This chapter picks up right where the first left off. For those of you who missed it, the first chapter is in the "first time" section. Originally I had not planned to split this story into chapters, but that first section was clearly a separate story unto itself. This chapter likewise tells a story that falls more properly into this category. I hope you like it.
It was a five-hour drive home from the campus. I had plenty of time to think on that drive. It would be the first time I had been home since I left for college.
My parents had driven up to visit me twice during the summer, most memorably over the Fourth of July weekend. Mom was relieved to meet some of my "girlfriends"—at least at first. Then she was concerned because there were so many of them, and with every one of the girls she met, we were "just friends." Oddly enough, at that time I really didn't have any close friends who were guys.
That seemed more of a concern for my father. He had a lot of buddies from his college days that he still kept in touch with. I understood that it was through his "network" of college friends that he had advanced his career. But it was my dad who figured out that I was actually having sex with most of these college cuties and that completely changed his outlook.
I'm still not sure how he discovered what was really going on, but I did overhear him explaining it to my mom.
"Dianne, you need to stop worrying about Greg. Our son is doing just fine without us," he said softly.
"Oh, honey," she replied, wringing her hands, "It's great that he has all these female friends, but he's not dating any of them!"
"That may be true, but he's clearly keeping every one of them satisfied," he countered. "Just look at the way those girls all cling onto him and look at him when they think no one is watching."
"What?!?" my mother exclaimed.
"Shh!" Dad cautioned her.
My mother would never look at me the same way after that weekend.
After reflecting on that, my thoughts turned to Melissa. It shook me to realize that I hadn't really thought about her at all the past few weeks. Weirdly, I felt guilty about it. It was as if I was cheating on her with all those other women, even though she and I had never dated. When I figured out that was what I had been thinking, I had to snort in derision.
Most of the women I had been having sex with were on their way home to spend quality time with their boyfriends and their families. It was tough for me emotionally, even though I understood it intellectually. I had been lucky enough to enjoy more sex with more amazing women than any guy had a right to. Still, I had feelings for every one of them. I knew some of them would likely break off our relationship once they returned, if their boyfriends made a more serious commitment.
Would I have done what I had if Melissa and I had a relationship? Probably not. I might have hung out with Jessica and Teresa, but I seriously doubt we would have had sex if I was in a committed relationship and knew Teresa had a similar relationship with her boyfriend. We would likely have wound up "just friends."
That got me thinking again about my relationship with Jessica. It was odd, because she didn't have a boyfriend. They had broken up before she left for college. The only reason the two of us hadn't become more serious was because of Teresa—at least on the surface. The real reason, and the one I hadn't shared with anyone, was that I was still carrying a torch for Melissa. I had a feeling that was going to change after I saw her again.
I just never imagined
how
that would wind up changing everything.
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Melissa was out in her front yard when I pulled up to the curb. I got out of the car and had to grin. She looked amazing! When she saw me, she let out a squeal and came running over.
Now, this was the moment that became pivotal for everything that followed. I had become so accustomed to giving my girlfriends at college a hug when we met that I just naturally spread my arms when Melissa skipped over to me. I would never have been so bold with her before, but she slid into my embrace and wrapped her arms tightly around my midsection.
That hug felt natural. It felt like my arms belonged around her. She smelled great, too. I loved burying my nose in her hair and smelling her shampoo. But then...it reminded me a little too much of Vicky and Becky. Both of those girls had similar red, curly hair. Becky didn't resemble Melissa nearly as much as Vicky did, but both of them loved showering with me after an hour of hot, sweaty sex.
I started getting hard.
Melissa gave out a soft gasp when she felt it. She pulled her face back from my chest and looked up at me in surprise. I shook my head softly and smiled down at her sheepishly.
"Sorry," I murmured, releasing her from that hug.
"It's okay—whoa!" she replied. Her eyes practically bugged out when she looked down, and I was even more embarrassed.
I had worn soft, comfortable shorts for the long drive, and they did nothing to hide the massive boner I was sporting. For just an instant I felt like I had ruined the moment. I was once again that geeky, ugly, awkward kid, unable to do or say anything right in the presence of the goddess who lived next door. Then I looked at her again and saw the obvious arousal in her eyes, noted how her nipples had hardened beneath her blouse, watched her mouth fall open slightly.
