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 "Excuse me, I'm looking for dates."

"Aren't we all?" came the reply in a distinctly female voice.

I looked around. The person to who I'd asked was, or so I thought, a boy, maybe in high school, working his first job, sneakers, jeans, a baggy t-shirt under his apron, a ball cap, restocking the onions. But there was no one else around.

"I'm sorry?"

He turned around -- rather, she turned around -- to look at me. Glancing down my frame and back up to my face, she smiles and says, "I'm not doing anything Saturday night."

Now I always like to flirt mildly with the staff because I can throw them off -- too easily. It's fun for both me and them. And sometimes, like in a restaurant, I can score a better table or an extra appetizer. But it's rare when one, especially a young one, beats me at my own game.

Regaining my composure, I said, "No. Medjool dates."

"Follow me."

She leads me over to a display of berries that were in season, and pointed to the dates on the lower shelf. No signage -- how could I have missed them? She smiles, and apologizes for her earlier comment, saying, "I have a habit of just speaking my mind."

"Not an entirely bad quality."

"But it gets me into trouble sometimes."

She was cute. About five and a half tall. No discernible make-up, no manicured nails, a very wholesome face, with boyish clothes and personality to match. A tomboy. I don't know why, but I've always had a place in my heart for tomboys.

"Well I find it a welcome change from the stale personalities I often find working in retail."

"Thanks. I'm Tommie." she says extending her hand. With a name like that, she really is a tomboy!

Taking her hand, "I'm Dave." I am charmed, and I think I hold her hand just a little too long.She breaks the pause with a,"Hope to see you again."

On the drive home, I'm thinking about her. Crazy. I'm more than twice her age. Just a harmless flirtation. And once home with my wife, it completely leaves my mind.

Some weeks later, I'm shopping again at the same store. "Dave!" I hear, as I'm browsing the cheeses.

"I thought you worked in produce, uh, ..."

"Tommie. And we get to move around. I like that; learning new things.""Tommie, right. And learning is always a good thing. I mentor a group of university students, and I always love to find someone hungry to learn."Somehow that piques her interest. "Say, I'm going on break in a sec. Wanna grab a coffee?"Very forward, given our age difference. "Uh, sure.""Great. There's a coffee roasterie half a block south. Five minutes?"Man, what am I doing? "I'll throw the groceries in the car and see you there."Walking into the roasterie, I find her already ordering. I step up and tell the cashier that I'll cover hers and mine. "Thanks", she says. "Really."She's still cute. Maybe cuter than before. Her dark, brown hair is short. Really short. It wasn't too many years ago that mine was longer than hers is now. And her dark brown eyes just pull me right in.

"So why the coffee date?""Oh, nothing really. I just liked that you take an interest in students. I'm a senior, majoring in biology. Thinking of a master's in genetics.""Ambitious.""I love it. And, I dunno, something about you struck me. You're kinda cool. So I thought I'd like to know this guy."What? I'm cool? A man old enough to be her father? We talk about her studies, and her life. Parents divorced. Money problems. But she was sharp enough to get a full ride scholarship. Work at the health food store is a combination of a desire for a little spending money and to live off campus. She says she loves the outdoors. So do I. And on. And on.She notices the time and says she has to get back to work. Standing up, she squeezes my hand, thanks me again for the coffee, and she's gone.Driving home, she's on my mind again. But this time, she stays on my mind, even after having a nice dinner with my wife. I have a good life, love my wife, and I believe she loves me. But things just aren't the same, just not as I thought they would be. OK, I'll admit, the sex has faded. We haven't been intimate for years. So that night, I'm still thinking of Tommie as I fall asleep.

A couple of weeks later -- yes, I'm looking for her as I'm wandering the store -- I find her working cashier.

"Can't stay away from me?" She's flirting again.

"No, I'm hooked," I fire back.

"Say, I'm off in a few hours. Wanna grab a beer?"

"Love to."

We're at a dive she suggested close to the university. Typical college crowd. Yet, she's acting like she seems out of place. Hell, I seem out of place. She's changed out of her trademark baggie t-shirt, and is wearing a snug tank top. Nice. She's slim at the waist, tight little butt, but her bust line is clearly her dominant measurement. Nicely shaped too, round, firm, with her nipples slightly poking out. She notices me looking and smiles. We drinking some wimpy beer; they have nothing special here.

"So, you often throw yourself at older guys? I'm sorry, that wasn't nice."

"Hey, you're speaking your mind. You said it's a good quality. No harm. Besides, I like the mental and emotional maturity of an older man. Older anyone, actually. I connect more with my professors than my own damn classmates. And guys my age? They're so immature. They want girls to be, well, girly, with makeup, tight skirts, and stiletto heels. Screw that! Why can't they accept us as we are? They don't ever get all dolled up. They can be slobs."

