From the Past: Nov. 27 2007, Meeting Britney

Blog 07 11 27 Meeting Britney

In the fall of 2007, against my wishes, Jody spread me over the internet on adult meet sites. It was the whole smear, a description, a picture and if I recall correctly indicated I was submissive and available for both men and women. About two months after she did this, while attending a business conference, I noticed a man who I’d met a time or two at these meetings, eyeing me inquisitively. That evening the man, Brian, called and let me know he recognized me from “my” ad on a particular site. I won’t go into the details right now but after I recovered from the shock I did agree to meet him for lunch. When we met a few days later for our lunch, another woman was with him; his girl friend, Lisa, 37. one thing led to another and within a couple of weeks I’d attended some afternoon sex sessions with Brian, Lisa and even a few others. Quite truthfully, I was a little shocked at my new behavior.

For one of these sessions, Lisa picked me up at my house and drove to Brian’s house on the lake where we indulged in an afternoon of sex. Around 3 she indicated she had to pick her daughter up from school and since I rode over with her, I also had to go.

The only clothing I had, save for hose and heels, was a long raincoat and I had been, shall we say, well used that afternoon and wasn’t exactly pristine after being fucked like a pin cushion. Nonetheless, after I wiped off with a damp towel, Lisa and I drove from Brian’s to the high school her daughter, Britney, attended. Lisa told me to get out of the front seat. Talk about feeling weird as hell… I got out and moved to the back seat. When I did, all these high school kids stared at me. In a couple of minutes, I spied this darling wisp of a girl, pouty lips yet an angelic face framed with golden hair, approaching the car. As she slipped in the front seat, she and Lisa exchanged a hug and introduced me. . My heart was doing flip flops and I was introduced to Britney.

Britney turned to look at me and I noticed her eyes focusing on my legs, and snagged hose. I timidly pulled my raincoat together to conceal as much as I could but I saw this slight disdain to her glance. She briefly said “hi” then returned her attention to her mom. I was ignored on the drive from the school over to my house, a ride of perhaps 15-20 minutes. When we got to my place, as innocently as I could, I thanked Lisa for the afternoon. I said goodbye to Britney, barely got a response, but I felt this suspicious stare. I scurried into the house.

A few weeks after that, Lisa and Jody thought it would be a great idea for me to take Britney shopping, sort of a getting to know you better thing. I didn’t see the point in it but by this time my opinions were secondary to theirs. The specifics of this are dim but I do remember buying her several things at a mall.

We concluded that day with a late lunch at a Mexican restaurant. I specifically remember her reaching across the table and sliding my margarita towards her and taking several sips before I could pull it back. I scolded her to which she retorted I had no right to do so because in her opinion, from what she knew, my overall behavior was worst than hers. I challenged her and she said she knew all about me and what I was doing. I froze and asked her what she meant by that. Without batting an eye she told me she knew quite well what I was doing with her mom and friends. I denied it but she came back at me and asked if I was naked under my raincoat the day we first met. I turned beet red and denied that too. She challenged me back and forth saying she knew damn well I was and I had a guilty look. Finally she told me I was fucking her mom and her friends. I wanted to slink under the table. No one of her age had ever talked to me that way but her confidence and my nervousness gave me away. She kept attacking; I kept retreating until I finally caved and admitted I was nude under my raincoat the day I first met her. To deliver the final blow to my ego, this pixie who was still a couple of weeks away from her 16th birthday, confidently asked if I’d been fucking her mom and friends that day. I said yes.

She gave this haughty smile, reached across the table and grabbed the margarita again and drained it; this time without any interference from me. I hastily paid our bill and we headed for my car. On the way home, she asked why I lied to her? My response was along the rational that I didn’t think my business was her business and she was delving into areas she didn’t fully understand. I recall her shrugging her shoulder and saying ‘fucking was fucking’.

I asked what she intended to do now that she had this information. She didn’t answer at first but she eventually said something to the effect she’d figure it out. I saw this smile of contentment creep across that cherubic face. I tried not to envision that she might have the upper hand in something so I let it drop. We parted amicably and she thanked me for the shopping trip.

Little did I know where all this would lead.