A Better Place to Bebyjowhyd©
Edward woke up alone. That was normal. Ever since his wife left him he always woke up alone. At least it was Saturday and he didn't have to go into the office. He was also naked. That was not normal. What happened last night, he wondered not yet fully awake. He sat up suddenly as he remembered. Last night he went to The Harbor, one of the newer clubs in town, with the project team from the office to celebrate the completion of their latest game. He swung his legs out of bed and shook his head. Did last night really happen, he thought.
The hard driving techno beat of the DJ's mix filled the club. The dance floor was packed and it was not even ten o'clock. Even for a Friday night this place is really jumping, Edward Faulk thought as he surveyed the room from his table. There were people at all of the tables and a crowd at the bar. He had a good vantage point equidistant from both and able to see just about everything.
He sighed and took a sip of his greyhound, wondering why he accepted the invitation tonight. He had been flattered when the other members of the project team invited him to celebrate the completion of the new mobile app. He realized that his companion had said something and turned to his boss, "Excuse me Michael I missed that."
"I said under budget and ahead of schedule, Edward. I know Dancing Diner is just a silly little time wasting game but the company should make a nice profit from it. But the rumors you've heard are true we are going to keep the team together. The announcement will be Monday. We should have a new project in a couple of weeks."
"That's great news Michael," he said. It really was good news. Andrew put together a good team to create Dancing Diner, perhaps the best Edward had ever worked with. The only way things could have been better is if it were his team. He shrugged, knowing that ship had sailed long ago. A missed deadline here, a blown budget there, and a general disinterest with work during his divorce five years ago and Edward Faulk was off the fast track. He knew he was good at his job, always in demand when someone was putting a design team together. He also knew that he would never get another chance to manage a project.
"I know what you want, Edward," Michael said sympathetically. "You've done good work here at Dinax and I've always given you good reviews. But honestly I don't know if you will ever be a project manager here." He shook his head.
"I know, Michael" he said. "You have a good team here and I'm happy to be part of it." He looked over his boss's shoulder at an approaching woman. "And now Denise is back." He smiled at Michael's wife. Denise was a tall woman in her late thirties like Michael. Like Michael she was also a little heavy set, something they both attributed to her cooking. The red dress she wore tonight showed her ample figure to her advantage.
"Thank you for keeping an eye on Michael while I was gone. I didn't want to leave him alone with all these pretty young girls. Now he is going to take me dancing. You should grab someone yourself and have some fun." Denise pulled Michael to his feet.
"Right Denise, I'm sure all these kids are just waiting for a chance to dance with the oldest man in the room."
"Don't hold their age against them," she called over her shoulder as she led her husband to the dance floor.
Edward shook his head and laughed. At forty-nine he may not have been the oldest man in the room but was pretty sure he was in the top three or four. He was easily fifteen to twenty years older than the other members of the team, but knew they considered him a friend. So even though he did not socialize with them much, he decided to accept tonight's invitation. If he hadn't been with them, he never would have come to a club like The Harbor. If he was going to be completely honest with himself, he would have to admit that he probably wouldn't have gotten in if he hadn't been with the others.
"Of course the scenery here is a lot nicer than Carl's," he said quietly thinking of the sports bar where he usually spent his infrequent nights out. Edward smiled and took another sip of his drink. There was Beth, Dr. Eason, from the office. He could see her on the dance floor with Jason; no one in human resources would approve of how closely they were dancing. He always thought the redhead was attractive, but the short grey dress she wore tonight showed of her curves a lot better than her normal office attire.
There were certainly others as well. He had expected as much when he walked in the door; however, he had been surprised by the number of beautiful women in the club. The tall brunette with the truly impressive chest for example, every man in the club turned to look when she stepped onto the dance floor. Or the two blondes sitting at the next table, coolly surveying the room while they searched for their future dance partners. Edward had smiled at one of them when they happened to make eye contact and received a politely distant smile in return.
He thought about approaching one of the women at the club. It would certainly be different. Edward did not date much these days. On the rare occasions he went out anymore, it seemed like the women he met were more interested in talking about their ex-husbands then they were talking to him. Frankly he didn't care; he almost never brought up Helen in conversation and could not understand why they thought he would be interested in hearing about Max or Dave or whoever.
