"And in conclusion, I would like to reiterate that if we don't continue to move in a direction that will leverage both open online courses and the emerging mobile platform we may all find ourselves looking for new jobs in the very near future."
There was a round of applause as Pamela Jensen stepped down from the stage and resumed her seat in the front row of the main auditorium of the Hilton hotel. Pam sat beside her good friend and colleague, Toni Owen. The pair were on the final afternoon of a three-day conference in which Pam was one of the keynote presenters; she had just finished speaking on the future of higher education. The forty-one-year-old woman was used to public speaking and was hardly perturbed by the experience. Mostly, she hoped her words did not fall on deaf ears, and those in attendance took something of significance away from her speech. If not for the sake of the educational institutions, at the very least for the students.
"That was very good," Toni leaned over and whispered to Pam when she settled beside her. "I'm very proud of you."
Pam gave Toni a sideways glance and blushed. When Bruce died, aside from her daughter, Julie, Toni was the one stable factor in Pam's life that she'd been able to consistently rely upon. When everything else seemed to be falling apart, Pam found a solid foundation in her good friend, who she had known since they first met at university in their late teens. Like Pam, Toni was single, although certainly not for lack of looks. Toni had a pretty face and warm, open manner that was both charming and inviting. Her long, auburn hair looked bewitching and wild when it wasn't pulled up in a tight bun for work. The full-figured woman's smooth, unblemished, white skin and large, green eyes complimented her ruddy locks wonderfully.
Toni's natural charm, intelligence and sharp wit came with a dose of feminine beauty that most men could only dream of having access to. But that was kind of the problem for the forty-year-old Director of Finance. Men always tried so hard to please her and she found most of them were quite unrefined. She had never had time for the 'lad' culture and, once she hit her thirties, the affable beauty realised that there was really only one age of man that interested her—young and carefree—with ample innocence and lashings of handsomeness thrown in. Until they made a forty-year-old man that was still in the shape of a teenager and was wise enough to keep up in conversation with her, she would probably stick to her fantasies. Which didn't mean she wasn't open to the idea of meeting someone new, it's just that his ring finger also needed to be vacant.
At dinner, Pam and Toni discussed various parts of the conference they found interesting and both concluded they were looking forward to getting home the following day. While the opportunity to network was great, it had also led to overstimulation, which the pair were unaccustomed to. Both naturally introverted and shy, they were looking forward to getting back to the privacy of their respective homes.
"So, how's the new housemate working out?" Toni asked as the pair perused their menus.
"Oh yeah... David. It's going well." Pam tried to feign nonchalance even though her chance encounter with David the weekend before had been playing on her mind ever since. Taking a risk and propositioning the young man to play with his penis while she looked on had certainly paid off wonderfully. Not only had the young man produced his erection for Pam's approval, but he'd also helped himself to Pam's breasts before depositing a nice load of sticky, white seed all over her lovely, ripe fruit. "I think I'll have the seared salmon," Pam swallowed hard, attempting to shift the subject.
"I was looking at that, too. With a side of salad and sweet-potato fries, I think. Yum." Toni closed her menu and placed it on the side of the table. "So, do tell. What's he like? How old is he?"
"He's ummm, eighteen," Pam continued looking at the menu even though she knew perfectly well what she wanted. She didn't dare look her good friend in the eyes, lest she see the truth about how flustered the mere thought of her young housemate made her.
"And good-looking?"
Pam closed her menu and looked across the table at her friend. She unconsciously pressed her lips together, as if that would somehow prevent her from telling the truth.
Toni's eyes widened, "Oh my God!" She paused and lowered her voice, "You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"
"No!" Pam blushed profusely. "Stop it! I mean, no. No, I'm not sleeping with him."
"But, you like him?" More than anyone, Toni appreciated how intoxicating a young man like David could be.
"He's a nice boy," Pam smiled. "Really nice. Look, if I tell you something you have to promise to keep it to yourself, okay?"
"Seriously, who am I going to tell? Of course. You know me—you can trust me. Now spill!"
Toni sat mesmerised as Pam recounted her story of peeping through the keyhole of her bedroom door and spying on David. The grin on Toni's face widened as Pam described how she'd seen David showering the night they'd ordered pizza together.
Toni took a sip of water and swallowed hard, "I am sooo jealous."
The sudden appearance of the waiter interrupted their conversation and the ladies hastily placed their orders.
"Waiters always have such poor timing," Toni chided softly when the young man departed.
"God, I've been dying to tell someone," Pam felt relieved that she was finally able to share the experience with her best friend.
"You know you can tell me anything. And shame on you for not saying anything sooner!"
"I know, it's just I promised I would keep it a secret. I kind of feel bad."
"Well, you know me. And I won't tell a soul. But I want details, young lady." Toni grinned. "Seriously," she leaned forward in her chair, "what's it, ummm, what's it like?"
"Long and clean-cut," Pam replied matter-of-factly. "Pretty damn nice, actually," the lovely lady grinned from ear-to-ear, feeling remarkably proud of her recent experience.
Toni sat back in her chair and her jaw dropped. Pam never swore. "SO jealous!"
Pam smiled cheekily, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since." She paused thoughtfully, "You know I didn't quite tell you the whole story."
Toni looked startled, "There's more?"
Pam continued her story, recalling how she had taken a chance with David—propositioning him to masturbate while she sat with him—which had culminated in the young lad ejaculating all over her bare breasts.
