It was senior year at Redhill High School and spring was in the air. Everybody seemed to be making out on the lawns, amongst the trees and flowers, couples were snogging and frolicking everywhere, perhaps the pollen didn't affect them.
I wasn't with a girl. I was a shy science nerd, allergic to pollen, graduating a year early and an unhappy virgin. I was supposed to be tutoring two jocks from the baseball team that fateful afternoon that set me on the path to losing my virginity 15 months later. They never turned up, so I went home. For some reason (teenage despair?) I decided to have a nap on the couch in my father's study. I fell asleep immediately and woke up to voices from the kitchen next door. It was my mother talking to one of her friends. I would have turned around and gone back to sleep, but I heard that her friend (I couldn't tell who it was) was crying. Intrigued I listened a bit more carefully and then a lot more carefully. It wasn't easy my mom's friend was a mess, she was blubbering, blowing her nose and fairly incoherent. Fortunately, I got the gist of her story.
Her husband (I didn't get his name -that might have helped me identify the woman) had erectile disfunction - even with Viagra he couldn't get a hard-on. And this is where it gets interesting, my mother's friend (I will just call her XX from now on (XX = female chromosome...geeky I know...don't judge me)) said that she had always been horny, but that during menopause her sex drive just went through the roof. Her husband tried to satisfy XX, but sex toys, fingers and oral sex just didn't cut it, XX needed a cock. She needed a hard cock in her cunt (her words, not mine), in her mouth and in her ass. Jesus, I couldn't believe what I was hearing, who was this woman. Did I know her? I couldn't hear what my mother was saying, she was using her soft soothing voice. She must have been shocked.
XX blew her nose and cried some more before continuing her tail of woe. My virgin cock was massively excited to discover that there were real world horny women - that they weren't just internet creations - and that one of them was in the kitchen next door. My cock is and was a normal well-functioning 6.5 inch uncircumcised cock. It was begging for action. If only my mom's friend knew that I was available and more than willing. I took my cock out of my trousers and held it in my hand while I listened to the drama taking place next door. It was vibrating in anticipation of hearing more.
"I have been so desperate for cock I even responded to men on online hook-up sites and met them in a sleazy hotel. I tried three times and I will never do that again they were all fakes, no one was anything like their profile, they were nice to me until we fucked and then they treated me like shit. I left feeling ugly and fat." And with that XX started crying again. Can't say I blamed her. My mom was making some more soothing noises, I couldn't hear what she said but her tone was clearly comforting.
XX wasn't having any of it. She still had more to get off her chest. "I don't know what to do. I love my husband and I am not having some scary fuckers treating me like shit. That is it - I am closing shop, no more cocks in my garden. From now on I will be relying on my trusty dildo, sex toys and of course my butt plug."
I was stunned. I couldn't believe that my mother had a sex starved friend, who used a butt plug. Nor could I believe anyone would want to talk to my mother about their sex life. What could my mother contribute? Who was this?
Mom said something more and then I heard the front door open. I put my throbbing rod back in my pants and rushed to kitchen window to see who the mystery woman was. It was Mrs. Thomas. You could have knocked me over with a wink of an eye. Lauren Thomas and I went to the same pre-K program, kindergarten and elementary school - that is how our mothers met. They also work together in our local hospital. Mrs. Thomas was a big woman - big boned, fleshy but not fat, around 5'10" and 220lbs I would guess. She was a little rough around the edges, but I never got any sexual or sexy vibe from her. In high school I was so horny I mentally undressed every woman I saw and masturbated thinking about them, but I had never thought about Mrs. Thomas in that way. Of course, that all changed in a nanosecond, from that day on Mrs. Thomas was my number one fantasy. She certainly wasn't your typical teenage fantasy material, but after hearing about her desires and needs, she dominated thoughts.
