An Immature Wish

Eric was trying to listen to the car dealership lady explain the features of his new car, but it was hard to concentrate. At every opportunity, she would lean over his lap to point out buttons situated on the driver’s side. She kept touching his shoulder, his arm, even put a hand on his thigh for an awkward amount of time. There was giggles and lip-biting whenever he returned her longing eye contact. She made an effort earlier to bend over while installing his license plate in a way that showcased her long slender legs and the cute round butt in thin white jeans they joined into.

She was pretty, no doubt about it. She must have been the one usually on the receiving end of such pathetic flirting from customers. Yet today this beautiful woman was the sad, desperate one, attempting to get attention from an average-looking young man anyone would say is not in the same league. Eric knew better, every girl in the world was in his league.

“Do you want me to show you the back seat?” she said.

Eric sighed. There it was… the inevitable culmination of all the needless flirting and the fateful moment when he has to decide wheter to break her heart or destroy her ass. Of course, decisions like this were heavily influenced by his current level of horniness and with a good-looking woman like that, his dick usually chose for him. For a brief moment before and after sex, he felt like a piece of shit.

Nobody knew his terrible secret. Oh, he blurted it out dozens of time to strangers while drunk off limitless free drinks, but still, no one really knew because no sane person would ever believe him. They admired his talents as a ‘player’ without buying into the whole Egyptian curse nonsense. Eric didn’t believe it himself when he managed to drown his memories in enough alcohol. The facts remained that he turned the head of every woman he passed by and always left with the hottest one in the bar, even if she happened to be a waitress or the barmaid or even the DJ one time. And now today this unemployed high-school dropout who just got his driver’s license was about to bang the hot rep in the back seat of this new car he shouldn’t be able to afford.

Eric sighed a second time. The dealership girl, whom he didn’t remember the name of, looked nervous but still awaited his response to her backseat request with bated breath.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he said with no excitement whatsoever.