The Older Man Sarah cheats on her boyfriend (M/f, rom) By Marklemagne Please don't read this if you don't like erotica, don't like other people to read erotica or if you are a minor. This is a true story, although it didn't happen to me. Comments are welcome at marklemagne@canada.com. Sarah was still in high school when she started dating Wayne. He was 21 and working as a roofer in the hot Southern California sun when he spied her walking with some friends at the local mall and introduced himself. Wayne took one look at Sarah and was smitten. Sarah's mom never really liked Wayne -- she wondered why a 21-year-old couldn't find a woman his own age -- but she knew Sarah was a well- grounded and trustworthy young woman so she allowed them to date. Had her mom withheld her permission, Sarah probably would never have gone out with Wayne, since the last thing she ever wanted to do was disappoint mom. That's the kind of kid Sarah was. Like many young women, Sarah took pride in her appearance and she had the nice toned body of a runner. Her hair was a curly brownish-blonde, soft to the touch and fine as cornsilk. Her lips were made to be kissed; they were full and lush and naturally a deep coral color. Standing no taller than 5-4 and maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, Sarah was pocket-sized and built for speed. She was naturally a flirtatious girl, but not a tease. She didn't lead boys on unfairly, and wasn't afraid to fool around a bit. She was 17 years old and still a virgin, although she had given a couple of blow-jobs and a few handjobs to her steady boyfriends. She liked to date and dance, but just because you took her to the movies didn't mean she was going to toss you off. Because she moved here and there as she grew up, Sarah knew how to make friends and she wasn't shy. At her last school she had been a cheerleader -- captain of the squad, in fact -- but she moved west too late to try out for the squad and had taken up sports instead. Sports kept her fit and toned, and she looked mighty fine in her pink strapless bikini. In addition to the shapely buns and nice palm- sized breasts, the other thing you would notice in the picture were her spectacular eyes. Bright like diamonds, they shone with a hue that was somewhere between blue and green, and almost seemed to reach out at you. Once Wayne moved in on her, the high school boys didn't stand a chance. After all, here was this 21-year-old guy earning union wages who would show up as school got out in either his 4x4 or his motorcycle. Those pimply faced high schoolers could never compete in his league, no matter how hard they tried. As a result, she grew up fast that spring. It wasn't long after they started dating that he convinced her to give up her virginity. Wayne knew he had a good thing, but he was a little too sure of himself for his own good. He knew Sarah had these romantic notions of the two of them settling down and him taking care of her. He figured as long as he let her have her little fantasy, he could continue to live his single-guy- in- Southern California-in-the-80s lifestyle. With self-assurance, he told her he wouldn't take her to the prom, but she was free to accept another offer, and that if some of her guy friends wanted to take her to a school dance or something, that was all right with him. In return, Wayne expected Sarah to understand why she was forbidden to come to Newport Beach with him and his buddies on their summer vacation. "It's just the guys," Wayne told her. "We've rented a beach house and we're going to be partying. None of the guys are bringing their girlfriends." Sarah didn't take the brush-off well. She didn't like the idea that she was expected to sit at home like some sort of loyal war bride while Wayne spent his vacation partying with his buddies in some sort of beach, babes and booze fest. In the end there was little she could do. She tried guilt and she tried nagging. She asked nicely and then she pouted. Ultimately she saw the futility of her actions and gave up. But Wayne's refusal to allow Sarah to come to Newport planted the seed of conspiracy in their relationship and changed the ground rules they lived by. Wayne's confidence in the relationship led him to make his second mistake shortly afterward. He invited Sarah to a party at a friend's house, and promptly disappeared off somewhere with his friends. He had forbidden Sarah to drink alcohol since she was a minor, and he knew Sarah's mother would send the cops out after him if he brought her home drunk. Besides, Sarah wasn't a big drinker anyway. So there little Sarah sat, all by herself while Wayne and his buddies debated the finer points of this surfboard or that. Dressed in a nice short denim skirt, white blouse and white keds, she sat on a barstool in the corner, watching the people dancing or talking. This was getting old, she thought to herself. These "grown-up" parties aren't all they're cracked up to be. Her feet swung beneath her, kicking softly at the lower rung of the barstool and she was daydreaming about post-high school plans when an older man came up and interrupted her train of thought. "If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't leave you alone in a place like this," the man said. Sarah looked up to see a rusty-haired bearded man with a knit tie loosened around his throat smiling at her. She smiled back. "Hello," said the stranger. "I'm Don. And you are..." He let the sentence fall away as he extended his hand. "Sarah," she replied, shaking his hand. "You're here with Wayne?" "Yes. Are you here with anyone?" Don laughed, a warm chuckle that reminded Sarah of