Ask Me Again In Twenty Years

We met in college, a long way from home for either of us. I came from a comfortable middle class home, parents just celebrating thirty years together.

I was the middle child, an older sister and a younger brother. Didn't have any of the normal middle child issues, because according to my mother, ignoring me was like trying to fill a tub with a thimble, possible, but not probable.

Not that I was a whiny kid. Just demanded my due. I had always been a little obsessive[I preferred to use the word driven], and when I wanted to do something, learn something, go somewhere, I did everything in my power to make it happen. I got a lot of this from my grandfather.

He was seventy, and he was taking dancing lessons with my grandmother, something she had always wanted to do. They were taking lessons twice a week, practicing constantly, happy to show us their new moves. Then one night, in the middle of a waltz in the biggest ballroom in town, she collapsed.

She passed two hours later, a stroke. The doctors were puzzled, she was in really great shape for someone her age. A couple of months after the funeral my grandfather sat me down for a long talk.

"If you want to do something, do it now. We'd talked about dance lessons for forty years before we actually took them. One thing I've learned from this, you never know when it's your time. So do it now, son. If you want something, don't wait."

It became my personal mantra. I studied like mad, to the point I jumped a class in middle school, and one in high school. Graduated top of my class at sixteen. I worked, even though I didn't need to, saved every dime. Got a fake ID, got on a plane, went to Carnival in Rio. Had sex for the first time, with two women. Liked it so much I basically fucked my way through a month long hike in the Andes. Then went from there to Europe, spent a month in Germany. Loved those blond goddesses.

I called home a few times, just to let my parents know I was alive. My mom cried, my dad railed, then told me to be careful. I came home just in time to get into my dorm. I was on a full ride scholarship, and my parents sent me money from time to time. And the first thing I did was get a part time job.

College was interesting for a seventeen year old. I looked and acted older, so no one asked my age. Thanks to my travels, I knew how to please women, something the coeds soon learned. I never lacked for companionship.

I didn't take summer breaks, and graduated in three years, second in my class. Got an entry level job at a major firm, and worked my ass off. Went as far as I could without an MBA, and after I got passed over for promotion twice, I tendered my resignation. They weren't happy, I was one of their top producers.

We reached an agreement. They would partially fund my quest for an MBA, give me half days at full pay. I had to sign a contract for five years service after graduation, but I liked the company, so it worked out for everyone.

I was twenty four when I met Elsa. She was nineteen, fresh faced and eager to take on the world. We were in the library, and I heard her cursing under her breath, she was obviously having trouble. I looked at her book, a class I had taken years before.

"That's wrong," I said, looking at her answer.

"I know that, dumbass." she snarled not looking up. I laughed.

"I may be a dumbass, but I know the correct answer."

"Well then help me, and don't tell me the answer, tell me how to get it."

So we went outside and I spent thirty minutes walking her through it. When she got it, her smile was like a sunrise.

"Thanks," she gushed, "do you tutor?"

"Only redheaded freshmen with potty mouths. You got it now, the rest will be easy."

She was five four, red hair that shined in the sun. Oddly, she had brown eyes. Nice body. Smallish breasts[34A, I found out later], trim waist, and a cute little butt. Great legs, for her height.

I left her. I had done my good deed for the day.

I ran into her two weeks later at the library, again. I felt a presence, and looked up.

"I'm stuck again. See you outside."

I sat right where I was. Five minutes later she was back.

"Why didn't you come out?"

"Because I didn't hear the magic word."

"What word?"

I grinned.

"You don't seem dense, you'll figure it out eventually."

I left.

The next day she was back.

"Hi. I'm stuck. If you have a moment, could you help me. Please?"

"Ah, the magic word. How could I refuse?"

I ended up helping her get through her freshman year. She was on a scholarship just like I was at her age. She was from a single parent household, and money was tight. He mom took every overtime hour she could get to help her out.

I had my condo, a loft in the business district. I helped facilitate the deal that enabled the developer to acquire the whole street. As a gesture of gratitude, he let me have the smallest for a very reasonable price. We still work with his firm.

She lived in a dorm, with all the noise and distractions. I remembered well what that was like, so I took her home.

