This story may be read on its own, but it is part of an on-going series. This particular chapter is the culmination of the portion of the story begun in "Michelle's New Profession, Chapter 3". It is about a hot, sexy, married MILF introducing a shy young man to the joys of the opposite sex. Along the way, there are some very enjoyable surprises for the MILF as well.
Michelle:
I didn't really want to go. I wanted to spend the night with my husband, but I'd made a promise to Jeremy and I know Robert understood. I felt terrible about getting sick. My poor hubby and I were looking forward to Thursday night.
I stopped and checked into my hotel. I had a couple hours before I needed to leave for the dance and spent the first hour lying down after I called Robert to let him know I'd gotten there. I was over my food poisoning, but still a little more tired than normal.
After my rest, I decided to put my hair in two braided ponytails to match the culture of my dress and moccasins. Plus, I thought it'd make me look younger for this party with college-age people. I finished with my make-up, put on the jewelry Robert gave me for Christmas and drove to Jeremy's dorm, getting there about eight-thirty. A few minutes before I got there, I called Jeremy so he could meet me outside and show me where to park.
Jeremy told me he thought I looked beautiful. There's nothing like stroking a girl's ego when she's probably going to be the oldest person at a dance. He drove me around behind the dorm to a parking lot. When we got out of the car Jeremy kissed me, took my hand and led me inside. I was thrilled that this wasn't the same scared, nervous kid who took me to dinner a few weeks earlier. He seemed so much more sure of himself.
The building was cool. It looked more like a huge, very old house than what I expected a dormitory would be like. Jeremy told me it used to be a fraternity house until the fraternity had some major problems and had to close. The college bought the building and converted it into a dormitory. He said it housed about thirty students, all men.
We went in a back door and down to the basement where the party was being held. I couldn't help but enjoy the look of pride on Jeremy's face when we walked into the party room. There were probably a few dozen people, dancing, sitting at tables, playing pool, and they all seemed to be having a good time. I noticed a lot of heads turn and look at us when we walked in. I hoped it wasn't because Jeremy was with the "old maid". I'd tried to fix myself to look a little younger, but it was still obvious that I was undoubtedly the oldest girl in the room.
Jeremy introduced me to some of his friends, using my made-up name of Amber. I couldn't help but smile when I heard several remarks from guys about the "hot chick" with Jeremy. He got me a cup of punch, telling me that they couldn't have any alcohol since a lot of the guys and girls were under twenty-one. He clarified that no one was under eighteen, that was a hard and fast rule, including the guy's dates.
We spent the next couple of hours dancing, playing pool and having a good time. Jeremy didn't dance very well, but he had fun trying, and I had fun teaching him some dance steps. After I'd taught him a little, I encouraged him to ask some of the other girls to dance with him and he actually did a couple times. When he was dancing with someone else, some of the unattached guys asked me to dance with them, but I let them all know I was with Jeremy and would only dance with him. I enjoyed them asking though, and let them know that.
I hadn't mentioned it to Robert, but I was pretty good at pool in college. When I was going out with Mike, we played quite a bit and I got so good that I won more than my fair share of games. I wasn't oblivious to what leaning over the pool table did to my dress either...then or now. I couldn't wear panty-hose because of the welded-on anklet but I had on a pair of dark-colored stockings that were nice and lacy at the top that I enjoyed showing off.
I thought I might feel out of place, being as old as I am, but that didn't seem to be an issue with anyone. Of course, Jeremy's grin or his friends' comments didn't hurt my ego any when they asked him about his "hot chick" date either.
We'd been there probably a couple hours, and I was in the middle of a pool game with another girl, Tanya, when I heard one of the guys watching the game mention that he wanted to play strip poker. My first thought was, what a great way to get Jeremy to interact with some of the girls his own age. I whispered to Jeremy, "Tell him we want to play." Unfortunately, I didn't think it through very well and realize I'd be in the game too. The only time I'd ever played it was once with Mike and one other couple when we were in college. We only went as far as our underwear in the game too, but it had led to a fantastic night of sex with Mike though!
Jeremy told the guy, "Amber said she wants to play, so I guess we're in."
Jeremy had introduced me to him, but I didn't remember his name. He responded, "Yeah! Adriana wants to play. Let's find another couple."
Tanya, the girl I was playing pool with, overhead the conversation and said that she and Kirk would love to. We wanted to finish our pool game first though. I wanted to show this bitch how a real girl played pool! I lost, she was obviously a hustler.
The six of us started upstairs. I whispered to Jeremy that I didn't remember the guy's name that mentioned it. He told me it was Tanner. I was a little surprised. No, more like a lot surprised, that they let girls upstairs in the guy's dorm rooms. When Mike (i.e. fuck-buddy-Mike) and I were at Washington State, he couldn't come to my dorm. I always had to go to his apartment to be fucked. Make no mistake, Mike and I fucked. We didn't make love, except once, our last time together until Robert convinced me to go out with him again a couple years ago.