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July 2009 
Just like a Male Adult Cat
Posted on May 26th, 2009
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michaelsits
michaelsits
“Wow! We barely know each other and you are comfortable with me spending the night already?”
Jessica can see Marco’s excited expression on his face that he can barely hold back his geeky enthusiasm. “Sure, why not. You seem safe. You are not some kind of creepy dirty old man are you?”
“Old? I am not that old.” Marco loses the little bit of composure he was able to maintain while looking at Jessica. She is almost half his age, attractive, very attractive. She is the type that works out daily, doesn’t need make-up or anything to highlight her soft skin, red cheeks and big brown eyes. She has been blessed with the full package of necessary bumps and humps to delight any man, especially a man who is knocking on the age of fifty. His face is crunched up and his forehead has a set of train tracks running across from left to right. His bottom lip is now curled under his teeth, still mostly white. “Age is really just a number, it is about how you live your life and how old you feel.”
Jessica laughs and smiles, “That is what my dad says too when we call him an old man.”
Marco’s shoulders shrink. What excitement was beaming out just seconds ago is now replaced with hands in the pockets of his faded Levis blue jeans and head facing the orange creamlike colored painted cement floor of Azuma Coffee House. “Your father? How old is your father?”
“Fifty-four I think, something up there like that. You guys both wear the same jeans too! Do you listen to The Beatles like him? Everybody from your generation loves The Beatles. I think Let It Be is such a nice song.”
Marco feels like his life force has just disappeared. As if he is standing in front of her without actually being alive anymore- just a corpse of a man without somewhere stay in downtown San Francisco tonight. His friend that he was supposed to stay with had an unexpected death in the family, as seems to happen more and more these days with his friends. “Marco, I am sorry about your friends brother dieing. I have never really had anyone close to me die except my cat Mittens was I was sixteen and my best friend’s cousin died last year. I went to the funeral. Funerals are really creepy, have you ever been to one?”
“Yes, I have been to many funerals.”
“Oh yeah, I guess that happens at your age, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Jessica joins Marco with looking at the floor but finds a way to pull herself back to the room and his situation, “I meant it when I said you could stay at my place tonight.”
The subway ride to her large studio apartment on the third floor was quieter than the conversation they had before the age thing entered the picture. Marco could feel all forty-eight years of a full, but sometimes challenging life wearing him down. She was busy texting her friends about getting into law school at Georgetown. When they entered her space, he was shocked by the bright colors of orange and purple that seemed to fill every inch of her room. He notices that she only has one bed; his energy begins to fill his body and mind again. She takes off her white sheer buttoned-down shirt that was covering her tank top. Her young full breasts are popping out both top and sides of the very taut cotton fabric. He is having trouble breathing now as she then takes off her tank top as well to reveal a grey sports bra. She is doing all of this while walking around picking up dirty underwear, sweatpants and hoodie splayed around her place. “Make yourself at home. I just need to take a shower from working out earlier. It will only be ten minutes or so. Do you want some tea, orange juice or Coke? Just help yourself.” She points to the fridge and lets her hair down out of the tight ponytail as she walks toward the bathroom. She stops to open her brown veneer dresser drawers to pull out a skimpy pink tank top and small blue shorts. She opens another drawer and shuffles through her underwear till she finds a black thong, grabs it and enters the bathroom with the door shutting behind her. He feels the erection in his pants growing by the minute. He quickly reflects to see if he brought his new pack of condoms that he picked up at the airport anticipating whatever may happen when traveling. He searches in the second pocket of his backpack and feels around till he can feel the little box wrapped in cellophane that contains three condoms for $6.00 at the airport convenience store.
