On a friday i left my office, waited as long as I could to delay
the inevitable, the decision I had already given in and made.

The address to a younger woman's apartment written
in the last textmessage she sent.

The last time i remember having an erection so tight in my pants through a car drive
was when i was 25 and driving through the desert with a 29 year old blond architecture graduate student
who had taken off all of her clothes in the seat next to me and was giving me the most draaawn out
session of handjob-roadhead-witheld-orgasm imaginable...

Im 36. I parked around the corner and walked. Heart pounding in my chest. Bottle of wine I picked up for our 'date.'
She's 21. She was dressed 'up' in her self described 'boob-top' and 'fuck-skirt' when she answered the door. Thin sleeveless teal top that only highlighted the dark black of a wickedly shaped little black bra beneith. Teal top that showed the outline of nipples through dark black wickedly shaped little bra. Thin teal fabric stretched to make tension across her front between her breasts.

I was gazing at her chest. She was gazing at the tension in the fabric of my trousers. 

A fuck-skirt, by the way is just a skirt. A black skirt. One that is short enough that a girl's legs only reveal themselves more in a simple stroll from front-door to bedroom. Short enough that when a girl wearing one crawls up across her bed to press play on her iphone's music player, a 36 year old professor can clearly see. She has shaved. Everywhere. 

"Ive got an implantible birth control. For like a year. In case you were wondering." here eyes. Her half smile. Her confidance was ridiculous.

 "I just want to fuck bareback." she says.

This, I found myself quite willing and able to accomodate: