Chapter 4

In bed with fabulous old Lucy;

I was back in my home town for a week on business. The company headquarters was there, and I came back most years. I always made time to visit my old friends, and Lucy was one of them.

She’d been a neighbor for a while, and I’d dated her daughter in high school. She was friends with my parents. Lucy was 60, her long hair was completely grey, yet she still attractive. Her grin was still infectious, her energy alluring. She wore a long slinky dress with a wide belt, she still had a damn good figure.

“Hey Matt, great to see you!” she bubbled enthusiastically, as I came up to the kitchen door. “Hey Alex, it’s Matt!” she called out to her husband.

“Hi.” He mumbled, not getting up from in front of the big TV in the living room.

“It’s the game.” Lucy explained, “He can’t move until it’s over. So how have you been? How’s your mom?”

We swapped gossip as usual, and I noticed with amusement how Lucy still seemed obsessed with her previous husband Tom (who was a friend of mine), barely mentioning poor old Alex at all.

“What about Sue?” I asked her, “Have you been in contact?”

“No, she refuses to talk to me.” Sue said sadly, “She talks to Tom though, he told me she’s working as a stripper in a club.”

“Really?” I said in surprise, “Sue is a stripper now? I thought she was a computer genius, and made it big with that startup 10 years ago.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened, Tom just told me she’s dancing naked for a room full of men every night now.” Lucy said gloomily.

I hadn’t seen Susan since we were 19; she was my first girlfriend when we were both 14 and 15, before they’d moved away to England for a few years. I had a one week affair with her when we were 19, and hadn’t seen her since.

The conversation shifted to other things, gossip about people we knew. I mentioned how someone or other had aged.

“She looks terrible with that cheap hair color she uses.” Lucy said, which as true. “That’s why it’s all falling out.”

“I think your hair looks great.” I said, “It takes guts to let it be natural. Instead of trying to look like a young woman, you’re showing off your age; you’re saying that you’re an older woman and you’re hot.”

She broke into a laugh and jumped up from her chair at my compliment, spinning around the kitchen like a happy little girl, so her thick long grey hair fanned out behind her. I realized we were flirting; I like to flirt, so long as it’s harmless. I was surprised at how excited my old neighbor became from my simple comment though. She’d always been very sexy, it was who she was.

“You still have a great figure too.” I added, enjoying the moment. After all, her husband was at the other end of the room and I’d been with her daughter long ago.

Lucy was about 5’7”, with a very admirable shape. Her rear end as nearly as tight as it was when I used to sneak a peek in my teens. Although she was fully covered, she appeared to have quite respectable breasts too, and a narrow waist was clearly evident. Her hair was always amazing, and it still was. I found it surprising that grey hair could be so sexy.

She beamed joyfully at the compliment. “You do know I’m sixty, don’t you?”

I was forty-four. Lucy’s daughter Sue was my age, and Lucy ... well, she was a famous slut if you believed the gossip. One of the many stories was that I’d slept with her when I was dating her daughter, and that wasn’t true. I probably would have if she’d asked.

It’s difficult to explain just how sexy Lucy had been. Every male eye would follow her, she dressed sexy, moved sexy, laughed and talked and listened. She’d been my teenage boy fantasy, even as I dated her daughter.

“No one can tell with oriental people.” Lucy said. She was ethnically Chinese. She grinned through even white teeth. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

I remembered her skill in the kitchen. Although she was born in the US, she always told the story of working in her parent’s Chinese restaurant as a girl. Lucy was a fantastic cook, dinner at her house was always a treat.

“I’d love to.” I said.

Alex grumbled in disappointment as the game ended, then got up and headed for the door.

“Thanks.” He said to Lucy. “I’m going home to drink away my sorrows.”

“He doesn’t live here?” I asked as the screen door banged behind him.

“No, we got divorced last year.” Lucy said. “He still comes over to watch the game on Sunday though.”

Suddenly I realized I could be in trouble. I was alone with Lucy! But she was old now, surely she wasn’t like that anymore. We were just friends.

When I was growing up, she was somewhat infamous. It was said she and Tom had an open relationship; she was always extremely flirtatious, and apparently didn’t stop there. A friend of mine who had dated Sue after me claimed to have slept with Lucy too. And there were more stories I’d heard back then ... Lucy once went on vacation for a week with her husband’s boss. She had affairs with his students ... I never knew if the stories were true, and I didn’t care too much. It was none of my business.

