Sam Gets Lucky

It was their third date. He had bought her dinner at a quaint little cafe that was off the beaten path and they had gone to a play put on by a local theatrical group. There had been lots of laughter and they had exchanged a great deal of personal information. As far as Sam could tell, it had been a successful evening.

As they left the theater he wondered if it wasn’t time for a kiss. After all it was their third date. But when he started to put his arm around her, she held out a hand to stop him.

“We need to talk,” she said.

“About what?”

“Our relationship. I don’t think I am ready for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want a sexual relationship, don’t you.”

Sam was confused. He had played the game according to the rules. Not once had he mentioned sex. How did she know?

“I suppose so,” he stammered. “Eventually.”

“But that is your goal?”

Sam nodded, reluctantly.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just not ready for sex.”

“What are you ready for?”

“Evenings like this. Good conversation. Friendship.”

“Do you want to stop seeing me?”

“Not necessarily. As long as you understand the rules.”

Sam swallowed hard. It wasn’t what he wanted but none of the other ladies he had dated appealed to him. Gail was bright and funny and they laughed a lot when they were together. Sometimes it seemed as if she read his mind. She could actually finish his sentences for him. The clincher was that she was nearly twenty years younger than him. He definitely liked younger women.

“Well, I do want to continue seeing you,” he said, finally.

“Good. Send me an email. We will decide when and where.” She climbed into her car and drove away, leaving Sam standing on the curb.

What a revolting development, he thought. Of the six women he had met he had only managed to kiss two of them. Both were poor kissers, at least in his opinion. There sure hadn’t been any suggestion of sex. What was wrong with them? Or was it him? Plus they were all older than Gail.

He met her three more times during the next few weeks. Once they went to a political rally (she was an active liberal), once for a drive in the country and the third time they decided to just have lunch and visit. They had become comfortable in each other’s presence.

After the meal she asked if she could see his house. He was surprised and a bit apprehensive. What was she up to now?

He showed her through his house as if he was a real estate agent and she was a client. The front room, the dining room, the kitchen and the three bathrooms. When they got to the bedrooms he was a little nervous. What was her intention?

Apparently nothing. She remarked on how comfortable the house was and they sit side-by-side on the couch in the living room. Sam realized they had never even held hand. Certainly they had never kissed. He wondered if he was supposed to make a move but remembered her wish to be friends only.

Finally, she stood up and reached for his hand. “Kiss me,” she said.

He was astounded but readily agreed. It was a long kiss but not very exciting. She was aggressive with her tongue. It was not at all like kissing his wife.

“Let’s go to the guest bedroom,” she said.

Still not quite sure what was going to happen, Sam led her to the bedroom. As soon as they were inside she started taking off her clothes. Sam got it. He was no dummy. He followed suit. In moments they were in bed hugging and kissing. It was the first time Sam had been in bed with a woman other than his wife in over fifty years and the first time for sex in over a year so he wasn’t sure he would be able to perform.

She was the most passionate woman he had ever known. Each time he touched an intimate part of her body she moaned loudly. Her kisses were frenzied and her body was constantly in frantic gyrations.

What have I gotten myself into? Sam wondered. He was delighted that he was finally going to get lucky but he wasn’t at all sure he could handle so much passion.

They were in bed for over two hours. When they finally got up and put on their clothes both of them were exhausted but completely satisfied. It was a remarkable experience.

A short time later he took her home. There wasn’t a lot of conversation.

Sam was incredibly happy. Not only had he finally had sex but he had proven that he was still capable. Not bad for an eighty-year-old man, he thought contentedly.

The dilemma was how to proceed with the affair. Although they hadn’t discussed it, he assumed it was now correct to switch to an exclusive relationship. Even if it wasn’t required, it seemed like the right thing to do. The problem was he had dates scheduled with three other women.

It was easy with the first two. He wasn’t particularly attracted to either so it was painless to tell them he needed to quit seeing them.

“Because I’m involved with someone special,” he told them. Neither seemed particularly saddened. Perhaps he wasn’t the catch he thought he was.

He had one more date planned with a lady he had just connected with. They were scheduled to meet at a local restaurant. Best to tell her in person, he thought. Let her down easy.

She turned out to be an incredibly beautiful woman, by far the prettiest he had met. She was nice, too, and seemed eager to please him. Frankly, she lite his fire.

Suddenly, he realized he wanted to see her again.

It was easy to rationalize. Gail knew he was dating other women when she crawled into bed with him. She was probably seeing other men, too. Maybe she intended to keep on seeing them. Maybe she expected him to see other women. There had been no promises of an exclusive relationship. Wasn’t it likely he was premature in settling into an exclusive affair?

No matter what Gail expected, he knew he wanted to see Maria again. And he wanted to continue dating other women, too. It was exciting; it was fun. He wasn’t ready to give it up. Gail would just have to understand.

He made another date with Maria before they parted.

He picked up Gail the following day. They ate lunch and went to his house. In a matter of minutes they had their clothes off and were in bed. It was a repeat of their first night together. She moaned a lot and her body was in constant motion. She reacted to the slightest touch. He had never seen a woman with so much passion. It was a bit frightening. How long would he be able to satisfy her, he wondered.

After they dressed he sit beside her on the couch.

“We need to talk,” he said.

“About what?”

“Our relationship.”

“Didn’t you like the sex?”

“Of course I did. But I need to know what to expect.” He took a deep breath. “What kind of relationship do you want? Does it have to be exclusive?

Gail eyed him warily. “What do you mean? Do you want to see other women?”

Sam took another deep breath. It was time to be completely candid. “I do,” he said. “It has been exciting meeting women. I don’t want to stop.” He tried a weak smile. “I’m just not ready for an exclusive relationship.”

“So what exactly do you want? To continue to have sex with me and at the same time go out with other women. Do you want to have sex with them, too?”

Sam shrugged. When she put it that way it didn’t seem exactly kosher. Still, he wasn’t about to give up the option. “I guess. Can’t we just have casual sex? Sleep together once in a while? Give each other pleasure?”

Gail was looking him with a mixture of astonishment and disgust. “Aside from the moral aspect, do you think you’re up to it? Remember you are seventy years old. Are you up to sleeping with more than one woman?”

Sam was silent. He didn’t want to correct her about his age, either. Actually he was eighty years old. Maybe he was being a bit unrealistic. Still, he was not going to commit to an exclusive arrangement. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “Would you be willing to try it? See what happens.”

Gail was silent for a long time. “I don’t think so,” she said finally. “But I will think about it. Will you take me home now?”

They were both silent as he drove her to her house. From her expression, Sam was pretty sure she had decided to dump him. He was not sorry. In his heart he knew he would never be able to satisfy her strong sexual appetite. It would be a relief to be free of that obligation.

Besides, he would be able to seek out other women who were less demanding. They might be prettier, too.

Visions of lovely, exotic, unchallenging women danced through his head.

Still, he couldn’t help wishing he didn’t feel like such a dawg.