WASTED, NOT WANTED.".
A novel extract by ALEX GRANT
Becky Sam was in
point of fact not that old, just slightly for me on the right
side of fifty when a woman needs a lot of a man to maintain her estrogen
levels especially after a hysterectomy. A professor of gender-studies
at a university that had surpassed the militancy of hard-core feminism
and no longer indulged in misandry, Becky - to her male admirers, Sam
to her female ones could now celebrate her propensity for what
was known in the 70s as sport-fucking. Playing was such a release
for women of a certain age. I had been beckoned by her on
the bus. "You look like a guy who could help a lady with her taxes"
she murmured giving me that cat-like under the lids look."Well
some ladies do find I can tax their patience as well as their nerve-endings".
"If you will consent to spending an hour in my den going over these
damned forms which are way overdue Ill drive you home in my new
Thus began the oddest
friendship I can remember.Becky liked to call me on my cell and make
a tryst on the self-same bus and then pretend we were total strangers.
She would give me the lynx glance from lowered lids and say:
" Could you help me with this crossword, sir? Whats a nine
letter word for bosom? It couldnt be gazongas could it? And an
eleven letter word for to screw,beginning with F?"
So playing these
roles escalated into physical games. Shed sigh "Am I sick
and tired of always having to be in charge all day long, bossing my
students defying my superiors,fighting the read tape
would pause a sly smile on her lips "So just what are you going
to do to me, you big brute?"
Back in her den-cum-study I would have to insist that she assumed the
position, I the highway patrolman she the miscreant caught driving pell-mell
one hundred klicks over the limit.
I had to cuff her before I checked her I.D. and had to conduct a full
body search for any concealed weaponry on her person. "Assume the
position Madam, spread your legs and reach for the sky".Inevitably
I did swiftly locate three weapons ready to explode. Women
are lucky that way. Once triggered these outlets permitted Becky Sam
to forget all about being an old pro and could forgo being a take-charge
kinda gal. For her that was true sexual liberation.
Afterwards she would
murmur pleadingly "Could we finesse that routine just a tad more
please?" Within a half-hour she was ready to rumble again both
her superstructure and infrastructure eager to swell and compel her
complete attention. I would murmur in turn "You know Becky that
the finest way to find yourself is to lose yourself entirely in another
person body and soul".
"So very true" she would reply.The very best hour we spent
in one anothers company was in the back seat of her new sports
car,which was upholstered in beige leather. We were like two horny teenagers,shed
say "Butter would not melt in your mouth,would it?"
"Otherwise this lovely buttery leather would just liquefy, nest-ce
pas,ma petite choux-fleur?" "Liquefaction does give you satisfaction,
doesnt it dahlink? As the distinguished or is it extinguished
British philosopher Sir Michael Jagger used to insist You may
never get what you want but you can always get what you need.
Age of course has
little to do with lust just as love has little to do with the biological
imperative. For which I thank the Goddess.
© Alex Grant
If you want another taste - you'll have to wait - He's a bad boy.
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