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Sara, A Young Woman For An Old Man
by Tom (tje@mail.nls.net)

***

At fifty-nine I came into a bit of money, so I decided I 
would put an ad in the personals section of the Free 
Times, an alternative newspaper in Cleveland. It read: 
Free college education (tuition and living expenses) for 
a girl who can keep an old man happy. I really didn't 
expect any response, but nineteen females and three 
males responded. (MF, age, 1st)

***

I was approaching sixty years of age, and I still felt 
like a young man. I was trim and fit, although one could 
tell that I was old. My problem was that I was attracted 
to younger women, much younger. If truth be told I 
thought that girls between twelve and fourteen were the 
most beautiful females. But, of course, such girls were 
out of the question. 

Besides, they were highly illegal. The problem was how 
could a guy my age attract a girl of eighteen or a 
little older. I could hire a whore, but that was not 
what I wanted. I had tried it many times. A guy just 
cannot go down on a whore, or even kiss one.

I had come into a bit of money, much more than I could 
possibly spend, considering the way I lived. A thought 
came to me, and I decided that it was a marvelous idea. 
I put an ad in the personal section of the Free Times, 
an alternative newspaper in Cleveland. It read: Free 
college education (tuition and living expenses) for a 
girl who can keep an old man happy. I really didn't 
expect any response, but nineteen females and three 
males responded to the ad. 

It was marvelous fun interviewing them. I spotted the 
cop immediately. She was in her mid twenties and had a 
hard face. She insisted that I tell her specifically how 
I expected her to keep me happy. She tried to entrap me, 
to make me say that I would give her money for sex. I 
refused to elaborate on the language of the ad. 

I dismissed the three guys, although one was a very 
pretty eighteen year old who promised to be as nice to 
me as any girl. I was tempted, but I turned him down. Of 
the remaining eighteen females six were obvious hookers, 
one was a thirtyish con artist, five were too fat, and 
four were plain ugly. I was left with two girls. One was 
very pretty, twenty years old, and had a lovely body. 
But she was so nervous and skittish that I thought that 
she would not go along with what I had in mind. 

The remaining girl was eighteen years old. She had just 
a pleasant face, but lovely skin. She was slender and 
had small breasts, the kind I prefer. She had a devilish 
look about her that told me that there were no secrets 
between us. She was a brunette with a pale complexion. 
She actually wanted to go to college and could not 
afford it. She was to graduate from high school within 
three weeks.

Her name was Sara. We reached a deal. I would pay her 
tuition as well her room and board in a dormitory at the 
local university. I would also give her seventy five 
dollars a week. In return she would keep me happy. She 
didn't ask questions about that.

Sara was an orphan who had been shuttled from one foster 
home to another. For the preceding two years she had 
lived with a couple whom she very much disliked. Her 
deal with me would free her from that house as soon as 
she graduated. She asked to live with me over the Summer 
until classes began. She was eighteen and legal; I 
agreed. 

She was a delightful girl, cheerful and intelligent. She 
was affectionate with me, although we didn't 
purposefully touch each other. I began to see a deep 
beauty in her. When she asked, I eagerly agreed to have 
her live with me instead of in a dorm at school. She had 
already met my requirement. She had made me happy, 
although there was no sex, not even any talk of it.

One might suppose that I was disappointed, but one would 
be in error. I was very happy to have Sara live with me. 
I felt rejuvenated. We talked over dinner about her 
career plans. She said that she would like to go to 
medical school, and I said no problem if she could 
qualify. I urged her to study diligently, and she did. 
At the end of the first semester she had a 4.0 average. 
I cheered her on, and she was excited about 
possibilities for her future of which she had never 
dreamed. 

One evening in January Sara sat next to me on the couch. 
I loved the smell of her: soap, shampoo and pure girl. 
She snuggled to me, and I was startled by her touch. She 
took my cheeks in her hands and kissed me on the lips, a 
chaste kiss, the kind that a girl gives her grandfather. 
That kiss made me deliriously happy. Sara knew. 

She put her arms around my waist and rested her head on 
my shoulder. I put my arm around her and we snuggled for 
a long time. I loved the girl beyond measure, but I did 
not think about sex, although, of course, lust lurked in 
the shadows.

Sara did not date boys, but she occasionally had girls 
and boys over to the house to study. She introduced me 
as her grandfather. That made me feel very warm. I 
bought a new car and let her have the old one, which was 
in very good condition. We went to the zoo and to plays. 
We had dinner together at fine restaurants. My life was 
then so blissful. 

