Two months into freshmen year, I felt like I was made for college life. The dining hall food no longer made me sick just thinking about it. I was now accustomed to a steady diet of Ramen noodles and beer. My tolerance for alcohol seemed to skyrocket in that short amount of time. Drinking several nights a week will do that to you, but I guess that's why they say practice makes perfect.
I had met a girl, Melissa, my second week of school. She was a nice girl, but a prude in the bedroom. We weren't technically going out, but somehow we ended up making out pretty consistently. It would usually involve a drunken phone call telling her to meet in my dorm room, and then we would end up kissing for a while.
But that's as far as it usually went. Every so often I would gently put my hand on her tits, only to have her brush my hand away. I was getting pretty sexually frustrated to say the least. After that first move-in day with my roommate's mom almost two months ago, I did not have sex since.
I would still jerk off in the shower thinking about my time with Mrs. Peterson. You could tell she had the experience that all these college girls around me were lacking. She knew exactly what she wanted and how she liked it.
Luckily I would be able to see her again because Parent's Weekend was coming up. The one thing she did ask of me was to make sure I was around that weekend.
On the Wednesday before Parent's Weekend I was sitting around my dorm room talking to my roommate Mike.
He asked me, "Your mom and dad coming up for the weekend?"
"I doubt it. I told them not to bother since I'd be home in a couple weeks. What about you, is your mom coming up?" I tried not to sound too excited when I asked.
"Actually, no. She said something about a problem at the hair salon where she works. I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention."
My heart just dropped. Here I was waiting for months for her to come back to visit again and she wasn't coming.
Without wanting to sound too disappointed I replied, "Good, if no parents are coming I guess that means we don't have to clean up this shit hole of a room."
Friday night I went to an on campus party with a couple friends. I was pretty wasted by midnight so I figured I would give Melissa a call to see what she was up to. She wasn't picking up her phone. With my luck she was probably getting gangbanged by a bunch of football players. But I could care less.
On Saturday morning around 10 am, my cell phone rang. I was still in bed sleeping and had no plan to wake up before noon. When I awoken I was extremely hung over from the night before, and my head was pounding. I remember thinking, "If this is Melissa calling this early in the morning I am never going to talk to her ever again."
With Mike still sleeping, I picked up my cell and walked into the hallway so I wouldn't disturb him. I didn't recognize the number on the caller id but I figured I better pick up the call anyway.
"Um, hello"
"Hey sexy, you know who this is?"
My heart dropped. I knew exactly who it was. The slight Midwestern accent in her voice was pretty distinguishable living in the Northeast. It was without a doubt Mrs. Peterson. But why was she calling me?
"Jared, throw on a pair of pants. Come downstairs and out the back entrance to the dorm. I got a present for you. But don't wake Mike."
And then all I could hear was a dial tone. I was so hungover that I couldn't begin to comprehend exactly why she wanted me to come downstairs. But I figured I should do it. My birthday actually was in 2 weeks, so receiving a present would make logical sense.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, popped a couple Advil in my mouth, and walked out of my room. When I got downstairs to the back door, I expected to be looking for a currier holding a box or an envelope. But all I could see out the window was a black 2004 BMW 5-Series. Not exactly the type of car a delivery man would be driving.
As I was adjusting my eyes to the sunlight, the front driver's window of the BMW rolled down. There she was, Mrs. Peterson. I couldn't believe my eyes. Not only did she lie to her own son about visiting, but she snuck behind his back just to see me.
I got into the passenger's seat of the car. As I sat down, she reached her hand over to my head, pulled me closer to her, and kissed me full on the lips. She gently brushed the back of her hand up and down my face.
"I've missed you," she whispered into my ear.
She was wearing a blue button-down sweater with the top two buttons loose. It was enough to show plenty of cleavage on her C-cup tits. No bra was visible, which got me excited to think that she might not be wearing one. She had on a very short, very sheer tan skirt that was tight enough that it seemed to mold to her body. Starting from her feet, my eyes followed her long tanned legs all they way up to her toned thighs.
"So what are you doing here Mrs. Peterson? I thought you weren't coming."
"Well I told you to make sure you were around this weekend, and Mike says you are a great roommate. So I had to come pay you a visit."
"What about visiting Mike?"
"Oh I'll see him soon enough, but for now I wanted to visit you."
Mrs. Peterson then put the car into drive and we were off. Most of the car ride she was asking me about my sex life. I told her about Melissa and how she was such a prude. She had admitted too that last time she had sex was 2 months ago with me.
