I woke from a sound sleep up with a start, turned on my nightstand light, and… I saw her standing there. I am guessing that she was about seventeen, smoking hot, but not yet fully mature. She was the perfect age to fall in love, but I am old enough to be her grandfather. She looked at me, but at my age and since I have had my heart broken more than a few times, I had to question why a woman so young and beautiful would show any interest in me. I remembered her face and that I flirted with her on a dating site, but I had no idea how she tracked me down, or why she was in my bedroom. My first thought was that this girl probably needs some professional counseling, as she clearly has unresolved daddy issues. I know it was wrong for me to flirt with her, but when I came across her profile, I thought she seemed so vulnerable, and I figured that I could give her some guidance to help her to improve her confidence level.
When I saw her standing there, my heart went boom so I crossed the room and took her into my arms, and we held each other tight. Our lips met and she asked if I was happy to see her. I told her that I planned to enjoy every minute that we spent together, but that I was worried that she would probably kill me, however I couldn’t think of a better way to die. She said that she wanted to enjoy my body, but that she was attracted to me for my maturity and wisdom, which was something that she just couldn’t get from guys that are her age. I told her that society would never accept a 69-year-old man dating a 17-year-old woman, and she responded by saying, “In that case, let’s just have a casual affair”, and that was when I finally woke up and realized that I was still dreaming.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #58.