8. WES 3 years ago

8

WES 3 years ago

I know this sounds stupid but Hazel turning twenty-one today opens up a different relationship between us. I never wanted to be seen as that guy who looked like they had a younger girl just to stay young or to make it look like I was taking advantage. Starting out as friends first, despite my attraction, has really been great. I still fight myself over not being good enough for her. I know she wants more, and I don't know if keeping her as a friend is hurting or helping either one of us right now.

Shit or get off the pot, Wes.

She's young, pre-med and has her whole future ahead of her. All I would do is make her stationary in this small town and probably screw something up along the way. I'm not suave like Maverick, I'm not an all-around hometown guy like Jay, and I'm definitely not romantic like my dad. I'm selfish in that I don't want anyone to have her, but I don't want to commit to her either. She has options and they aren't me.

Over the last three years, I'm not proud of it, but when I found myself falling into her trap, I would disappear. I would put distance between us for a few weeks at a time and then I would show up to a place I knew she'd be with another woman on my arm. I'd treat her like a sister, and I would make sure to enforce that space between us.

I hated myself for doing it each time.

But tonight feels different. Tonight feels like there's no age difference or actually, that our different stages of life are not so different after all. She graduates in a few months and she's been telling me she's planning to stay in town. She speaks highly of Magnolia Point, how could you not , and she wants to build a life here. She'll continue her nursing school right here with an internship at Magnolia Point Clinic.

These are all great reasons to stay but I want to be the main reason she stays. Now I just have to figure out how to show her.

Me: Happy birthday, beautiful.

Hazel: Thank you.

Me: Can I take you out tonight?

Hazel: You gotta be faster than that. My girls already have the night planned.

Me: Well then, tell me where you'll be and I'll meet you out.

Hazel: You want to be seen in public with a younger woman? What has come over you Mr. Parker?

Oh, when she calls me that and gives me sass, it's all I can do to keep from coming in my jeans. Her teasing banter is becoming more pronounced and harder for me to ignore.

Me: You're officially twenty-one years responsible tonight.

Hazel: So that pushes me over the age threshold?

Me: Something like that. Tell me where you'll be.

Hazel: We're going to dinner at Just In Queso then going to the bar.

Me: I'll meet you there.

Hazel: Gift me, baby!

If she only knew I'd gift her the world if I could.

I pull out jeans and a shirt from my dresser and grab a towel from the linen closet. Jumping in the shower my thoughts wander to Hazel as the hot water rushes over me. I should stand under the cold spray and calm myself down but instead, I imagine Hazel on stage tonight, singing to me , laughing and bouncing around.

Her body has curves in all the right places and my hand gravitates to my cock while I think about those curves and how they'd feel under me. Giving in to my daydreams, I squirt a bit of shower gel in my hand, lean against the cool shower wall on my forearm and take my cock in my left hand. I work myself to the brink while I think about how it would feel to drive into her over and over.

I've fantasized about her many times but if I'm going to make it through tonight, I need to relieve the pressure. My strokes get faster and I tug just a bit harder. My head hangs loosely on my neck, the water running down my shoulders. I close my eyes and let out a hiss as my orgasm comes quick and strong.

"Fuck," I moan, pumping my hips into the dream that is Hazel. I sag against the cool tile and realize I'm in deeper than I thought.