It was a cold early 1070s January when I returned to Provo to begin my second semester of undergraduate studies at BYU. I had arrived there the preceding fall, a very unsophisticated 19-year-old who had grown up Mormon in a very small town in rural Eastern Idaho.
A lot had been accomplished in my first semester of college. I had lost my virginity to Sandra Olsen, a very attractive young coed from a prominent Salt Lake City family. Before the year was out I was also screwing Sandra's older sister-in-law, Lauren. Both of them presented themselves as very strait-laced Mormon women, but that was just a front they maintained. The sex with each of them was great and there seemed to be no jealousy.. The ruling matriarch of the women's family, Jane, apparently didn't approve of me, telling the two women I was 'a red necked cowboy from Idaho with a big dick' (more or less true although she left out math geek which was my other major interest beyond sex at that age).
But her objection was not so much the sex as it was the need for Sandra to maintain appearances of being betrothed to Andrew, son of another prominent Mormon family who was away on his mission. The rule seemed to be that Sandra could screw me at her sister-in-law Lauren's apartment every Thursday night but she wasn't to acknowledge my existence on campus. And as to Lauren she needed to be a good Mormon wife in an upper crust Mormon family when she was in Salt Lake but when in Provo working as a part time post-doc biology research assistant she could revert to her hippy self and pursue her second career as an abstract erotic artist. Appearances were everything to Jane.
In addition I had learned when I went to my Sister's home in Idaho Falls for Christmas that my family was not what I believed them to be. My Father was spending much of his time (including Christmas) with his lover and her two children in Idaho Falls while my Mother resided in our small-town family home with her two lovers, my Uncle Lou and his wife Sherry, all of which was carefully hidden from the public and, up until to then, from me. The extra marital relationships had existed for several years. On my return to Provo I spent several days waiting for the dormitories to reopen entertaining myself during that period by studying some advanced mathematics I had intended to read up on during the break and posing nude for Lauren before and after some very creative sex.
Oh yes, and on the side I had gotten straight As and learned to like coffee and where to find it in Provo, Utah (no minor task). Sandra and Lauren referred to me as their Idaho Cowboy/Math Geek. My family didn't communicate much but they kept paying the tuition. The other key accomplishment was replacing my $1.25 an hour part time dish washing job with a job paying considerably more working as a nude model for Lauren.
In short I had learned that people are frequently not at all what they seem to be and that I could make more money with my clothes off than on. Not really astounding revelations to most folks but they were to me.
I expected that my Thursday nights with Sandra at her sister-in-law's apartment would pick up where they had left off at the end of the Fall semester, an hour or so of tutoring Sandra in calculus (usually badly distracted by Sandra's playing footsie under the table and gradually disrobing), a few hours of screwing and then, once we were satiated, a quick, focused review of the calculus lesson without the distraction of impending sex. But that isn't how it worked out.
We had barely begun the first Thursday evening's calculus lesson (basically a review of everything from the prior semester most of which Sandra had managed to repress like a bad dream) when we heard the key in the lock and Lauren walked in.
"I thought you would be in Salt Lake by now?" Sandra said.
"I changed the nanny's schedule so I don't have to be home for a few more hours. I thought you two would need some help with calculus."
Sandra and I broke out laughing. The only math Lauren knew was just enough arithmetic to allow her to check the statements that accompanied the remissions on sales of her paintings in New York by the gallery that represented her. How she had gotten through a doctoral degree in Biology was a mystery to us although I have often wondered if it might not have involved a lot of sex with her PhD advisor and the members of her thesis reviewing panel.
"Just go ahead," she said as she sat on the couch. "If Richard gets stuck on some point I'll help out."
Lauren was wearing her work clothes. By that I mean the conservative grey skirt, nylons, well ironed white blouse, a string of pearls, and heels she wore for her office hours at the University or while in Salt Lake. Normally the heels were low ones but today they were tall, shiny black, stilettos, a noticeable deviation from her standard conservative uniform. Still her dress was nothing like the paint-stained T-shirt and torn jeans she normally wore in her apartment of the studio next door.
She sat down on the sofa crossing her long legs (she was almost six feet tall) and tugging at the hem of her skirt so it rose well up her thighs. Sandra had her back to Lauren, but I noticed immediately, pausing for a moment in my attempt to explain how the integral calculus which we were going to study this semester differed from the principals of differential calculus we had studied last semester. Women usually tug their skirts down rather than up. That plus the stilettoes made me wonder what her agenda was. I didn't have to wonder for long.
Lauren's eyes had that narrowed cat look she got when she was trying to seduce someone. As I continued to talk trying to respond to Sandra's confused questions, Lauren was slowly unbuttoning her blouse exposing the white lacy bra that held her large soft breasts. The white blouse and bra contrasted beautifully against her flawless olive skin. As I watched her I could feel my cock growing in my pants. Once her blouse was fully open, she pulled the tails from her skirt and leaned forward letting the blouse fall off her shoulders so it lay behind her on the couch. Putting her arms behind her back she released the catch on her bra. She let the straps hang over her shoulders maintaining the coverage of the bra cups over her tits. She put a long finger to her lips, cocking her head to one side as if asking me what she should do now. Then she dragged the finger slowly down her throat and upper chest until it came to rest between the bra cups. Tugging with the finger she slowly pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and let the bra fall to her lap fully releasing her large soft breasts. After she tossed the bra to the side Lauren put her hands beneath her breasts and held them out to me, rubbing her dark nipples with her thumbs as she did so.
I had taken one hand off the table and was rubbing my almost fully erect cock through my trousers. I really had no idea whether what I was telling Sandra about integral calculus made any sense at all.
Then to my surprise Lauren tucked the bra between the cushions of the couch and put the blouse back on leaving it closed with a single button so it only sort of covered her tits. Show time over, I wondered? That didn't seem likely with Lauren. I raised my eyebrows in a question, which fortunately Sandra missed as she was head down trying to manipulate a calculus function on a page of paper.
Lauren responded with a lascivious smile and rose from the couch saying, "Excuse me for a moment." Her heels clattered noisily on the hardwood floor and her tits bounced deliciously beneath the blouse as she walked from the room. Sandra, her head down, was still struggling with her calculus and paid no attention whatsoever to Lauren. After a brief absence Lauren returned with no noticeable change—same grey A-line skirt that dropped to just below her knees; same white blouse unbuttoned and barely covering her breasts; same oh so conservative string of pearls she wore; same killer tall heels that clattered on the hard wood floor. Her breasts were swinging lustily beneath the blouse, but she hadn't worn a bra when she left the room, so that wasn't a change. Why had she left so briefly I wondered? But as she again reclined in the couch again tugging the hem of her skirt higher on her thighs I realized what had changed—her hosiery was gone. My perennially dirty mind immediately wondered whether her panties had been shed along with the hosiery.
"Quick trip," I said looking at Lauren.
"Just a minor adjustment," she responded.
Sandra, realizing I was talking to Lauren looked quickly over her shoulder, failing to notice that the blouse was no longer buttoned, and just as quickly, returned her attention to her work.
Lauren opened her blouse again and spent some time flaunting her tits at me. My dick, which had softened a bit when Lauren left the room, sprang to attention again.
I was rubbing my cock in response. Then she reached into the big satchel she carried with her and pulled out a sketch pad.
What's she going to draw, I wondered?
