My first Cougar...

This story takes place just one day before my 21st birthday...

I had been talking to an older woman who I met on Myspace. This beautiful, 31 year old blonde, with a nice rack and all, happened to be an ex Budweiser model. Right on!

So, my parents are out of town, I get home from work and this woman calls me up. She invites me over. Sounded good to me, and since she was only a few cities over, no trouble either.

So I arrive, and we have a few drinks, and get to talking. She tells me that she's not 31, but 37. She says to me "I hope youre not mad...". I gave her on good looking over and said "You know, that really doesnt matter, youre still f***ing gorgeous" and we proceed to make out. Things quickly go from there and we spend the next 4 hours in bed.

So I arrive home, it's about a quarter to midnite. A bunch of my friends are at my house. What happened to you they said? Apparently, in the 4 hours i was getting busy my friend had tried over and over to get ahold of me. When he never heard back from me he started calling hospitals and police stations to see if he could find me. Ha...

Anyways, it was a great night, and my friends wouldnt let me live down all the scratch marks on my neck (they didnt see the worse ones on my back, chest, and "other" places) but to this day I never let them live down the day I bagged a 37 year old cougar and walked away with a body full of battle scars. Good times!