Yes Sir, That’s My Baby

I walked into the bar and looked around. It was an average Saturdy night crowd that was drinking, dancing and having a great time. I felt a little out of place being that I was a few years older than the average patron. I’m Jason. I’m 34 years old and I am an investment banker by trade.

I recently got divorced and I am trying to get back into the dating scene. My life is not bad, but when it comes to women, I get the short end of the stick. It all started when I was 12 uears old. Puberty hit me hard and I just had to experiment and find out more about girls and sex. At a Halloween party that year, I got stuck in a closet with Jaimie Spencer during a round of 7 minutes in Heaven. One of her friends had dared her to get me to strip and show her my penis. I did. She lifted her costume dress showing me my first real life pussy and I was hooked. I walked her home that night and we fucked on her back porch. I was so excited that I had lost my V-card, Well, that was until I came home from school one day and Jaimie’s parents were sitting in the den with my parents. Jaimie was pregnant and I was the father. I had just turned 13 years old. It wasn’t long before Jaimie quit coming to school and I found out her parents had moved to another city. I never saw or heard from her again. Worst of all, I never knew anything about the baby. I didn’t know if she had an abortion or if I have a kid running around out there somewhere. Remember this part, it comes into play later on in my story.

I met my wife my Senior year of college. We instantly clicked and were married shortly after we graduated. Things were great the first few years, but the last 5 years, we had grown apart. I figured she was having an affair but didn’t find conclusive evidence until a few months before I filed. The worst part of it all was that her partner was my “supposedly” good friend Mark. Yeah, leave it to my friend to be the one keeping the sheets warm while I wasn’t home. Now onto my story.

I made my way into the bar and found an open pub table over to the side of the dance floor. I sat down and the waitress came over and I ordered me a beer. I was just sitting there by myself enjoying the music. It was then that a group of 5 young ladies came in and took the 4 seat table next to me. One of the girls had to remain standing. Being the gentleman that I am, I offered her the unused seat at my table.

“Thanks. Are you sure no one is going to be sitting there?” she asked.

“No, Im here by myself tonight.” I responded.

She turned the chair slightly and sat down. Turning back to me, she extended her hand out. “I’m Emily. What’s your name?”

I reached across grabbing her hand and giving it a simple shake. “I’m Jason.”

“You come here often?”

“No.” I sheepishly replied. “Just getting back into the dating scene. First night out in a long, long time.”

“Since you re here alone, you wouldn’t mind dancing with me, would you?”

I took a sip of my beer and stood up.