Mark is clearly passionate in telling this story as he gets quite animated here. He goes on, “So I’m thinking, what’s the point of hiding who I am? There’s a specific fantasy that I have in mind, that’s grown and grown in my head over the years, but I’ve never admitted it out loud to anyone, not even Linda. But for whatever reason, on that night I find myself thinking… this is so stupid for me to hide anything from her. She’s my best friend and she’s not going anywhere, so I decide right then and there… fuck it, I’m gonna tell her. So I do. And I admit to her that more than any other fantasy, I would absolutely love to fuck a teenage girl.”
When he says this, there’s no doubt I make some sort of a weird facial reaction. Because holy shit, how could I not? But as soon as he sees my reaction, Mark puts his hand out and says, “Ok, hold on. Let me clarify.”
He then continues on to explain, “You could have two girls in front of me, one is 18 years old and the other is 17. They both may be equally alluring, but while lusting after the first one may make me a dirty old man, lusting after the second one will make me an inmate… like in prison… if you get my drift. So just to be clear, when I use the word ‘teenager’ I’m not talking about anyone underage here, I’m talking about a young, but LEGAL 18-year-old girl. Like your age.”
As he says this he kind of catches himself and says, “Wait, you are 18, right? I thought I remember that from when we first chatted about this job.”
“Yeah. I’m 18 now.” I say and nod, still pretty overwhelmed by the turn this conversation has taken.
He laughs and then says, “Ok good. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t be able to be having any of this conversation with you right now.” And then laughs again. I’m equal parts terrified and fascinated about what he’s going to say next. The bottom line is I can’t believe he just admitted any of this to me. I’m utterly amazed at his honesty, and while like he said, he’s not suggesting anything illegal, I’ve just never gotten the impression that many middle-aged men are ever comfortable admitting that they openly lust after teenagers. But maybe this is something that is actually relatively common and I’ve just never been exposed to it? But regardless, holy fucking shit is this weird.
Mark’s clearly not done with his story, either. “So I flat out tell her this secret that I’ve had for years, and still have to this day, and I don’t hold back. I spew all sorts of perverted details like how I’d want this teenager to be a virgin, and how I’d want her to be this sweet adorable little thing with small titties and a tight shaved pussy. And the whole time I’m telling all of this to Linda, I’m thinking I have no idea what she’s going to say in response. Absolutely none. But you know what? It felt so good just to be honest and to bare my soul, as I like to say, that I wasn’t going to regret telling her no matter what Linda thought of me afterwards.” Mark then pauses, looks right at me and asks, “So what do you think she said?”
I have absolutely no idea, and so I just kind of look back at Mark while shaking my head and not saying anything.
“She told me it was the fucking hottest thing she’d ever heard!” Mark says with great excitement as he simultaneously claps his hands. “She was so excited that I actually admitted something so personal and so taboo. The other thing Linda did is she immediately pointed out that I probably was having these fantasies because I never fucked anyone while I was in high school. And she was right. I think the youngest person I ever had sex with was maybe 24? So here I was a 40-year-old man trying to make up for my underwhelming high school years by fantasizing about 18-year-old girls. But the best part of all, is how after this single confession, the two of us became so much closer. It was as if all those years of keeping part of me from her had limited how close we could ever become, and now that that filter was gone, our relationship went to a whole new level. Our sex life became so much hotter, but the non-sexual side of our relationship became better as well. It was so goddamn freeing and enlightening, it was the turning point in our marriage.”
After he finishes the story, I can’t help but look over at the stairs wondering when Linda will next come down next. Part of me is worried she might be able to hear this whole conversation and be horrified that he’s telling me all of this. But then again, with everything that he’s saying about how understanding she is, maybe she’d be fine with it?