I'm nineteen years old, just off the bus, an incoming freshman at huge Penn State University. I'm the third in our family, two sisters preceded me. One is still here, or will be in about a week. At their suggestion, I'm going to find a room in a private home rather than stay in the dorms. Then, over the next couple weeks, try and manage to be accepted into one of the fraternities. They tell me that fraternity life is the way to go. Be part of a group rather than just another anonymous body among the tens of thousands because this ain't high school, Mark. Nobody gives a damn about you -- not teachers, not the university. You're on your own and it will be much better to be part of an organized group.
I should mention that the university is very large and it's located in a relatively small town that wouldn't even exist if the school hadn't been placed in the middle of the state back around Civil War time. So, it's a place, I'm told, that lets you very much be Joe College, unlike schools in big cities. Anyway, here I am at the front door of a house not too far off campus. Nothing fancy but a nice tree-lined street. A large man, perhaps the age of my father, answers the door. His name is Carl. We shake hands, discuss the whole bit about renting a room, I'm shown the room and accept. He introduces his wife, Mae, who looks out from the next room, likely the kitchen.
I'm so full of trying to figure how to handle the next few days that I'm almost oblivious to the room. I mean these are just landlords. I pay no attention to them. If I didn't end up living there I probably wouldn't even remember their names. I go and get my luggage at the bus station and come back and move into my room. Normal bedroom.
Downstairs in the house, the front door opens into the living room that spreads across the front of the house. Behind it are a dining room and a kitchen, splitting the rest of the house. The stairs go up on one side of the living room with one turn half way up. Immediately across from the top of the stairs is the bathroom. To the left, above the living room, is the owner's bedroom. To the right, off a small hall are two bedrooms, one on the left, one on the right, essentially above the dining room and kitchen.
Moving in, Mae, the wife, talks to me a little, hoping I'll enjoy my time at Penn State. I learn that Carl, her large husband, is a fireman. He's old fashioned and doesn't want his wife to work so she's a housewife with time on her hands. She seems younger than him. I have a hard time guessing female ages but she's probably more than twenty five and less than forty. I realize that's a wide spread but once girls grow up, until they start wrinkling of old age, I can't tell age at all. She's no beauty but isn't ugly either. Brown hair, trim figure, even featured face that probably could be made up to be more attractive. I just didn't pay a whole lot of attention. I mean, she's my landlord. I have a lot on my mind. I've got to register for classes and I've got to find ways to get to various fraternity open houses and ingratiate myself so they'll take me. It's a pretty challenging, even scary, time for me.
That first night I get to two fraternities and drink a lot of beer and then stagger back to my room fairly late. I have a key. The next day I go to the main campus to see about registering for school and arranging my schedule. I can't do it for another two days but I want to know what the routine is. I'm nervous about all this stuff that's sort of beyond my control. I talk to a few people, actually go to lunch with two guys I just met. I line up another several fraternity open houses for that evening. Mid-afternoon I head back to my rented room mostly because I don't know what else to do.
Maybe I should add that I'm no jock. I wrestled JV but wasn't that good so never pursued it more. I played in the band but know I'm not good enough for the university band -- it's all music majors and I'm planning to be a math teacher. But I'm not in bad shape. Six feet even, maybe a quarter inch more, 180 pounds, fairly fit but not real buff. I'd had girl friends. I'd managed to get laid but not nearly as often as I'd prefer. Fairly square kind of guy mostly.
Anyway, I come in the house, head up the stairs and just as I hit the landing and the stairs turn a right angle, right smack in front of me almost, the bathroom door opens and Mae steps out totally naked. The first thing that hit me was what a great body she has. Really fit. Tits, obviously, hips, shapely legs, and no hair at her pussy. Very fit, trim body. Very sexy.
"Oops," she says and jumps back a step, still naked and facing me. Then she sort of grins and says, "Well, it's too late to pretend this didn't happen. Sorry."
I might be square but I always had a sassy mouth, say whatever pops into my mind. "Don't be sorry, you have a gorgeous body."
"Oh," she says, looking at me oddly. I think maybe she's sizing me up. "Well thank you, I'm glad you like it."
We're standing there about four feet apart, I'm down about three steps from her, looking right at her pussy. And she isn't hiding or running or anything. "You shave," I say.
She actually reaches to her pussy and touches it. "Yes, Carl likes it. Says it feels better."
"I imagine it does," is all I can think to say, beginning to realize I've been standing almost next to this naked lady for a little while now.
