Chapter 4

A few years passed.

I couldn’t find a decent job where we were living near Stanford. I was working, but at half what I used to get. That would kick the shit out of my social security payout when I retired.

On top of that, my little sister / daughter / lover’s tuition had sucked out the trust fund our father had left.

We never spoke of those things; she was a good girl, studied hard, and was managing to get through law school.

I did the cooking, cleaning, and shopping when she was under pressure. During breaks and holidays, she did the house chores with her little ass half covered by a microskirt and heels while I watched lecherously.

The Tym that went to law school was a different person; a staid adult woman in adult clothing with an adult vocabulary and voice.

On weekends we’d drive off somewhere no one knew us, and she would braid her hair, dress in cute little outfits, and suck a lollipop while we walked along, publicly calling me Daddy.

Sometimes, people would stare suspiciously; she was just a little bit too overt to be real, too Asian to be my daughter [even though she really was mixed race], but too young to be my lover, even though she was 20 by then. She loved it; the furtive stares, the barely hidden disgust, the titillation.

It was fantastic, for a while. Quite a decent long while actually.

But like all things, it came to an end. Slowly, without acrimony, our passion eased. The games stopped being as exciting, she was down to a single orgasm most times.

“Daddy, we need to talk.” She said to me seriously just before graduation. “I’ve met someone.”

I knew I was really fucked now.

“What kind of someone?”

“A guy, a nice guy and he’s brilliant. He doesn’t drink and he’s got an internship in San Diego too. Not at the same company as me. Anyway, he asked me out. Well, we’ve been out but with a group but now he wants to like ... date.”

She waited nervously. I suddenly realized she was waiting for me to give her permission.

“What about us?” I asked her, “Are we through?”

“I don’t know.” She whispered penitently, but we both knew.

I didn’t want it to end; despite my cynicism about the so called state of “love”, that’s exactly where I was.

It was a good way to end it I thought; decent, clean, civilized.

“One date, and then I want to meet him.” I demanded.

I was ready to throw that young bastard out through the window, but I was helpless against him.

He was nice. A perfectly nice age appropriate male with prospects, showing me respect I didn’t deserve.

Shit.

Seven years, it was the longest relationship I’d ever had. Tym was 24, and I was a washed up broke 62 year old.

Jobless, homeless, and single. I had a car and my health was good at least.

Was seven years with Tym worth the cost?

Hell yes. I had no regrets at all.

I drove her back to her mom’s house near Sand Diego. I had to do that, return her to the nest.

Tym and I had spent plenty of time there together, vacation breaks and holidays were always at her family house. I was surprised at first, that the three women usually spoke together in Vietnamese. Diane had left that country when she was 6, and Tym had never been there.

“What will you do John?” Diane asked me.

“I don’t know. Maybe travel down to Mexico for a while, then try and find a job.”

“I’m going to Vietnam for research.” Diane told me.

“Vietnam! I’d like to go there.” I said.

“Oh.” She exclaimed.

We were both silent for a minute as the statement and her reaction sunk in.

“Ooh.” She said again, staring at me round eyed, and I guess I was looking at her the same way.

Tym bounced into the kitchen where we were sitting. “What are you guys not talking about?” she asked.

“Maybe we’ll go to Vietnam together.” Her mother told her.

“Oh, like Mommy and Daddy are getting together at last?” Tym quipped, taking a bottle of water from the fridge.

She spun around, looked at her mother, then me, and started laughing her skinny ass off.

“Mummy and Daddy, Mummy and Daddy!” she squealed, “It’s about time, you two have been mooning over each other since forever.” then she went to her room.

“She’s really a lawyer?” Diane asked skeptically.

“Yeah, I’ve seen the diploma with my own eyes.” I said, waving at the diploma which was framed and on the wall.

“I need to tell you what really happened 25 years ago.” Diane said.

“I was in love with you when I was 16. Schoolgirl crush, you know. You were adult and worldly, and so good looking. And you talked to me.

I was an alien in the US, and I felt like one. I avoided people, afraid they would shun me. So they did. I was just coming out of my shell, and you were there.

Anyway, mother saw what was going on and she made sure it stopped; by sleeping with you. Yes, I know about it, she told me.

I was enraged; so angry with her I couldn’t speak to her anymore. Well, I was a 16 year old girl. I wanted revenge.

I saw mother flirting with her boss. She hadn’t been with anyone that I knew of except you, and now she was making eyes at your father.

Well I thought to myself, two can play that game. You were the one who told me I could have any man I choose, and told me exactly how.

Really? You don’t remember? I sure do. Look him straight in the eye for 5 seconds, smile just slightly, then ignore him. That’s what you said, and that’s what I did, several times over around a week.

You were right, it works just about every time. You know, I always thought of you when I used that signal to reel in a man I wanted to date. You made a monster out of me, John!

Anyway, the old man came to me, just like you said. A compliment, a joke, a little gift of no importance. Ask some questions, talk a little, then share food and drink.