He hears the shower running in the bathroom and the sounds of the water shifting as it hits her naked young body. He loses sense of time and place and is startled when realizing where he is and what he thinks is about to happen. He focuses on keeping his erection from getting too large too quickly; he is not a young stud anymore. He decides some cold OJ would be the perfect thing at this moment and walks around the mounted table that separates the kitchen from the rest of the room and opens the fridge to see three bottles of wine, one red, a can of beer and a plastic cheese set almost finished before reaching for the cold carton of Orange Juice. The cabinet above the fridge has mostly mugs and plastic stadium cups, he decides a red stadium cup will work best and spills some OJ while pouring it. “Shit!” He grabs a rag off the counter and wipes it up as Jessica opens the bathroom door with a beach towel in her hand drying her hair and all the short, tight clothes she brought in with her including her underwear that she was wearing in the other hand. She puts the underwear in her purple plastic laundry basket and faces him with her nipples pointing through her sheer tank top. He glances away not to seem too eager. She giggles, “Sorry, I guess I should have put on a bra. Is this making you uncomfortable? I can put on a bra if that would be better? It is just what I always wear around my room. I forgot.”
He clears his throat, “No, that is fine, don’t worry about it.”
“OK.” She lays the towel down on her bed and shakes her thick brown, almost black hair out before using the brush on her night table to brush her hair with her nipples still poking through her shirt. “I just want to call my boyfriend real quick to let home know I am home.” She flips open her bright white cell phone and starts to push buttons when Marco moves toward her, “You have a boyfriend? What will he think about me staying here in your room?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. He will understand that you are an older guy needing a place to stay. If you were my age or even in your thirties, he may be worried but not a guy my dad’s age.” She lets a little giggle out and then continues, “Actually he is much older than any other guy I have ever dated, he just turned twenty-nine and has his own DJ company. He is one of the biggest DJs in Frisco right now. You do not have to worry about him. I’ll let him know that you are totally safe and it is like having one of my Uncles stay here or something. Once, one of my dad’s friends from high school was visiting Frisco and he stayed here too. Arturo was cool with that and I assume he will be with this. Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Well I am a guy.”
“Yeah, but when you get to be your age, it is like being neutered or something to girls my age. I am sure it would be different if I were older like a mom or something. You know what I mean?”
“Neutered? Did you say neutered?”
Jessica can see Marco’s excited expression on his face that he can barely hold back his geeky enthusiasm. “Sure, why not. You seem safe. You are not some kind of creepy dirty old man are you?”
“Old? I am not that old.” Marco loses the little bit of composure he was able to maintain while looking at Jessica. She is almost half his age, attractive, very attractive. She is the type that works out daily, doesn’t need make-up or anything to highlight her soft skin, red cheeks and big brown eyes. She has been blessed with the full package of necessary bumps and humps to delight any man, especially a man who is knocking on the age of fifty. His face is crunched up and his forehead has a set of train tracks running across from left to right. His bottom lip is now curled under his teeth, still mostly white. “Age is really just a number, it is about how you live your life and how old you feel.”
Jessica laughs and smiles, “That is what my dad says too when we call him an old man.”
Marco’s shoulders shrink. What excitement was beaming out just seconds ago is now replaced with hands in the pockets of his faded Levis blue jeans and head facing the orange creamlike colored painted cement floor of Azuma Coffee House. “Your father? How old is your father?”
“Fifty-four I think, something up there like that. You guys both wear the same jeans too! Do you listen to The Beatles like him? Everybody from your generation loves The Beatles. I think Let It Be is such a nice song.”
Marco feels like his life force has just disappeared. As if he is standing in front of her without actually being alive anymore- just a corpse of a man without somewhere stay in downtown San Francisco tonight. His friend that he was supposed to stay with had an unexpected death in the family, as seems to happen more and more these days with his friends. “Marco, I am sorry about your friends brother dieing. I have never really had anyone close to me die except my cat Mittens was I was sixteen and my best friend’s cousin died last year. I went to the funeral. Funerals are really creepy, have you ever been to one?”
“Yes, I have been to many funerals.”
“Oh yeah, I guess that happens at your age, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Jessica joins Marco with looking at the floor but finds a way to pull herself back to the room and his situation, “I meant it when I said you could stay at my place tonight.”
