Summertime was over and I was in the middle of my first semester at Parkston Junior College. Carrying a full load didn't give me much time to make the trip back and forth from Auntie Em's so with Mom's and my auntie's financial assistance, I was able to rent a small studio apartment just a couple of blocks from the college. Made for some lonesome nights.
I made it through the first couple of months okay, I guess. But I was getting lonesome for some home cooking. Not to mention horny. I was grateful for the brief respite. Gave my body a chance to recuperate; get them sperm cells to multiplying again like they should.
Toward the end of that second month away from home, my horniness was getting the best of me, so after my last class that Friday afternoon, I packed a small bag, hopped in the Camry and hot footed it to Auntie Em's house; unannounced.
I pulled into the driveway and parked beside that beat up old Rambler the Preacher and his wife drove. Why they didn't buy a newer car was beyond me. With what the church paid him, I'm certain they could afford one. Then it dawned on me. They were putting out a lot of money to keep their daughter, Marie, in pre-med school.
I walked in the door, dropped my bag on the floor beside me and called out. "Mom. Auntie Em. Where is everybody?"
The preacher's wife came out of the kitchen wearing one of Auntie Em's aprons over a plain blue dress with a wooden spoon in one hand and the finger of her other hand pressed against her lips.
"Shhhhh," she cautioned me. "They just got to sleep."
"Is there anything wrong?" I queried.
"Your mother and your aunt are both down with the flu," she informed me. "Got it bad, too."
"Why didn't someone call me?" I asked.
"Both of them came down with it early yesterday afternoon. Your aunt called me first thing this morning. They didn't want to bother you and make your grades suffer from the distraction." "When can I talk to them?" I asked.
"I'm making some soup as we speak. I'll be feeding them as soon as it's ready. Why don't you come in the kitchen with me so I can talk and cook at the same time?"
I watched Mrs. Willis turn and walk towards the kitchen. Her thick thighs and heavy butt made my heart pound with excitement.
Now, don't get me wrong, Sister Willis was not fat by any stretch of the imagination. As a matter of fact, her stomach was as flat as a board. She was, let's say, stout. Five foot five. Or six if she stretched it a bit. Hair color was nearly the same as Auntie Em's, but much shorter.
Not an overly thick torso, but bigger than most. Her tits were of average size. They sure did look firm. Made me want to hold them and find out just how firm they really were.
She was a strong looking woman whose muscular body made her look overweight, but she wasn't. I had heard Mom tell Dad some time ago that she'd seen Mrs. Willis weighing herself on the scales in the ladies bathroom at church several times and had never seen the scales go above a hundred and forty pounds.
The preacher's wife was a different breed of fox. And, since Mom and Auntie Em were temporarily out of commission, I decided it was time to go fox hunting!
I followed Mrs. Willis into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help, Sister Willis?" I asked.
She smiled. "Please. Call me Leanne. Sister Willis sounds so impersonal. You can sit down and keep me company if you'd like."
I sat at the table, watching those tits of hers bounce around inside her blouse while she stirred the soup rather vigorously. When she bent over to get something out of the refrigerator or from one of the cabinets below the sink area, her dress would ride up her bare leg to about mid thigh.
Her hips would run out of room, causing her dress to cling tightly to her ass. This, in return, produced some very visible panty lines that ran along the bottoms of her hips. It was sexy. Real sexy.
For some unexplained reason, I wanted that woman. She wasn't nearly as good looking as Linda, Mom or Auntie Em, but she wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination. Plain would probably be a better descriptive word. Hot also came to mind. As in hot as hell. I had to start somewhere if I was to achieve my goal.
I nervously cleared my throat. "Uh, uhm," I began. Suddenly, my throat went dry. I couldn't utter one single word.
Leanne turned around, looked at me and smiled. "Yes?" she said.
"Uhm......about the other day," I began.
Leanne's breasts shook wildly back and forth inside her dress when she tossed her head back in an effort to try and move an errant strand of hair out of her face. If I wasn't sure before, I was now. The preacher's wife wasn't wearing a bra.
"What about the other day?" she asked.
"You know," I stammered. "In the car."
She just stood there, looking at me without saying a word. Had an ornery looking smile on her face as she scratched her left boob. I didn't think it was humanly possible for my cock to get any harder than it already was. It did, though.
I cleared my throat again. "I hope I didn't offend you by what I did on the way home."
"What was it you did?" she asked with a sinful little gleam in her eyes, as she tried to act like the innocent person I knew she wasn't.
"You know...when I put my hand on your leg."
Mrs. Willis took a deep breath, shoving those medium sized titties of hers against the front of her dress, her nipples making tiny little tents in the material.
