ONE
Josh Miller and I became buddies in the 5th grade. Being, at that time, one of the bigger kids in class he was not above bullying those he thought he could push around. I know I suprised him when, after he had stomped on my lunch thus splattering the creme filling of my Twinkies in a lovely starburst pattern across the cafeteria floor, I bloodied his nose with a short right. I took some lumps in return, but a friendship bloomed out of the respect I earned on that day and we became nearly inseparable.
For the past two years, Josh and I had manned the inside linebacker spots on the Middleton Bison football team. We had made it to the State semi-finals our junior year, and our senior season was turning into something special. With Jamal Demens and N'keese Richards on the outside, our linebacking was crazy solid. We had not given up a rushing touchdown or more than 10 points in our first six games.
We pushed each other on and off the field, working like maniacs in the weight room, and with our equipment on we were nearly mirror images of each other. Standing 6'1" and carrying 225 pounds of lean muscle, the only distinguishing characteristic was Josh's dark hair which he wore long, flowing out from under his helmet as a tribute to his idol in the NFL. I kept my blonde hair cut short, never liking to fool with it much.
During the season, a group of the football parents had a rotating house party after each home game, and Josh's family was next in line. He lived in what was probably the biggest house in Middleton which was saying something given the overall affluence of our little suburb. His mom's father was insanely wealthy and Josh's dad was given an executive position in the family business shortly after he married Josh's mom. From what I could tell, he had it pretty sweet since he was usually gone on expensive golf trips and other "travel" which, as far as the IRS was concerned, was work related.
Josh was pissed that his mom had insisted that he come home after the game, since we would usually grab some beer and some silly Bison Club girls to wind down. But I knew that my parents would be there as well so I volunteered to go with him to ease the pain a bit.
The game was a complete blow-out, neither of us were in the second half, allowing the back-ups to earn some playing time in hopes of getting a Varsity letter. As a result, Josh and I were much less sore and tired than usual which only added to our frustration that we wouldn't be out looking for some easy pussy.
TWO
As expected, the Millers threw a great party; the food that his mom had catered was awesome and the booze was flowing at an insane pace.
Shortly after midnite, Josh's dad invited several of the remaining dads downstairs to their elaborate basement, or the "compound" as he called it, to play some poker, while my mom and a few of the others were helping Mrs. Miller clean up.
Josh and I were sitting with one of our assitant coaches, Micah Graham, who always seemed to get invited to these type of parties during the season, making him the only minority in attendance. Micah was very cool, having just recently graduated from Louisville where he had been a running back. He still looked like he could strap it on, his broadly muscled shoulders,deep chest, and thick legs were impressively displayed when he lifted with us.
As we talked, my eyes kept wandering towards the incredibly sexy form of Randi Boehmon who was helping in the kitchen. Although she was a bit older then the other women in my mom's social circle, she managed to remain at the top of the MILF list my buddies and I would put together from time to time. Her son had been a stand-out safety a few years back and had gone on to have a very solid career at Cincinnati. Her daughter Katie was smoking hot and had graduated two years ahead of me.
A petite woman with a slim waist, tight ass and lovely slender legs, she had obviously gotten her boobs done a few years ago with incredible results. Josh had commented that several of the other "soccer moms" at our country club had quickly followed her lead after seeing Mrs. Boehmon nearly bursting from a sexy two-piece at the pool, her piercing blue eyes framed wonderfully by her platinum blonde angled bob-cut, her long side bangs just brushing the tops of her tanned and toned shoulders, the ends curling under her chin in erotic fashion.
Mrs. Boehmon was wearing a black off the shoulder smocked top above a short tan skirt, her wonderful cleavage stretching the fabric near its limits. She was wearing a pair of slingback platforms with spiked heels which caused her calf muscles to flex invitingly when she walked.
After she had finished in the kitchen, I watched as she reached into her purse, retrieving a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s and a tiny gold lighter. Showing the pack to my mother, she raised her eyebrown in a questioning manner, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her thickly glossed lips.
My mom smiled in return, glancing over her shoulder at Mrs. Miller who was rinsing some glasses in the kitchen.
"Hey Lil . . . " my mom called, using Mrs. Miller's nickname. "Randi and I are going outside to be a little naughty. Do you want to join us?"
It was funny to watch my mom and her friends sneak outside to smoke after they had been drinking. Like no one was going to notice them standing out on the porch.
"You girls go ahead . . . I've got a few more things to clean up . . . Thanks anyway."
I watched as my mom followed Mrs. Boehmon out to the large deck looking over the Miller's lavishly landcaped back yard. Mrs. Boehmon cracked the top of the hard pack and my mom pulled one of the the long white cigarettes out, flipping it between her fingers as she waited for her partner in crime to do the same. Mom brought the cigarette to her lips, leaning forward slightly bringing its tip to the flame Mrs. Boehmon had struck. She inhaled deeply, raising her chin to release a thin stream up into the cool night air. Mrs. Boehmon cupped her hands around the end of her cigarette and thumbed a spark, her hand falling to her side as she exhaled.
Although she had just turned 43, my mom could pass for a woman half her age. Slightly taller than Mrs. Boehmon, she had long brown hair with some sexy blonde highlights, beautiful hazel eyes and pouty lips. She'd been blessed with slim hips, a wonderfully shaped ass and the legs of a dancer. And even though she couldn't compete with Mrs. Boehmon since her enhancements, her breast were still full and firm, pushing against her polo shirt as she took another long, slow drag.
I knew that my mom was on the MILF lists my teamates made when I wasn't around, and I was proud of the fact she kept herself in such great shape.
THREE
I was so involved in staring at Mrs. Boehmon, my cock stirring as I fantasized about stripping her naked to get a look at those great tits, that I was startled by Josh's mom who had appeared next to my chair.
"Hey." she whispered in a low tone, smiling when she saw the suprised look on my face. She glanced out towards the deck where the object of my attention was so clearly apparent and I thought I noticed her taking a quick peek at my crotch, my hard-on pushing tightly against my jeans.
Her gorgeous green eyes twinkled with amusement at the stupid look on my face as I deperately tried to regain my composure. Mrs. Miller had long, dirty blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, her trim body looking fantastic in a white sleeveless V-neck blouse over top of a pair of tight cropped jeans with a rolled cuff that rode low on her hips. Her toe-nails had been recently done in a deep red shade, and they peeped out the front of her strappy sandals. I knew that Mrs. Miller spent a ton of cash at the local salon and spa, her hair, make-up and jewlery making her look like she was perpetually ready for a photo shoot.
I noticed for the first time that Josh and Micah had left at some point, leaving me alone with Mrs. Miller.
"Phillip . . . If I could pull you away from your thoughts for a moment . . . " It was clear that she was teasing me. "I've got something upstairs you might like to see."
"Oh . . . Sure Mrs. Miller. " I sputtered as I got to my feet, hoping my hard-on was less noticeable, but watching as she dropped her eyes again, a knowing smile on her wetly shining lips.
FOUR