The subway ride to her large studio apartment on the third floor was quieter than the conversation they had before the age thing entered the picture. Marco could feel all forty-eight years of a full, but sometimes challenging life wearing him down. She was busy texting her friends about getting into law school at Georgetown. When they entered her space, he was shocked by the bright colors of orange and purple that seemed to fill every inch of her room. He notices that she only has one bed; his energy begins to fill his body and mind again. She takes off her white sheer buttoned-down shirt that was covering her tank top. Her young full breasts are popping out both top and sides of the very taut cotton fabric. He is having trouble breathing now as she then takes off her tank top as well to reveal a grey sports bra. She is doing all of this while walking around picking up dirty underwear, sweatpants and hoodie splayed around her place. “Make yourself at home. I just need to take a shower from working out earlier. It will only be ten minutes or so. Do you want some tea, orange juice or Coke? Just help yourself.” She points to the fridge and lets her hair down out of the tight ponytail as she walks toward the bathroom. She stops to open her brown veneer dresser drawers to pull out a skimpy pink tank top and small blue shorts. She opens another drawer and shuffles through her underwear till she finds a black thong, grabs it and enters the bathroom with the door shutting behind her. He feels the erection in his pants growing by the minute. He quickly reflects to see if he brought his new pack of condoms that he picked up at the airport anticipating whatever may happen when traveling. He searches in the second pocket of his backpack and feels around till he can feel the little box wrapped in cellophane that contains three condoms for $6.00 at the airport convenience store.
He hears the shower running in the bathroom and the sounds of the water shifting as it hits her naked young body. He loses sense of time and place and is startled when realizing where he is and what he thinks is about to happen. He focuses on keeping his erection from getting too large too quickly; he is not a young stud anymore. He decides some cold OJ would be the perfect thing at this moment and walks around the mounted table that separates the kitchen from the rest of the room and opens the fridge to see three bottles of wine, one red, a can of beer and a plastic cheese set almost finished before reaching for the cold carton of Orange Juice. The cabinet above the fridge has mostly mugs and plastic stadium cups, he decides a red stadium cup will work best and spills some OJ while pouring it. “Shit!” He grabs a rag off the counter and wipes it up as Jessica opens the bathroom door with a beach towel in her hand drying her hair and all the short, tight clothes she brought in with her including her underwear that she was wearing in the other hand. She puts the underwear in her purple plastic laundry basket and faces him with her nipples pointing through her sheer tank top. He glances away not to seem too eager. She giggles, “Sorry, I guess I should have put on a bra. Is this making you uncomfortable? I can put on a bra if that would be better? It is just what I always wear around my room. I forgot.”
He clears his throat, “No, that is fine, don’t worry about it.”
“OK.” She lays the towel down on her bed and shakes her thick brown, almost black hair out before using the brush on her night table to brush her hair with her nipples still poking through her shirt. “I just want to call my boyfriend real quick to let home know I am home.” She flips open her bright white cell phone and starts to push buttons when Marco moves toward her, “You have a boyfriend? What will he think about me staying here in your room?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. He will understand that you are an older guy needing a place to stay. If you were my age or even in your thirties, he may be worried but not a guy my dad’s age.” She lets a little giggle out and then continues, “Actually he is much older than any other guy I have ever dated, he just turned twenty-nine and has his own DJ company. He is one of the biggest DJs in Frisco right now. You do not have to worry about him. I’ll let him know that you are totally safe and it is like having one of my Uncles stay here or something. Once, one of my dad’s friends from high school was visiting Frisco and he stayed here too. Arturo was cool with that and I assume he will be with this. Why wouldn’t he be?”
“Well I am a guy.”
“Yeah, but when you get to be your age, it is like being neutered or something to girls my age. I am sure it would be different if I were older like a mom or something. You know what I mean?”
“Neutered? Did you say neutered?”
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neutered? wow.
Very good story, Michael.
Thanks nicole. This one has been in my head for a while waiting to come up to the surface.
Apparently, love, romance, sexuality and relationships is what i am writing about these days.
I miss the good old days of Reiki, reflection and meditation. Cycles…
Peace,
michael
That's right… But there's nothing wrong with your focus being where it is right now. It's natural and understandable. Later, you will return to the Reiki and meditation.