My Real Life Mrs. Robinson: A Story of a Truly Desperate Housewife
My story takes place many years ago. I was a 21 year old living in the Midwest. At the time this story takes place, most of my friends were either away at college or had moved away. It was near the time where the schools were off for the winter break. I found myself home alone on a Friday night, as was normally the case for me at that time in my life.
I had yet to hear from any of my friends that were away at school. About that time I heard a knock on my front door. I waited to see who it was, because anytime one of my friends came over they would knock once and just walk on in. Then there was a second knock so, I got up and went to the door to see who it was.
"Bill!" I exclaimed.
"Hey, Jerry," He said
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I just came by to see what you were doing." Bill told me.
"I'm just hanging out." I spoke, "What about you?"
"Well, I also wanted to go by and apologize for everything that happened with Kim." He added.
"It's no big deal." I told him, "I'm sorry too for all the shit that went down."
Bill and I used to be really good friends and we hung out all the time. We met this girl Kim that we both liked, but neither one of us knew the other liked her. We both said some things that got all twisted around and we wound up getting into a huge argument over her. Bill won out in the end, because Kim was not interested in me as a boyfriend.
"That's cool." Bill said, "So, do you want to hang out?"
"Sure." I told him, "Let me get my coat."
I got my coat and gloves and headed out with Bill. Neither one of us had a car so, we had to walk everywhere. It was alright, because it gave us more time to hang out and talk about shit. I had no idea where we were going. I only hoped it wasn't far, because there was a huge snow and ice storm on the way and I didn't want to be walking around in it.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Do you remember Tim Robinson?" He asked me.
"Yeah, I remember Tim." I mentioned
I never really liked Tim that much. I had always thought he was very strange and he gave me the creeps.
"What are we going to do at Tim's house?" I questioned
"I thought we'd go over to his house and just hang out." Bill told me "I thought since the weather was going to be bad we could crash there too."
"Why?" I asked.
"Do you know Bobby Palmer?" Bill asked me.
"I think so." I said
Bill started to tell me about the time of Bobby's freshman year of college. Bobby stayed over at Tim's house one Friday night and the next morning he saw Mrs. Robinson naked.
"Bobby saw Mrs. Robinson naked?" I asked.
"He sure did." Bill exclaimed.
"It was probably an accident." I mentioned, "I bet it was only for a split second too."
"It was more than a second." Bill spoke, "She was in the shower."
"She was in the shower?" I questioned.
"She was taking a shower." Bill told me.
Bill proceeded to tell me that the next morning Bobby got up early to go running. He was walking pass the bathroom and noticed that the door was open. When he looked in, he could see Mrs. Robinson's reflection in the mirror and she was indeed taking a shower. He saw her soap up her tight body and watched as she bent over and lathered up her big tits. Bobby watched her for awhile, until he heard Mr. Robinson getting up and he just left.
"Has anyone else seen this?" I had to ask.
"I don't think so." Bill said
"How do you know she still does it?" I asked
"I don't know." Bill replied.
"What if she does?" Bill added, "Would you want to miss your chance to see."
"I didn't say that." I told Bill.
"I know you have a crush on her." Bill mentioned, "Now, Let's get moving."
We spent the rest of the time just joking around as we made our way over to Tim's house. When we finally got to Tim's house, we were both freezing our asses off. We both knocked on the door and when it opened, there Mrs. Robinson standing there wearing a skin tight baby doll tee shirt, with the word KISS stretched across her chest.
"Well, hello there!" Mrs. Robinson shouted.
"Hello Mrs. Robinson!" We answered back.
"What brings you two out in this cold?" She asked, "You do know there is a snow and ice storm coming?"
"We just wanted to stop by and see Tim." I told her.
"We were kind of hoping we could crash here." Bill told Mrs. Robinson.
"I'm sorry." She spoke, "Tim is sick and can't have anyone stay over."
"You can come in and say hello." She added.
It was just our luck that Tim was sick. We walked all this way in the fucking cold and Tim could not have anyone over for the night. We both stayed for a little while and visited with Tim and I got to admire Mrs. Robinson. Bill and I decided to take off before the weather got bad.
"You're not walking home?" Mrs. Robinson asked, "Are you?"
"That's how we got here." We told her.
"That is nonsense!" She exclaimed, "Let me drive you home."
We told her that she didn't have to drive us home and that we could make it before the storm hit. She insisted that she drive us home, because her husband just bought an old Jeep and she had not even gotten a chance to drive it. She told Bill and me that it was a stick shift and she really like the feel of a stick shift. Bill and I looked at each other and smiled, because we knew what she meant by that comment.
By the time we were heading out the door, the weather was already bad. It was snowing like crazy and you could hear the sound of freezing rain in the still night. The three of us got in the Jeep and headed over to Bill's house. I sat in back, while Bill sat in the back. I could not take my eyes off Mrs. Robinson as we made our way in the snow and ice.
I looked down at her hand each time she shifted. Every time she put it in gear, she would slowly stroke the stick shift and rub the palm of the hand over the ball on top. With each shift of the Jeep, Mrs. Robinson would look at me and smile at me so sweetly. We made it to Bill's house in no time. I remember thinking to myself that I didn't want this ride to end.
"You want to stay over Jerry?" Bill asked.
"I don't think so." I said, "I'd better get home too."
"Bye Jerry." He spoke, "I'll see you later."
"Take it easy Bill." I told him.
"Thanks for the ride Mrs. R." Bill shouted
"You're welcome Bill." She answered back.
I had no idea what would happen next as we headed down the driveway and over to my house. We were not far from my house, when Mrs. Robinson turned to me and smiled.