Mrs. Thomas had a large round face, it was rather flat with small blue eyes and a pert nose. She was loud, her mouth was always wet and opened into a very inviting "O" shape. It was only after I overheard her in the kitchen that I realized that her mouth was perfectly designed for blowjobs. How had I not seen that before? It was rare to see Mrs. Thomas dressed up, she liked to dress for comfort, shorts (that did nothing for her figure or big ass) and floppy T-shirts (that hid her tits, I had no idea how big or small they were).
I grabbed my stuff and ran to my bedroom so that my mother wouldn't know I was home and had overheard their conversation. After closing my door, my mother would never come in if the door was closed, I opened my laptop and went to Mrs. Thomas' Facebook page. She was a prolific poster, but didn't post many pictures of herself. I took my cock out of my trousers again and played with myself while looking at photos of Mrs. Thomas. I imagined her playing with her dildo, using her butt plug and crying for my cock. I came three times before I went to dinner.
In the next two weeks I just happened to bump into Mrs. Thomas a few times (you won't believe how much work and planning that took). Each time she acknowledged me, we even had a chat once, but she never saw the real me - she saw her daughter's playschool friend, not the high school senior with an average sized cock that was always hard and was always thinking of her.
There are two reasons why I was still a virgin even though I was a high school senior. The first was that I was a seventeen year old skinny nerd and the second was that I was petrified of rejection and the opposite sex. Three times I called up Mrs. Thomas to offer my services as friend with benefits, but each time she answered I hung up the phone. Driven by raging hormones I gathered all my courage and days before I was due to leave for university I knocked on the Thomas door. I thought I had everything lined up so that no one else was home - wrong - Mr. Thomas answered the door. I stood there so shocked I couldn't say a thing. I wanted to run away. Fortunately (or not) Mrs. Thomas walked up behind him. She was wearing large oversized shorts and a wife-beater vest without a bra. Her pointy nipples were staring right at me. I just gawked at her.
"Are you looking for Lauren?" the object of my desires asked me.
I didn't know what to do and so I just nodded.
"I am sorry, she has gone for the week. She won't be back before you leave." Said the object of my desire, my very own cock starved MILF.
"Okay tell her I said "Bye"." I said and turned around. As I left I could hear Mrs. Thomas tell her husband, "I think the poor boy has a crush on our daughter."
What a disaster now Mrs. Thomas thought I had a crush on her daughter. She had no clue it was her cock-deprived cock body I wanted. It wasn't all bad - at least Mrs. Thomas knew that I was leaving for University and I had seen that she had the most awesome projectile nipples. Another mental movie for my spank bank.
Fast forward a year. Academically my first year at engineering university was a success - my overall GPA was a 4.00 and I enjoyed classes and labs. Romantically and sexually it was a big flat zero; no girl friends, no sex and no lovers. Not many women at engineering school. My hands had never touched a naked boob or pussy. Mrs. Thomas still dominated all my thoughts and desires. She had become my obsession. I used all my computer sleuthing skills to find her on the dating/sex sites. Nothing doing, it looked as if she hadn't gone back to them. Perhaps her year had been like mine, perhaps she had survived by fingering, dildoing and buttplugging herself and perhaps she was as sex-starved and horny as I was, as horny as she was the day I overheard her talking to my mother. I came home with plans and fantasies of bedding Mrs. Thomas. Oh yes, and doing an internship.
I had barely been home for a week, had only seen Mrs. Thomas once, she was visiting my mother (I overheard nothing interesting), when I got very sick with a viral infection. I was delirious and don't remember much. Afterwards I heard that my doctor and mother had contemplated checking me into the hospital until Mrs. Thomas, an ex-nurse turned administrator who could work from home, volunteered to look after me.
Show me a healthy 18 year old virgin (can 18 year old virgins even be healthy?) who isn't preoccupied with sex. A mere fever did not stop my mind, nor my cock from thinking about sex. This feverish viral infection was a truly psychedelic experience for me and it melded reality with fantasy.
I remember arriving in my fluid mechanics class, where I discovered that the class was cancelled because the professor had Covid. My classmates left to socialize and sit outside. My next class, stat-mech, was in the same room so I stayed in the class and did my homework. I was the only one left in the class when Mrs. Thomas came into the class.