a macaw she once heard at the San Diego Zoo. "No," he said. "I'm solo. I work with Derek, Wayne's brother." And so it began, Sarah's one and only foray into infidelity. She hadn't planned on getting involved with someone else. She hadn't even considered sleeping with Don when he asked for her telephone number. But when Wayne left for his boys-gone-wild week at Newport and Sarah faced seven days faithfully sitting home alone, the stage was set for an exciting little fling. Don didn't waste any time calling Sarah after that party. Let's go out, he asked. Just dinner, he promised. Sarah figured it was easy to apologize than to ask permission, so she didn't bother telling her mother about whom she was meeting down in Laguna. After all, mom had a hard time accepting a 21-year-old boyfriend, there was no way she would allow Sarah to cheat with a 26- year-old man with a 2-year-old daughter. True to his word, Don was a perfect gentleman that first date. There was a nice dinner -- he did allow Sarah a white zinfandel with the meal -- and a chaste kiss on the cheek as he dropped her off at her car which had been left at the marina. Don was a veteran at this game, he bided his time knowing that this flower was not yet ripe for plucking. His motives were pure; he had no pretense of this being anything more than a short flirtatious affair, and Sarah felt the same way. She wasn't happy with Wayne taking their relationship for granted, but she didn't plan on leaving him anytime soon. Over the next few nights, Don and Sarah got a little more intimate. There was a heavy mashing session on the couch in his apartment and Don showed Sarah the difference between a 21-year-old horndog and a seasoned almost- thirty-year-old who knew the value of foreplay. Wayne was like a rabbit, Sarah thought to herself. Wham-bam-thank- you-ma'am and all that. Foreplay to Wayne was a chore, something he did by rote: a kiss on the neck, a squeeze on the breast, are you wet yet? No, OK, another couple of kisses and squeezes and boom off to the races. Don, on the other hand, spent what seemed like hours just touching her silky skin, stroking her face, whispering the words of sweet endearment that made Sarah swoon beneath his touch. He seemed to be as interested in her pleasure as he was in his own. Don knew he had been given a jewel, and he treated Sarah as something precious. Watching her take her pleasure from his caress was satisfaction enough, because Don looked on it as an investment. When the time came for sex -- he didn't like to think of it as fucking - - Sarah would be tuned like a Stradivarius and he would be her maestro. The music they would make together would be magical. --- Sarah had a pretty good idea that tonight was the night Don would make his move, and she wasn't sure how she would respond. Kissing and necking wasn't cheating, but anything more intimate would be a step across the imaginary boundry between monogomy and infidelity. She didn't know if she was ready to take that step, but as she readied herself for that night's date, she made the requisite preparations. She chose her sexiest pair of panties -- as a high school girl they weren't the kind of item one saw in a Fredericks of Hollywood Catalogue -- but before she stepped into them, she made sure that her hair "down there" was neatly trimmed to an attractive triangle. A little powder here and a dash of perfume on the wrists and midway between her navel and pussy and Sarah was ready to get dressed. She chose a strapless sundress which tied behind her neck. It wasn't too overt nor was it too prudish, and she thought it made her look older. It also gave her the option of untying the top and leaving the bottom on, should she decide against going all the way. At this point, she still did not know how she would respond should Don want to make love to her. Sarah's instincts had been right. During dinner, it was clear that the couple seated in the secluded booth at the rear of the restaurant was involved in a complex mating ritual that was part instinct and part experience. Any second-year anthropology student could point out the signs that Sarah and Don were measuring each other up. The unconscious licking of lips, the lingering touches, the long unbroken stares were all subliminal signals sent back and forth that laid the ground work for getting laid. By the time the check came, Don was secure in the knowledge that tonight, Sarah would come home with him. In fact, he told her so, soon after the waiter left with his charge card. "You're coming back to my place," he said, looking hard into her eyes. "I'd like that," she replied, returning a knowing stare. She drove her old Honda, a car that she would keep until she married (but that's another story), and parked next to Don's Saab beneath the balcony of his apartment. Taking her hand in his, Don walked with Sarah and opened the apartment door. Once they reached his apartment, they closed in on each other with ferocious desire. It wasn't something out of a romance novel or "From Here to Eternity," but it was still pretty. True to form, Don took his time with Sarah, spending long moments exploring her velvet skin and savoring her delicious taste. Eventually, they ended up in his bedroom, Don sitting on the edge of the bed, Sarah standing -- barefoot -- between his legs. Kissing her deeply, Don untied the string behind her neck holding the top of the sundress up and pulled the top down. He tugged it down to reveal her firm young breasts, her nipples hard and aching to be sucked. Letting the strings fall, he let out a deep breath in appreciation as he reached up to touch the hard