Solving the Post-High School Blues Ch. 1
I'd never been a good student. While many of my friends went off to four year colleges, I was left to community college. My best friend - Jeff Parker -- had been accepted to UCLA - he became a Bruin, and I remained in the Phoenix area.
Shortly after he left for LA that fall of his freshman year, I realized that he still had half a dozen things that were mine and might come in handy. Nothing drastic…a few cd's, piece of computer software, like that.
When I called him to find out where these things were, he told me that they were somewhere within the messy confines of his bedroom back home. He arranged with his mother for me to head over there and search for the stuff.
It took me a couple of weeks to find the time to get around to his folks' house, but I finally did. His mom greeted me at the door and told me to go ahead and begin the search. Ten minutes after starting to look for the things he'd borrowed, I'd only found one cd. This might take awhile. It wasn't long after that that his mom stuck her head in the door.
"Any luck?" she asked.
"Not yet. Well, I did find one cd."
"I wish I knew where to tell you to look, but Jeff could have left those things anywhere."
"That's alright. I guess he can always find them for me over the Christmas break."
"Christmas? Not fair for you to have to wait all that time."
She came the rest of the way into the room and visually scanned the room for a moment.
"Doesn't seem like there could be all that many places for those things to hide. Let's take one more swipe before you go home almost empty-handed."
I agreed and we took to searching the room. Mrs. Parker took the closet and focused most intently on the floor. As I finished going over the top of Jeff's desk, I happened to turn around and catch a glance of his mom on her hands and knees, scavenging through the messy closet. I saw something I'd never noticed before. I was actually looking at her legs and ass.
This really surprised me. Never before had I given any kind of thought even remotely approaching the considerations that I was now having. It was strange to say the least. Mrs. Parker was not a raving beauty, but I would say that she was pretty - and was probably even prettier in her younger days. This is not to say that she was old - she might have been forty-two or forty three at the outside.
She was a brunette. I think that her best facial feature were her eyes. They were green and very soft. I came to appreciate them even more after that day. Her breasts were probably 'c' cup, hips slightly larger than any girl I'd ever dated, and legs and ass nicely shaped, but also a tad plump. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt that day - appropriate for Phoenix in September.
I stood there for several seconds and watched her from behind. I was very taken by her bottom…and couldn't believe it. The silence must have made her wonder what I was doing because she turned and saw me watching her, seeming puzzled.
"Everything okay?" she asked.
"Sure. Just finished the desk, waiting to see what you found."
"Nothing you'd want, I'm afraid."
She crawled out of the closet and I got a glimpse of her breasts down the t-shirt. I could feel myself beginning to get aroused…and it worried me. I figured that I had better get going before I embarrassed myself and wore out my welcome in that house for good.
"Well, I guess I better go," I said.
Mrs. Parker got to her feet and nodded.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be more help," she said to me, brushing her hair back with one hand.
"That's okay. Not a big deal, really."
I found myself glancing at her barefeet and thinking how sexy they seemed. I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish, and looking at her dark red toenails, I found that stirring starting again.
"Maybe I could just look once more before I go," I said, contradicting the great rush that I'd just laid on her.
"Sure. Let's find that stuff," she came back, "I don't have a thing to do this afternoon, so it'll help keep the boredom at bay."
I'm not sure why I thought I should remain longer. What was I going to do? Come on to my best friend's mom? If this had been a girl my own age, unattached, and seemingly interested, I would have still been a little nervous. At any rate, the search started anew. I got on my hands and knees and looked under the bed.
"Must be terrible under there," Mrs. Parker said from above me.
"Well," I responded, head still under the bed, "there is an awful lot of stuff down here…" It was about then that her head appeared and she started to search. She began pulling various things out from under, tossing them back into the middle of the room. At one point, I felt her foot brush against my leg. Thoughts started to shoot through my head. I felt my cock start to grow against my will, worry set in.
It was about then that I felt her foot again, this time planted in place on the floor - it just happened to be right up against my lower leg. She didn't move it, but continued her search of the area under the bed. I didn't know what to think.
A moment or so later she got out from under the bed and sat on the floor beside me. I would have joined her immediately, but I was worried about that near full hard-on. Finally, I twisted around in such a way as to hide what was going on.
"Lots of work for nothing," she said to me. I shrugged. Then we sat there for about thirty seconds without saying a word, just looking at each other. Finally, she broke the silence.
"I'd like to tell you something," she began,"my husband and I remain married, but there isn't anything between us any longer. We're together, but apart. Do you know what I mean?"
"I think so."
"Could I kiss you?"
I was completely thrown by this. Not knowing what else to do, I simply said:
"Okay." She leaned over and we kissed. Not a long kiss, but very soft, slightly wet. Then we kissed again. I felt her hand on my thigh. It was only a moment before we were kissing fully, tongues working together. Her hand moved to my cock. She pulled back and looked at me.
"Come with me"
Mrs. Parker led me by the hand into her bedroom. She motioned for me to sit on the bed, and I did. She knelt before me, kissed my leg and undid my shorts. Soon they, and my boxers, were on the floor. Slowly, she took the head of my cock between her lips and her tongue was dancing across the tip. She slowly moved that tongue up and down the shaft several times before finally sliding the cock into her mouth. I'm no giant, but a solid six inches, and she managed to get all of it into her mouth and throat. I was impressed and, more importantly, going crazy from the pleasure.
"You have a nick cock," she said after several minutes as she pulled off to rest her mouth.
"Thanks," I said.
"Is this strange for you?"
"A little," I responded. "Is it strange for you?"
"Very," she said, "but right now, I don't care. Do you?"
