Anne Town paced small circles in the center of her suburban kitchen, twisting the long phone cord around her as she talked. Absently getting tangled up in the cord, she was totally focused on her conversation with her best friend Susan Lincoln.
"I can't believe that we haven't talked about this before" said Anne, "I mean we both have teenagers and I thought I was up on the teenage vernacular."
"Well I can't believe that you never heard the term 'MILF' before. I thought you were the sex expert" laughed Susan. "Bursts my bubble to think that I knew something that you didn't know."
The term MILF was new to Anne, as were the flood of fantasies that came with it. She knew young boys were horny. They had been horny when she was young and dating them. There wasn't any reason to think that they would be any different in 2005.
"Come on over. I've got some wine and the kids won't be home for several hours" invited Anne.
Hanging up the phone, Anne caught her reflection in the dining room mirror. At forty she was certainly heavier than she was as a teenager, but filled out in the right places in her opinion. Despite having children and some gray hairs, she could see why a horny young man would be interested in her. Yes, she supposed, she might be a MILF. She poured herself another glass of wine and lost herself in a flood of images and fantasies.
It wasn't long before a short rap at the back door announced Susan's arrival. Susan's maiden name was McConnell and she was a true Irish beauty. Her long curly red hair was pulled back loosely in a low pony tail. Her skin was pale and freckled. She glistened slightly from perspiration. Being summer, it was warm outside and the brisk walk to Anne's house made her break a light sweat and flushed her normally pale cheeks.
Susan's eyes widened as she stepped in to the kitchen. "Why Anne, I don't think that I have ever seen a more evil grin on your face."
"Oh my god Susan. Pour yourself a glass of wine, I'm on my third already."
"Lost in dirty thoughts are you?" chuckled Susan.
"God yes. I had never thought much about younger men." She caught herself. "Well, not since I was a younger woman. Ever since you brought it up, I've had these images of horny young men with raging hard dicks trying to seduce women our age, and just how much fun could we have with that? All of the things that frightened us as young women trying to preserve our virginity, would be a huge turn on now. Remember how horny the boys in high school and college were? Like I said, oh . . . my . . . god."
Anne's face flushed brighter than Susan's and her breathing was shallow and quick. She swirled the wine glass in her hand, as if forgetting that it was in her hand.
Susan watched Anne gulp her wine as poured herself a glass of wine. The housewives retreated to the living room. Ann sprawled on her thick leather couch. Susan picked the leather recliner across the coffee table from Anne. Twisting the side handle, Susan propped her feet.
"So," Susan asked expectantly, "do you have a story for me?" Anne and Susan became close friends over the years. They had told each other secrets that they hadn't even shared with their husbands. Some things not even husbands needed to know, like their sex experiments or conquests. Men just didn't handle that information well. As the women's friendship grew over the years, Anne became the storyteller, making up stories that had become more and more sexual in nature. This was not the women's first wine drinking and story telling afternoon.
But today was different observed Susan. Anne was charged and jumpy, like she had just grabbed an electric current. The energy jumped off of her.
"There was a time when we had a pair of 18 year old students stay at our house for a few days. They were in town to look at the college and were the sons of someone my husband does business with." Anne relaxed back in the comfortable couch. Gazing at the ceiling and lost in thought, she continued her story. "I hadn't thought much about it at the time, but it registered with me that I kept noticing bulges in their shorts and swim suits. They would talk me up a lot, like they were making up excuses to ask me things, but their eyes were always looking down my top. I'm sure now that they were getting their kicks trying to spot some nipples."
Anne wore a white halter top and a short khaki skirt. As she talked, her nipples hardened and poked through the thin material of her top. Susan wondered if it was the air conditioning or the fantasies running through Anne's mind that were making her nip out.
Anne continued. "Although I never saw either one of the boys naked, I did see them in shorts, swimming suits, wrapped in towels and so forth. Ever since you brought up this MILF thing, I have been kicking myself over the opportunity lost."
