When I was in college, I dated this boy named Tyler. He was in my art history class. He was cute, fun, funny, and a great fuck. And he had this smoking hot stepmom, Christie.
Christie was five foot three, a few inches shorter than me. She had long blonde hair, straight and silky smooth, down to the middle of her back. She was fit (Tyler said she exercised a lot, though he said he wasn't sure what she didβyoga? Pilates? Running?). I think she was in her late 30s, but I never knew for sure. She had bright blue eyes, a really cute smile, and a fantastic rack and nice butt. I have to admit, from the day I first met her, I developed something of a crush on her.
Tyler's family lived close to campus, so we often would go over there to hang out. While his dad was never around (Tyler said he traveled a lot for work), his stepmom would sometimes be there; although she always happened to be conveniently "Just on my way out!" whenever Tyler and I would get there. I think she suspected we were fooling around and wanted to respect her stepson's privacy. Part of me appreciated that, but another, smaller part of me kind of wished she'd stick around, or maybe come home early one day and catch us. The thought of her walking in on Tyler eating me out, or me riding his cock, made our fuck sessions at the house a lot hotter. For me, at least.
Anyway, one day we were hanging out at his place. Christie hadn't been home when we got there, so we'd settled in on the couch to watch a movie. With a blanket over our laps, we each had a hand in each other's pants and were low key feeling each other up, when suddenly the door opened and Christie came into the room. She was wearing this really cute purple sundress that showed plenty of cleavage, and had her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. She looked super hot.
She stopped short when she saw us and gave me this weird look followed by a hesitant smile. "Oh!" she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys would be here." Something about her tone seemed off to me. My heart started racing in a way that had nothing to do with Tyler's fingers teasing my pussy. I swallowed as Tyler gave a small laugh. Christie and I just stared at each other. After a few seconds that felt more like minutes, she shrugged and said, "I'm gonna go upstairs. You kids have fun!"
She walked past us and up the stairs. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I turned to watch her go, and as she got to the top of the stairs she turned around and looked at me.
I swear, it felt like a thunderbolt hit me right in my chest. It wasn't like she looked at me with a particular expression. It was just this honest, open look that seemed to burn right into my soul and laid me totally bare to her. It was incredibly hot. I blinked, and she turned around and into her room.
I remembered to breathe again. I turned back to look at Tyler, but he hadn't noticed anything. He was completely focused on the movie. I tried to get back into the sprit of things (after all, I still had his dick in my hand), but I was too distracted trying to analyze Christie's expression. I had to know what it meant, why it hit me so hard. After a few minutes, I knew what I had to do.
I let go of my boyfriend's cock. "Hey, babe? I'm gonna go upstairs to the bathroom." He glanced at me and nodded, then pulled his hand out of my underwear and turned his attention to the movie. I stood, adjusted my shorts, and went upstairs.
From the top of the stairs, Tyler's room and the bathroom were on the right. Christie's room was on the left. Her door, I noticed, was halfway shut. With a quick glance downstairs to see if Tyler was watching (he wasn't), I turned left.
I stood outside Christie's door for a few minutes, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming rapidly. What exactly was I going to do? What was I going to say? I knew I was a little attracted to her; was the feeling I'd gotten from that last long look a sense of mutual attraction? If I was reading it right, it turned my desire level up to eleven. But what if I wasn't? If I went in there expecting...I had no idea what to expect; but I knew if she said anything other than that she was attracted to me, I'd absolutely die.
I took a deep breath and peeked into Christie's room. She was standing at the foot of her bed, her back to me. She was bent over like she was adjusting the bed covers or something, so I had a great view of her luscious ass stretching the fabric of her cute dress. She was humming softly to herself, and her ass swayed gently back and forth in time to her music. I stood there admiring the view for a moment as my mind filled with thoughts of running my hands over that amazing butt. Biting my lip, I quietly stepped into her room and pushed the door shut behind me.
Christie quickly straightened and turned at the sound of the door closing. When she saw it was me, she started to say something, then stopped herself. She smiled that strange smile again at me and took a half step in my direction, then stopped again. The silence stretched between us. I was sure she could read the naked desire in my eyes as I took in her amazing figure in that sexy dress. She'd taken her pony out and her hair cascaded down her back. I wanted to run my fingers through it as I took her in my arms and kissed her sexy mouth.
The silence between us was filled with possibility. Finally she broke it by saying "Hi there." She didn't say it in a particular way: not surprised, or nervous, or even like she was trying to come on to me. It was just a friendly greeting. I smiled back and breathed, "Hi."
"Are you guys still watching the movie?" Again, no subtext that I could pick up in her tone aside from mild curiosity. Then she continued, "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything. I finished my errands a bit early. I didn't even realize Tyler had brought you home."
I continued to stare at her, trying to read anything in her words or body language: an invitation to come closer, a warning to stay away, anything. She continued talking. "You know, I'm really glad you guys met each other. For his sake. I'm glad he's found someone he can spend time with, talk with, hang out with, and..." she trailed off with a significant look at her own bed. I was pretty sure I understood what
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