A Good Day

A GOOD DAY - PART 1

CHAPTER 1

Josh called his dad and I one evening. He wanted to ask us something. We put him on speakerphone so we both could talk. He was a junior at Cal Tech. He said, "As you know summer break is coming up. I know this is huge, but it's really important. My roommate Justin has nowhere to go and I was wondering if he could come stay with us while we're out of school. Anyway, I didn't tell him I was going to ask. I didn't want to get his hopes up and then you guys say no. Which I understand if you do. But Justin's a really nice guy and he and I have gotten pretty close here at school. If you guys want to talk it over and let me know that would be awesome."

I won't go into detail of why he had nowhere to go but Josh explained it to us and we agreed to let him stay with us for the 6 weeks they would be out of school.

We chatted a little more then ended the call.

CHAPTER 2

My name is Roberta Hogsett. People call me Billie. My husband is Harvey. Some of his friends call him Hog and I hate it. I am 40 and Harvey is 41. Our son Josh is 20 and a junior at Cal Tech. We live in Georgia. I work 8 to 4 at the county treasurer's office. Harvey fairly recently got transferred at work and it is a long way from where we live. So he leaves at 6:00 AM and doesn't get home until 6:00 PM.

Josh and his friend Justin arrived the first Saturday in June. They flew in and we picked them up at the airport. After introductions were made we had lunch at the Sizzler then went home. Justin was indeed a very nice young man. He was courteous, mannerly, kind, helpful, and respectful. He called us sir and ma'am, which we quickly put a stop to. We agreed on Mr. and Mrs. H. I told him I didn't like the name Hogsett. "I'm not sure what you call a group of hogs but I know it's not a set. Harvey's friends call him Hog and I hate it. And the kids used to call Josh Piglet."

Josh helped get Justin settled in the guest bedroom and we all caught up with what was going on in our lives over the rest of the weekend.

CHAPTER 3

Monday morning Harvey and I had to go back to work. We get up at 5 AM. He has to leave at 6 and I get up to make him breakfast. I don't leave until 7:30. I was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee when Justin came down right after Harvey left. "Good morning, Mrs. H." I offered him a cup of coffee and he accepted but turned down my offer to make him breakfast.

I was still in my robe and pajamas. I apologized for the way I looked and he said, "I think you look fine. Quite beautiful in fact."

"Yeah. Right." My hair was a mess. I brush it very quickly just to get the tangles out when I get up. No make-up applied yet. And my pajamas were flannel pants and shirt. My robe was also flannel and quite worn. No way I looked good, much less beautiful. "But thanks anyway. You're sweet."

He did accept a bowl of cereal. We talked while he ate. He thanked me again for letting him stay here. He explained that his parents had been killed in an accident caused by a drunk driver. He was putting himself through school with the insurance money. The only other family was an uncle, his dad's brother Charlie, who is an alcoholic, and they didn't really get along all that well. And he didn't really want to spend 6 weeks with them. He said, "I've seen enough of what alcohol and drugs can do so I vowed to never use them."

"Good for you. And I'm really sorry about your parents." We talked about his studies and his plans for the future. I was quite impressed with this young man's decisions and determination. I went and got ready for work and Justin said, "You look really pretty Mrs. H." I dress nicely for work. Usually a skirt and blouse. Or maybe slacks. Nothing fancy but I meet the public so I try to look presentable. Josh came down just before I left and we talked for a few minutes then I left.

CHAPTER 4

I got home from work about 4:15. Josh had gone out to see some of his old friends. Justin was there alone, watching TV. He said Josh invited him along but he told him this should be his time with his friends. To catch up and reminisce. Maybe he would go and meet them another time. I showered and changed out of my work clothes. I put on a pair of jeans and a tank top. No shoes.

I came out of my bedroom and said, "There. Much better. Much more comfortable."

"You do look more comfortable. And still quite ravishing, I might add."

"Why, thank you. But you're full of baloney. I'm going to relax for a few minutes then get supper started. I'll be in the kitchen. Just holler if you need anything."

"May I join you? I'll be happy to help with supper. Whatever you need."

"Thanks. But you don't have to."

"No. I want to. It's the least I can do. And I actually enjoy cooking. I'm trying to learn anyway."