After a year of living together Sara and I felt very 
right with each other. I admired her lovely, slender 
body, her youthful exuberance, her diligence and good 
taste. I loved her. But I was not her lover. Secretly I 
yearned for her, but I realized that I was too old. I 
was happy the way things were with us.

She worked too hard. I knew that she wanted to succeed 
at school to please me. In the first semester of her 
sophomore year she came home in tears; she had gotten a 
B+ on a math exam. We sat on the couch and held each 
other. I told her that it was unreasonable to expect 
perfect scores all the time. I licked the tears from her 
face. She clutched to me and kissed my neck. I fondled 
her head as it rested on my shoulder. She quieted. 

I was so happy holding my beloved Sara. I breathed 
deeply her aroma. She looked into my face and I saw love 
and beauty radiating from her. My throat began to ache 
painfully. Sara knew. She kissed my lips as a woman. We 
kissed for a long time, but I dared not think that she 
was there for me physically. I did not touch her 
sexually. 

During the following months our relationship became much 
closer. We snuggled and kissed every day. I knew then 
that she loved me, but I was certain that her love was 
like that of a child for a parent. It pleased me to 
think of her as my daughter.

I bought a cottage on a lovely lake in Michigan. After 
Sara finished her sophomore year we went up there for 
the next three months. She was delighted with the place 
and set about decorating it. We settled in for the 
Summer, clad usually in shorts or swim suits. Sara had 
such lovely limbs, so slender and shapely. 

During the first week of our vacation we sat on the 
screened porch and watched the Sun set over the calm 
lake. I could not resist touching her soft thigh with my 
fingers, just above the knee. I quickly pulled my hand 
back and apologized to her; I had been overwhelmed by 
her beauty. Sara kissed my lips, grasped my hand and 
placed it on her thigh higher up. I looked into her face 
in disbelief, and she gave me a naughty smile. Then a 
serious look came to her face. 

She held my head with her two hands and stared at me. 
She told me that she was a virgin, that she could trust 
no one else but me to make her a woman, that she was on 
the pill. Then she melted on to me, waiting passively 
for me to take her.

I so wanted her physically, but I loved her too much. 
Our love for each other had grown purely. I told her so, 
but she said that she would remain a virgin forever, if 
I did not take her. She could do it only with someone 
whom she loved, and she loved only me. I did not fear a 
lack of performance on my part; I was sufficiently 
vigorous. 

I hesitated, because it seemed like incest. I thought of 
her as my daughter. Sara clutched to me and would not 
let me go. She became irritable at my resistance and 
began to weep in frustration. I petted her head and 
kissed her lips. I looked into her pretty face and said 
that I would try not to hurt her. Sara grasped me and 
sobbed on my shoulder.

Once I had made the decision, I resolved that this would 
not be a surgical strike to clear away her maidenhead. I 
would make love to her with more sincerity and affection 
than I had ever felt. I loved that girl beyond measure. 
I truly would have died for her. 

We had lived together in great happiness for two years. 
I wanted to live with her until the end of my life, 
although I knew that it was not possible. Sara would 
need to take a husband and bear children. I was too old 
for that, but I could have her for a few years. And I 
realized that I might not have her for that long.

Sara looked up at me and I saw such loveliness in her 
face. Despite the difference in our ages, we were true 
lovers. I palmed her soft cheek and stroked her hair. 
There was no hurry; we had forever. We held each other 
and kissed for the longest time. I cupped a breast, just 
a handful. I stroked her bare thighs. I masturbated her 
and she squealed into my neck. We kissed and cuddled for 
the longest while. Over time I undressed her completely.

Eventually we lay naked on my bed. Sara was breathing 
hard in anticipation. I explored her body with my mouth. 
I licked her to a couple of orgasms, relishing the taste 
and smell of her. She lay there panting, pulling on me, 
wanting me. 

I climbed atop and pushed myself into her. She cried out 
in pain as I plunged fully into her body. She hurt, but 
she was also aroused. She pushed against me and we 
fucked. I was almost delirious. Sara came with a shriek 
and I soon followed. 

Afterwards we lay in each other's arms. She was bloody. 
I reached down a finger and smeared it with her blood, 
brought it to my mouth and tasted it. I felt such 
profound love for her. We showered together and Sara 
clung to me submissively.

Things were never the same after that.

END

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