you haven't talked to in over 40 years, who you never really knew well in the first place, and with whom the sum total of your relationship was that you fucked a few times.

I couldn't resist thinking about the sex we had, however, and then it dawned on me that she could hardly not have thought of it as well, since there hadn't been much else. Even though I knew it might put her off to bring the subject up, I figured that the worst that could happen is that she would simply cut the conversation short and leave. I said, "Cathy I have to tell you: you were an young man's wet dream. I still think of you blowing me in at that New Year party."

There was a half beat of silence and she said, "I probably liked sex a little too much when I was young." I laughed and said that I did too, but I never grew out of it. I told her that I wish that I had had then the perspective that I have now.
She asked what I meant and I said, "I think I was a little put off by things then. If that were now, I suspect I would have just enjoyed it and not much cared who else you were doing." (Mind you there was nothing about this encounter that made talking to her like that appropriate or that indicated it would be welcome. I just didn't think I had much to lose.)

She was quiet for a minute, and I figured that I had offended her. I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be presumptuous." She smiled and said, "No, it's OK. I was just thinking about how long ago that was and how much time and experience change us." I was fairly sure she was telling me, in essence, 'That was me then, not me now' and found myself thinking how incredibly exciting she had been way back then. I really didn't know where to take the conversation and I genuinely couldn't think of much to say. I looked at her and said, "Cathy, it's been fun seeing you again. I guess we should get going."

I walked her back to her car and held the door for her as she got in. As I was standing in the open door I thought of the story of the guy who asked every girl he met if he could have sex with her, and claims that he got slapped a lot, but he also got laid a lot: what could it hurt to ask? As I was trying to screw up the courage, she said, "I'd let you have sex with me if you want."

In the past couple of months I have fucked that woman in every room in her house. I don't think she's screwing anyone else, but I really don't care if she is!