It was inevitable that I would have sex with Keith.
Firstly, ever since bumping into me, he had shown the requisite interest which, in recent times, had been enough to allow any man between my legs.
Secondly, following my failed encounter with the young guy in the toilet cubicle I had felt that burning compulsion to have sex. I needed it. Not for any pleasure but to restore the numbness before those dark storm clouds once again consumed me.
Such was this need I did not care that Keith was twice my age. It had gotten to the stage in the frenzied feeding of my compulsion that I was willing to not be that picky.
Not that there was much wrong with Keith. The grey flecks in his hair gave him that distinguished look and whilst time was starting to show on his lined face he was clearly quite handsome. I just hoped his cock worked. I had given a clear indication at least 30 minutes beforehand that we would be having sex in case he needed to go take a little blue pill.
By the end of the night I was inside his luxurious flat and he was inside me. It was a passionate encounter with Keith a mixture of enthusiasm and hesitancy. It was as if one part of his brain refused to accept that he was having sex with a much younger pretty girl. The other half seemed to be unsure whether he should be doing anything different.
Whether chemically induced or not he was hard and for my part I had just wanted him deep inside me. The dark clouds had been forming in my mind and I was in no mood to experience any of the malevolent shame they intended to strike down upon me.
Keith’s stamina surprised me. Perhaps unfairly I had assumed that it would be over in a matter of minutes or that he might just keel over. There was one moment when I looked at his face which was red, glistening with sweat, all contorted in the weirdest expression, I actually thought Keith might be having a heart attack. Turned out I was witnessing his orgasm face. A furious combination of thrusts that defied his age followed then a satisfied moan before rolling off, all sweating and panting.
Normally, as soon as it was over I would be on my feet getting dressed and making a hasty exit. I continued to be haunted by this image, that had invaded my dreams, of a dark figure. He signified my final liaison. Therefore I tended not to stick around the guy’s house, just in case he was a psychopath.
However with Keith something felt different. The storm clouds had gone. Usually there would be some remnant of the dark swirl but instead I felt normal. I felt drunk… . I felt Keith’s arm slide across as me as he snuggled up.
Woatheretiger. Selinadoesn‘t cuddle.
But I did not protest I just allowed my heavy eyes to close as I fell into a gentle slumber.
I awoke the next morning alone in the bed. My head hurt but it was a pain I welcomed. It was not caused by the ravages of the darkness but by the vast quantities of alcohol I had consumed the night before. I had a hangover. Whilst it made every movement hurt I much preferred this to the numbness I had become accustomed to.
“I’m Alive!” I said internally before taking four attempts to actually get out of the bed.
I stood naked in some stranger’s bedroom and it was a dilemma I had not experienced in a while. Do I put on last night’s clothes? I picked them up from the floor, which took longer than it should have; every time I bent down the floor seemed to sink further away from me.
When I finally retrieved my clothes they smelt of last night – alcohol, cigarettes, sex. The accumulated scent made me feel nauseous. I was of course fully prepared to take the walk of shame home in yesterday’s outfit but another drawback of the hangover was my throat felt dry and I could certainly do with a coffee. I had no idea where my aging lover was. I didn’t really know where I was.
I spied on a chair a neatly pressed shirt which, along with my panties, I slipped on. This certainly should give him no funny ideas. When I finally reached the kitchen, Keith was at the stove cooking up some scrambled eggs. He had the air of a fifty year old that had just spent the night fucking someone younger. He was humming away to some awful jazz tune as he spied me;
“Ahh Selina. Good Morning to you” he exclaimed, stuttering a little as he noted what I was wearing.
He gestured to a round table for me to sit where he brought me some orange juice and the nectar of the Gods….. a coffee.
“I am making some scrambled eggs if you fancy some or there are some croissants on the table” he spoke in a posh accent, a hint of nervousness underlined each word. He was like one of those kind yet bumbling British characters that Colin Firth always seems to play.
Keeping eye contact with him I grabbed a croissant and bit off the end, chewing suspiciously like I was some feral girl who had spent my life in some woods being raised by wolves. Keith would be the kindly gentleman who would teach me the ways of the human folk. Alternatively, he could be the evil hunter intent of having me mounted on his wall as a prized catch. I opted for the former because Colin Firth only plays good guys, doesn’t he?
He joined me at the table with a steaming pile of scrambled eggs which he lavishly spread on my plate. Sitting down opposite he flicked through the newspaper while still humming that incessant jazz tune. I ate in silence. He didn’t look at me, just read his paper pausing only to take a bite of his breakfast. He managed to do this all without breaking tune.
“Selina I’m thinking of taking a drive in the countryside this afternoon” he said suddenly without looking up from the paper “I wondered if you care to join me?.. There’s a lovely pub there who do a wonderful Ploughman’s lunch.”
He looked up at me for my answer just at the point I was devouring a massive spoonful of scrambled eggs.
I nodded my agreement. I maybe should have given it some more thought but I wanted Keith to return to his paper before egg spilled out of my mouth.
“Delightful” he said looking back down at his newspaper “Of course we will swing round yours so you can change.”
The drive to the pub was silent, well apart from Keith humming away to jazz music. I was preoccupied with a thought;
I have just agreed to get in a car with a complete stranger and drive through woodland to the middle of nowhere.
Despite the fact I may have voluntarily consented to my demise I actually felt calm. There was something wonderfully disarming about Keith. His bumbling British manner put me at ease and I felt he was more Kind Keith than Killer Keith.