"Wow," she said, looking at the space. "Who decorated?"

"I did."

"Wow again." She looked at my 'history wall', my life in pictures. My childhood. A few from Carnival, from the Andes, Germany. My high school and college diplomas, and graduation pictures. My family. No women.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty four."

"For the third time, wow."

"Enough. You're here to study."

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We didn't date until after her sophomore year. She had acclimated to college life, and used the study habits I taught her to good advantage. We talked every time we crossed paths.

Then one Friday night she knocked on my door. She had obviously been crying. I brought her in, gave her a cup of tea.

"Want to talk?"

"Yes. No. What I really need is a place to sleep. Can I use your couch?"

I got it out of her in bits and pieces. She and her new roommate basically hated each other. They'd had a big fight, so she went to spend the night with her boyfriend, to find her place in his bed occupied by another.

The couch was a foldout, I sometimes had my younger brother stay with me, between jobs. I had helped him get two so far. I didn't hold out a lot of hope he'd last at either one, and I was right. Finally he moved back home.

I put fresh sheets on, gave her a tee shirt to sleep in, and went to bed. Got up the next morning to find her still asleep. She'd tangled the sheets up, and one leg was out, all the way up to her hip, the sides of her tiny panties visible.

One good thing abut living in a loft in a business district, all you had to do was walk downstairs to shop. Two doors down was a bagel shop that had been there for forty years. The best in town, in my opinion. The drink was selection was outstanding, if you liked coffee or coffee. Sal couldn't even pronounce barista,

let alone consider hiring one. The coffee was the best, dark and strong. I got half a dozen bagels, some flavored spreads, and two large coffees.

She was still asleep when I got back, so I set out the bagels and spreads, and waved the coffee under her nose. Her eyes popped open.

"Where am I?" she asked, disoriented.

"My condo. Remember last night?"

It came back to her, and her smile faded.

"Shit! Well, I'm not going to let that bother me now. What's that smell?"

She ate three bagels, she hadn't had anything since lunch the day before. Sated, she sat back and sighed.

"Thank you? Can I hang out here for awhile?"

"Sure, until about four. I have a date tonight, and I don't want to explain to her how I happen to have a hot little redhead lounging around in one of my shirts and pink bikini panties."

She blushed, tugging the shirt down.

"I need to change."

"Don't bother on my account," I said, grinning.

Showing some humor for the first time, she stuck out her tongue and threw a napkin at me, before flouncing off to the bathroom. I was cleaning the table when she called out to me.

She was standing at the door, looking back over her shoulder.

"Barry? They're not bikinis, it's a thong."

She had flipped the tail of the shirt up, showing that cute bottom in all its' glory. Instead of being flustered, I did a half bow.

"I stand corrected. Nice ass, by the way."

She colored, but was giggling as she closed the door. I heard the shower run, and she came back out in her jeans, but still had my shirt on. She helped me tidy up the apartment, remarking how clean it was, and asked if I had a service.

"No. I live alone, if you tidy up as you go, it doesn't take much to keep it clean. And I don't really like letting others do what I can do myself."

"Wow seems to be my favorite word for you. Apparently you're successful, you're good looking, polite, why aren't you married?"

I laughed and told her the truth. I hadn't fallen in love yet.

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To shorten it, she broke up with her 'asshole' boyfriend. She would date occasionally, but told me she wasn't looking.

"I'm waiting to fall in love, and it won't be with him." she once told me, when I asked why she stopped seeing a guy I thought she liked.

I got her an internship with my company that summer. It was a different department, we were a large company spread out over three floors, and I hardly ever saw her.

They were having their Fourth of July picnic when fate brought us together again. I didn't bring a date, not planning to stay, and she hadn't brought one, having the same plan in mind.

The CEO thwarted that when he asked us to help with the children, set up the games, generally supervise so the parents could enjoy themselves. I had no problem, I liked children, planned on having a few myself someday.

Soon we were surrounded. There were a few other adults, and they were smart enough to dump the two to four year old group on us.

It was like herding cats. Their attention span was at best thirty seconds, and then they scattered in different directions. We wrangled them for two hours, and were exhausted when lunch time came around. We grabbed a plate, and found a empty gazebo to hide in.

