My girlfriend was someone I could always talk to. She helped me out with everything. School, life, you name it and we have talked about it. We've talked about drugs and alcohol. We've talked about sex. Maybe not as much talk about the sex as I would have liked but we did our fair share. I felt I was okay at it. Not unbelievable, but I was good. I knew what I was doing when it came down to it. She always liked it when we talked...I think.
Karen was her name. She was about 5' 7" nice big ass and 36 DD breasts. She had dirty blond hair. She was amazing. Not only was she beautiful, but she was smart and my type of girl. No regrets. I was crazy about her. Oh I also for got to mention she's 40 years old.
Okay so maybe she isn't my girlfriend but believe me I have wanted her to be since I knew what masturbating was. She was everything I wanted. There was only one problem. She was my friends mom.
My boy Kyle and I go way back. We have been playing hockey together since we were about 6 years old. He was always the right wing and I was the left and are other friend Andrew was the center. The goals always went from Kyle to me to Andrew, or Kyle to Andrew to me. It was amazing the things we did as a line when we were younger. When we got older they got even better.
I had never really noticed Karen until about a year ago. We were at Kyle's house after a game we had just won and Kyle had left to go get his girlfriend at the time. Kyle the previous week had just committed to Boston University for hockey and I had committed to Boston College. I was sitting at the kitchen table. Karen had just finished going through the divorce. She was fighting over custody of Kyle's younger brother Adam. Adam was staying at his dad's house for the weekend
Anyways I was finishing up dinner and Karen had started to do the dishes. I figured I might as well help her. I got up and said,
"Let me help you with the dishes Mrs. Crowley...or Miss..."
"Oh Chris you don't have to do that and how long have I known you? Call me Karen"
"Okay Karen let me help you"
I grabbed the pile of plates from the counter and placed them in the sink. As I placed them in the sick, water came up and hit Karen in the shirt. Not just a little water but a good amount.
"Shit"
"I am so sorry about that."
"Oh don't worry Chris. Its just a little water. I'm gonna have to take this off and put it in the dryer. Give me one second."
I went back to cleaning the dishes. When she came back she didn't have a shirt on. She was just in her bra. And man did she look stunning. I had never noticed her before. Her tits were huge. It was like I was on another planet. She came out in a black bra and her tits were right there. I had to catch myself and get back into what I was doing because she asked me,
"You're alright if I'm like this aren't you?"
What was I gonna say no? I looked into her eyes and just got out "No"
"Good now lets get back to what we were doing. So how are the ladies?"
"I'm not too good with the ladies."
"What do you mean. Do you have trouble talking to them?
"No it's not that."
