So my 14-year-old son is sick. Very sick. He is so sick if there was a God I would say “Kill him or make him better.” But there can’t be a God because he only got worse. Many people prayed for him. He kept getting worse. He is now almost totally paralysed and in constant pain. If you could think of a fate worse than death, this is it.
I keep him company. I read to him. I shower him. I roll him from side to side in his bed. I take him for walks in his wheelchair. I speak to the doctors. I manage his pain medication. I try and give him what little hope I can.
I’m sitting in his room eating muesli for breakfast. There are a number of cute nurses, and even some of the cleaners I would play with, but I can hardly be fucked. I tease and flirt out of habit, but I am too broken to really give too much of a fuck. I am also too low value to be much bothered. My sexual market value in Brisbane is low. I spent a couple years daygaming here. I learnt my craft, but you can only increase your value by so much. I had decided Brisbane was shit for me for daygame a couple years ago. Yet here I am stuck in this city. It’s a nice city, don’t get me wrong, but for an average looking 43-year-old who likes to fuck hot girls in their early 20’s it’s tough. I haven’t done any daygame for months. It’s only a 20 minute walk to the CBD from the Queensland Children’s hospital in Southbank where we are. I think I should at least go for a walk and maybe a few approaches, but I can’t get motivated. I don’t even message the girls I have in my phone that might date me.
A cute girl with dark frizzy hair comes in the room. “Good morning” She says as she opens the bin, takes out the rubbish bag, and replaces it with a fresh liner. I look up. My libido is renewed. She is short and thick, not really my type, but she is not fat at all, a real gym body. A real smashable body. As she turns I see how well her tights hug her arse. I want that.
“Salamat Pagi” I say picking up on her Indonesian accent.
“Salamat pagi.” She replies. “You speak Bahasa?”
“Not really, but I have been to Indonesia a number of times. I was in Jakarta in August.”
“Oh nice. I have never been to Jakarta. I am from Sulawesi.”
“I don’t know that area. Maybe I should go there. Are the girls all as cute as you.” I say with a smirk and the look of a rapist.
She stops and looks at me. “Many beautiful girls.” She says regaining her composure.
I go back to eating my muesli. She cleans the room. After a few minutes she asks. “Have you been to Bali?” We have a live one here, I think.
“Yes. I have been many times. You?”
“No, but I really want to.”
“You’re telling me you’re Indonesian and haven’t been to Bali. Oh no.”
“I will go one day.” She defends.
“You need a rich husband to fly you all over the world so you can do nothing but travel and stay in nice hotels. There are some cute doctors here. Maybe I could introduce you to some of them.”
She laughs. I go back to eating my muesli.
“You’re dad?” She asks.
“His dad.” I say walking over to Tommy. “Not yours.” I say.
“No. You look nothing like my dad.” She laughs.
“He’s probably much nicer, more handsome, and richer than me.”
“How is your son?” She asks.
I place one hand on his head and the other on his chest.
“He’s ok. We were hoping to get a lot more movement back for him, but that hasn’t happened yet. So we just manage his pain, keep him high, and make sure he always has family around him. It’s amazing how important you realise family is in these sort of situations. His favourite time seems to be when his sisters are in bed with him watching the Simpsons.”
“That is lovely. I have met his sisters. They are lovely. Your wife is nice too.”
“We are separated.” I say – better make that clear.
She finishes cleaning the room. “Goodbye Tommy.” She says. “Goodbye…”
“I’m Nick.” I say
“Nice to meet you Demi”
“You too.” She says as she walks out of the room with her round firm bum swaying from side to side.
I lean over to Tommy. “I think she likes me. I like her big round arse.” Tommy laughs.
Demi would come and clean Tommy’s room most mornings I was there. She hinted at an invite for coffee so I got her facebook details. I sent her a message and she didn’t reply. Oh well, easy come easy go. Then I didn’t see her for a few weeks. I had mostly forgotten about her and then on the way to the hospital one afternoon I bump into her at the pedestrian lights. She comes up and gives me a big hug pushing her firm breasts against me. Ok, interesting.
“Did you get fired from your cleaning job for misbehaving?” I ask.
“No.” She giggles.
“I just went away on holidays to Columbia with my boyfriend.” She says with a sad face.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” I ask.
“No. I had a great time, but we broke up since we got back.”
“Ah, young love. How old are you?”