We talked, she told me about her job, I told her about finally getting the promotion I wanted. Before we knew it two hours had flown by. I drove her back to the apartment she shared with three other girls.

She gave me a nice kiss.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," thinking she meant for the ride.

"No," she said. "I mean thank you for getting me this job. It takes a lot of the burden off my mother. And thank you for getting me through freshman year."

"Again, you're welcome."

She was wearing a white tank top and pink shorts. She grabbed my hand.

"Look, she said, twirling around. "What you see here is a full grown woman. One that would like to ask you out. Wanna do something with me?"

I hadn't really thought about it. She was hot, I just never thought about her as a woman. I grinned suddenly, watching her expectant face.

"No," I said, letting her face fall. "I'm not comfortable with women who ask me out. But, I have tickets to the Fallen Dolls concert next week, care to join me?"

The Fallen Dolls were an all woman group, up and coming on the music scene. Their first CD was headed for gold, and Rolling Stone called them this generations' GoGos. It was next to impossible to get a ticket.

She went from sad to joyous in about three seconds.

"Let me think about it yes Yes YES!"

"Great. The concert is at eight, I'll pick you up at six and we'll have something light before we go. Don't want to be jumping up and down on a full stomach."

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I surprised her when I showed op on my Vulcan, a 1300 Kawasaki Vtwin I'd gotten five weeks ago. I put her helmet on and adjusted it, told her to hold on tight, and took off.

We had a nice light dinner, and took in the show. They tore the house down, and afterwards we stopped off to have a beer. I had one, couldn't be too careful on a bike. We were talking about the band.

"Which one is your favorite?"

"Ginger Adams. Seems I've developed a thing for hot redheads."

She blushed and held my arm tighter. By the time school started she had moved in with me, avoiding the dorms.

She was no virgin, but then who expects that from a junior in college? She wasn't very experienced, confessing she had only had four lovers, if you count the three minutes in high school when she lost her virginity. When I went down on her, she went crazy, flooding my mouth in four minutes. Though not a screamer, she loved to talk during sex, the hotter I got her, she dirtier her mouth got.

"Oh fuck! That's it, that's it, right there. Eat that cunt, I'm gonna cum so hard on that tongue!"

"Wimp! Pound this pussy. Fuck me like you mean it, or get off! Oh,Oh, shitfuckdamn, here it comes!"

She was hot, flexible, insatiable. I thought she was going to kill me. She was also a true redhead, though she shaved, and all I ever saw was a little stubble now and then. By the time graduation came, we had set a date.

We went to break the news to her mother. I had talked on the phone with her a couple of times, but hadn't actually met her until we went to pick her up for graduation.

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She opened the door, and the first thing I thought was she never told me she had an older sister. When I found out it was indeed her mother I raised an eyebrow. She was a hotter, STRESS hotter, taller, better developed version of Elsa.

I started grinning and unexpectedly hugged her.

"What was that for?"

Still grinning, I told her to ask me again in twenty years. I got the story out of her over the weekend. She'd been a hellion, one that her parents couldn't control. She rolled up pregnant at a very early age, she wouldn't exactly say how early, and her parents disowned her. Her grandmother took her in, on the condition she keep the child. So Elsa got raised by a teenage single mom and her sixty year old grandmother. Elsa had never met her grandparents.

Sarah was a hell of a woman, putting her life on hold until her child was raised. She dated exactly six times while Elsa grew up. She had started going out, when Elsa went off to college. Still couldn't find a man that interested her enough to be thinking about anything of permanence.

We got married, a small ceremony attended by my family, her mom, and our work and college friends.

I got her mother a job at my company and helped her get a nice apartment close by. I would even take her to lunch every couple of weeks. Elsa complained I took her mother out more than I did her. It was funny, watching my mother in law get hit on. She finally told them I was her husband to keep the wolves at bay. We looked close enough in age to pull it off. Elsa didn't think it was nearly as funny as we did.

Things went along great for a few years. Elsa had gotten a job in her field, making decent money, even had to travel a day or so every month or two.

