Post by chronoeclipse on Dec 16, 2019 15:09:21 GMT -6
The Afternoon Hang-Out by ChronoEclipse
He watched her limp slowly out of the room. The ring on his finger still spinning subtly. The DOB on her license changed again to 05-12-59 as Justin took out his phone to see the picture of Abbie was now a slightly sepia-toned image of a teenage Abbie with feathered blonde hair and big hoop earrings in a silver one-piece sleeveless outfit with bell-bottom pants. She looked like a total disco queen.
The cassette clicked to the next track as ‘Night Fever’ by the Bee Gees came on. Justin watched as Abbie came back into the bedroom with a big smile on her face mumbling the words to the song under her breast and swaying her arms to the music as she walked toward him slower than she used to. She was no longer dressed in a pink silk robe but now had a modest blouse on and mom jeans pulled up to her belly button and black slip-on flats on her feet. Her long hair looked like it had been curled with a curling iron to give the bleached blonde hair more bounce.
“Oh this song takes me back!” She exclaimed as she side-stepped over to him, rolling her arms like she was disco dancing. “I used to love when this song came on at the rollerdrome! My friends and I would all dance to it on our rollerskates….” She reminisced as she grabbed Justin by the hand.
“You danced on rollerskates!?” Justin asked baffled that that was a thing.
Abbie smiled causing the smile lines on her face to crinkle. “Oh yes! My friends and I were quite good at it! We’d drive all the guys wild… I'd take you down to the driveway and show you right now if I wasn’t afraid I'd fall and break a hip, skating at my age.” She chuckled.
She motioned for Justin to follow her lead as she rolled her arms again in front of her doing some disco steps. Justin awkwardly followed her lead. It reminded him of last summer when Abbie taught him how to do the floss.
Abbie grinned at him as they danced. “Oh it’s so much fun having a young man by my side! I haven’t dated an 18-year-old since Gary Tuttle my senior year of high school! He took me to see Grease at the local drive-through and we spent the whole time necking in the front seat of his Road Runner!” She said with a giggle.
“Nobody calls it ‘necking’ anymore…” Justin said not wanting to think of Abbie with some fucking old dude from the 70s.
“Good to know! ...Night Fever, Night Fe-ver, we know how to do it!” Abbie sang along as they danced.
“Uh… do you still know how to do the floss?” He asked wondering if any part of the 60-year old woman remembered her TRUE teenage self.
“The floss? What is that hun?” She asked curiously as she did her dance steps around the bedroom.
“It’s like-” Justin began to explain and then just demonstrated.
Abbie chuckled. “Oh! That thing all the young folks are doing! That looks fun.” She said as she began to attempt it.
Justin covered his eyes, but peaked through his fingers as Abbie attempted the dance, did it completely wrong - swaying her arms from side to side like she was doing an impression of a gorilla.
“Is that it? Am I doing it right?” She said laughing as her DOB changed to 05-12-58.
Justin just smiled and nodded, hoping it would get her to stop.
“Oh fun! You know, I think I saw that Bailey English girl doing that on one of those shows.” Abbie declared proudly, sounding like the baby boomer she now was.
“Bailey English?” Justin asked not knowing what she was talking about.
“You know - the girl, she’s always wearing such baggy clothes and the hair all those crazy colors?” Abbie explained.
“Oh god, you mean Billie Eilish?” Justin asked horrified by how out of touch his girlfriend now was.
“That’s what I said isn’t it? What kind of name is ‘Billy’ for a girl anyhow? Is it short for Wilhelma?” Abbie asked.
Justin slapped his forehead. “No, it’s just Billie.”
Abbie shrugged. “Oh well I don’t know… that’s what I keep a handsome young guy like you around for - to teach me about all this stuff my students talk about that’s way past my time!”
Justin took a deep breath. Clearly the hot trendy modern teen Abbie was nowhere inside this wrinkled flabby older body. It was like her youth was slipping further and further back into the past with each moment.
Abbie continued to dance happily until her hand shot quickly to her lower back.
“Ah my damn sciatica is acting up again. I think I’ve got to sit down.” She said as Justin helped her over to the edge of the bed.
