Rushing around the house, we were making sure everything was locked and we had all the things we needed for the weekend. We were making one of our occasional visits to Austin from Houston. The trip usually took just under three hours, but it felt as if we were going across the country. Carol and I had been best friends since first grade and until recently we always lived within walking distance of each other. They moved because of an excellent job opportunity. I missed having my friend around, but since we were still relatively close to each other, we visited quite a bit. Also, it's a good excuse to take more mini vacations together.
Their son, Ian and mine Lee had been the best of friends growing up. They still were close, but know with the distance they hadn't really kept in touch. My daughter was a little older, so they really didn't hang out too much. It's still hard to believe Ian is eighteen and a senior and that my kids are in their twenties and in college.
In an old life I had been a math teacher at the high school before our kids were born. When they reached school age I stopped teaching and took up real estate on a part time basis in order to be home when they were. Finding that I preferred it to teaching, I decided to stay, and have done quite well. With my husband, Mike's job as a programmer I was able to stay part time even after the kids were pretty well grown.
In school, Ian had quite a bit of trouble with math and he would come to our house after school so I could watch him until Carol and Martin got home. Since I loved math and missed teaching, I took the opportunity to become Ian's tutor. It's funny, he obviously knew the subject, but still insisted that I show him every step several times before he had the confidence to do it himself. It's like if I wasn't hovering or leaning over him, he couldn't do anything.
They moved right before Ian started High School and now he is in advanced classes so I feel I was able to rub off on him. We had always got on well even though I hadn't really seen much of him since he started they moved.
The last time I saw Ian, was at a swim meet last year. He had always been big, but now not only did he have a swimmer's physique, but he towered over me and Carol. But I still see the little kid who'd complain that, "It's too
hard
."
Mike watching me run around checking locks and making sure we had everything, for some reason always arouses him; walking up behind me, he grabbed my breasts and nuzzled his mouth on my neck. Knowing I needed to do something if we actually want to make the trip, I spun around, dropped on my knees and opened his fly. Grabbing hold I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then circled his head. With the foreplay done, I swallowed his member while I massaged his balls. After twenty-five years of marriage, I've learned what it takes to satisfy him and to and give him what he need so that we can do whatever we needed to. And he does the same for me. Hearing his breathing begin to speed up, I knew he was getting ready, and when his body stiffened, I pulled my mouth of him, maneuvered so I wasn't facing his throbbing cock and jerked him to completion. Seeing the mess, I almost regretted that I didn't swallow, but the thought frankly is unappealing in the extreme.
When we were younger, he'd occasionally ask me to let him come in my mouth, but each time I tried, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Now, he doesn't even ask which, frankly, I'm pleased with.
We finally arrived at Carol and Martin's house just after noon. They had a nice lunch waiting for us and we sat down and caught up with what we were up to. After finishing and cleaning up the dishes, Ian came in and joined us. We talked about school, his grades and who he was planning on going to the prom with.
"I don't think I wanna go."
"What?" I said not believing what I heard. I mean, he was six feet two, chiseled with curly dark hair and deep blue eyes. How could he not go?
"Yeah, I'm not really much of a dancer and there's no one I really want to go with, besides, It's a hundred dollars a couple or fifty a person."
"Hey!" I said, "lock us both up in a room and I'll have you dancing … and then some."
Laughing, Ian was about to say something when Mike piped in, "
Now
you've done it. I think you're going now, even if you have to take Diedre."
As Mike was speaking, I grabbed my purse, pulled out a hundred dollars and handed it to Ian. "Ok, we're going, now when you
do
get a date, just use the money for a nice corsage."
I spent a good part of the weekend showing Ian how to dance, from fast freestyle to ballroom. He picked most of it up so fast, it was hard to believe he was so worried about it. I felt like I was his personal tutor again and that he was a sponge into which I was pouring my knowledge. I really enjoyed the weekend and was almost hoping I'd end up being his date, since Mike and I didn't really get out to dance too often any more. During the weekend, Carol pulled me aside and said, "Thanks for showing Ian how to dance. I swear, I don't know why he doesn't want to go to his prom. It's not like he doesn't have a date every weekend and he's constantly surrounded by girls."
