GIRL 26 ~ CAPE MAY GIRL
She was 49, three years older than I was. My sister’s age. It was a bit of a strange feeling when she winked at me. She had a high powered job in the city and a beach house in Cape May. Quite a haul every Friday night and Monday morning, but she said it gave her peace.
On our first date I met her at the Snake Ranch, since she was in mid-transit to her shore house. I gave her a glass of merlot and chatted. She was pretty, although in a severe way. Her voice was much deeper than mine, the vestige of a smoking habit, though I don’t think I ever saw her light up. I asked if she were ready to go with me to the restaurant, and she made a bitter joke about how she was a cheap date and there was no need for me to go to the trouble and expense of feeding her before fucking her. The poor woman, I thought. She was as mangled from dating and romance as I was.
We had a nice dinner, steak for me, a rabbit-food girl-salad for her. Back at the Snake Ranch, she looked great naked, and I fucked her expertly, if without inspiration. Something she said during sex haunted me – she had never in her life experienced an orgasm.
Never? I asked. Never, she said. It ran through my mind that this might be a line to get guys to try harder, but there was a vacancy in her eyes. She was a little girl who’d shown up for a cocktail party and wasn’t sure what the fuss was all about.
In the morning, she was gone before I woke up. A few months later, I contacted her again to help me with a particularly stubborn dry spell. We had sex at her beach house, which was lovely. In between sessions, she looked at me with big brown eyes and said if I wanted to, I could have anal sex from her.
I thanked her, but didn’t take her up on it. That’s how dispirited I was by the whole thing.
Imagine, a woman who’d never had an orgasm and figured she was a cheap date to be used and tossed away.
On the drive back from the shore, I tried to forget the incident. But dating was cutting deeper and deeper. I suddenly understood why women would say, "I’m taking a break from dating." Whenever I had heard that expression applied to me, as in, "if you’re complaining so much, why don’t you take a break from dating?" I’d answer, "because I have a sex drive."
But I was tempted, sorely tempted, to let go for a while and see who floated into my life on her own.
That idea lasted one day. I couldn’t resist. I was back on Match and surfing for The Girl, Cape May Girl a distant unpleasant memory.
She was 49, three years older than I was. My sister’s age. It was a bit of a strange feeling when she winked at me. She had a high powered job in the city and a beach house in Cape May. Quite a haul every Friday night and Monday morning, but she said it gave her peace.
On our first date I met her at the Snake Ranch, since she was in mid-transit to her shore house. I gave her a glass of merlot and chatted. She was pretty, although in a severe way. Her voice was much deeper than mine, the vestige of a smoking habit, though I don’t think I ever saw her light up. I asked if she were ready to go with me to the restaurant, and she made a bitter joke about how she was a cheap date and there was no need for me to go to the trouble and expense of feeding her before fucking her. The poor woman, I thought. She was as mangled from dating and romance as I was.
We had a nice dinner, steak for me, a rabbit-food girl-salad for her. Back at the Snake Ranch, she looked great naked, and I fucked her expertly, if without inspiration. Something she said during sex haunted me – she had never in her life experienced an orgasm.
Never? I asked. Never, she said. It ran through my mind that this might be a line to get guys to try harder, but there was a vacancy in her eyes. She was a little girl who’d shown up for a cocktail party and wasn’t sure what the fuss was all about.
In the morning, she was gone before I woke up. A few months later, I contacted her again to help me with a particularly stubborn dry spell. We had sex at her beach house, which was lovely. In between sessions, she looked at me with big brown eyes and said if I wanted to, I could have anal sex from her.
I thanked her, but didn’t take her up on it. That’s how dispirited I was by the whole thing.
Imagine, a woman who’d never had an orgasm and figured she was a cheap date to be used and tossed away.
On the drive back from the shore, I tried to forget the incident. But dating was cutting deeper and deeper. I suddenly understood why women would say, "I’m taking a break from dating." Whenever I had heard that expression applied to me, as in, "if you’re complaining so much, why don’t you take a break from dating?" I’d answer, "because I have a sex drive."
But I was tempted, sorely tempted, to let go for a while and see who floated into my life on her own.
That idea lasted one day. I couldn’t resist. I was back on Match and surfing for The Girl, Cape May Girl a distant unpleasant memory.