"Well, in that case, sure. If you want to. But I'm going to rest a little bit first. It's a little while before Harvey gets home."

"May I sit with you and chat? Or do you want to have some alone time?"

"No. Please. Join me." We sat in the living room and had a glass of iced tea and talked. He told me what a great son we had. He said Josh was the best friend he ever had. That he helped him at school and he also helped him dealing with the loss of his parents. "Thanks. That's kind of you to say. We are proud of Josh. He's a good kid."

I got up to go get supper started and Justin asked what he could do to help. I told him I was making spaghetti and salads tonight. Nothing fancy. Just store bought sauce. He made salads while I put water on to boil the spaghetti. While I put the sauce in a pan to heat up and got some meatballs out to add to it he put some bread in the oven to heat up for garlic bread. We both worked at setting the table and getting glasses ready for drinks. And of course we continued talking about this, that, and the other the whole time.

Harvey came in right at 6:00 PM as usual. Josh was right behind. We all sat down and had our meal and talked about our day. Josh said it was great seeing his old buddies. He told Justin that they all said he should have come along. He said, "Thanks. Maybe next time I will, but I just felt like I would have been intruding on you guys reunion."

"No, not at all. They all said they want to meet you."

Harvey said his new position at work is good. He thought he was going to like it. The worst part was the long drive. "Maybe we should look at moving a little closer."

I said, "It's certainly something we can discuss. I'm sure I could find work at another office or something wherever we go."

Harvey retired to the den with a whiskey after supper. Josh went to his room. I started clearing the table and Justin helped. I told him he didn't have to and he said, "I don't expect you to serve me. I'm going to do my share. No argument." He washed dishes and I put the leftover sauce and meatballs in bowls and put them in the fridge. Then I wiped the table and started drying the dishes. When we were done washing and drying he handed them to me and I put them in the cabinet. Then we sat down to have another glass of tea. Then he went to see if Josh wanted to play a video game.

I sat there thinking what a nice young man he was. So thoughtful and helpful. He will be a good influence on Josh. I went to join Harvey. He was asleep in his chair. So I went to watch TV until bedtime.

CHAPTER 5

Things continued this way over the next week. Sometimes Justin and Josh went out together, sometimes Justin stayed home. But even when he went out he made sure to be there in time to help with meals and cleanup after. And he did his own laundry. And offered to do ours along with his. I never let him, except for a time or two that I needed something in particular for the next day maybe. I was liking this kid more and more. We had gotten to know each other pretty well and were forming some kind of a bond.

One morning after Harvey had left I was standing at the sink washing his breakfast dishes. Justin came into the kitchen and said, "Good morning, Mrs. H. You're looking quite lovely this morning. Are those new pajamas you're wearing?"

"Thank you Justin. And, actually, they are new. I switched to cooler ones now that it's getting hotter." I had switched out my flannels for summer wear as it was starting to get hot. My new ones were short baby blue pants and top of a lightweight cotton material. My robe was thinner and shorter. It came down to about mid thigh. Nothing sexy about them. Just plain old PJ's.

"Well you look really good in them. And I must say, your legs look great. I've noticed them when you wear dresses but those pajamas show them off a lot better."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. So I didn't. We each got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I thought I saw Justin glancing at my legs a few times, and at my breasts. I thought maybe I should get dressed before coming down from now on. Not that my pajamas were all that revealing or anything, but I guess he is a young man after all. But it also boosted my ego to think that a young boy in his 20's would want to look at me. I mean, I think I'm attractive, but I am 40 years old. I try to take care of myself, eat right, exercise, and all that stuff. I think I still have a decent figure. I'm proud of my breasts, and my butt. Maybe a few pounds overweight, but nothing major. And I know I have good legs, and a decent enough figure. I see men look at me. Checking me out. And I like it.

The next morning it didn't even occur to me to get dressed. I just did my regular routine. Run a brush through my hair, throw on my robe, and go downstairs to fix breakfast for Harvey. I was again at the sink washing dishes when Justin came down. He said good morning and came up behind me and reached up in the cabinet to get a coffee cup. He pressed up against me to accomplish this. "Sorry," he said, "I just need to get a cup." I felt his body pressed against mine and was paralyzed for a second. I thought I felt his penis pressing into my backside. Thankfully it only lasted a few seconds and he stepped away.

