When Geoff came home late and drunk one night after a party at a friend's fraternity at the state college downtown, he forgot Kim Johnson was sleeping in his room and he had been assigned the couch on his parent's office bedroom. He didn't even remember when he went in and passed out on the left side of the bed.
Kim was his dad's high school sweetheart, which made her about 54 years old. She had known his Mom too, who had always had a crush on his Dad, but they never got together until college after Kim had gone away to another state. Needless to say, his mom was less than thrilled to know his dad had run into her again on a business trip to Louisiana. She was even less thrilled when his dad told her she was coming back to visit old friends and since her parents had flown south to die in Florida, she'd be staying with us.
In fact, if the dinner his mother prepared for her arrival hadn't gone over so well, with Kim complimenting my mother on the wonderful dinner, and on how she had managed to not change a bit, Geoff would have most likely been vying with his dad for the office pullout. It also didn't hurt that Kim's thick, blonde hair was now wiry and a duller (closer to gray) shade of blonde, and that she was about 15 lbs. overweight. Or that her slight horse-facedness in high school had become more pronounced.
Geoff woke up when the gray dawn came through the window and rolled over and there she was, his father's high school girlfriend, lying facing him, asleep, their legs touching. An alarm clock went off inside his head and his eyes shot wide open, but he did not move to avoid waking her. Maybe she had yet to wake up and notice him there.
But how could she not have?
It was then that he noticed her satin pajama top opened one button too many and he could see down her shirt, giving him a good look at her bare, left breast.
It was not notably big, or even well-shaped, it even sagged a little bit, but Geoff was captivated by it. He had never seen anything like it in a porno magazine or on a girl his age. He lay there staring at it until he again realized where he was and panicked.
He slid out of the bed as carefully as possible and tip-toed to the door still drunk from the night before. Behind him, he heard her shift and he opened the door quickly and went out, shutting it quickly, but carefully.
From there he went into the office bedroom and tried to go back to sleep. It was still early. His parents had not gotten up for work yet, so they had not noticed his absence from the couch. He closed his eyes and pulled a blanket over him, not bothering to pull the bed out. He closed his eyes, but when he did, all he could imagine was Kim's bare breast. He opened his eyes again and realized he couldn't sleep, so he undid his pants under the cover and reached down and jerked himself off.
He imagined that he had stayed in the room and had touched the breast as he had been compelled to do. He imagined she woke up smiling, telling him how much he looked like his dad when his dad was his age. For some reason that made it more real to him. He finally came imagining himself cumming on her bare breasts and face, and from there he was able to go to sleep, despite the huge wet spot in his underwear.
He woke up somewhere around noon, wondering what to do. He lay on the couch for a hal an hour until he finally decided to pretend it never happened.
He buckled his pants and went downstairs to make breakfast. His parents were at work and she was probably out eating lunch with old friends by now anyway. He had made coffee and he was getting a box of cereal from the pantry, when he heard the kitchen door swing open behind him.
"Good morning," said a bright, yet throaty voice behind him. "It's my cuddle buddy."
Geoff turned around and immediately his face went red. She laughed.
"I- uh, I'm sorry about that, I was kind of-"
"Drunk?"
"Yeah."
"It's okay, I was in college once too. Besides, it is your room."
"Cool," Geoff said, somewhat relieved.
"Can I have some of that coffee?"
"Sure, help yourself."
He finished making the cereal and went over to the kitchen table and sat down. He watched her pour the coffee into her mug and she came over to the table and joined him. He had kind of hoped she wouldn't have, him still being a little embarrassed and all, but she did so he tried to make conversation.
"A purist, huh?"
"What?" she said, sitting down.
She leaned her chin on her fist and looked directly at him. She was wearing make-up now and dressed to go out for the day. She was wearing a beige top, low-cut with black stripes and a long, black skirt. She was not very attractive, but there was something in the way that she carried herself that made him knew she could be if she wanted to.
"Your coffee. You take it black."
"Mmm-hmm."
There was an awkward pause. Her confidence in that silence served to make him more uncomfortable.
"I thought you'd be out and about by now," he said finally.
"I like to sleep late on vacation."
He laughed nervously.
"Me, too," he said. "I mean, well I guess I do all the time."
"You're nervous."
"A little."
"Why?"
"I'm uh, still a little embarrassed."
"Don't be."