They sat side by side as Abbie rubbed her lower back and Justin affectionately rubbed her sloping shoulders.
“Ah that feels better - I know what will get my mind off the soreness in my back - a little ‘necking’...” She said with a husky giggle and a wink.
She reached over with her pasty hands and chubby forearms and pulled Justin down into a kiss. As his lips met hers he noticed how much thinner they felt compared to a little while ago when she was 30 - even 20 years younger.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth as her DOB changed again, this time to 05-12-57. Her older hands were caressing his chest as she took a break from kissing and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I’m lucky to have a sweet young man like you to keep me company… other women my age, no kids, no husband, I bet they get so lonely.” She cooed softly as she rested against him.
He looked down at her as he hugged the 62-year-old woman close to him. He could see grey roots peeking out under her blonde. She clearly was dying it. He gently stroked her long hair.
She lifted up and put on her glasses, looking at herself in the vanity mirror across the room.
“You like my hair baby? I’m thinking I might just chop it all down. Long hair is so hard to manage.” She said miming cutting her hair down to chin length with her fingers.
“Nooo! Don’t do that!... I mean your hair looks really great! It makes you look so young - and, and, hot!” He says quickly.
Justin was thankful Abbie had gotten through her 40s and 50s without getting a frumpy soccer mom haircut and wasn’t about to lose the battle as he stuck around through her 60s.
“Oh okay! If YOU like it, sweety.” She says kissing him again.
She then lifted her hands and clenched them a few times as if they were bothering her. Justin could see her finger joints and muscles looked a bit swollen.
“Are you all right?” He asked taking her hand closest to him and giving it a massage.
Abbie smiled at him. “It’s nothing, just my arthritis acting up again.”
‘God, like every second she gets a new thing now!’ Justin thought as he looked over at the top of her vanity and noticed that the bottles of vitamins and medications had grown over the past few minutes.
Abbie rubbed her hand on Justin’s leg affectionately. “It’s just a little flare-up, nothing to fuss about.” She said with a smile.
“How did you get arthritis all of a sudden?” Justin asked now wanting to really know what was going on.
“Oh honey, it just crops up when you get to be my age. I’ve had arthritis in my fingers and wrists for a few years now… I blame computers… and arthritis in my toes from all that dancing I did when I was younger… and I think I'm starting to get it in my knees and shoulders.” She explained.
He reached over to rub her shoulders again, thinking she might like that. She did, rolling her shoulders back and letting out a deep sigh. “That feels like magic Justin…” She purred as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting her belly and breasts, encased in a support bra, loose.
As Justin continued the back massage, Abbie reached around to unclasp her bra allowing her big saggy breasts to spill out. Justin grinned and reached around to cup one again, fondling it in his hand as Abbie reached back over, eyes closed to kiss him passionately. Her DOB on her license changed to 05-12-56.
The former teenage sophomore’s desk was now littered with AARP literature and information about switching to Medicare. Justin literally felt the woman’s breast slipped down lower in his grasp as her boobs now rested completely on her gut and were beginning to flatten out.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek with was beginning to look more jowly and then down to her neck which was starting to loosen. He sucked on her neck for a few moments as she tittered with delightful coos.
Then suddenly the 63-year-old’s eyes widened.
“Oh my… oh, how embarrassing…” She said softly, pulling away from him.
“What?” Justin asked. He didn’t hear anything pop or strain.
“I - well, you were getting me all hot and bothered and in my excitement, I seem to have… wet myself a little.” She explained, her wrinkled cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment.
“Oh no way, seriously? Like you peed your pants?” Justin asked trying to stifle his giggles.
“Now, now, it’s completely natural that women sometimes- after menopause accidentally… squirt a bit involuntarily.” She said seriously.
He motioned that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. “Nah, you’re good boo. One time, my buddy Hector like dropped his controller right on his nuts while we were playing Fortnite and I laughed so hard I pissed myself.” He said to make her feel better.
She smirked at him, not knowing what half of what he just said meant. “I don’t think that’s quite the same… but in any case, let me just pop into the little girls room and change into some fresh panties and we can get back to that marvelous thing you were doing with my neck…”