You know how sometimes you just know something is going to happen. Not because it might happen and not because it should happen., not even because you want it to happen. But just because whatever it is will happen no matter what anyone does.
That's how I felt when I answered the doorbell to find Drew, my son's best friend, standing on the porch. I knew the instant I saw him, without doubt or question, that Drew and I were going to make love. And, I knew it was going to be good.
Drew wasn't devastatingly handsome. He was a good looking, nineteen year old kid with short, dark hair. He stood about six feet tall and had an athletic, muscular build. I knew him fairly well. It wasn't as though I were his second mother but Drew was my son's best friend. We had talked before and I had always thought he was a very nice young man. I also had the feeling that for some unknown reason he had a crush on me.
"Hi, Drew," I greeted him in my friendliest tone of voice. I instantly wished I was dressed differently. With nothing to do that day, except for some light housework, I was wearing a yellow tube top, that left my shoulders and stomach bare, and cut off Levi shorts that I had cut too short. The rounded bottoms of my ass cheeks showed and if I wasn't careful when I sat down, since I wasn't wearing panties, my pussy was exposed, too. I was not wearing make up. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and my feet were bare. I may have wished I was dressed differently but, if the expression on Drew's face meant anything, he liked the way I was dressed.
"Oh--uh--hi, Mrs. Driscoll," Drew said, obviously flustered by my appearance, "Is--uh--Andy around?"
"No," I told him, "he went on an errand for me. He should be back in fifteen or twenty minutes. Why don't you come in and wait for him?" It was a lie but it had come to me so quickly and easily even I was surprised. Actually, my son was gone for the day.
His father, my ex-husband, was a long distance truck driver. He called the night before and invited Andy to ride with him for the day. School was resuming in less than a week so that was their last chance to spend time together. Though I no longer got along with him, Andy and his dad were great pals.
'You're sure its alright," Drew said politely.
"Of course its alright," I told him, "sit down and relax. Would you like something to drink?"
He asked for a coke and I went to the kitchen, hoping he was looking at my ass and legs. I felt like a teenager in lust for the first time and I did not have the slightest idea why. Maybe I was just horny.
On my way to the kitchen, I passed the hallway mirror and paused to study my reflection. I was forty two years old and had three kids. Andy was the only one still living at home. Despite the way I was dressed, or maybe because of it, I still looked good.
I was five-six and had shoulder length,bleached blond hair. My face, without make up, showed it's age but I was still pretty. My body wasn't as lean as it had been twenty years ago but I had gained only twenty pounds. I might have been a little chubby but I was far from being fat. I had C cup breasts, still full and firm, a nice ass and great legs.
"Thank you, Mrs. Driscoll," Drew said when I handed him the coke.
"Just call me Brenda," I told him.
I sat down across from him and from the way his eyes suddenly widened, I must have flashed my pussy at him. I was pretty sure I could see a bulge growing in the front of his jeans. He looked nervous, almost scared, and I was enjoying it.
We made small talk, family, school, his part time job. Finally, we got around to what I wanted to talk about.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him.
"No," Drew answered, "I mean, I date but there's no one special."
"That's too bad," I said, "a young guy like you needs a regular girlfriend, someone to relax with, someone who can relax you."
"I don't know," Drew said, his nervousness increasing, "that is--uh--I mean--I never--"
