OK, that was a little more information than I’d expected. A little more candid. I looked over at Rachel and she was smiling at me. Her smile spread wider as our eyes met. She stretched in her seat and I glanced at her body without meaning to. I looked back at the road.
Fuck me, she really was stunning though. The thought popped into my head before I could stop it. It was impossible not to notice it about her though. Rachel was beautiful, she was achingly pretty. Her eyes were incredible, she had high cheek bones, her blonde hair was thick and luscious. Her body lithe and supple. She radiated youth and vitality.
I’d always tried to suppress those thoughts though, each time I’d seen Rachel, they were far from appropriate. But dear god, Rachel looked even better than usual as she sat next to me in the car. She was distractingly pretty. I got a hint of her perfume too as she sat close to me, light and fresh and summery. I knew it was wrong, she was nineteen years old, twenty-one years younger than me, but dear god, I was only human. I tried my best to ignore the feel of my cock hardening against my thigh. I looked across at Rachel a second time. She caught my eye, she smiled again.
“Trust me,” I said. “I remember what that was like. I used to be nineteen too you know. I remember the freedom of uni, then how frustrating it was to come home and have my parents treat me like a kid again. To smother me.”
“Exactly.” Rachel said. I felt her staring at me. It felt her looking me up and down, like she was appraising me.
“I can picture you my age,” Rachel said. “I bet you had loads of fun at uni, even if you were studying business and accountancy.” She laughed again, more of a giggle this time. “I bet you stayed out all night and slept with anyone you wanted to, right?”
I felt the heat of a blush spreading over my face. Fuck, I was more than twenty years this girl’s senior. I shouldn’t be reacting like this. “Maybe.”
“I knew you’d understand,” Rachel said. “I could tell. You’re the type. You’re cool. My parents don’t get it though. They’d freak out if they found out about ten percent of what I’ve done this year.”
“They’re your parents. That’s only natural. But what they don’t know, they can’t worry about. My advice is to do what you want, as long as you stay safe, and make sure your parents remain clueless.”
“That’s good advice. For life in general.” Rachel reached out and patted my arm. “Can you turn right up here?”
I felt hot where she’d touched me. My heart was beating faster. My dick throbbed in my trousers. She was getting to me. Rachel was talking to me like an equal, with such confidence now, it made me see her in a whole new light. It was going to my head. I found I was enjoying myself with her though. I found I wanted to flirt with Rachel, I wanted to make her laugh, as wrong as that was.
“I’m not one for advice,” I said. “I’m normally terrible at it. But if I could go back and be your age again, go back to uni, I’d definitely make more of it. You’re only young once. I wish I’d understood that at that age. I wish I’d done more. When you leave uni, when you get a job, you settle down. You get swamped in responsibilities. You lose your sense of adventure.”
“That’s sad. You should keep having adventures.”
“Not so easy when you’ve got a job and a mortgage and a wife and kids.”
“Please, you can still have adventures when you’re married Tom.” Rachel’s voice lowered when she spoke next, it was almost a whisper. She sounded conspiratorial. “What would you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“If you were young again now. If you could go back?”
I was having fun with her. I felt wide awake now. My impending headache had vanished. I felt a little reckless, but just a little. “Oh god, I shouldn’t say this. It’s not appropriate.”
Rachel laughed at me. “Go on, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret.”
I gave into the pressure of her gaze, of her pretty smile. “Well, I wish I’d had a lot more sex at uni, that’s for sure.”
Rachel giggled. “Tom. You absolute cad.”
I kept talking. I couldn’t seem to stop. I was enjoying having this young, beautiful woman’s attention. I wasn’t thinking of her as a girl anymore at all. “I was good looking at that age Rachel. I played a ton of sport, I was in great shape from it. And I turned down so much sex. I can’t believe it now. I was way too picky. I was a fucking idiot.”
“You’re still good looking now Tom. You’re in great shape. You’re hot.” She patted my arm again.
I tried my best to ignore that. My mouth kept moving though, it was running a couple of seconds faster than my brain. “My advice to you Rachel is don’t settle down too fast. Enjoy yourself and have lots of fun. Loads of sex. Be careful with it, but fuck, a lot. Because one day you’re going to end up married.”
“Noted. Will do,” Rachel said. “And trust me, this last year I’ve been working on it.”
I laughed this time. “Good for you. And make sure… god, I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
“Saying what? Make sure I what Tom? Don’t hold out on me now.”
“Make sure you try stuff out. Experiment. Find out what you like. Because if you find someone who likes the same stuff as you, then, wow. That’s all I’m going to say.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve made some headway in that area you,” Rachel said. “Trust me.”
She looked across at me for a moment. I felt Rachel’s eyes on me again. “What do you like?”
That was a step too far. “I’m not answering that question Rachel. I don’t even know you. Hell, I’m twice your age. More. This conversation is already inappropriate enough.”
“Fine. Got it.” Rachel went quite again before she spoke again. “You still have plenty of sex when you’re married though, right?”
That was crossing a line too, but I didn’t want to shut the conversation down completely. I knew I shouldn’t, but I answered her question. “Yeah, we do. But it’s not the same. I love Ellen, and she’s gorgeous, but I miss the excitement of being with someone new.” God, I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.
Rachel shrugged. “But you can still do that through too, can’t you? Fuck new people. Can you take the next left up here?”
I took a moment to look across at Rachel as I turned the car, to see if she was being serious or fucking with me. She looked serious. “What? No. You can’t. If you’re married, that’s it, you’re married. We don’t have an open relationship. We’re not like that.”
“Please, that’s so old fashioned,” Rachel said. “Fidelity destroys marriages, that’s what I read. Too much of the same thing is bad for you. You need the occasional adventure Tom. It keeps you fresh, keeps you committed to your partner.”
“No. Absolutely not. That’s not how marriage works.”
“That’s not what I’ve heard. I’ve heard marriage is like a diet. That if you’re too strict with yourself, that if you deny yourself all that temptation, you’ll never stick to the diet. You need a little leeway. You need to give in to temptation every now and then if you’re going to last the distance. You need the occasional cheat meal. Turn right up here please.”
“That’s absolutely not how marriage works. Besides, Ellen would never go for that. I don’t like the idea of it either.”