A big thanks to those who made comments. You helped me realize how important Trent is to the story.
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"I am in control. I know what I'm doing. I am in control." I kept repeating this over and over to myself. It was my mantra. I was in control. I knew what I was doing. I would not lose control.
"Then why," I asked myself, "Am I dressed in one of my perfectly gorgeous new outfits and standing in the center of Trent's dorm room modeling for Trent and one of his pledge brothers?"
Monty, the good-looking young man I had kissed at the dance Saturday night and Trent, my granddaughter's boyfriend who I had - well
borrowed
from my granddaughter for an entire night, were seated on the bed, their eyes fixed on me as I modeled the new businesslike suit I was wearing. The suit consisted of a matching light pink jacket and skirt that went almost to my knees. It was form-fitting and did a wonderful job of showing off my trim waist, the flair of my hips and, what I thought of as my best assets - my legs encased in shimmering gray stockings. My new pink stilettos accentuated my slender ankles quite nicely too. Still, I looked very professional in the outfit, I thought -
until
I took off the jacket or sat down. That's when my sheer blouse and lacy, see-through bra changed my look considerably. When I sat down, I was pretty certain the slit running up my left thigh would reveal the dark gray band at the top of my stocking. I was pretty sure I looked great now and I'd look even better the more you saw of me.
Both young men were happily watching me, their eyes following my every move - only I wasn't moving very much. I am not a model and I don't have experience showing myself off or making dramatic moves. I'm a sixty-one year-old grandmother, for god's sakes! I did dearly love the attention I was receiving, though. The two of them looked adorable sitting there gazing at me so appreciatively. If I needed any convincing about how good I looked or whether I was a GILF, Trent and Monty were piling it on in spades just with their eyes and their smiles.
I need to explain how I came to be standing here. I did indeed pick Trent up and we spent two whole hours at the mall shopping. It puzzled me that he would want to spend so much time shopping with me but then I reminded myself that half our time had been spent in a couple of lingerie shops and the other half had been spent in one of the department stores trying on dresses and shoes that quite honestly most women half my age would be afraid to wear. The young girl in the first lingerie shop was shocked at first when she saw what I was shopping for but she seemed to change her mind when she saw how Trent was reacting. I think she was a little envious.
For the most part our shopping expedition went as I had hoped. Trent took every opportunity to hold my hand as we shopped and touch me, stroking my arms and my sides as I picked up a bra or browsed through dresses. You can imagine how distracting his knowing touch was for me. I managed to push his hands away every time they became too distracting and even managed to gauge many of my purchases by how and where he touched me.
I bought the lovely silvery gray lingerie ensemble I had on now on the spot because of his response to it. I was standing at a table filled with lingerie when I picked up the bra. It consisted of a satin half-cup with tiny spaghetti straps and the sheerest lace to cover the upper half of the breast. I slipped my hand into the cup just to see how sheer it was. It was clear that my dark Latina nipples were going to stand out nicely and ever so distinctly in this little number. That was when Trent's hand rose to my back and his fingers hooked my bra in back. It was all I could do to wriggle away from his hand. For a second I thought he was going to take my plain-jane, cast-iron bra off and make me try this hot little zinger on right there in the store .
"I think I'd better get this one, don't you?" I asked him.
Trent just grinned like an idiot and said, "Yes" excitedly. The outfit also included a thong that dipped down in the shape of a 'V' in front that I suspected might expose the crest of my opening, a lacy little garter belt and the loveliest shimmering gray stockings I had ever seen. The entire ensemble cost a small fortune but I had a feeling it would be money well spent if I got the same reaction from other young men that I had just gotten from Trent without ever trying it on.
Trent had been a real help throughout in spite of having to remind him of my promise never to commit any of those dirty misdeeds of the past weekend again with him. He seemed to be getting the message. He had wonderful taste and knew even before I did what I would look good and sexy in. It was exhilarating to think I was going to turn on young men in these outfits. It was such an exciting thought that I decided I couldn't wait any longer and asked Trent if I could try on an outfit as soon as we got to his dorm room just to see if I looked as good as I felt.
"Sure!" he answered.
Then, as we rode along towards campus, he asked, "Would you like me to invite Monty along? He lives just up on the next floor above me. A second opinion couldn't hurt and you already
know
what I'm going to say about the way you look."
He had a point. He had helped pick out most of my outfits and almost all of my bras, panties and stockings. It certainly might help if I got a second, more impartial opinion.
