Novel & Cerita The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Because? What's wrong with walking by my side?" "No again!" I hit the palm of my hand on my forehead, but two male voices in the distance catch my hearing. "Trouble in paradise already?" "What do you mean?" "Didn't you hear it?" "No what?" "He kissed her in the new year in front of everyone!" "No way? Dammit! Why did we have to be on duty that day?" "We are on call every day" "But wait, it's not him ..." "Ten years older to be exact and she used to be his teacher"

I told her about an incident which happened many years ago on the roof of our house. I told her it was no big deal for it was just a teenage thing. She told me if I want to learn a thing or two from an older woman. I was dumbfounded. Next thing I knew she was kissing me. She unbuttoned her blouse and I kissed her powdered neck. It has a sweet smell of a baby and very warm. I felt my body got warm too. Outside we could hear a classic 80’s song by Cindy Lauper “All through

Then sweat started breaking out on my forehead. My eyes were wandering when I saw Jazper Ray walking toward me with an old man. I set the paper down, and both of them smiled at me. In five days, this would probably be the happiest day of my life. I smiled back and said, “Mr. Read, this is Jazper Ray. Isn’t ‘E’ my middle name?” I giggled, suddenly hiccupping. Ugh, why was I hiccupping? “Ah, is that him you’re talking about?” the old man said as he took my hand and kissed it. I stood up to show respect.

Then, after what felt like forever, he broke the kiss. “Ahh!” I panted heavily as he pulled back, our noses brushing as we caught our breaths. That was when reality slammed back in. I had just kissed a man almost twice my age, my best friend’s uncle outside my apartment. And the craziest part? I loved it. I wanted more. I must have lost my damn mind. “Fuck!” I cursed, staring at the man whose eyes burned with lust. His expression was so raw I could’ve sworn I was already naked under that gaze.

Portia looked over at me and leered at me, "Lover man, I'm revoking your v-card before the weekend is over." "You'll be taking a lot of loads, that's for sure," I promised. "Whenever you're ready for more," she offered. "Give me a few minutes," I said. "Go finish making supper, slut," Dad ordered. "We men need to talk." "Hopefully it's about double penetrating someone," she smiled, reaching down and cupping my balls before settling in my lap and giving me my first kiss that wasn't something awkward with a relative from a different generation. Fortunately, theirs hadn't been wet and hers was, and it was long and lingering.

Slid over my figure in the towel, my dripping wet hair hanging behind me, my earnest face. And guessing at what was going on in that sharp mind, I added helpfully, biting my lip to stop myself from dissolving into giggles: “When you grow older, maybe, just maybe, we can make love just once a day?’ I said daringly and laughed as he turned to look at me, a small smile twitching at his cruel mouth. 'If you feel up to it, that is, my old man.' ‘Witch’ He growled as he wrapped me in his powerful arms and kissed me again. 'You need to learn to respect your Master.'*

I ask, returning him the grumpy behavior he had shown me earlier, even crossing my arms around him to show I was the least interested to even know his name. “Don’t you want to know the name of your man?” he teased. And I found it hard to believe that he even had the audacity to do that despite his condition, that it left me chuckling in a devilish way. “You seriously are fond of yourself aren’t you. Just so you know, although you were able to steal a kiss from me, and although I tried to help you doesn’t mean I am already into you, mister old man.” I seriously emphasized the old man in the end, although I found myself a little rude since he wasn’t really old-looking to me.

She gave a mild sneer before explaining, "Just to make everything clear, I am not the type to just... kiss a stranger, but my circumstance clouded my judgment and after a few glasses of wine, I seemed to have lost my logic." As more murmurs were overheard around the venue, she admitted, "Yes, I kissed a stranger. I just left an engagement party back then and my ex was running after me." Turning to Kyle again, she chuckled, saying, "And Kyle, he - he just happened to be there, conveniently!" "I kissed Kyle right then and there, not knowing who he was." She shrugged as she added, "I honestly thought, he was working for the hotel - this same hotel, The Second Diamond Hotel."

Traced the silver at his temple. “We’re getting old,” I said. “We’re getting here,” he corrected. I nodded. Here. Together. Under lights that had outlasted every apartment, every injury, every doubt. I leaned in. Kissed him—slow, familiar, tasting like Thai spices and twenty-three years of knowing exactly how he liked to be kissed. When we pulled back he rested his forehead against mine. “Love you, old man.” “Love you more, old man.” The swing creaked.

I looked at the spot where be once stood, wondering what the hell just happened. I left the room, feeling excited. I actually found my mate and it happened a day after my birthday. How cool is that? Not everyone gets lucky. A lot of people wait for years before finding their mates. My mind was still reeling from the kiss with Kylian. I touched my lips, reminiscing the feeling of his lips on mine. Suddenly, a gentle voice called out to me. "Hello Miss. May I have a word?" I turned to see an older man. He had a pleasant face and kind eyes. He was dressed in a crisp suit that had the royal crest on top. He smiled warmly. I felt at ease at the sight of him.