I rolled down the window and felt the cool breeze on my face. The AC did not work real well in my old beater Buick. It was spring break from my second semester at college. All my friends were headed to California but my parents were making me come home for a family reunion.
I'm going to miss so many encounters with Girls Gone Wild Wannabe's...
I thought to myself depressed.
Aubri and I had recently broken up so I was especially excited to make my debut as a bachelor.
Bobby will never let me hear the end of it. Instead of having parties on the beach I'll be stuck at home playing chess with Max, my mouth breathing cousin.
But as I turned onto Lincoln Street I couldn't help but smile. It did feel nice to be home. I enjoyed being at college but had missed the familiarity of the place I had grown up. My neighborhood looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. The sun was shining, birds were singing and children were playing in their nicely kept yards.
All the homes on Lincoln Street were big and beautiful. Paid for by the doctors, lawyers and developers who lived in them. The other thing that rich successful men attracted were beautiful women. So while the landscaped yards and new cars could have been from a Rockwell painting, the House wives of Lincoln looked like they all could star in their own Porno's.
Being at home all day left them plenty of time to hit the Gym consistently. Get their hair done, visit the spa, take tennis lessons and spend their husband's money on clothes. By the evening they often were sipping margaritas and sharing the latest gossip with each other. But even with all that they often times got...bored.
I wonder if Zak is home from school. I wonder if his Mom, Danielle is home. I would give anything to take another shower with her!
I reminisced on the time I had worked in Mrs. Daniele Taylor's garden, and ended up taking a shower where she joined me! As I drove by Zak's house I saw that his Mom's garden looked healthy as ever in their front yard.
Hmm...I don't see Zak's car in the driveway, must not be home. But I do see Mrs. Davis' red convertible across the street.
Mrs. Hydee Davis lived Kitty corner from my house. I remembered the time I had gone over to her home to tutor her younger daughter for school and Mrs. Davis had ended up tutoring me instead! I parked in front of my home and gave the old Buick's engine a well-deserved west. As I walked up to the front door I glanced up to the top of the street at the biggest house in the neighborhood and let out a sigh... The Jensen's.
That's where it all began. I would trade everything I have, or ever will have just to have one more night with Julie Jensen.
Of all the Neighborhood Milf's, In my opinion Mrs. Julie Jensen was the hottest of them all. While I baby sat her children she came home early one night, leaving her husband at the club and gave me the time of my life! She was the reason why I truly fell in love with older women. That first experience with her was the most memorable, even including my most recent bone fest with Mrs. Hartel, my college English professor.
"Ooohhh Chris, you're home!" my mom exclaimed as I walked through the front door and dropped my bags.
She trapped me in her arms in a tight hug. My father joined us and gave me a painful noogie.
"Ow Dad!" I cried.
"How's my little champ doing? How come you didn't bring a pretty girl with you?" he asked.
"Because they are all celebrating spring break like normal people." I told him.
"Quit whining. It will be a fun time, I promise." My mother scolded me. "Besides, Max is here already. He's staying with us while his family is at a hotel."
I gave my Dad a glare and he mouthed "SORRY" behind my mother's back in an understanding sort of way. I caught my parents up with how school was going and about the recent breakup. My mother tried to soothe me even though I was fine. My Father gave me a speech on how it was for the best because I should be "playing the field" any way.
"It's good to have you back home Son." My mother said.
"It's feels good to be back if I am being honest." I admitted.
"Well why don't you go downstairs and give your cousin some company." She advised me.
I grudgingly went downstairs and found Max watching TV.
"Hey Max, long time no see." I greeted him.
"..Yeah..." he replied in a breathy voice.
"How is school going for you?" I inquired.
"..Good.." he answered.
Max was not much of a talker. So I gave up and just watched TV. After some time I suggested we play some Halo to change the pace of things.
"Okay.." he said.
We got everything set up but then My Mother called me from upstairs.
"Why don't you just get started without me. I'll be back." I said.
Thank goodness, hopefully Mom needs me to run to the store or do some type of long errand to give me a break.
"What's this for?" I asked as she handed me a bottle of whipped cream.
"You need to run it up to the Jensen's. Julie just called and asked if we had any." She answered.
I will gladly do that! Maybe I can get a repeat of the first time!
"Uh, sure. What does she need whipped cream for?" I asked.
"She needs it for a strawberry pie she made for her book club that's over there." She said.
Oh man, she's there with a bunch of other people? So much for my fantasy.
"Why I wasn't invited I don't know." She complained.
I decided to walk up the street instead of drive since it was so close, and the sun was setting so it was starting to cool down. As I walked my thoughts swirled with fantasies of the night Mrs. Jensen had seduced me. It seemed like such a long time ago now.
If only I had a video tape of it, so I could re watch it whenever I wanted.
With my heart pounding through my chest I nervously knocked on the large double front doors.
