Far from Trivial - Sex Stories

Far from Trivial

I doubted Mason and I would have ever gotten together if he hadn't beaten me at trivia night. Trivia nights at the bar were something I looked forward to since I'd retired early several years ago. I'd spent countless hours of my life reading and figured I should try to apply that knowledge somehow. At fifty-eight, I enjoyed competing against the younger, cockier players who showed up at the bar on Thursday nights.

Mason was indeed younger; I guessed he was almost thirty. But he wasn't cocky. I'd taken him on before and defeated him soundly. On this particular night, however, I wasnotat my best. Again and again, Mason proved to be more knowledgeable. The loss was a little humiliating, but Mason turned out to be a gracious winner, making his way over to me afterward. "Good game, June," he said. "You kept me on my toes."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right. We both know I sucked tonight, but I can promise you won't be so lucky next time."

Mason smiled. "I definitely won't rest on my laurels. How about I buy you a drink?"

I raised my eyebrows. Mason had always been friendly but not overly so. He came alone to the bar, just as I did. "A Bourbon and Ginger for me, thanks," I said. Mason ordered a Vodka Collins for himself. The bar counter was a little too crowded for my taste, so he and I headed to a small table. "Seriously, I'm impressed by how much you know," I told Mason as he sipped his drink. "I have decades on you, and some of those questions stumped me ...

... tonight."

Mason shrugged. "I guess that's what comes from being shy and awkward. When I was growing up and found it hard to make friends, books served as an escape, so I read all the time. Now, it turns out I prefer books to people," he said. "Well, most people."

I tilted my head, studying him. "You don't strike me as shy and awkward. Not tonight, at least."

"That's because I feel comfortable around you, June."

"You hardly know me," I pointed out.

Mason looked down at his drink, and I swore I saw him blushing a little. "I'm hoping to change that."

I tried to hide my surprise. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was flirting with me. Now that I was almost sixty, I wasn't often approached by men my own age. To young men like Mason, I was practically invisible. My long hair, while still thick, was mostly gray. I decided after my divorce a few years ago that I couldn't be bothered with dyeing it anymore. I also had plenty of the wrinkles and sags that came along with growing older. Since menopause, I had to be extra careful about what I ate, for I was no longer slender. Though I was comfortable with my looks as an older woman, I was also realistic. There would be no Botox or tummy tucks for me.

Tonight, I wore jeans and a T-shirt. Definitely not an outfit men would consider alluring. Mason was still dressed in business casual.

"So why is it you feel comfortable with me?" I asked him. I found I liked his smile. It was sweet, without a hint of arrogance. He ...