I didn’t plan to go all the way; I was just fooling, getting in the way of my mother’s joy to get back at her.

But your dad, he was a charming bastard, and good looking too. He had women around all the time, I used to hear them screaming as he had his way with them. Always young, pretty women. Some stayed for a while, some didn’t, but I knew he could pleasure a woman very well.

Girls talk you know; how guys, young guys, are fun until you take them to bed, and then they can’t, or don’t know how, to get a girl where she wants to be.

And one night, alone in my bed above the garage, I fingered my virgin pussy and decided that if he tried, I wouldn’t resist.

I was almost 17, and boys were beginning to pester me. Poor useless awkward boys, when at home there was a solid wealthy experienced man.

I was out after dark at a school thing, and when I came home I saw the door to the main house was open. I went inside to check. He was waiting for me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but afterwards I figured it out. He left the door open, and waited inside like a spider on his web.

He wore a tight shirt and trousers. Open shoes. He asked how I was and whether I’d like a soft drink or even a beer.

And then, he seduced me.

He was smooth, really smooth. He talked and listened, talked and listened, and somehow I was on his sofa, and so was he, and he got a little closer, then he got too close and I pretended not to notice but of course I did. I knew where we were going, and I wanted the journey, to experience sex with a man for the first time. I knew that unless I stopped him, he’d keep on going.

And he put his hand on my shoulder. Then his other hand reached across and held mine. And we were silent. Just sitting there, late in the night, on his sofa.

And I didn’t stop him.

And I didn’t regret it, and although I did later, I don’t now.

Your father was a great lover. So smooth, manly, confident. He pulled me close, and kissed me softly.

Wow, what a kiss; my first. A long, soft, sensual kiss. No tongue, just lips. After a while, his old hand rose to my young breast. He squeezed it just a little.

I was freaked when he did that, it was an affront. But then he took the hand away and I wished he’d put it back.

And the kiss continued. And I was thrilled, my vagina itched, my face tingled, I knew this was crazy, no girl my age should let an old man do this, and I didn’t care. Who can judge me? No one. My mother had taken my boyfriend, and I was damaged, and at least I knew this man was good at it.

He ran his fingers through my hair, stroked my neck, and slipped his hand under my shirt and up the flesh of my back. No one ever says it, but the back is quite erogenous. I was melting in his arms, my adolescent vagina was weeping with excitement.

He released me and stood. Without a word, he walked upstairs, just leaving me there panting on the sofa.

I was confused; I didn’t know what to do. I suppose I should have gone across to the garage and upstairs to our apartment and my lonely single bed.

Instead, my feet found the carpeted stairs that went up to his bed. I floated up without thought, through the doorway into his room.

He closed the door, and locked it. Not locking me in, there was no key; he was locking my mother out. We were alone, in private together.

He looked into my eyes, and without a word, began to undress me. I made no objection.

To the last stitch, he even took my neck chain and earrings off. Naked, terrified, I stood in the middle of his room as the old man circled me like a predator, staring at my exposed young body.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He said, and although I didn’t believe that, I appreciated that he said it.

Then he took off his own clothing. Everything, until his old penis was to be seen dangling between his thick white hairy thighs.

I guess everyone remembers their first time most vividly. I sure do.

I haven’t been a nun you know. I’ve had relationships and lovers over the years. Some were great, others not so much.

But the old man, he was great. He didn’t have a huge penis, he just knew how to use the one he had. More than that, he was naturally sensual. He loved to love women, he loved touch.

Am I going into too much detail here? Too bad, I’ve never told anyone, and I’m enjoying telling it to you.

Our bodies met, young smooth vulnerability against old hairy strength. His tongue went into my mouth and his cock went into my hand, hot and stiff.

I liked it straight away. Cock, penis, erection, the male organ. I was afraid of it, but thrilled by it at the same time. I even wanted to suck it but I didn’t, not that night anyway.

After a suitable interlude of kissing and stroking, he pushed me onto my back, pulled my knees apart, he loomed above me, holding his stiff old cock in his hand, I was suddenly terrified, I was about to get out of bed and leave, when it hit my vagina. The sensation was a shock that pulsed right up to my eyeballs, I froze for just a second, and it entered me.

He did not use a condom. I thought he must know what to do, and I let him in.

Later, he claimed to believe I was taking some contraceptive.

Anyway, I felt as if I couldn’t move, I imagined he had some magic power and wasn’t letting me. Of course that was just a device in my own head to excuse the reality that I was giving my virginity to a wrinkled white haired old man. His hard penis squeezed into my tight young hole, I tried to squeeze myself tighter to stop it, he just grinned and his boney hands gripped my upper arms tighter as he pushed deeper, deeper, where nothing had ever been, and I felt him up there, oh it was horrible, and fantastically good.

Yes, he knew how to do it, he was not a good man, but he sure was a great lover. His penis stroked my young vagina steady and deep, unstoppable, powerful, until I came.