Edward shook his head. He just could not see himself chasing after one of these twenty somethings. Besides, he thought, he could do without the ribbing he would take at the office on Monday. He sat back in his chair and took another sip of his drink. Michael and Denise were driving tonight, so he planned to quietly drink and enjoy the view. It was a good evening and Edward began to enjoy himself a little bit. Although he never left the table, his coworkers did come back from the dance floor from time to time to talk or have a drink. It was probably the most social interaction he had had outside of the office in the last six months.
It was about a quarter to twelve and Edward's drink was empty. Since none of the waitresses seemed to be in a hurry to stop at his table, he decided to walk over to the bar to get a refill. As he crossed the room he noticed a couple women looking him over. I guess all the exercise has paid off, he thought. His doctor had suggested he start about a year after his divorce, to help combat the stress and depression he had been feeling. It did nothing to help with the loss; however physically, he felt better than he had in a long time. He did not have a weightlifter's physique, but was as fit as most of the younger men in the room.
The bar was still fairly crowded, although a few spots had opened. The closest was near a rowdy group of very well dressed young men, stockbrokers, based on what he could hear of their conversation. As Edward approached, he saw the stunning brunette from the dance floor storm away from them, their mocking laughter trailing in her wake. He continued along the bar looking for if not friendlier than at least more polite company. There was a space between a couple locked in an embrace and a slender brunette in a loose fitting neon pink dress.
"Do you mind?" Edward asked as he slipped into the narrow space.
"Not at all, but you may want to ask them," she replied with a gesture towards the couple behind him.
Edward ventured a slight grin, "I don't think they'd notice."
The young woman smiled. It was the first genuine smile he had seen all night. "You'd better sit down the bartenders are busy tonight."
Edward took the seat next to her. He had noticed her when she arrived at the club with a couple of her friends. The bright pink dress against her olive complexion drew his eye. They had arrived too late to get a table, so went to the bar. He friends had quickly moved to the dance floor, but she remained sipping her drink and talking to people as they passed.
Before he could speak she introduced herself, "I'm Amanda Fontana."
"Edward Faulk, it's nice to meet you Amanda."
"Edward, not Ed or Eddie?"
"Ed is okay, but please not Eddie."
"Alright, Edward it is."
While he was waiting for the bartender, they began to chat. Edward knew that small talk was not his strong suit so he listened attentively and asked the occasional question. She was a senior at Stanford about to finish her degree in English Literature. When she mentioned Shakespeare, he asked what her favorite play was. She immediately launched into a discussion of King Lear, and began to explain how the author used comedic techniques to drive home the powerful tragedy of the story. Ordinarily Edward's eyes would begin to glaze over at this point, but Amanda was so passionate about the subject that he really wished he has seen the play.
A bartender finally arrived to take his order. She was a petite redhead wearing the same blue green blouse and black slacks as the other bartenders. Edward thought it looked a lot better on her. She asked if Edward wanted to buy the lady a drink.
"Actually Joni," he said with a glance at her nametag, "I wanted a drink myself, but why not?" Edward knew he was trying too hard, but he suddenly, desperately wanted to keep talking with this fascinating young woman.
Gee thanks," said Amanda with a wry little smile on her lips, "I'll have another Diet Coke."
"And I'll have a greyhound."
"I'll bring them right over," said Joni.
Edward turned back to Amanda. "A Diet Coke?" he asked.
She shrugged. "I'm driving tonight. What's a greyhound?"
"Vodka and Grapefruit juice."
"So it's like a screwdriver but awful," she said a sour expression twisting her face. Edward grinned in response.
Joni came back with their drinks and Edward laid a twenty on the bar. She said thanks and was called away by a couple at the other end of the bar. The couple returned to their conversation. He started to ask her more about her work at school, but she interrupted him. "I've been sitting here talking about myself nonstop. Tell me about Edward."
"There's not much to tell. I'm a software engineer at Dinax systems, mobile apps mostly."
"And the people you're here with? The ones who kept coming over to your table, no offense Ed, they seem more like my crowd than yours."