He smiled when I looked at him. He had not dressed this morning either. Some mornings he did, others he still had his pajamas on. This was a pajama morning. Which consisted of short pants and a t-shirt. I figured what he had done, pressing against me, was nothing more than him reaching for a cup. I was reading too much into it. So I let it go.

I got dressed for work and came down to leave. I had put on a red skirt that came to about 4 inches above my knees. I wore a white short-sleeved blouse. And pantyhose and black shoes.

When I came into the kitchen Justin whistled and said, "Wow Mrs. H. You look hot."

"Hush. I know I don't. But it's kind of you to say so."

"Oh, yes, you do. Red looks good on you. Did you do something different with your hair? It looks different. I like it."

"Yeah, I trimmed it a little and added a little color. Thanks for noticing."

I left and thought about what Justin had said and done this morning. Was he hitting on me? Was I reading something into it that wasn't there? Was it all in my head? It sure seemed like he was paying me more attention than usual. And, God help me, I liked it. It felt good to feel desired. Harvey didn't show me much affection anymore. I know he's tired after commuting and working all day. I understand that. And I accept it. And our sex life had dwindled down to once or twice a month. So it felt good to be told I looked good, and that I looked hot. That didn't mean anything was going to happen.

CHAPTER 6

It seemed like more and more Justin found a way to rub up against me. And more and more he said things like, "You look great. You smell good. You've got a terrific figure. You've got great legs." I brushed it off as overactive hormones. And to the fact that he just turned 21. We had a birthday party for him. But, the truth is, I liked the attention. I told myself it was harmless. It made him feel good to flirt with me and it made me feel good to be the center of his attention. So I let him flirt, and press against me, and compliment me. It wasn't hurting anyone.

One Saturday Harvey was out with his friend Matt. They were playing golf at the country club. He was usually gone all day when they got together. Josh was out with his girlfriend. They had remained boyfriend/girlfriend even while he was away at college. I was doing housework. Justin had been in his room studying. I was vacuuming the living room rug and didn't hear anyone come in. Then hands went over my eyes from behind. "Guess whooo."

I shut off the vacuum. "Well, I know it's not my husband. He'll be gone all day golfing. And I know it's not my son. He's out with his girlfriend. I don 't want to speculate as to what he's doing." As I was saying this I felt his body pressing against my back, and I'm pretty sure I felt his penis against my butt. "So, it's either my house guest or a burglar."

"Good guess." He removed his hands from my eyes and I turned around. "Wow," he said, "You even look sexy when doing housework. How do you do it?"

"I guess I'm just a natural born beauty queen." I struck a pose with my hip cocked to the side and one hand on my hip and the other on the side of my head.

"That you are. Do you always get all dolled up to do housework?"

"This is hardly all dolled up." I was wearing a pair of cut off jeans shorts and a tank top. I had my hair in a ponytail.

"Well, you sure look sexy as hell. Can I help you? What else do you need to do?"

I knew he was serious, that he really would help. So I said, "Well, it would be really helpful if you would clean the bathroom upstairs. Would you mind? I know that's a crappy job, but I probably won't get to it today unless you help out. I hate to ask."

"No problem. I'd be happy to do it. Just show me where the cleaning stuff is." I showed him where everything was and he went up to clean. With his help the housework was finished in record time. So we sat down to take a break and have a cool drink. Then I went to take a shower. He said he was going to do the same thing, that he had worked up a sweat.

I showered and slipped on a sundress over my underwear. Quick and easy. And it was cooler. Lightweight, and hung to about mid thigh. Justin came back down in a pair of swimming trunks. He said he thought he might lay out in the sun and get a little color after being cooped up all winter. His trunks were pretty tight and I caught myself checking out his bulge when he was getting a towel to lay on. And it looked pretty substantial. I chastised myself for doing that.

About an hour later Justin came in and said he was dying of thirst. I told him to help himself. He got a glass of iced tea and went to sit on the sofa. I got one also and went in to join him. I set my glass on the coffee table and went back to get a packet of sweetener. When I went to sit down he scooted over and pulled me down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me in place. I squirmed and tried to get away. He laughed and said, "Got you now. There's no escaping." He tickled me and I laughed then wriggled out of his grasp. I sat back down on the sofa a few feet over from him.

