Sugar

“Order for Beth?”

“Yes! Over here,” I wave my arms slightly to get the attention of the barista.

She sets my coffee down and smiles at me, but quickly returns back to her station to work on orders for other customers. I pick up my drink and survey the small coffee shop for a spot to sit. I spy a free bar stool near one of the windows and I hurry over quickly to claim the seat. Once settled in, I find myself people-watching as I slowly sip my warm drink. The aroma hits me, and I close my eyes slowly and deeply inhale my little cup of heaven and warmth.

My peaceful moment is soon interrupted. “Bethhhhhh!” A loud shriek in my ear makes me flinch and I almost drop my cup. I’d recognize this voice anywhere.

“Ugh...Emma are you crazy?! I could’ve literally punched you thinking you were some sort of psycho.” I turned around slightly annoyed but I knew it would pass as my best friend beams at me. The coffee shop isn’t too far away from our apartment so it’s a frequent destination for us both.

“But I AM a psycho!” She crosses her arms and makes a face. “By the looks of it, you are ALSO a psycho too, or at least a stalker.” She settles into the seat next to me. “Okay...window seat, who are we scouting for? Hmm okay that’s obviously a 75 year old grandma,” she points to the left. “Oh and that right there looks like jailbait…not many options, huh?”

“Shush, I was trying to enjoy my drink and the ambiance. Not stalking kids and old people,” I snap, rolling my eyes.

“Anywaaaaays, guess what?!” She beams at me, bouncing in her seat and causing her tight brunette curls to move along with her. I cock my head to the side, and tap my fingers on the table.

“Mmmm…” I pretend to be deep in thought.

“Ok I can’t hold it in anymore! Beth! I joined a new site!”

I sigh and roll my eyes. Emma was keen on joining every single dating and social app known to man. She used it as an excuse to zest up her life, as if being a college student and wannabe influencer wasn’t enough already. I had gotten sucked into 1 or 2 bad dates she had set up for me but I knew better than to get roped in. They never ended well, or maybe I was just too serious about it. Emma was always looking for a good fuck, and I swear the girl never went a week without hot, life changing and mindblowing sex. And I, being the lucky one, always heard first-hand how steamy her escapades were. Of course, now and then I like to have a good time myself playing around first and second base. My type of guys were hard to come by and I wasn’t the one night stand kind of girl. Not to mention I was incredibly busy with college and my office job just to make ends meet.

I was kind of envious of Emma. She had parents that paid her tuition, she had a nice car, designer clothes, and wasn’t stuck in a job she hated just for money...unlike yours truly. So yes, Emma always had time for a little bit of fun, and as usual, she was going to try her hardest to rope me in.

“So I take it you and Harry didn’t work out…?” I question only in half-disbelief. Harry was an adorkable curly haired brunette with soft eyes and dreams of being a hopeless romantic.

“Harry is a boy but I realized I want a man! So...I was scrolling through my feed online and I saw a post for a website that advertises dates—wait for it— with MEN!” She said the last word a little too loudly and some guys at a nearby table sent a couple of confused looks and raised eyebrows towards our direction. I return their looks with an apologetic smile as she opens an app on her phone and shows it to me.

I take the phone from her hand and adjust my eyes to what I’m seeing. “Emma, this is a sugar baby app. AKA young, restless, gold diggers ‘R’ US. What are you doing with this? You definitely don’t need the money Miss ’my parents are loaded with cash and my education is just a hobby.’” I’m quoting one of her famous phrases right back at her, word for word. “Aren’t you afraid your dad is going to know most of these men since he does business with half of the state of Georgia?” I start to laugh hysterically, as I imagine her dating some 90 year old man in diapers.

She sticks her tongue out at me as I struggle to contain myself.

“Beth it’s not like that AT ALL. Besides, my dad’s clients are all in the midwest now. Secondly, yes I know I don’t need the money but it would sure as hell be fun to see what these geezers got! And third, I shouldn’t even be calling them geezers, there are so many young DILFs on here it’s insane. Aren’t you tired of working so late at night and then coming home to study? You need this more than me! And you deserve it. Guys our age are assholes, and you need someone who will take care of those bills, knows his way around in bed, and won’t be a fuckboy!”

I think quietly out loud…“I mean yeah, literally everyone our age is a fuckboy, I will admit that at least...but I don’t know about this Sugar Baby thing. Gives me really creepy Hefner vibes. Are you going to wear bunny ears? And is this legal? Like are you a prostitute now?” I mockingly place my fingers behind my head in the shape of bunny ears to taunt her.

“Beth stop it!” She crinkles her brows and starts to scowl. “Listen—I don’t have to even fuck them. Just show them how to have fun, put on some lipstick and then bring in the bank. It’s that simple. Now, if I’m horny and haven’t been laid in a while, then yeah, I’ll have some DILF for dessert, no slut shaming! Besides, I’m not the one you have to worry about wearing bunny ears. They would look SO much better on you babe,” she says with a wink. “Anyways...I know you’ve been having a hard time getting laid lately so...I kinda made you a profile...and started swiping...and answering DMs…” She pauses between clenched teeth, waiting for my response.

My mouth drops open as I stare at her in disbelief. “YOU DID WHAT?!” I yell loudly, causing some patrons in the coffee shop to send glares of annoyance our way.

“Okay relax, it wasn’t like I sold your social security number to Facebook or something. I just wanted to do something nice for you. And it’ll be fun. There are some younger guys there in their 40′s and late 30’s so it’s not crazy. We’re practically 30 ourselves…just subtract 6 years of course.”

She starts to swipe around in the app. “Just look before you say anything okay?” She starts to pout again, knowing very well I have a soft spot for her, regardless of how crazy her ideas get. Hell, I would probably end up in jail eventually if her shenanigans start getting wilder and wilder each time.

I take a deep breath. And look closer at the profile she landed on. The man in the photo is definitely oozing sex appeal, he actually doesn’t look old at all and is very well built. The characteristic definition of a DILF, if I ever saw one. He’s well dressed, his button down hanging tightly onto his muscles. This guy definitely works out, but what intrigued me the most were his ocean blue eyes, they seemed to somehow peer deep into my soul. His chin was littered with light stubble, barely gray enough to classify him as a silver fox. Even though it’s just a picture, I can feel my pulse racing slightly. Damn female hormones, betraying me at every chance.

I bite my lip and look up at Emma. “He’s fucking hot,” I state plainly and shrug.

“And…?!” Emma tries to pull more information out of me.

“And...he’s a major DILF. What else do you want me to say?” I play it off coolly. I didn’t even know if he had children. Why were we calling these men by that term anyhow?

“Well, I’m definitely not one to objectify men but let’s say he was a car, would you test drive that?” She starts to giggle again, never one to keep a straight face.

“You are SO vulgar! And yes, I would test drive that...ferrari?” I had no idea where she was going with this.

“Okay great, we’ll be taking that ferrari out for a spin! It’s already been set up!” She turns around and skips out of the coffee shop, oblivious to the fact that I am seething at this new revelation.

No...fucking...way...I couldn’t belive she had already set me up. I quickly throw out my cup, grab my stuff and chase after her. This girl was going to give me a heart attack.