Leaving was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Personally I would have preferred to just stay home, wishing the summer would never end. But inevitably it did. My friends were all leaving for their first year of college, and that's exactly where I was heading too. There would be no point in sticking around town while everyone else was moving on with their life.
Being at home was just so easy, so comfortable. Who knew if I would even like college? Back in New York I had tons of friends I had known basically my entire life. We could all read each other like a book, knowing exactly what the other person was thinking. But now that's all over. Everyone is going their separate ways.
Looking back, I guess I was scared more than anything else. I had just turned 18 that July, so all of a sudden I felt like an adult. Considering that I was planning on studying business at a school in Boston didn't ease the tension since I would not be close to home. In my heart I knew it was time to move on to bigger and better things.
By the end of August it was time to load up my Jeep to drive 4 hours to Boston. My parents were away on a cruise of the Caribbean so I was planning on moving in all my stuff alone. It was probably better that way since my dad could get embarrassing at times.
The drive seemed to take forever because of my nerves. The anticipation was building up inside. By noon on that Saturday I had finally made it to school. I drove through the front gates and was amazed by the number of people on campus. As I found a parking space I noticed tons of girls wearing their short khaki shorts and tank tops. Maybe college wasn't going to be that bad after all.
I wouldn't call myself a ladies man, or anything close to that. I never really had anyone I would call a serious girlfriend, although I did have sex with a girl for my first time during my senior year of high school. But that was my one and only time. I was hoping college would somehow change all of that.
After I parked I went inside the dorm to find my room, number 423. Cinderblock walls, two beds, two desks, two dressers - just how I imaged it. My roommate's name was Mike Peterson. We never met but I did get a chance to talk to him briefly on the phone to talk about who was bringing what to the room.
About halfway through making my bed I heard a knock on the door. "Must be Mike," I thought. I yelled out to tell him to come in. Instead of Mike standing in the doorway, there was an older woman with a smile on her face. We both kind of stared at each other, the confusion on my part was overwhelming.
She finally broke the silence by saying, "You must be Mike's roommate Jared. I'm Mike's mom."
"Oh great, I was concerned Mike wasn't coming today since its getting pretty late."
"Actually his flight out of Chicago from his dad's house got delayed by a couple hours, so he probably won't get here until at least 8 PM tonight. But I guess I'm supposed to be the mom and put his stuff away for him. Been doing it for the last 18 years, so what's one more time."
Since I was for the most part done unloading my car I offered to help her unload Mike's stuff, which she gladly accepted. We mostly made small talk for most of the trips up and down the stairs. When Mrs. Peterson asked if I had a girlfriend she seemed surprised by my response of no.
"Oh so I guess you're just playing the field," she said while winking at me.
"Um yeah, something like that"
She went on to tell me about how her "bastard ex-husband" left her two years ago and she has been single since. It was my turn to be surprised. Even though she was an older woman of probably 45 years, she still was pretty attractive with an even more attractive body.
She had dark wavy hair that flowed into her pretty face, with big pouty lips. On top she wore a red cotton top, pretty tight fitting and low enough to show a little cleavage. Her breasts were relatively perky for a woman her age, easily C cups. On bottom she had on a pair of black jean shorts, which showed off her tanned, toned legs pretty nicely.
Overall, I would say she was pretty good looking, but who was I to comment on my new roommate's mom. Although, I do admit I was taking a couple peeks at her when she was putting some of Mike's things away. At one point she even bent over right in front of me far enough that I could see her breasts in plain view cradled in a lacey black bra.
Mike's mom was pretty quick at getting the majority of her son's things put away. Years of experience I guess. All that was left were some posters sitting on Mike's bed that she wanted to hang before he arrived.
"I am always so bad at hanging things on the wall so they are straight. Do you mind give me a hand?" she asked me.
As I was accepting, she took off her shoes and stood on Mike's bed, grabbing a poster. She attempted to position the picture on the wall, but frustration came over her face. As she was trying to adjust it, she was bending over slightly so that her rock hard ass was sticking up in the air. I could see the very bottom of her round butt as her shorts started to ride up her legs. My mind started to go wild, but I wanted to play it cool so that she didn't expect that I was staring at her.
"This is just not working out. I really need your help to get this aligned right. Does this look straight to you?"
I replied, "It's hard to tell. I don't really have the best view from down here." Well the truth is I did have a great view, just not of the poster.
"Well then get up here on the bed. I really want you to look at this."
I jumped on the bed faster than I have ever moved before. She had asked if I could hold the poster while she took a look at it. I now realized I was in the same position she was standing in before while holding the picture.
"No, that's just not straight still. Let me adjust it."
While she was talking, she stood behind me on the bed and reached around my arm to the poster. Realizing she wasn't close enough to reach, she moved in closer to me. As she did all of a sudden I felt her large breasts pressed against my back. I tried not to flinch since I did not want her to get the idea that she should move away.
"See now that's perfect. We make a great team."
