Mrs. Gilley sat across the table as Julie asked her questions. I sat in the middle, facing the window. It was surreal that I'd agreed to let my college friend ask questions at all. Everyone called the woman across from Julie Mrs. Gilley, even though she divorced eleven years ago. Beautiful silver shoulder-length hair reached her shoulders, and a smile always shone on her face.
Three years ago, when I first mentioned Mrs. Gilley to Julie, it was because Julie wanted to know why I didn't have a girlfriend when I started college. Julie was in my Spanish IV class. We'd both accepted offers to skip the first three semesters. Toward the end of the year, Julie broached the subject because she noticed that I didn't attend parties or school activities with a girlfriend. She'd invited me to several parties, all of which I'd declined politely.
"I do have a girlfriend, although we're not conventional," I spoke confidently when Julie asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "Swingers? Married?"
I laughed. "No, nothing like that. Mrs. Gilley is older. And private. Very well-educated."
"How much older are we talking here, Ben? Not judging. But very curious." When Julie asked me, I didn't take it as judgment.
"She's fifty-seven. And quite striking."
Julie smiled. "Fifty-seven? Damn, Ben. That's taking the MILF thing to extremes."
"In my defense, I wasn't looking for a girlfriend. Instead of university housing, I got an apartment off campus with a roommate. I met Mrs. Gilley the first day I moved in."
Looking to my left and seeing Mrs. Gilley, I saw her smile. I knew she was remembering my first day at the apartment complex. She nodded.
Julie spoke. "Mrs. Gilley, tell me about what happened. From your point of view. If I'm going to write about this, I'll need to know. Your story will go well in my senior thesis."
Mrs. Gilley cleared her throat. Her teeth were dazzling white, and her full lips parted as she spoke. "I got divorced eight years before meeting Ben. No one had touched me romantically since two years before my marriage failed. Ben walked across my front windows as I cleaned them from the inside. It was early August, and I just finished working out. Since I was hot and sweaty, I stood in front of the window with my arms reaching the top. I wore a bright red sports bra. Ben walked by just as I tiptoed to reach up. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me."
"Is that accurate, Ben?" Julie looked toward me and then back at Mrs. Gilley.
I nodded. "Definitely. All I had on my mind was settling in on my first day and the upcoming semester. I looked up absent-mindedly, and there she was. I couldn't gauge her age - and it didn't matter. Mrs. Gilley looked amazing. Her breasts were firm, and her exposed stomach caught my eye. As well as her legs. The gorgeous silver hair and the big smile made me stop like an idiot."
"Who made the first move?" Julie assumed it was me.
"I did," Mrs. Gilley immediately answered. "It had been so long since I'd entertained the idea that someone could take a second look at me that I assumed something was wrong with the young man outside my window. I stepped outside and asked him if he was okay."
I jumped in. "That's true. I was tongue-tied. Mrs. Gilley was only about three feet from me when I walked past. When she came outside, I got a great view of her body. That she didn't avoid eye contact gave me shivers. Her workout shorts clung to her, and she was sweating. She didn't realize that her nipples were sticking through her sports bra. I didn't know what to say."
Mrs. Gilley laughed. "I introduced myself as Amanda but told him everyone calls me Mrs. Gilley."
"What did he say, Mrs. Gilley?" Julie's curiosity was apparent.
"I don't remember exactly what he said. I was distracted. His shirt was torn at the neck and I could see he was in good shape. A little thin but muscular. His fly was open on his shorts. It was the first time in a long time that I was close enough to a man to experience that jolt of something else."
Mrs. Gilley looked at me and winked. I winked back. Julie grinned as she watched us both.
"When I write my article, I'll keep it anonymized. What happened after that?"
I spoke again after giving Mrs. Gilley a second to go first. "She invited me inside to see her apartment. I didn't think anything about it, partly because I was stealing glances at her as she walked. She showed me the apartment. I couldn't read her mind. She smiled a lot. Frankly, I was hypnotized. There was something about her that was immensely sexual. Keep in mind that I was a virgin. Yes, I know, you'll laugh. But it's true. I think Mrs. Gilley noticed that I was excited, so to speak."
Mrs. Gilley nodded in agreement. "My divorce was complicated and messy, in part due to medical issues on my part. When I noticed that Ben had an erection, I felt jolts. I'd not experienced that in years! It perplexed me and made me a little foggy-brained."
Julie laughed. "I'm trying to imagine Ben provoking lust in an older woman. No offense, Ben."
"Mrs. Gilley asked me to sit down at the counter. I sat slightly facing her, our knees almost touching. I couldn't hide my erection and sat down anyway. My dick made a tent in my shorts. She pretended not to notice. She asked me about college, my plans, and everything everyone talks about. Despite my erection, I found myself talking to her like I'd known her for years. Before I knew it, we talked for thirty minutes." I think Julie understood the connection I felt. Not just the sexual connection.
Mrs. Gilley wanted to comment. "I was distracted by this young man sitting so close to me. Even though I knew it was customary for younger men to be attracted by almost anyone, he talked to me quick-wittedly. I could see him taking long looks at my face and body. To my horror and surprise, I realized I was moving so he could see me more easily. So many years without the urge. You have to understand that. I was afraid he'd get up and leave. That led me to ask him something that surprised even me."
I grinned. "I started imagining that Mrs. Gilley moved her legs a bit too much. She leaned in a few times. When she leaned further and put her right hand on my knee, I almost lost it. Although her fingers touched my knee, I felt it everywhere. She asked me if I could come over tomorrow morning and help her move a dresser. I asked her what time. She asked me what time I got up and around. I told her I would get up around 5 a.m. and finish a run by 6 a.m."
She laughed. "That was perfect for me. I wanted to move the bedroom dresser for a long time. When I asked Ben for help, it wasn't because I wanted the furniture moved. It was because I wanted to be around him. It was a novel and stimulating idea."
Julie nodded. I thought the look on her face was a bit odd.
"Who wants to talk about the next part of the story?" Julie looked at Mrs. Gilley and then me. I laughed as I raised my hand.