At the pub he generously bought me lunch and despite the remnants of my hangover still lingering I washed it down with several beers. Keith was more than happy to tell me about his life. He was a Partner in a big city law firm. I would tell you more about that but I kind of switched off whilst he was telling me….. something something corporate something.
He was presently going through a divorce and he had a daughter the same age as me; we both looked awkwardly away when he revealed that fun fact. He asked me about myself and I was cagey at first to reveal too much but such was his innocent charm I found I told him more than I had intended.
I was going to end the brief summary of my life with the fact that I really hate being bludgeoned to death in the middle of a woods. You know, just in case. Yet I felt totally safe with Keith the only unease that was building was that it felt like a date. Was I dating a fifty year old? Did he think it was a date?
It was around this point that he finally raised our sexual antics from the previous night.
“Selina I must say last night was amazing” he begun “I know it would be foolish of me to believe you would want to do it again…Would you?”
He paused looking at me for some response but I was eating a chocolate cheesecake.
Again with answering questions whilst my mouth is full!
Still devouring the cheesecake and unable to respond I just smiled, Keith took the opportunity to continue.
“Well anyway at least that’s something I can cross off my list”
I gulped down the mouthful of dessert and replied “You have a list?”
“Oh yes” he said rather boldly “A bucket list. Do you not have one?”
I giggled whilst picking at the remnants of chocolate on my plate “No. Anyway I thought they were just about skydiving and visiting pyramids.”
A bashful smile spread across his face as he responded “Well mine was like that, but there were a few.. carnal things I put on there.”
“A few?” I said raising an eyebrow “Like what?”
“Well… erm..” he bumbled “I can show you the list.. If you like?”
He picked up his phone and after a few taps on his screen he slid it towards me. I looked down to see all neatly presented Keith’s Bucket List.
I scanned through the dull ones like motor car racing until I got to the juicy portion. I looked up at Keith who stared at me nervously as I flicked through the list.
“Done… Done… Not done..” I said as I scrolled through “Don’t know what that is…. and you shouldn’t even be thinking that one let alone writing it down you dirty bastard.’
I looked up at Keith who had the expression of a school kid who was agonisingly waiting for his Teacher to mark his homework.
He gave a nervous smile and said “So? What do you think?”
I was unsure how to respond, unclear if he expected me to give feedback on each individual one.
“Yeh, they’re cool.” I answered nonchalantly “Although number 12… Wrong.. Just wrong.”
Keith let out a nervous laugh and replied “Well at least thanks to you I can cross one off the list.”
“I didn’t see one that said fuck a girl half your age.” I retorted.
More nervous laughter from Keith as he replied “No but a one night stand was.” He took a sip from his glass of red wine before continuing “I’d like to do a few more on that list …..with you”
I was rather taken back by his sudden boldness. I had endured what seemed a lifetime of bumbling and indecision before he ordered his lunch, which turned out to be exactly what he always ordered, yet here he was making a very direct request.
It was this directness which caught me a little off guard. I had expected him to try and have sex with me again, I would have been offended if he hadn’t. Yet I was at a loss on how to respond and just raised an eyebrow.
Concerned he may have offended me Keith returned to his more familiar bumbling nature.
“I mean you of course do not have to. It wouldn’t just be sex.. I’d buy you things.. You know.. Treat you.”
“I’m not a whore Keith” I replied, a mischievous half-smile on my face.
“No.. No.. You most certainly are not.. What I mean is we can go out” he said, floundering for the right words “You know, like dinner or a show and if you fancied doing something off the list then…. we can”
Before I could respond he added “But only if you want to.. No pressure.” For good measure he concluded with “And you wouldn’t be a whore.”
I smiled and contemplated his offer. I had no idea why but being in Keith’s presence made the storm clouds stay away. Maybe I could do with a holiday from the numbness. It had been a bad year and I was clinging on by a thread. Perhaps indulging in Keith’s list of lust would help me hold on that little bit longer.
I had no intention of ‘dating’ Keith and would have to be careful not to let him become too attached. It would be good for both of us. I can step out of the darkness for a short while and Keith… well he gets his naughty fantasies fulfilled.
Isn’t that how it all began? This desire to please others, to make their fantasies come true. Selina The Fantasy Giver – that’s what I used to call myself but recently it had just been Lina. She had been thriving in the darkness and what it compelled me to do. I concluded there was nothing wrong with the offer Keith had presented me with.
“Okay.” I said “I’m up for that.”
His face lit up not quite sure if I had agreed to his proposal. “Really?” he exclaimed “Well now that is rather pleasant.”
“But not number twelve.” I pointed out.
“No. Well we can discuss the ones you are happy to do.” He replied.
I smiled and went back to finishing the last of my cheesecake, glancing over at Keith who had the expression of a child who had just been told he can have all the toys in the shop.
For my part I felt happy. Not that giddy happiness someone may have when first embarking on a relationship. It wasn’t going to be like that. It was most certainly not a relationship.
It just felt good to be the Fantasy Giver again and this time I knew exactly what I was letting myself in for. Here it was before me in Times New Roman font, all nicely underlined and arranged. There could be no misunderstandings. No mistakes. Plus by the sounds of it I was going to get well fed for my effort.
It was a good deal and you only make good deals with good people.
I mean who else is there to make a deal with?
With the deal done, will Keith be my saviour? Find out here