"That's certainly true," Edward chuckled. "They're my coworkers. We just finished a project. They wanted to celebrate and were nice enough to invite the old guy."
"Ah, I see. You're their boss."
Edward's smile vanished. "I'm nobody's boss Amanda, not anymore," he said looking down at his glass.
"I'm sorry Edward," said Amanda leaning forward to place her hand on his, "I didn't mean to strike a nerve."
"That's alright, I used to be a manager at another company, but I dropped the ball on a couple of projects. All of a sudden no one wanted me to manage anything." He shook his head then looked up His green eyes staring into her dark ones. "It really doesn't matter now. I'm part of a good team at Dianx, and I'm still a damn good programmer. I've moved on." He sat up straight trying to think of a way to bring a lighter tone back to the conversation. "About the only time it bothers me is when I'm trying to impress a pretty girl."
"So you want to impress me? Let's try a different subject." Amanda said shaking her head and smiling. She tapped his ring finger. "You don't wear a ring here. I figure you're not using an office party as an opportunity to cheat on your wife."
Edward looked back at her with a wry smile. Amanda winced when she saw it. "My wife left me after I got the job at Dinax. I can't really blame her. It was a step backwards, less money, less prestige. And frankly when my career began to unravel, I was a bit of a mess." He sighed and ran the fingers of his free hand through his hair. "So have I impressed you yet?"
"Yes," Amanda said frankly. "Not the job stuff, I really don't care about that. But it sounds like you had a few pretty rough years. A lot of people would become bitter and cynical after that, but I don't think that happened to you. I mean the way your coworkers kept going back to talk with you tonight; it's obvious that they like you. And sitting here with me you seem like a pretty nice guy." Her smile turned wicked, "At least when you're not chatting up college girls."
Edward sat back in his chair and laughed; as he did he pulled his hand from underneath hers. "You're one to talk. It sounds like you spent a lot of time tonight checking out the old man on the other side of the room." Amanda's cheeks flushed a bit and she dropped her eyes.
Edward finished his drink and set the glass down on the bar. He leaned forward and hesitantly took her hand. "Like you said, let's change the subject," he said, "Where are you from? That should be safe."
"I'm from South Dakota. You know, a small town girl who wanted to see the big city." She spent a few minutes telling him about the rural town where she grew up. Talking about home relaxed Amanda, and the two settled into a comfortable conversation. They did not discuss anything particularly important. However, Edward found himself responding to Amanda's breezy self confidence and enthusiasm in a way that he had not done to anyone in a very long time.
The couple talked for about forty-five minutes before one of Amanda's friends joined them at the bar. "Excuse me, Amanda?"
"Emily," Amanda said smiling, "Edward, this is my friend Emily."
"Hello Emily," Edward said extending his hand. Like Amanda, Emily had dark black hair. Her skin however was very pale and she had crystal blue eyes.
"Amanda, Kelly and I met up with Ken and his friend Jessie. We're taking off and going over to Jessie's apartment. Do you want to come?"
"No thanks Emily, I'm going to stay awhile longer."
"Are you sure?" Emily asked, looking skeptically at Edward as she spoke.
"Of course, you guys have fun. Tell Ken I said hello."
As Emily walked away Edward turned to Amanda and said, "I hope that isn't going to cause you problems."
Amanda waived a hand in the air and turned back to Edward with a smile. "Oh no, we're fine."
Edward waived Joni over and ordered another drink switching to tomato juice. "Are you driving tonight?" Amanda asked squeezing his hand.
"No one of the guys from the office is, but I've had enough.
As the couple continued to talk Edward lost track of time. In fact he lost track of everything except for her smile and her dark brown eyes. So he was taken by surprise when Amanda said it was getting late and asked him if he needed a ride home. He looked around the club and saw his coworkers were all still enjoying themselves. "It looks like everyone is still here, but I'd love a ride if you wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all," she said. They smiled warmly at each other as they got to their feet.
Edward lived just outside the downtown area, so it was not a long drive to his home. When Amanda pulled into his driveway, he asked if she would like to come in for a glass of wine or a cup of tea. "I'd love some tea." She replied.