She looked uncannily like Vicky had two weeks earlier—but that had been when I was looking at her reflection in my bathroom mirror. That had been while she was bent over in front of me and I was fucking her in the ass just the way she loved it.
Vicky and Becky had both commented a little bitterly about how guys constantly hit on them and expected them to be "easy" because of their red hair. However, they were two of the horniest women I had ever met. Despite the fact that they had "serious" boyfriends back home, they were just too horny to stay away. Both of them had felt compelled to seek me out when they heard I had a big dick.
Was my sweet Melissa like that? Was she on fire with lust as she stared at my big, throbbing boner in those shorts? You bet your sweet ass she was! I couldn't believe it...for about a second. Then I pulled her to me and kissed her right on the lips. She let out a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a moan as she returned that kiss.
"I've really missed you," I murmured after that kiss. She just looked up at me in disbelief and obvious arousal. I licked my lips and smiled at her again. "Listen, I need to empty my car and let my folks know I'm here, but I would love to catch up with you after that. Do you have plans this evening?"
She shook her head. Then she blinked and finally found her voice. "Wow! It's like you're a whole different person, Greg. I never knew you had that in you."
I thought about that and nodded. "I feel like a different person," I replied. "Before I left for college, I didn't know I had that in me either."
"My mom's home, but please just come over when you get the chance," she said.
Then she watched me and licked her lips noticeably while I grabbed two boxes out of my back seat and carried them up to the house. It was a little disappointing for me that she was gone when I came back outside for the rest of my stuff, but it made sense. It was already getting dark.
* * *
My parents were happy to see me, and welcomed me with big hugs. My bedroom was the same as I'd left it, although Mom had vacuumed in my absence. I looked across the back fence to Melissa's bedroom and saw the light come on briefly. For just a moment I considered grabbing the binoculars but then the light went off and I got back to unpacking.
I had a three-week break between the end of the second summer term and the beginning of the fall semester. Most of my stuff was still in my dorm room on campus, but there were a lot of things I had taken with me that I now realized I would not need. That stuff had all gone into boxes as I figured it out, and I had brought them with me along with several changes of summer clothes.
After sorting all that out, I joined my parents for a late dinner. We talked at length while we ate. As a result, it was almost ten by the time we had cleaned up the dishes. Despite the late hour, I still headed next door. I just wished I had started my drive home from the campus earlier.
Melissa's mother answered the door, inviting me inside with a smile. It was a little disconcerting to see her in the flowing nightgown she wore. I had seen Melissa's mother often over the years, of course. It just surprised me to realize she still had such an amazing body at her age. Most of the times I had talked with her she had been outside tending to her flowers and hedges, usually dressed in loose work clothes. She was wearing thick gloves and a hat, and often had soil staining her knees and gloved hands.
Because I had seen her in a hat so often, I didn't realize she had a mane of shiny red curls like her daughter's. Melissa came out and hugged me, wearing her own flowing nightgown. Both nightgowns were translucent, giving me tantalizing glimpses of their bodies as we sat in their living room and visited.
I had to be reminded that Melissa's mother was named Catherine.
Catherine was working at the same elementary school where Melissa and I had been students years earlier. She was the school counselor. Naturally, that meant she was off for the summer...mostly. Melissa had been working at a store in the mall over the summer, but her last day had been the previous Friday. She was very excited to announce that she had been accepted to college.
Her announcement surprised me. Oh, I smiled and congratulated her. I was happy to give her another big hug. It just...I didn't realize her grades had been low in high school. She'd been wait-listed and was fortunate just to get into a school I had turned down. It troubled me, but I tried not to let it show. I did not want to spoil this moment for her.
I was equally surprised that she and Quentin had broken up right after school ended. Before she could go into any more detail, though, her mother stood and stretched. Her yawn was contagious.
"Well, it's been wonderful to see you again, Greg," she said. I stood and she gave me a really nice hug. "Feel free to come back and visit," she added.
I nodded and smiled, but realized she was politely telling me to leave. I certainly didn't take offense—we had been sitting and talking in their living room for well over an hour and it was closing in on midnight. Melissa got it too, and she rose to give me another wonderful hug. She glanced over at her mother's retreating back and then whispered into my ear.
"Can you sneak over to visit after she goes to bed?" I nodded, and her eyes lit up. "Good!" she murmured, and then we kissed briefly.
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