Back in the Game

I'm getting too old for this shit!

Here I am thirty years old in some Super 8 motel recovering from a night reminscient of my college days. I turn to see the naked man or should I say boy passed out next to me. Steve? Sam? Does it really even matter? I turn to the other bed and see another naked man passed out, looks like Steve but a bit older.

What the hell happened last night?! I quietly climb out of bed praying I don't wake up either man-child while I frantically search for my clothes. A skirt, a thong, a bra, a seriously low cut top. As I make my way to the bathroom, I glance over my shoulder at the evidence of a wild romp. Not bad for a thirty-year old divorcee.

The events from last night come back to me in flashes. I met up with my friend Kacie and her boyfriend Adam at their apartment in downtown Troy-let. This is where I tried E for the first and probably last time in my life. We drove to a techno club out in Saratoga while smoking copious amounts of pot...the good kind, not the trash high school kids buy but the kind where you have a dealer who still sports an old school pager.

I danced without abandon. I don't even like techno music, but the funny thing is after enough illicit drugs I guess I'm bound to like anything or anyone. There are too many people jammed in this club, I need air. On the outside porch designated for smokers I spotted him leaning against the far railing. Designer clothes, short blonde hair, looking calm and cool and collected. He looked young, real young, like they probably ID'd him when he came in here kind of young. He turned my way and we began eye fucking immediatly. Ohmygod I'm a pedafile!

Thick boston accent. His face close to mine. I smell the fresh tobacco on his warm breath. Wasn't really listening to much he said beacuse words didn't make much sense. I'm horny, it's been a while, and we both knew the score. His tongue was down my throat. He pushed me up against the wall and pulled my hair as he kissed me deeper. I massaged his rock hard cock through his pants.

"Let's get out of here", he says.

No words, all I did was nod. I'm sure Kacie and Adam will be fine.

Super 8 motel.
His older brother was there. Thick boston accent too. Threesome? Sure why the hell not? Groaning, sweating, naked bodies clumsily bumping up against one another. Someone's got my claw marks on their back. Holy shit, did we use condoms?

I scan the bathroom trash for used condoms or wrappers. Nothing. I tip toe out of the bathroom now fully clothed. Where are my shoes? My cute purple open-toe wedges. I love those shoes. Then I spot it on the younger one, the used condom still on his limp and lifeless dick. How about the other man-child? Nada. Well one out of two aint bad. Guess I'll be making my first trip to Planned Parenthood in eight years.

Almost on instinct I look in the mini fridge and spot one of my shoes. I grab my purse off the floor by the door and head out with shoe in hand. I can't very well walk with one 4 inch wedge and the other foot bare.

Whoever said that thirty was the new twenty is seriously dilluded. I am too old for this shit.