If you are digusted by the idea of cross-generation sexual relations in fantasy roleplay between consenting adults, stop here. There is absolutely no reason for you to read the rest of the entry. If you have Issues with a capital "I" about the above, stop here. If you think I'm completely sick and you can't believe what you're reading, how did you even get this far? Go somewhere else.

Seriously, the kind of play I'm about to describe is not appealing to a lot of people, and that's fine by me. But�my diary. I want to record these characters.

On the date last night, Sara and I introduced Alex and Lauren to our repertoire. Alex is a man in his mid-thirties who works in the computer industry. He's your typical pop culture nerd, a Buffy fan, a responsible, bill-paying adult. He bought a house in the suburbs last year to cut down on his commute and be closer to the airport. He takes a lot of business trips. When he can, he hooks up with female friends across the country for kinky sex play. They're fuck buddies he's met and cultivated over the years.

Lauren lives in Alex's neighborhood. She's 15, extremely smart, very sexually curious, but entirely inexperienced. She house sits for Alex when he's away, and they've become good friends. She's too mature for her own age group, and all of his peers are talking about their children, home renovations, golf, and other stuff that he doesn't give a crap about.

They have an easy friendship because he doesn't try to be the ultra hip adult, and she doesn't try too hard to be the sort of over-achieving smart ass that many gifted teenagers are. Sure, they're both smart-asses, and they rag on each other like friends do, but they're not trying to impress the other with witty repartee.

And Alex doesn't soft-peddle issues with Lauren. He doesn't talk down to her or patronize her. She knows she can ask him anything, and he will tell her the truth, or give his unvarnished opinion.

So Thursday night Lauren heard something outside her house that creeped her out, so she called Alex to come over and hang with her for a while. Her mother works a night shift. During the course of conversation, Lauren reveals that she had a not so successful date the previous weekend.

Unbeknownst to her, her "date" was to be of a bunch of teenagers getting together to hang out at a fast food place for a little while, and then everyone heading off to a makeout spot in their parents' SUVs.

Lauren was mortified, and taken home early, because her date, Steve, said she "sucked" at kissing. As soon as he started kissing her, he went for a boob, too, which she didn't appreciate.

Alex expresses his sympathy, trashes Steve as a jerk, and assures her that it'll get better.

And that's when she asks him if he would give her some pointers on kissing. He's like, "Um ... sure ... okay. I guess I could try to explain it," and goes into this long, stammered lecture on how to kiss that Sara later described as "painful," but appropriately so for the character.

"You have to hold your lips firm, but not too firm, like medium between loose and firm ... don't open your mouth too wide, like, wider than the other person's ... and when the tongue gets involved it's like a counterbalance sort of dance ... it should complement what the other person is doing with theirs."

When he's done, she lets him know that she was actually hoping he would show her.

No. No, he can't show her. That would be wrong in so many ways. He's really uncomfortable now. Because just the thought of kissing her has brought up attractions that he's successfully and ruthlessly slammed into the "don't go there" portion of his brain up until now.

She starts to reason with him. She just needs somebody to show her how it's done. It doesn't mean anything. It's just mechanics. She needs to know what she's supposed to do, and there's nobody else she trusts to ask.

He argues back. It's not right. Her mom would freak. He could get arrested if anyone found out. And kissing her would make him like one of the dirtbags on AOL that she's always going off on.

And then she said, "No. You're right. It was stupid of me to ask. I'm just a stupid kid." And that got him.

He said he'd do it, and swore her to secrecy.

They start on the couch, where he puts his arm around her shoulders and explains that the best kisses are the ones that just happen when there's a moment that kind of says, "Now." So he tries to keep the conversation going a little bit, but they're both way too self-conscious, so he just kisses her.

He starts slow, lips supple, but not too loose. Teasing hers, tasting her, exploring, enjoying the sensation of touch. He puts his hand at the back of her head and slides his tongue between her lips, drawing her further into the kiss, urging her to open her mouth for him. And she does. And Lauren is by no means a bad kisser.

Alex stops, pulls back, asks if she's okay. She nods an enthusiastic yes. He tells her that for the sake of being thorough, he's going to make the kiss more intense. She nods and reaches for him. He kisses her thoroughly and well. Not as hard as he could, but he's gotten into the pleasure of it, and he's getting hard. His hand on her waist slides up to her breast. She gasps and he pulls away, apologizing. She moves his hand back to her breast and tells him that she likes it. He's very gentle where he touches her.

He moves to stop but she convinces him that if they're going to forget this evening ever happened when they're done, they might as well do it as much as they want now. So he kisses her some more. This time he makes a move to put his hand under her shirt, and she stops him. Again he apologizes, and then the guilt hits pretty hard.

He's berating himself for being a perv (mostly inside his head). She's wishing they could do it again the next time they see each other, but not daring to ask.

After they said goodbye to each other, Sara and I created a couple insta-characters named Murphy (him) and Bates (her) whose sole reason for existence was to fuck out all the sexual tension we'd created with Lauren and Alex.

Why do I like age play? I'll have to explain it later. Lauren and I are going to see "Panic Room" and we have to leave in a few.