nipples. Sarah was just the right height with her sandals off and he didn't have to look up or down in order to take a tip into his mouth. The elastic in the waistband of the sundress kept her skirt up and Sarah ran her fingers through Don's dusky brown hair as he suckled her nubile breasts. His hands moved from her chest around behind her to cup her ass cheeks through the soft cotton of the dress. Kneading the skin gently, he felt the line of her panties where they met her legs and marvelled at how smoothly the fabric of the dress slid over the satin underwear. Pulling away from her breast, Don looked up at Sarah. She stood gently swaying, eyes closed as if she were thinking of a song from long ago. She made no move as he grabbed the sundress and tugged the elastic down over her hips. The dress slipped down her thighs, the tight elastic no longer able to grab hold and Sarah stood before Don in just her mauve satin panties. Don stood up and gently helped Sarah to the bed. Then as she watched, he removed his own shirt and kicked off his sandals. He left his pants on lest he ruin the moment by moving too fast. Face to face they lay kissing. With the lightest of touches Don stroked his fingers up and down Sarah's body, from shoulder to thigh and up again, not moving too close to her panty-clad pussy. He nipped and sucked gently on her breasts, not favoring one over the other, and making sure that when his mouth covered one erect nipple, his fingers were softly kneading its partner. Finally it was time. Don drew his left hand down Sarah's side to her hip. He tapped her thigh and she took it as a signal to raise her hips. Arching her back, Sarah watched Don take the waistband of her panties in both hands and pull down. Like he did when he saw her breasts for the first time, Don let out a deep breath when her pussy was exposed. A low growl of appreciation rose from his throat and he rolled over to unbuckle his pants. There was a slight pause as he freed his legs from the khakis, but soon he rejoined his lover naked on the bed. His penis was hard and ready. Don placed his knees between Sarah's and spread them apart. The young girl's thighs opened willingly and he saw that she was quite wet and eager to take him. "You're not a..." he started to ask. "Oh, no," she said. "Are you using anything?" Don asked. He was a romantic, but he wasn't ready or willing to be a father again. Sarah said that yes, she was on the pill. Smiling and looking deep into her liquid eyes, Don lay on top of Sarah. She took a deep breath as he entered her, and he moaned in appreciation of her tight, hot wetness. Slowly he pushed into her, and they shifted their weight to make themselves more comfortable. He was not overly huge, nor was he too small. But to call Don average was unfair. He was a skilled cocksman and he knew how to use what he had been given. Occasionally hard and fast, sometimes slow and gentle, he varied his pace to push Sarah to ever higher levels of pleasure. Together, they moved their hips in concert; two instruments playing melody and harmony and coming together to make a symphony of pleasure. In her brief sex life, Sarah had never been...well...fucked, like this. And that's what this was, a fucking. Sure, they liked each other, but there really wasn't any love between Don and Sarah, so to call it making love would be inaccurate. Don was of the opinion that if you're going to do something you might as well do it right, so why not make a romantic event out a nice pleasant screw? She had never been as noisy in bed as she was with Don, and Wayne had never been this loud with her. And the sweat, my God, she thought, I never sweat like this with...with...uh...whatsisname...with Wayne. This was a completely different experience. Here her lover was concerned with how she felt; he wanted her to enjoy the sex, too. Wayne wasn't totally callous, but he liked to come. With Wayne the end result was the important thing while Don believed to travel pleasantly is better than to have arrived. The fairy tale ending to their encounter would involve mutual orgasm of the magnitude neither had ever experienced before, but try as she might, Sarah had never been able to climax during intercourse and did not that night. He eventually came after Sarah told him it was OK that she didn't come. And Don, ever the gentleman, helped her get off by kissing and stroking her breasts while she fingered herself to a pleasant, if unremarkable orgasm. Their relationship lasted far beyond the week that Wayne spent in Laguna; there was much Don taught Sarah about sex. Wayne satisfied her more down-to- earth needs, Don touched Sarah on a different, more erotic level. And while sensuality and sex are vital to a relationship, Don and Sarah shared little else in common and their clandestine trysts gradually grew less and less frequent until Sarah finished high school, broke up with Wayne and moved east to attend college. Over time, Don taught Sarah many things about sex and love. He was not afraid to tell her what he wanted his women to do in bed, and Sarah proved to be a good student. For his part, Wayne went along blissfully unaware that his girlfriend's increasing skills in bed came as a result of her affairs with another man. He continued to take Sarah for granted and that eventually drove a wedge between them that sex could not repair. It is fortunate that no one was really hurt by Sarah's adventure with Don. Wayne never knew, and she never wondered if he had strayed in Newport. When she looks back on that time in her life it is with gladness and even today whenever she thinks of Don it is with a smile. The End.