Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

Diary of a Cougar, Chapter 6

... on stage. He insisted that I needed to move to Los Angeles to pursue my dreams. My mother was against it. She didn’t want me so far away. My brother was in college in Texas. She didn’t want both of her children away from home.

“There are plenty of shows being filmed right there in Wilmington, Sherm. She doesn’t need to go all the way to California.”

“I know, but the money is in LA. I want my baby to be a big star. She can do it.”

She smiled, “She can. I am sure of it, but I don’t want her that far away. And she doesn’t want to be that far away either,” she said giving me a look as if she knew something.

My left eyebrow lifted as I continued to eat my pasta and shrimp.

The server stopped by our table, “Desert?”

“Oh gosh no. I’m stuffed. Can we just have the check?” I asked politely.

“I’m paying,” insisted my father as he reached for his wallet.

“Oh, don’t worry. It was taken care of. The manager wanted to congratulate you on your play tonight.”

My eyes widened. I knew Nigel had something to do with our bill being paid. My mother gave me those suspicious eyes. I looked away, and soon after, we left.

*****

My parents dropped me off. My mother walked me to the door. She stated she needed to use the bathroom before they headed back to Rockingham County, but my gut told me that she wanted to say something.

When we stepped inside, she stared at me, “Is that man your sugar daddy?”

“Sugar Daddy, Mom, what on earth—”

“Methinks the lady doth ...

... protest too much.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Is he married?”

I didn’t respond at first. She shook her head.

“Mom, he’s getting divorced.”

“Is he?”

“Yes. He is.”

“Protect yourself, Pecan. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“He’s not going to hurt me. He’s a good man. I promise. He would never hurt me.”

She touched my face lovingly, “I remember my first time. It was with a much older man.”

“What happened?”

“He never divorced his wife. Eventually, he became ill. I was already seeing your father when he died.”

My eyes watered, “Mama, that’s not what I have with Nigel. It’s different.”

She nodded, “I love you, Pecan, you did great tonight.” She kissed my forehead and left.

*****

Many thoughts ran through my mind as I drove to see Nigel. When I arrived at his place, I found him holding a glass of wine. He handed it to me. I sipped. He took the glass and finished the rest, “So glad you’re finally here,” he said before pressing his lips to mine.

“You love me, right, Nigel?”

“Yes. You never have to question my love. I would do anything for you.”

I believed him. I felt it. We ended up in his bed. I had him wrapped in my thighs as he pushed balls deep. He went deeper and deeper. Our hearts raced. Our foreheads beaded with sweat. We moaned and groaned like animals in the wild.

I grabbed his ass and held it tightly. I wanted to feel every inch deep inside. I grunted and trembled; he thrust harder, deeper, faster. He grunted and exploded inside ...