The next two days went by, not fast, not slow. I had to work like a dervish to get ready for the weekend. The last thing I wanted was to have homework on my mind. I communicated the same idea to the rest of the guys. The last thing we needed was our MILFs worrying they were fucking us out of a good education. I got enough done so that Monday could arrive without difficulty if the weekend proceeded as I hoped it would. If I had only known, what would I have done? I likely would not have been able to concentrate and would have gotten nothing done. Yes, sometimes ignorance is bliss. So I got to Friday in pretty good shape.
The only odd thing occurred when I was leaving the shower Friday morning, Tawny met me at the door pressed her hands against my bare chest and kissed me on the lips. Without another word, she pushed me out of the bathroom and closed the door in my face. I have to admit, I was paying so little attention to the pussies in my house, I had no clear idea of what was going on. But in retrospect, the agreement to let me come to them was likely wearing a bit thin since I was busy elsewhere, I was taking too long. I would get to them, I promised myself. I just wanted to give them my full attention and at the moment I had plenty to focus on. I had to figure out how to let them know I would not neglect them.
On Friday, I finished up about two and drove to the airport and parked. Being in a rush usually makes me jumpy. I like to ride a calm wave of a good plan and avoid the jitters of adrenaline. However, now, I felt the adrenaline and the thrill. I had a general idea of who I was meeting and what she looked like. I picked up the flimsy sign I had made with 'Melissa' on it and went into the terminal to wait for her plane to arrive. I was barely prepared for the woman in the flesh.
I spotted the woman in question striding down the walkway without knowing she was coming to meet me. She wore black, a flared black skirt that looked more like a European lamp shade and covered nothing. Her stockings glinted blackly on her lithe legs as she strutted towards me. Her high heels made her prance a little. I held a sign with her name on it, hoping but not really believing it was actually Alissa's sister. I wore a dark jacket over my blue jeans with the billed hat typical of a limo driver. I had no limo, Mom's car would have to do.
Melissa's short black jacket covered her shoulders but could not contain her breasts which waved before her like an approaching tsunami. The black blouse was fitted under her arms and was so thin it was almost not there. When the jacket balked, I could see her breasts clearly through her blouse, full, taut with tapered, pointed nipples showing clearly. She stopped before me, lips parted.
"Mrs. Arherns?" I said.
She shook her head. She tapped the sign I was holding. "Melissa." She said.
I looked at the sign, a mystified look on my face, hiding the thrill that this woman was 'the' woman, 'the sister'. "Oh shit!" I muttered. "Wrong sign. I am sorry, ma'am! I am supposed to be picking up Mrs. Arhens, or I thought so. Just a sec." I took off the cap I wore and wiped my forehead with my forearm. I picked up the clipboard I had my homework on and studied it as though I searched through a list, running a finger down the paper. "What is today? The nineteenth?"
"The eighteenth." Melissa said, her eyes changing to one of confused concern. "The sign is right. I am Melissa."
I looked at the clipboard. "The eighteenth? Oh right! You are Melissa Crawford? The one I am supposed to fuck till she screams?"
Melissa's look was priceless. I was sure we had met but not recently, not in a several years maybe during which I had grown taller, more muscular. I am sure I was changed and the chauffer's hat and sunglasses would have fooled my sisters into looking twice. I looked good! I chuckled, and held out a hand. "Luggage, Ms. Crawford?"
Melissa recovered and held up the bag in her hand. "I am good. This is enough." She said, her aplomb returned. "I checked nothing. And you are?"
"Just the driver, ma'am." I said. I offered to take her bag again and after a moment, she let it go and we headed for the car. I walked before her in silence. She followed and I could feel the nerves emanating from her like radiation and her eyes poking at me. I could almost hear my words echoing in her ears while she tried to convince herself she did not hear what she heard or at least, that I did not say what she heard. She appeared much younger, more innocent than her elder sister. At the car, I tossed her bag into the backseat and stood before her with my hand on her door.
"Miss, would it be all right if I kissed you right now?" I asked.
For a moment, she looked nonplussed. "Miss?" She responded, avoiding the question.
I shrugged. "Have it your way. Miss MILF, would you like to be kissed? Part of the service, no tip required, I assure you!"
"Who the fuck are you, anyway?" She said, putting her fists on her considerable hips.
I smiled my best 'I am so cute' smile. "Sonny Duncan, Ma'ma." I said.
Her face worked. "Sonny Duncan? That Sonny Duncan? Alissa told me about you. Last night she said you wrote The Pleasure Contracts on Amazon. That Sonny Duncan?"
I shook my head but said, "That's me." The lie was getting away from me.
She grinned. "I started reading them on my new Kindle. Pretty fucking awesome if you are a man! Pleasure contracts!" She snorted. "What woman would ever fuck whenever a man asked? Just because she signed a contract giving her body to him?"
