2. Jordan
Dad's 'temporary' move quickly changed the dynamic at home. There was suddenly no man in the house, with Robbie off at College for the year, though he was hardly the sort of guy to fit the description. He largely kept to himself. Dad had found a small townhouse near the city of Montreal, with Mom promising to fly over and visit whenever he wanted, and his work would allow. For the first few weeks he had been so 'busy' that there simply hadn't been time for Mom to come.
Mom and I agreed that we would like to go and see the city at some stage, so we planned to go together after a month or two. At first, Dad rang every couple of days to see how Mom was getting on, or vice versa. However, it quickly became apparent that the business, or, whatever else may have been going on, was keeping him very occupied. The calls dropped in frequency to weekly at best, and Dad always seemed in a rush to get off the line, as he had a lawyer or a secretary or some other interruption waiting for him.
Normally, you would expect this to have a heavy effect on a wife left alone to run the household, but I could tell that Mom was enjoying her newfound freedom. She played a very pious role at Church, in particular, where everyone came up to commiserate with the poor woman who must be all at sea without her man to provide for her. She put on a stoic face, and nodded gravely, and everyone was impressed at her grace and elegance.
When we were home, and particularly when Sally McMillan was visiting, Mom became increasingly free. She worse short summer dresses, her enormous bust sticking out, and receiving immediate approval from Sally who eyed her up and down with pursed lips and a smile that begged to say, 'when the cat's away...". She almost said it on one occasion, but decided she didn't want to set Janice off on a course of mutual adultery like she and her husband were engaged in.
Since my evening spent recently with my hand down my panties, I had returned to the same activity almost every night. I still hadn't climaxed yet, and knew there was something I was missing. But I had started watching make up tutorials and giving it a good go myself in front of the mirror. Mom noticed immediately, and just gave me a motherly smile, but didn't say anything. I guess she assumed I was coming out of my shell and getting ready for the big wide world, after all.
I was at the University campus the following day, enjoying the sun in the gardens after psych class, when there was suddenly a young man in front of me.
"Hey...Sasha?"
I looked up, startled. I recognized the voice, and the figure. "Jordan?" I blushed.
Jordan was a classmate from my high school days, who I hadn't seen for at least three years. We hadn't been close friends or even talked much at school, I just knew who he was and who he hung out with. I did know that he wasn't the sort to go around forcing himself on the girls, so I had a positive memory, and maybe even a little bit of a soft spot for him.
Suddenly I realized I had been staring dumbly into Jordan's face for God knows how long. I snapped out of it, blushing furiously now. "Hey! How are you? Do you go here?" I managed to spit out.
"Ah, yeah, I'm doing economics over in D block."
"Oh, cool. I'm doing psychology."
He sat down, and we caught up. It was nice. I hadn't really known him before, so there was a lot to talk about. I gave him an abridged history of my family and current situation, but when I asked about him, he seemed shy to answer.
"But you have a place, right? It's OK to be living with your parents—I still do", I said, trying to help him admit it, if that's what he needed.
"No, it's not that. My Dad's not even alive anymore," he confessed.
I felt terrible. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jordan," and then I bit my tongue so I couldn't say anything else wrong.
"It's all good. I grew up in a broken home, anyway, and was a bit dysfunctional myself when I was younger. There's not really any family to speak of, so I've been couch surfing this year."
Couch surfing? The poor guy. And here I had been complaining about my situation in one of the city's best neighborhoods. I was suddenly gushing with sympathy and empathy. I wanted to help him out, and hear more.
"What about your Mom?"
"She's actually in a mental institution."
"Holy shit!" I thought to myself, "Poor Jordan really has had a tough existence... And I've just put my foot in it again.
"I'm so sorry, Jordan, I didn't mean to pry", inadvertently reaching out and touching his arm. He seemed to appreciate that, and looked back at me with a weak smile.
"Thanks, Sash. It's nice to see you again." My heart actually skipped a beat as he said it.
In that moment I received a purpose in life, possibly for the first time ever. I was prepared to do whatever I could to help Jordan. It didn't even occur to me that this could be a potential con-job, or maybe some female hormones were kicking in. I just wanted to make sure he got what he needed.
It struck me all of a sudden that I hadn't really got any friends at Uni, for whatever reason. I looked up at his kind smile and suddenly became self-conscious, and my face flushed as our eyes met.
I had gone home and immediately started trying to figure out how I could help Jordan. I knew I couldn't just ask Mom for money to pay for his accommodation, but I would find a way. He asked if we could catch up again, and I had to catch myself from bursting out with a 'yes' straight away.
We ended up catching up at lunch almost every day for the next week. I made sure to have my make up on as best I could, though tried to act aloof at the same time. He paid me a compliment after a few days, and even though I tried to pretend, I was blushing with embarrassment and my face felt hot. Oh, boy. Was this what I thought it was?
On Friday, I wore a pretty dress that had plenty of room to show my boobs, without being slutty. They gave me a shapely cleavage crack when coupled with my push-up bra. The double Ds certainly helped. I was so grateful for Mom as I put my dress on. I had inherited at least something of her magnificent breasts.
I wished she would put them on display more. They were so big, they would just have every man's jaw dropping as she walked by, if she wanted. But she was far to classy for that.
The moment Jordan laid eyes on me that day, I wondered whether I had gone too far. He simply could not keep his eyes off my chest. It made me feel great about myself, and at the same time amazed that I had this much control over him.
I alternated between giving him a sweet smile, looking into his eyes demurely, then turning my head to look away for long periods, so he could enjoy my boobs without fear of being sprung. I arched my back and stretched, and heard him gulp as his body responded to the visual stimulation.
I think he knew what I was doing, but I didn't care because I was loving it. Every second. I was pleasing a man, and had power over him in ways I could never have imagined. As well as wanting to help Jordan, and care for him, sensual feelings were welling up in my body. He was attractive, and had been really sweet. Did he like me? Or was he just wanting to catch up and make friends? I really didn't want to stick my foot in it.
We were out of time, and he had to head back to class. I could see he was trying to say something but couldn't get it out. He turned to go. I wanted to hear what he was going to say. I needed to hear it.
"Jordan?" I called a little too frantically. He spun around. "Were you going to say something?"