But that was a long time ago, she was an old woman now. Surely she wasn’t into all that anymore, I convinced myself. She didn’t wear makeup, she had flat shoes on. She left her long hair grey. As long and glorious as ever, but grey.

So I stayed, ate, and had a good time. We talked and laughed, like friends do. But there was an edge, a difference. I was a single male, and she was a single female. Despite all of the reasons we wouldn’t ever do it together, the sweet tension was sitting on the dining room table between us through the whole evening.

“I’d better get going.” I said at around 10.

“Really?” she asked, “Why don’t you stay the night?” She smiled hopefully at me. My heart pounded and my cock bulged in my pants. Fuck. It was all true, and she was still like that.

“I ... Uh...” I stammered, suddenly dry in the throat, frozen in my chair. Not because I didn’t want her.

Yeah, I wanted her. I’d always wanted her, despite all the reasons not to. I knew her; Lucy was a perpetual disaster. She went through men, wrung them out, broke their hearts, tossed them aside. She laughed her way though life in happy denial of the damage she wrought. Tom was a great guy, he’d paid for this house and to this day never spoke a bad word about the woman who’d cheated, left him heart broken.

Lucy never had much to say about anything important, she seemed to live in a bubble of happy ignorance. The troubles of the world were for other people to worry about.

She was good at gossip, fashion, food, and sex. I was not.

Lucy stood and slowly walked to the front door. She closed it, then turned the lock. “I want to take a shower.” She said. “With you.”

“Shit Lucy, I ... I dated your daughter!”

“That was ages ago.” She said dismissively, “Sue doesn’t even talk to me anymore. What’s the matter? Really? I know you always liked me.”

She looked into my eyes and smiled optimistically, as if she was still that sexy woman I used to know. And actually, she was still that woman. She was way above my level; for the first time in my life, I came right out with it.

“I’m ... not good.” I said. “I’m no good in bed.” vomiting out the words that had been bouncing around in my head for years but had never been allowed out before.

She looked puzzled. “Really? What makes you say that?”

I was shocked at myself for having told her, but now that the wall was broken, it became easier to talk about. My deep dark secret, the reason I’d left this town behind me and moved to where no one could know.

“I have a small cock.” I said, “Very small.”

“Well, that’s not a problem.” She said, “I’ve been with guys that had small ones.”

“VERY small.” I said sadly. “And don’t tell me size doesn’t matter, because we both know it does.”

“Is that why you don’t have a girlfriend?” she asked kindly, sitting down again.

“How many disappointments can a guy take?” I asked. “Most girls dump me right after we have sex for the first time. One or two tried to stick it out, but let’s face reality; a good relationship just isn’t going to happen with bad sex. I’ve stopped even asking girls out.”

“Come on, you’re a good looking guy, you’re nice, you respect women, you have a good job.” She said.

“But women don’t respect me in return.” I said, “Not once they know.”

“Bullshit!” she proclaimed, “You just have to find the right one. Come on, show it to me.”

“Really?”

“Come on, pull it out.” She confirmed. “Let’s see what we’re talking about.”

Oddly, I wasn’t all that embarrassed. Lucy was different to other women; she was a friend, I trusted her. And she was experienced; I really did want to show it to her, to know what she’d say. If anyone knew about these things, it would have to be Lucy. I stood up and opened my pants.

I wasn’t even bothered when she put on her reading glasses and leaned in close so she could make it out.

“See what I mean?” I said.

“Hmmm. Well, it is pretty small.” She allowed, “But it gets bigger when you have an erection, right?”

“A little bit.” I said.

“Take your pants off and sit on the table.” She instructed, as if asking me to pass the salt.

She smiled brightly; she had a great smile, her teeth strong and white, her dark eyes shining in the slanted creases of her Chinese face.

I took off my shoes and did as asked. Dr. Lucy sat in front of me and put her hands on my bare knees, pulling them apart for a better look. I leaned back, trying to relax. It’s no big deal, I told myself; she won’t tell anybody. Anyway, by now all the women in my old home town must have heard about it. Girls talk about these things.

Her oriental face didn’t show her age. She smiled with excitement; it was a crazy moment, with me on the table, spread and naked. My cock got hard as I looked at her.