There were a couple more reasons for including Monty. He was handsome as the dickens and I reasoned, Trent might not try anything with me if there were someone else along to sort of act as a chaperone. Trent's gentle, knowing touch during shopping and his hand holding had taken its toll on me whether I admitted it or not. It turns out I was wrong about the chaperone part.
We got to Trent's room, I ducked into his bathroom, shopping bags in tow and set about doing my makeup and changing. I dressed quickly in order to make sure my makeup - the hard part for me since it had been so long since I'd worn any - looked exactly right. Trent hastily trotted upstairs to fetch Monty for my 'showing.'
Dressed now, I drew a deep breath, admired myself in the mirror, carefully repeated my mantra, "I am in control. I know what I'm doing. I am in control," before opening the door and stepping out into the dorm room to greet my audience.
Monty was just as handsome as I remembered. "I am in control. I know what I'm doing," I chanted to myself.
"Febe!" Monty called out at first sight of me, "You look
magnificent!
"
He remembered my name, I thought with a start. It surprised me that he would, unless Trent had reminded him.
"Thanks for the compliment - and for remembering my name, Monty," I told him, smiling.
"Oh,
everybody
knows your name at the house now," he beamed.
Trent added quickly, "That's just one of the blessings that come with being a GILF."
I smiled at that and began to realize I must have made quite an impression at the dance.
"So you both like?" I asked.
Both heads nodded gleefully and Trent spoke up, "Turn for us. Do the model thing so we get the whole effect."
I turned a slow full circle before facing them once more, putting my hands on my hips for dramatic effect.
"How about taking the jacket off and throwing it across your shoulder like a model?" Trent suggested and then added, "You could definitely be a model."
"I am in control. I know what I'm doing. I am in control," I repeated my mantra once more. This is where it gets difficult, I fretted. I knew exactly what Trent wanted and it wasn't a model.
"I don't know if that would be such a good idea," I said.
"Oh, Febe, please! One of the things that makes you such a
fetching
GILF is the courageous way you challenge your own fears and take the important risks. Are you afraid we won't like what we see?" Trent asked.
Fetching
I thought to myself. I liked that word. It suited me. I had never been called fetching. Trent always seemed to know just what to say to help me understand better. I loosed the first button slowly with my eyes fixed on the two young men ogling me. I undid the rest of them slowly too and then spread the jacket open with my hands and put my hands on my hips in a rather defiant posture that held the jacket open wide.
Both young men let out little murmurs and straightened a bit on the bed. My little maneuver - and the sight of me in a very sheer white top over an equally sheer lacy gray bra seemed to have captured their imaginations. The bra turned out to be an even lovelier wonder than I expected. It lifted my breasts up slightly and took away that tiny bit of sag in them and pointed the nipples ever so slightly upward. My nipples looked so naughty peeking through the thin lace. I knew the top and the bra were both sheer but since I had hurried so in getting dressed I wasn't sure just how much I was revealing. Without looking down to see for myself but judging by their slack jaws and the deer-in-the-headlights look in their cute young eyes I was pretty certain my dark, round nipples were staring them down.
"Do you like? It's not too much, is it?" I asked.
"Magnificent . . . fantastic. They're wonderful - both of them," Monty mumbled just loud enough for me to hear.
Well, at least I knew where his mind was.
"Definitely a GILF," Trent announced in a deep, almost confidential tone, "You definitely dress the part and you sure know how to strut your stuff. What do you think, Monty?"
Monty had a serious look on his face now. "I think a real GILF finishes what she starts," he said, sounding almost defiant.
"W-Whatever do you mean, young man? I asked, startled by this new look on his face and the defiant tone of his words.
Monty seemed to have recovered from being stared down by my second set of eyes. I wasn't sure what he was thinking right now.
"Saturday night at the dance we kissed," I nodded, definitely remembering that incident. It was one of my more brazen moments.
"Just as I started getting into our kiss you broke away. To my way of thinking, a GILF, well if I can be frank - a GILF isn't a cocktease. You started to kiss me and then, well, you left me hangin'. . . . and then you smirked about it!"
He had a point. I mulled it over in my head for a moment. I had pulled away from him just as our tongues had begun to get acquainted and I had left him abruptly to go and stand beside Trent. In all the exhilaration of that moment it probably had appeared to him that I was grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary. I began to think I had led him on. Yet another instance of my selfishness during that long wonderful night, I thought with a twinge of guilt.