Edward chuckled, "That's probably best. I can't remember when I opened the bottle of Zin I have in the fridge."
Amanda laughed and shook her head in response. "Spoken like a true bachelor."
They walked into his home, a small bungalow, and into the kitchen. Amanda asked if she could use the restroom. Edward pointed to a hallway exiting the room and said, "Go ahead, I'll put the kettle on."
Edward spent a few minutes getting things ready before she returned. When he heard her heels on the kitchen's tile floor, he turned and said, "It will be ready in a moment."
"Edward," Amanda said, "I really don't want any tea."
His shoulders slumped a little as he turned to face the young woman. He smiled sadly. "I didn't think so, but I didn't want you to leave."
She crossed the small kitchen and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "I'd like to stay a little longer, if that's alright?"
"Are you sure? I should tell you; it's been a long time for me."
"That's okay," she said and kissed him softly. Edward put his hands on her waist and pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body as she pressed her breasts against him. Amanda put her arms around his neck as her lips parted. Her tongue darted forward and touched his lips. Edward responded deepening the kiss. He slid his hands over her ass, squeezing her tightly. He groaned into Amanda's mouth as she ground herself against his stiffing cock.
The tea kettle whistled behind them. They broke off the kiss chuckling together. "Are you sure you wouldn't like some tea Amanda?" he asked. Amanda shook her head. Edward moved the kettle off the burner and turned off the stove.
Amanda stepped close to him, and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. "I think I saw a bedroom back there. Come on," She said quietly. She took his hand and led Edward out of his kitchen.
They walked down the short hallway to his bedroom. When they entered, he put his hands on her waist stopping her. He embraced her from behind pressing himself against her. Edward kissed the base of her neck and slowly worked his way up to her ear, savoring the taste of her skin. Amanda sighed contentedly. He slid his hands, up and over her belly to cup her breasts. They were larger than they appeared in her loose fitting dress. Gently, Edward bit down on her neck dragging his teeth across her soft skin.
"Oh, I like that," she said in a breathy whisper that was almost a moan. She reached behind her with her right hand and stroked his erection through his slacks. She pulled his head forward, with her left hand and turned her head to kiss him again.
"I think you'd better unzip me," she said stepping out of his embrace. Edward complied and she let her dress fall to the floor. Amanda walked over to his bed removing her bra as she went. She bent over when she reached the bed and slid her panties over her cheeks letting them fall down along her legs. She climbed onto the bed and knelt facing him, beckoning him to join her.
Edward swallowed hard. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He crossed the room and kissed her cradling her face with one hand as he squeezed her breast with the other. They kissed for a few minutes, their hands exploring each other's body. He pulled away, "Amanda wait," he said reluctantly, "I'm old enough to be your father."
"I don't care," she replied firmly, "I want to be with you tonight." She leaned forward to kiss his neck as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Amanda bit his neck hard at the base of his jaw. Edward groaned deep in his throat and let his shirt fall to the floor. He ran his fingers through her long black hair and pulled her up for another kiss.
As they kissed, Amanda opened his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. She reached into his briefs and caressed his cock with her fingertips. Edward bent forward and brought his mouth to her breasts. He kissed one nipple then the other as he massaged them from underneath. Amanda moaned softly then smiled as she heard his breathing become ragged. She pulled his head away from her chest and looked straight into his eyes. Smiling she asked, "Do you still think you're too old Edward?" He laughed out loud in response and kissed her firmly.
Amanda ran her fingernails down along his sides and held him by his hips. Using him for support she pushed herself back into a crouch, resting on her knees with her legs spread wide. She looked up with a mischievous grin and removed Edward's briefs. His erection came free and pointed directly at her face. "Perfect," she breathed.
Amanda leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Edward shuddered as she swirled her tongue around the head. She stretched forward and took more of him into her mouth. Edward wasn't huge, perhaps a little larger than average. She braced her right hand on his waist and her left on the bead as she worked her mouth up and down on his shaft in a steady rhythm. He took hold of her head in both hands. His breathing became quick and even more ragged. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. After a few minutes he said between clenched teeth, "Amanda, I'm going to cum."