Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 7

... ever again.

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Saturday, June 15, 1996.

He tried calling me several times. I didn’t answer the phone. He left messages. I didn’t return his calls. I knew he’d show up at my job. So, I quit. I was done. I didn’t want to hear any more excuses. I wanted action.

I was on-set doing some background work in Charlotte. I got summoned by the director. I walked over to him thinking I had done something wrong. My heart nearly beat out of my chest. “Yes, sir?”

He handed me his cell phone. I answered, “Hello?”

“Pearl, don’t hang up.”

“How?”

“We need to talk.”

“I’m not in Winston. I’m in Charlotte.”

“I know, Pearl. I’m here on set.”

“Fine.” I handed him back the phone.

He smiled, “You must be pretty special if Nigel tracked you down.”

“I can’t be too special if he hides me from the world.”

“The world can be a difficult place. Maybe he is protecting you from it.”

I nodded and walked off. After I finished. Nigel walked over to me. “How did you even know that I was here.”

“I followed you. Now, don’t look at me like that.”

I huffed, “What am I to do with you, Nigel?” I folded my arms. “Why? I don’t get it. Is it so hard to tell me stuff.”

“Pearl, sometimes things happen fast, and I don’t have time to tell you every detail.”

I nodded, “Right, because I’m not important enough for that. Everyone else gets to know, but I have to find out. I told you that I don't want to be—”

He kissed me, “I promise that's not how I see you.”

“You ...

... say that, but all I know is what you do and how it makes me feel.”

“Let’s go to New Orleans.”

“What?”

“I have a trip planned soon. I want you to join me. Samantha knows. It’s not like she’ll protest. It’ll be us. Well, I have to take my nephew. He’s learning under me.”

I shrugged. “I've never been to New Orleans. Sounds like it could be a right fun time.”

He smiled, “It will be a right fun time.”

I nodded, “Who Dat!”

He kissed my lips.

*****

Friday, June 28, 1996.

After weeks of making it up to me, it was time for that trip to New Orleans, Louisiana. I was at the airport with Nigel, Theo, and Nigel’s assistant, Terry. We flew out of Raleigh that morning and landed around 9:30 a.m.

The cab took us to a hotel in the French Quarters. It was so amazing. Nigel and Theo were in one room. And Terry and I were in an adjoining room.

I was in my bed. She stood by the balcony looking down at the pool, “I love these trips.”

“You go often?”

“As often as I can.” She sat on her bed and looked at me, “So are you and Nigel like—”

I chuckled. “We’ve been together for a little bit. He was my first.”

She smiled.

“Have you ever with—”

“No,” she replied, “he is handsome, but I don’t swing that way. If I did, I wouldn’t want to be a cliché. The assistant who sleeps with the boss.”

I sighed, “Life is one big cliché. You can try hard not to become one and suddenly find yourself clicheing it up!”

She chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. Well, ...