"So you'd rather spend time with me?"

"Damn right. You're intelligent, but you're not judgmental. And you give a shit about kids like me trying to get ahead of all of those losers. And you're kinda cute."

"The other day, you said I was 'kinda cool'?"

"Both."

"So why did you suggest this place if it's not your crowd?"

"No car and it's walking distance for me. You know some place better?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one. What's it matter?"

"Then let's go someplace to grab a cocktail." She beams.

"Wait, aren't I under dressed?" I smile and shake my head 'no'.

We get into my car and drive downtown to a place that knows more than rum and coke. I hold the door and guide her in with my hand on the small of her back, and she give me a look of surprise.

"What's the matter?"

"Nobody ever does that for me."

"You disapprove?"

"No. No, keep it up."

"You're strong and independent, so I wondered if you'd appreciate."She burns her eyes into mine. "I am a woman.""So I've noticed," glancing at her bust line again.After we get our drinks, I inquire, "Guys don't hold doors for you on campus?""I told you, they're all so immature. And they're intimidated by intelligence. All of 'em.""Whoa, slow down. Remember, that's my gender, too. Besides, I like intelligent women."

"And they can't make a girl come if their lives depended on it."

Damn near had my drink coming out of my nose with that one.

"Sorry, I'm speaking my mind again. Getting into trouble again."

"I thought we agreed; it's not a bad quality."

"But you're different."

"How do you know?"

"Well, maybe I don't." Then she leans in close, pressing her leg against mine. "I haven't been to bed with you."

I'm glad I wasn't taking a drink that time. "I think we should change the subject. So how'd you come by the name Tommie?"

"My real name's Tomiko. Mom's Japanese, Dad was American."

"Really? I wouldn't have thought anything but full blooded Caucasian."

"Dad's genes were strong. Maybe that's why I'm so butch. Anyway, Tomiko is Japanese for beautiful girl. Look at me. Am I beautiful?"

"Well, yes, actually."

"You're just trying to be sweet. But I'll let you."

"They always say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,..."

"Gag me", she interrupts.

I pull her chin so she's facing me, and now I burn my eyes into hers. "And what I'm beholding at this moment..."

A smile slowly reveals itself. "Thank you. But I thought we'd changed the subject."

"Your turn to pick one."

"Okay. Outdoors. You said you like the outdoors."

"I do."

"You like hiking up in the mountains?"

"Love it."

"Want to go up on Sunday?"

"Uh sure, we could do that. The weather's supposed to be great."

We make our plans, and continue chatting, as we savor our drinks. She again laments about her lack of romance, which gets me talking up the problems in my marriage.

I offer to drive her home. She accepts, saying I can't come up. She has roommates.

"Do you assume I'm going to take advantage of you?" She just smiles.

That night in bed, my wife is asleep at my side, and I can only think of Tommie. And how amazing she looked in that tank top. My hand finds my dick. It's semi-hard, like it was back in the bar. This is crazy. I'm old enough to be her father. But now this is just a harmless fantasy. So I'm caressing my dick while thinking about Tommie. It's her hand, not mine. Her small fingers. Making it feel good. Making it harder. Her hand. Because mine are on her breasts. Kneading them. Tickling her nipples. She leans forward and I take those nipples into my mouth, while she lowers herself onto my throbbing dick. It slides in. Oh, Tommie. You're so good. So good to me. I quietly slip out of bed and go to the bathroom, seeking release.---On Sunday, we are hiking up a mountain trail. Tommie's looking great in a pair of shorts. Slim, lean legs, just slightly muscular. Unfortunately, she's back to that baggy t-shirt.Beyond a waterfall, which is most people's destination, the crowd thins out considerably. At one of several stream crossings, she says, "Hey Dave, come over here and look at this." She's squatting down with the water flowing around her boots. "What do you see?""A beautiful stream, some mossy rocks.""No, down here, in the water, right at your feet."I squat. "Little bugs swimming around?""That's a mayfly nymph. That one's a damselfly. Ooh, over there is a dragonfly nymph.""He's ugly.""But he'll be beautiful one day.""And that's something beautiful about you, Tommie. You have a passion for things that interest you and love to share that with someone."

"The boys at school would just say I'm being nerdy.""No, this is cool. I have an innate curiosity. But I never studied aquatic biology and wouldn't have known who or what these little guys are. This is very enlightening."She stares at me in doubt, as if I'm only patronizing her. So I squeeze her shoulder and say, "Really, Tommie. I mean that."She gives me a kiss on the cheek, jumps to her feet, and is bounding up the trail again.We reach a little lake high up in a glacial cirque. I suggest breaking out the lunch we packed, but Tommie says she knows a better place. She leads me up a deer path, away from the lake.