Again a thank you to blackrandl1958 for her editing talent and encouragement.
"I'd do Mrs. Walsh in a heartbeat."
"Oh yeah, she looks good in those jean shorts."
"How about Mrs. P? She looks pretty good even if she's pregnant almost all the time."
"Her old man is a sluggard, but he's smart enough to know he married a good-looking piece of ass."
"Mrs. Jackson?"
"That churchy bitch? I want to stick my dick in her mouth until she drools, then come down her throat. You can fuck her, but I'd bet she'd complain the whole fucking time. She wouldn't be able to bitch with my dick in her mouth."
The preceding was a random conversation between two 18-year-old boys that could have taken place in any city or town in the United States. You get the picture.
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"Hey Jerkface, could you help my mother and me build a small greenhouse on Saturday? Payment would be a home-cooked dinner, a 12-pack of pop and a day with me and my mom," Diane Holley, a University of Houston sophomore said to her friend, Josh Beachy.
The pair was sitting in the dining commons eating lunch on a Wednesday afternoon in late March. Diane was a towny, but paid a fee to be able to eat at the school three days a week, rather than taking a 30-minute drive back to her house in between morning and afternoon classes. Josh, a fellow soph, lived in a dorm, but he and Diane had become friends as they had several classes together.
Josh was good with both a home-cooked meal and the pop. He also didn't mind spending time with Diane, who in addition to being a friend was also a good-looking woman with a tendency to underdress. On this particular day, Diane was sitting across from him wearing a tight dark blue T-shirt that didn't completely undersell her small boobs and erect nipples underneath and low-rise jeans that showed off her taut abdominals.
Josh knew that he would never be more than good friends with Diane. He was good with that. It was never a bad thing to have good-looking friends, he thought. Just as easy to have pretty friends as ugly friends.
"Yeah, I'm in," Josh answered. "Like I told you, my dad and I built one of these. We can get it done in a few hours."
Josh was dumbfounded when the door opened at Diane's house early Saturday afternoon. His friend never told him she had a sister who looked like a doppelganger plus 10 years.
"I-I'm Josh," he stammered. "I'm here to help Diane and your mom build a greenhouse."
The woman's pretty face broke into a very becoming smile. He noticed she had the same dark brown hair and big brown doe eyes that Diane did. She was also wearing a T-shirt and jeans, both tight enough that he could see her body was very similar to Diane's.
"I am the mom," she said brightly, watching as Josh's mouth at first dropped open before morphing into a smile of his own. "I'm Lori."
"Hey Jerkface, stop perving on my mom and let's get to work," Diane said as she walked up behind her mother.
Josh blushed a deep red. Busted.
Led by Josh, the trio had the greenhouse together in several hours. Lori had to take several breaks to check on the lasagna that was cooking in the oven.
Josh totally enjoyed the lasagna and salad. He also enjoyed the conversation at the table.
"Are you going to the Pike's party next Saturday?" Diane asked Josh about the upcoming Pi Kappa Alpha fraternity party that was a big event on campus every spring.
"Wasn't planning on it," he replied. "I try to stay away from the frat guys. Most are a bunch of losers."
"Hey, Greg's a frat guy," Diane said about her occasional boyfriend. "You like Greg, don't you?"
"I said most, not all, are losers, remember?" he answered. "Besides, I don't have a date."
"I can fix that one for you. Mom can be your date. She can wear something of mine, look hot," Diane said.
"If you're going to do that, then yeah, I'll be there," Josh blurted out.
Both women's heads snapped to face Josh, who blushed profusely.
"You really are a perv," Diane laughed.
"No, no. I mean if she's going to dress like you, she's going to need somebody to keep the gropers at bay," Josh quickly responded.
"Actually, he's probably not wrong," Diane said.
"And you want me to go... dressed like you? Without a bodyguard?" Lori asked.
"Can I reserve you?" she asked Josh, who tried hard not to resemble a bobblehead as he nodded in agreement.
"No problem," he said with a huge grin.
"And I'm assuming you're taking Greg?" Lori asked.
"Oh yeah," Diane said.
Josh had agreed to meet the women and Greg at the Pike House the next Saturday. His eyes got huge as the trio approached him.
"Not a word, Josh!" Lori admonished him when they got to him. "I can't believe I agreed to this!"
Josh let his eyes do the talking for him. She was wearing one of Diane's jean miniskirts that started on her hips and ended at mid-thigh. The white cotton crop top finished just below her ribcage, leaving several inches of skin on display above the skirt. From the look of the top, she was braless, as well.
Josh's eyes about fell out of his head. Diane and Greg both laughed while Lori reddened from her head to her toes showing out of her three-inch heeled sandals.
"You'd better stay right next to me all night long, young man!" Lori hissed.
"Yes, ma'am," Josh croaked out.
"First off, close your mouth, perv-boy," Diane giggled. "Second, it's Lori, not ma'am, not Mrs. Holley. Got it?"
"Whooo," Josh whispered, nodding his head.
Reflexively, Josh stuck out his hand to Lori. She took it, then the two went into the party.
"God, I feel like I'm naked and everybody's looking at me," she whispered to Josh.
"Well, you're not quite naked, but everybody is sort of looking," he whispered back. "You look
really
hot."
Lori blushed again from head to toe.
"You know that's really adorable when you do that," he whispered again.