We were happy. Sarah and my family hit it off, and we sometimes went on vacation as a group.

I caught my brother sniffing around Sarah, even though she was old enough to be his mother, and the look in her eye told me he was about to get an unpleasant experience. I heard the slap that night, her room was below ours and I was sitting on the balcony. I got down in time to see Jack holding his jaw while Sarah tried to fix a strap on her sundress. I was heading for him when she put her hand on my arm.

"Stop, Barry," she said. "He isn't worth it. How you two came from the family is beyond me."

She turned to him.

"Jack, from now on, stay away from me. If we find ourselves in the same room alone, leave. Understand? I'll be polite to you to keep peace in the family, but that's it.

Jack was drunk, something all too common these days. Sarah was standing slightly behind me, still with her hand on my arm.

"I get it," he snarled drunkenly, "keeping her for yourself. Is she as good as her daughter? How's it feel in a redhead sandwich?"

I hit him before I thought, knocking him cold.

She tried to get me to take him to his room, but I just dragged him out on the beach, telling Sarah to make sure her door was locked. She gave me a hug and a thank you as I left.

No one said anything, but my parents knew something was up. The next week the folks gave him an ultimatum. Get help, or get gone. He had no job, no insurance, but he went into rehab. I paid half and my sister paid the other half.

He stayed straight for five months, before falling off the wagon again. He disappeared, and we didn't see him for years.

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Elsa was sitting in the living room. It was evident she had been crying. I took her hands.

"What is it. My folks? Jack? Is your mom all right?"

"No. Everyone is fine. I'm pregnant, honey."

We hadn't planned on it, but it thrilled me.

"How? Never mind, stupid question. We have to plan. Time to get a house. we have to get you to the doctor. We have to think about names. We need to tell our folks."

I was babbling, so she kissed me.

"You're not mad?"

"You gave me one of the greatest gifts a man can receive, and you want to know if I'm mad? I've never loved you more."

She started crying again, tears of relief.

Sarah was overjoyed. My parents were over the moon. Soon both moms and Elsa were deeply into baby talk. My dad drew me aside.

"Stay out of the way. Everybody will be a lot happier."

Pregnant sex was great, she never seemed satisfied. Things were going great for a few months, then something happened.

It was between her and her mom. Sarah stopped coming around, completely. I called her, wanting answers.

"I'll always be there for you, Barry. Call me when she goes into labor. But right now, I can't be around her. It's up to her to tell you why.

I asked El, but she said it was a woman thing, and I wouldn't understand. It upset my mom so bad she went to see Sarah. She came back looking thoughtful.

"Something bad happened between them, son. She won't say what it is, but I don't know if they'll ever mend fences."

So the last three months, instead of being the happiest in my life, went by with a shadow hanging over it. Elsa became so withdrawn I worried about her health.

It all came to a head three weeks before her due date. She was sitting huddled on the end of the couch. She had been to the doctor that day, and my first thought was something was wrong with the baby.

"Is everything all right?" I asked, reaching her.

"No, everything is wrong. The baby is fine though. I need to tell you something."

So I sat there and listened to my world come apart. She was having an affair. For the last year.

"I don't love him!" she wailed.

The anger was starting to come.

"Well then, who do you love? You obviously don't love me, or you wouldn't have done this to me. Who is he?"

"I won't tell you. I don't want you in trouble or hurt."

"well, El, guess fucking what? I'm already hurt. And if you don't tell me, I'll dog everyone of your friends and coworkers until I find out. You know me, if I want something bad enough I usually get it. Eventually, somebody will tell me, if for no other reason to get rid of me. Save us all a bunch of drama."

"Oh yeah, I notice you never said you were through with him. Did he enjoy riding that baby bump as much as me? Does he rub lotion on your tummy to lessen the stretch marks? I haven't seen him at Lamaze, scheduling conflict?"

I was pacing back and forth while she cried.

"Tell me something. Why did you confess now? Why wouldn't you keep your mouth shut? I'd have never known."

I stopped in midstride, an awful thought rising in my mind.

"Oh my God! Is he Black? Asian? Mexican? It's the only reason you'd confess. Tell me now,the truth will come out anyway in a couple of weeks."