"What was that all about?"

"Just playing. That's all."

We talked and joked a little bit. I went to the bathroom. When I came back I sat down and laid my head back on the sofa. "I didn't realize how tired I am until just now. That cleaning wiped me out. Thanks for your help. I'd still be at it without you."

"You're welcome. Glad to help."

I closed my eyes and just relaxed. I almost dozed off, but not quite. I sensed Justin scooting over closer to me. Or was I asleep and dreaming? I felt a hand stroking my hair. I thought I sensed a face near mine. It felt like someone was nuzzling their nose in my hair. Was Harvey home? Was this a dream? If it is, it feels good. In my dream state I felt lips brush my cheek and I smiled. The lips were near my ear now. I felt a hand push my hair back and a tongue lightly touch my ear. I thought, "This is the best dream I've had for a while." I felt an arm go around my shoulders and pull my body against another body. I felt the lips against my cheek, then my forehead.

Then they kissed my nose. They were very lightly and gently touching my lips. Then it felt like a tongue was licking my lips. Just ever so gently. Then they were gone. A hand was lightly stroking my cheek and I could feel breath against my face. The hand slid down to my neck and gently caressed it. Then it felt like fingertips very lightly sliding down my chest. They stopped at the bodice of my sundress. Then softly caressed the skin just above the bodice. The lips touched mine again. Briefly. Then the fingertips were on my breast. Softly and tenderly rubbing. I remember this. This is a dream about when Harvey and I were first dating. He was so tender and gentle in our lovemaking. And I loved it. I felt my breast being cupped in his hand and softly squeezed. I think I moaned in my sleep.

Then the hand was gone. But not for long. When it returned it was on my knee. The lips were now kissing my neck. The hand on my knee slid upwards. To the top of my thigh. It slowly moved from my knee to the hem of my sundress. Over and over. It slid to the inside of my thigh and softly caressed the tender skin there. I suddenly realized that I had been asleep. But I was not dreaming. There was a hand on my inner thigh. And it wasn't Harvey. But it was like I was frozen. I couldn't move. I realized who it was that was kissing me, and fondling me. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do. I knew what I should do. But, God help me, I didn't want to do it. What was happening to me felt good. I wanted it to continue. But how far? It was just a little caressing. A little kissing. And I was sure that once he copped a little feel he would stop. Plus, I would stop it before it went too far. So I pretended I was still asleep.

Justin's hand on my inner thigh felt good and I wondered how far he would try to go. He got his hand just a little ways under the hem of my dress and I kind of jumped. He quickly withdrew it. It was an involuntary jump and I was kind of disappointed he stopped. Not that I would have let him get his hand all the way to my crotch, but it was fun anticipating it. There was nothing for a minute. Then he kissed me again. Softly. And ran his tongue around my lips, which parted slightly, but he did not stick his tongue in. Then his hand was on my breast again. Gently squeezing. Then his fingers were running along the upper edge of my bodice. Then dipping inside slightly. Then his lips were kissing the skin where his fingers had been. I felt the shoulder strap on my right side slide down.

Then the one on the left. Was he really trying to get the top of my dress down? He continued to kiss and run his tongue over the skin above the top of my dress. Then, sure enough, I felt his hand pulling the bodice of my sundress down over my breasts. It was a loose fitting dress so it was pretty easy to do that. Maybe this is where I should wake up and stop it. But nothing had really happened yet. I wasn't even exposed. I still had all my clothes on. Just the top of my dress was pulled down, but my breasts were still hidden by my bra. I almost hadn't put one on, but my breasts are big enough that they flop around a little without one, so I put one on. My dress was below my breasts now and Justin seemed to have stopped.

I opened my eyes just enough to see what he was doing. He was just staring at my exposed upper chest. But not for long. His hands, both of them now, came to my breasts. Carefully, softly, gently squeezing. He once again kissed my lips, then my neck, then the upper swells of my breasts that were exposed above the bra cups. I was kind of glad I had chosen this particular bra as it didn't completely enclose my breasts, but left some bare skin exposed at the top. And also wouldn't be seen above the bodice of the somewhat low cut sundress. Once again I thought I should stop this now. But once again my body responding to his manipulations won out over intellect and I told myself, "Just a little while longer. Then I'll stop it."