I found Katelyn on OKCupid.
She was barely 20. Nearly 16 years my junior.
We made plans for a coffeehouse date several days later. Sun was down when I drove to meet her. Parking was bad. Luckily, we arrived simultaneously and saw each other pull in. Parked next to each other in the tree-lined residential streets behind the shop.
She got down off her ride and seemed to glide towards me through the yellow sodium street light glare. Not in college – but she looked like a perfect American sorority girl. Tall – right at my height in her heels. Long platinum hair glowing almost white. Done up in a thick braid and draped over one delicate shoulder. Body curvy but toned with a perfect ass and midsized but shapely breasts. Clear skin lightly bronzed. A short blue dress and a beige leather jacket clung to her hourglass figure. Ivory smile, sapphire eyes sparkling, impeccable makeup and gleaming nails.
But I didn’t react to her looks. Just a casual hello how are you and no touching.
We entered the crowded coffeehouse. She’s immediately the hottest person there. People openly eyefuck her as we stroll up to the order counter – naked male lust mixed with seething female envy. The barista was hypnotized.
We got drinks and escaped outside to the porch, where it was less crowded. This space was great for first dates – spacious, murky, and screened in. I led her to an unoccupied corner bench and sat down right next to her. As close as I could get, pushing my knees against her bare legs.
Katelyn seemed feminine and softspoken. I got her talking about sex and past boyfriends. Her N count was 2. Amazingly low given her looks and age. And assuming she was telling the truth. Either way my attraction was so strong that the touching came naturally. I put my hands all over her. She didn’t really touch me back. But seemed to enjoy my aggressive kino. And though she wasn’t touchy-feely she started asking pointed questions. What I did for a living, where I was from, where I traveled, and so on.
Then it started to rain. Light and steady at first; it quickly morphed into a deluge. Lightening turning the sky electric blue and thunder rolling overhead. So intense we had trouble hearing each other. That might seem like a needless detail. But it’s important because this kind of storm isn’t common, and it made the date more challenging. Normally I’d cut it off after around one hour. But we were trapped. The storm wouldn’t stop. And our cars were parked in the street several blocks away. So what should have been a sixty minute date stretched to over two hours as we waited it out.
Finally the shop closed. We had to leave. We sprinted through the icy downpour back to the cars. Shivering and drenched, we didn’t even say goodbye, just went our separate ways.
But she texted me the next day:
Katelyn: Hey how’s work? (:
MF: works good. Lets hang out again
Katelyn: ok (:
MF: Come over to my house thursday for a movie. Will cook you dinner
Katelyn: ya that sounds good (;
Then she texted me the morning of the second date. She wanted to reschedule for next Tuesday. Over a week after our first date. I agreed.
She sent a single text the morning of our [already rescheduled] second date:
Katelyn: hey (;
MF: still on for tonight?
No answer. Radio silence. She flaked. I called her later, but no answer.
I conceded defeat.
Deleted her number.
She surprised me with a text the next morning:
Katelyn: Im really sorry about last night
MF: not mad. Just kinda curious now…what do you want from me, exactly
Katelyn: idk I don’t exactly know you..n honestly wasn’t to comfortable coming over your place
Katelyn: not saying your a weirdo or anything…
MF: I understand. Not trying to rush you. We could met in somewhere public again…
MF: and I forgive you for flaking lol ;)
Katelyn: Good!! (:
MF: so, let’s get coffee
MF: And, you can cyberstalk me too: [redacted].com
Katelyn: Ya(: is that your website?
MF: Yes. Meet me today or tonight..
Katelyn: Ya today sounds good(:
Katelyn: You off work?
MF: I work in coffee shops lol. At one now. Can meet whenever…
Katelyn: Can we meet in [redacted]?
MF: Let’s meet central again! Or do you need a ride?
Katelyn: Ya I can’t get that far
MF: Oh ok
Katelyn: I’m really broke right now lol lame
MF: Oh. So want me to pick you up in [redacted]?
Katelyn: Ya (:
MF: Ok. I can do that.
Katelyn: [redacted] mall?
MF: Ok. How about 130
Katelyn: Sounds good
So, she wanted to meet again. She just didn’t want to come to my house yet. And she was broke and needed a ride, but didn’t have the courage to ask.
Fuck. I’d have to drive 30 miles to pick her up. And then 30 miles back!
I almost said no. I didn’t want to go so far. And driving to her DID NOT set a good precedent.
But, I also had to be flexible. She was young, hot, and I wanted her. If I got her in front of me again, I knew my chances of banging her were excellent.
So, I made the trek north.
She was waiting for me at the mall when I pulled in. She left her car and jumped into my ride. She looked great. Platinum hair done up in twin pigtails this time. Sleeveless and legless white jumpsuit highlighting her porn-star body.
The logistics were bad. We were far from my place. I needed to get her south, closer to my house, but couldn’t be too obvious about it.
I suggested we grab coffee at a shop further south. Subtly making our way back down to my ‘hood. We arrived and ordered coffee. Not wanting to spend too much time there, we left after 20 minutes.
It was a perfect spring day and she wanted to go for a “hike.” Since she was wearing sandals, I recommended a walk in the park instead. She agreed and we traveled south again. We took a short walk around a local park, holding hands like an old married couple. It was pleasant but humid. We were both soon sweating.
So I suggested dinner, a movie, and air-conditioning back at my pad. She said yes. On the way to my place we got food at a grocery store and picked up a few Redbox movies. Finally, we arrived at my house, plopped on the couch, and watched Wolf Of Wall Street.
I kissed her fast and escalated quickly. She offered token resistance as I stripped off her jumpsuit, bra, and panties. I was inside her halfway through the movie – the sun hadn’t even gone down yet. She was so attractive I almost blew my load too fast, the first time. But I controlled myself, rallied, and banged her like a champion. We fucked three different times that night, then passed out.
I drove her back north the next morning.
We kept in touch via text and I saw her again over a week later. I agreed to pick her up, again. We went canoeing, then hung out at my house and had sex, again.
Some would call this a solid win. Katelyn is one of the hottest girls I’ve banged. A blonde blue-eyed sorority clone significantly younger than me. But it’s a bittersweet notch. She’s an American millennial. Which means she’s a pain in the ass. Flaky, difficult, and demanding. Strong sense of entitlement. She lied about her age – I found out her real birthday when checking her ID. And ironically, though she’s a smart phone addict, she sucks at communicating.
Really all she offers is sex with a tight young body.
Given enough time I could likely break her rebellious spirit and mold her properly for a long-term relationship.
But I’m not sure she’s worth it.
We’ll see how it plays out.
Total Cost – approx $35
Time Spent – 7-8 hours meet to first lay
Lesson Learned – This lay just confirms that very young women are super flaky. Extreme persistence, patience, and flexibility are necessary when the age difference is so large.
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