The rest of the week was pretty much routine. Louise and her male tenants enjoyed the sort of sexual tension that comes from a shared secret that no one else knows. Louise felt a bit embarrassed actually, to have fucked three out of the five young men that lived with her. Usually, she took only one lover. But this year's crop had seemed so... fresh and virile. Louise had been unable to help herself. Still, she wished Robby was there.
On Friday, once again, the house cleared out. With lingering glances and puppy-dog eyes, Danny left to spend the weekend with his parents. Still very young, he spent almost every weekend at home. Louise felt a tiny twinge of regret that she had taken advantage of him, but only a tiny one. That young man had given her some good loving, and she hoped that she had given as much in return. Still, he was very young and vulnerable.
Just when she thought she was going to be alone all weekend, Jeremy called from Bonnie's sorority house and asked if it would be okay for them to come over and "hang out." They were tired of the crowd over there, and wanted a little peace and quiet.
"Sure," Louise said, "we'll make some popcorn and rent a DVD to watch."
"Any preferences?" Jeremy asked.
"Anything without guns, violence or macho men. I'm not in the mood for that tonight."
"No problemo," Jeremy replied jauntily.
Louise straightened up the house, showered, and made a large bowl of buttered popcorn. She checked the fridge: there was plenty of soda, a bottle of Chablis, and a couple of beers. Then she showered and put on some loose-fitting sweats and her large, furry bunny slippers. She hoped they would get there soon. She wanted the company.
Of all the tenants she had under roof now, Jeremy was the one about whom she knew the least. Although he was twenty-three, he was still just a sophomore. For some reason, he had started college a little later than the others. He was a pre-med major, hoping to become a surgeon. He had wavy dark-brown hair, and dreamy blue eyes. He was slender and outgoing, and Louise sensed an air of sensuality about him. She sometimes noticed him furtively caressing his girlfriend Bonnie, and the way the girl responded. Louise was sure they were sleeping together, at least occasionally, but she did not know where. Jeremy obeyed the rules of her house and stayed at home most weeknights, studying assiduously.
About that time, the key turned in the lock, and Jeremy and Bonnie came in. "Hi, guys," Louise greeted them.
"Good evening, Louise," Jeremy said.
"Hi, Ms. Blaisdell," Bonnie said, a trifle shyly.
"Call me Louise, Bonnie, everyone else does."
Jeremy was in jeans, a sport shirt, and a light jacket. Bonnie, on the other hand, was in an expensive, snug-fitting warmup suit that hugged her petite curves to the best advantage. As she walked a little closer, the scent of a light floral perfume washed over Louise. Bonnie always smelled so good! And, she was a very pretty young lady with long light-brown hair, golden brown eyes, a pert, slightly upturned nose and straight even teeth. Altogether a very attractive package.
Jeremy excused himself to go to the bathroom, and Bonnie made herself comfortable on the couch with Louise. "What movie did you get?" Louise asked.
"Well, Jeremy was feeling very `continental' tonight so we got this light French sex comedy with almost no story line, but lots of big-busted French actresses. I hope you don't mind."
"It sounds like fun," Louise said, all the while thinking: speaking of big-busted, you have nice big breasts yourself. Indeed, although Bonnie was a petite girl, probably five-foot-three and one hundred and ten pounds, she had a impressive pair of nice round titties. Louise could feel a wave of desire wash over her, and a tingle in her pussy. She liked the feeling, although it did not come often. When she was younger and herself in college, Louise had had an affair with a female classmate. It had lasted only about three months, until she met her husband, but all the same it had opened her eyes to a new way of loving. Her lover had fulfilled certain needs in Louise that she had previously been unaware of. Once she met her future husband, the other girl became jealous, and they grew apart, eventually breaking up. But Louise had never forgotten what it felt like to be held and loved by another woman.
Now some of those same feelings were resurfacing in her. She felt her pussy begin to moisten, ever so slightly. She found herself looking at Bonnie so intently that the young girl actually blushed a little and looked away. "I'm sorry," Louise said quickly, "it's just that you remind me of someone I once knew."
"Was it someone special?" Bonnie asked.
"Yes, she was someone very special," Louise replied.