“21 and heart broken. It’s ok. In time you will mostly remember the good times and appreciate the experience. Then one day when you’re old like me and have fallen in and out of love dozens of times and realise you are the same person whether you are single or loved up.”
“Really?” She asks.
We are standing very close. I brush her hair away from her face. “Sure. Life is full of all kinds of rich experiences if you have the courage to try.”
She looks at me with doe eyes. I am tempted to kiss her. If we weren’t standing public I might have.
“I need to go now, but I’ll be free soon. Let’s continue this conversation over coffee later.”
“Ok” She says and we kiss each other on the cheek and I walk away. Ok, that’s a change of events.
An hour later she messages me. “Hey”. We are onsky.
I wait an hour and reply. “I’m finishing up here soon. What are you doing?”
“I have no plans.” She replies straight away. Music to my ears.
“I can meet you at 7 at Stokehouse in Southbank.”
“OK” She replies.
I get to Stokehouse exactly at 7. I am a very punctual man. It’s an awesome date venue with couches right on the river, good food too. She messages me. “I will be 10 minutes late.” That is to be expected. At least she messaged me. I relax in the couch reading on my phone and then she arrives. She is wearing black tights that show off her toned curves, a tight black crop top that can barely keep her boobs in check and a cute little black jacket with a fury hood. She has just a hint of make-up and looks almost a full point higher than in her cleaning uniform. I lick my lips – not literally.
I get up to greet her and she opens her arms to embrace me. I give her a hug and she kisses me on the cheek. I invite her to sit. I sit down about 20cm away from her and we do some small talk. She touches me on the leg to make a point. And when I look in her eyes they are all glassy. This is a strong yes girl. I remind myself not to over-escalate. This girl desperately wants my cock in her. Don’t fuck it up and give her a reason to change her mind. I lean back on the couch with my arm resting behind her, but not touching her. We talk some more. I touch her ear lobes asking about her piercings. I poke her on the fleshy part of her hip asking if she exercises, and I tease her about her small hands and compare them to mine holding our hands together. She takes all my touch without resistance. I say something funny. She laughs and I pull her into me. Her whole body is floppy as she falls into my chest. I push her away and change the subject. It’s time to bounce.
“Do you ever smoke weed?” I ask
“Sometimes. I like it.”
“You want to go and smoke some weed in my apartment?”
We get up and walk the five minutes to my apartment. We get inside. I take off my shoes, she does the same. I pack my vape with some herb, she sits on the bed. I put on some house music and sit on the bed with her. We have a puff each and I lie down, she joins me. We lie there with her in my arms vaping weed and listening to music. I am getting very relaxed. I like the way her head feels on my shoulder and her frizzy hair feels on the side of my face. The music beats the sexy house tunes. I close my eyes and my mind starts to wonder.
A few minutes later I think, I should probably try and fuck this dark little thing. I move my face towards hers. She kisses me softly and then jumps on me pushing her tongue down my throat. I grab one of her breasts. Her breath quickens. I rub her pussy through her tights Her breath quickens. We get undressed, she shows no resistance. She gives me an awful blowjob. I pull her up on top of me and glide that hot little shaved pussy up and down my cock. She is dripping. I push into her. She gasps. I hold her firmly by the back of the neck as I dig into her. I want to come. I roll over and get on top, that’s better. I breath heavily into her ear. She pulls my hips into her harder. I grab a handful of her flank as I smash this robust little brown sex machine.
I get her into doggy. Her big round bum looks even better than I expected. I hold the handles of her hips as I pull her hard into me. She pushes back. I’m going to come. I push her down so she is lying on the bed face down. I lean over and kiss her mouth. I’m not going to be able to hold my nut much longer. “I’m going to come.” I say.
“OK” She replies. I get a few more pumps out and then give her a squirt. I stay there for a while playing in the wetness. I climb off her, grab the box of tissues off the bedside table, wipe myself, and then pass them to her. She cleans up and lies back on the bed and rests her head on my shoulder. The music is still playing and I drift off into my dreams again. Oh how I love lying in bed with a women, my balls empty, high on weed, listening to music.
I pat her head like I would a puppy. She plays with my chest hair. My cock gets hard. I roll over and push it back into her. We fuck for another 30 minutes. I blow. We shower. I book her an Uber and walk her out to the street.
Over the next couple weeks we message back and forth a little, but I sense she has lost interest in me so I don’t ask her out on another date. I see her at the hospital. She tells me she is back with her boyfriend. I tell her I am happy for her. I really am. She was a nice distraction.