She laughed; “Wow! Just thinking about it gets you stiff ... that’s refreshing. At least you don’t have erectile dysfunction.”

She wrapped a hand around it, causing a rush of pleasure in my body. Her eyes flicked between my tiny cock and my happy face. It felt good, yet I wasn’t as anxious as I usually was.

Because it wasn’t important. I wasn’t going to have a relationship with Lucy, there was nothing to win and nothing to lose. There was no stress with her.

“I think it’s cute.” She proclaimed. “I’ve been with guys this small. Well, one guy. Almost this small.”

I laughed at that; “Thanks.” I said as she played with it. It didn’t matter that she wouldn’t want to have sex with me, this was just nice. She licked her lips, and I thought she was about to go down on me.

During the few, brief relationships I’d had, I got used to getting blown more often than not. I finally realized that my girlfriends just wanted to finish me off quickly. They didn’t want sex with my miniature dick.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care much about all that bang bang part anymore.” Lucy said, letting go and standing up, “These days I just like to cuddle. Will you stay and cuddle with me?”

“I’d like that.” I said, immediately regretting it. I always did that; I told myself I wouldn’t, but then I went to bed with another woman, and by morning she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. It hurt; no one had fun, it just hurt.

But I’d said it, so here we were. Me and sexy old Lucy.

When we first met, she wasn’t old, but she sure was sexy. I thought she and her daughter Sue were sisters. Sue was pretty, but not sexy like her mom. She didn’t have that energy, the confidence, the flirtatiousness. But she did agree to go out with me. Lucy was far beyond my reach. She was just a fantasy for a horny boy.

Now she was available; her long hair had turned grey, yet she still had that spark, that animated energy that made her so attractive. She wasn’t an extreme beauty anymore, she wasn’t a genius and she wasn’t wealthy. Yet she was still hot, which was rare, and oddly alluring. I forced myself to stay calm; there was no use panicking, I’d said yes, and now I was going to sleep with Lucy. My ex-girlfriend’s mother.

My affair with Sue hadn’t lasted long. My affairs never did. Anyway, we were kids; we did make out though, she was the first girl I ever kissed. She used to give me hand-jobs, and I fingered her wet furry snatch.

I was sure we were going to go all the way, and then she dumped me and was dating another boy.

We broke up without much animosity. We were just kids. Their house was rented out for years, then Lucy came back to town with her new guy. She remained a family friend and neighbor until I moved away.

I followed her into her boudoir; it was lushly upholstered, everything was soft and sexy in there. There were pictures on the walls, Lucy when she was younger, how I remembered her. In gorgeous dresses, one or two tasteful nudes, in one she was nude with a teenaged Sue, each of them smiling coyly at the camera with their hands covering their breasts. They were both beautiful, but it was Lucy who had that extra something, even then.

“I was hot, wasn’t I?” she asked.

“You still are.” I said, being polite. But it was also true.

She laughed in delight, and pulled her dress up over her head. She threw her bra to the side with a flourish, and her long rich hair fell around her chest. Her old nipples poked through the silver strands, taunting me.

She was beautiful and sexy. Her shoulders wide and smooth, her hips narrow, her belly still almost flat. Her breasts hung flat now; I’d seen them years before when they were plump and full. She used to walk around the house almost naked; I’d seen them. She still had great legs.

She was an old slut; a sexual animal, alluring, irresistible, beautiful, a friend. After all these years, we were going to bed together. I took my shirt off too, and I was completely naked.

“MMM, you’re pretty hot yourself.” She said.

I practice judo, which means two hard workouts a week. I’m well built except for my penis [which was still hard and standing out in front of me].

Only wearing a pair of plain white panties, she pulled back the bedcover and slid in, making a space available for me to follow her.

I hadn’t been with a woman for six years. That had been a brief and unsatisfying night, and before that I’d been celibate for a long time too. I was a healthy, strong, good looking guy. I had a good job, friends, my own home. But I was a total loser in bed. How could I get in there with the great Lucy? She’d had many lovers, she knew what good sex was. And soon she’d know what a useless shit I am.

On the other hand, I’d told her everything. She raised an eyebrow at me, and against my will, my body slipped into bed alongside hers. I had no idea what I was doing there.