It was the fall semester of my junior year of college. I was heading home the day before Thanksgiving and looking forward to seeing family, a home cooked meal and perhaps some friends as well.
Walking into the house mid afternoon I was greeted warmly by Mom and little sister. Dad would be home in time for dinner. I started a load of laundry, went to what was still my bedroom, plopped down and dozed off for an hour.
I awoke to my sister telling me my buddy Ryan was on the phone. Ryan was a long time friend who now went to a college six hours away.
"Hey Mark! Glad to hear you're home." Ryan said.
"Good to be home." I replied. "Classes going well for you? How long are you home for?"
"School was fine," he answered. "I've been home since Monday. I'm actually leaving Friday as I'm shopping with my girlfriend and then having a second dinner at her parent's place."
"Wow! Must be pretty serious."
"Getting there. She's awesome. Listen, a few of us are hitting O'Brien's after dinner tonight to grab some brews. Wanna come along?"
I don't know how or when it started, but the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving had become a big night out. College kids come home for the short holiday and hit the bars to run into old friends and catch up.
"Sure!" I exclaimed. "It will be fun to see who we run into."
Three hours later I walked the 15 minutes to the bar to avoid drinking and driving. I was walking into O'Brien's when I heard a whistle. "Mark! Over here!" Ryan beckoned.
Three high top tables had been pushed together and from my high school days were five guys, two girls and a few open seats. I greeted everyone, bro hugged Ryan and grabbed an open seat.
"Scoot over one, Bud. My girlfriend Jenny will be here soon and I want to save her a spot." Ryan requested.
"No worries." I poured myself a beer from one of the pitchers on the table and started catching up with old friends.
About 20 minutes later Ryan let out another whistle and called out to his girlfriend who had just entered the bar. I had met Jenny before. Sweet girl, out going, pretty and a good match for Ryan. He met her at college. She caught his eye and started over toward us.
But what surprised me was right behind her was Ryan's Mom Phyllis. What was she doing here?
About two years prior, Phyllis and I once had a tryst in the front of my truck where, attempting to pull a joke on Ryan, we ended up in a make-out session. Things got a little out of hand and she gave me one of the most memorable blow jobs of my life. Since then I only saw her occasionally, usually at family gatherings and never alone. We agreed to keep our indiscretion a mutual secret and things never seemed weird between us. Seeing her unexpectedly caused a flashback to that amazing time in the truck.
"Hey Babe!" Ryan said to Jenny as she greeted him with a kiss. "Mom! What are you doing here?"
Jenny answered for her. "She dropped me off. Instead of having two cars here, she offered to bring me here and make sure I found you."
"Thanks Mom."
"Hey Mrs. Barnes," someone said.
Phyllis proceeded to greet everyone at the table, most of whom she knew from their high school days when they would come around her house or from various sporting events.
When she turned to me, our eyes met, she paused and said, "Hello Mark. It is so nice to see you again." She then stepped in for a light hug, innocent enough appearing.
"Great to see you too Mrs. Barnes." And I meant it. She looked fantastic. She was about 45 then. Her auburn hair was stylishly cut just past shoulder length. Apparently she was doing a workout routine as she appeared more tone. Her jeans showed off a great ass and her t-shirt snugged her breasts. It was tucked in and tapering down to what was obviously a flat stomach. Man did she smell good. Likely the same perfume she always wore, it again took me back to our interlude.
"Been hitting the gym?" I asked. "You look great."
"Yes. Thank you for noticing. I've actually finished a couple triathlons this fall. You look good too. Still swimming?" she asked, discreetly squeezing my bicep as we backed away.
"No longer competing but I still hit the pool four times a week."
"Thanks again, Mom for bringing Jenny down." Ryan said, interrupting us even though he could not hear what Phyllis and I were saying to each other. "I'll see you at home. We'll be back late."
"Ryan! Don't be so rude!" Jenny scolded. "Your Mom brought me all the way down here. At least have her stay for a beer!"
Phyllis and Ryan started to protest when a few in the group said "C'mon Mrs. Barnes! Stay for a beer!"
Phyllis turned toward me for my approval and I gave a sly smile and wink.
"Ok! Ok! Maybe just a beer!"
She plopped down right next to me, giving my knee a light squeeze below the table.
That was nice I thought. Was that a little flirtatious or did I read too much? We had never spoken of our incident largely because there was never opportunity, but all this time we never weirded out about it.
The group spent the next hour laughing, telling stories from high school experiences, admitting to trouble causing events from back then and downing several pitchers of beer. Phyllis was a delight, laughing along and even telling a few stories of her own.
A couple guys and one of the girls took off to another bar to meet other friends. The other girl announced she had to use the restroom and Jenny offered to go with her.
"You care to join us Mrs. Barnes?" Jenny asked.
"No, I'm ok."
"Well, I gotta go" Ryan announced. "Mark, hang with my Mom until we get back?"
"Of course."
And with that the girls and Ryan set off for the restroom. The other three guys were at the far end of the combined table tops and talking with four girls I did not know well from another high school. This gave Phyllis and I a little time to be alone, really for the first time in two years. I stood up a bit, kind of leaning on the bar stool to get a little closer to her.
"You really look good Mark. You've even filled out more."