"Well," I answered, "some people just aren't into that kind of stuff, the formal wear and all the other trappings."
"Yeah. But I am glad you convinced him to go and that you agreed to go with him if he doesn't want to go with anyone else."
"I
do
feel a little weird about it, but if I do end up going, I'll make sure he dances with so many girls, he'll forget I'm there."
"Thanks, I'll owe you a big one for this."
Of course, as the date approached I was becoming more concerned that I'd actually have to go through with the prom thing. Here I was, a forty-three year old possibly going to a high school prom with an eighteen year old. Two weeks until the prom, I had spoken with Carol and it looked like I was it. Wondering how such a hot young man could not have lined up one date completely baffled me. But since I did promise, I went out and bought a knock out prom dress. I also got some hair color to get rid of the little grey I had in my hair.
After talking with Mike, then Carol, I decided the best option was for me to get a hotel room near where the prom was being held. That way, if anyone had too much to drink, they'd have a place to crash. Also, I didn't think I'd want to drive back to Carol and Martin's place after, much less home, so I'd crash nearby and drive home the next day.
The day of the prom eventually arrived and I was still the one Ian was taking. It's like he didn't even
try
to find someone else. I wanted to check into my hotel and have Ian meet me there before going to the prom. Unfortunately, Carol and Martin were getting too into the idea and insisted I go to their place to pose for pictures and pretend everything was normal. I admit, I enjoyed the attention and felt like a teenager again. I got into my nice but simple black strapless dress, fixed my hair and got myself ready. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Damn, you look good." I can't pass as a high schooler, but I think I look darn good with my dark shoulder length hair, green eyes and my hourglass figure.
As the flashes went off before my eyes, I felt more at ease with Ian having his arm around me and holding me while we posed for the an endless number of pictures. Carol and Martin were enjoying the spectacle, but not nearly as much as I was. I know it was Ian's prom, but as far as I was concerned I was the center of attention and I
loved
it.
When we arrived at the prom and I admit that I felt a little nervous. When we entered any hesitation left my mind. After posing for the official photographer, we wandered around the hall looking at the beautiful decorations and settings. Finding our table, we hung out nearby and engaged in small talk. Many of the boys as soon as they noticed us were stepping over each other to meet me and all were very nice. The girls? Well they pretty much ignored me, which really didn't bother me since I wasn't there for them anyway.
We sat down and ate, chatted and enjoyed listening to the music in the background. When the dessert was finally finished and the dance floor was officially opened, Ian grabbed my hand at the first note as if racing to be the first ones. We didn't quite make it, but it was a photo finish. The first couple of songs were fast ones, but the third was slow. Ian held me close to him and I got lost in his strong arms.
He was so smooth and graceful I had a hard time believing he was nervous about going dancing. Something seemed oddly familiar but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, I also noticed that I was becoming aroused. When the song ended, he wanted to stay, but I suggested we go back to the table and take a break, and maybe he could dance with some other girls. He didn't seem interested and I didn't want to force him to do something he didn't. In the end, he did dance with a couple of other girls probably because several of the boys had asked me to dance.
Near the end of the night, Ian and I were pretty much glued to each other on the floor. During another slow song, I realized what seemed familiar. I asked Ian what cologne he was wearing. He told me and I remarked, "That's what Mike wears, mmm I love it."
"Really?" Ian replied nonchalantly.
Thinking about Mike really got my juices flowing. I now regretted the decision to spend the night and really wanted just to drive home and jump him before the door closes.
Suddenly, as if splashed with cold water, I remember part of why I was here. Unfortunately, I was monopolizing Ian and not letting him mingle and dance with the plethora of young women in attendance. Here I was, an old woman reliving my youth and denying Ian his.
Feeling my cheeks flush, I told Ian, "I need to go out and get some air."
"'K, I'll come with ya'."
"No, stay here and have fun, I won't be long."
"Na', I could use some air too, but if you want to stay, I'll come back in a few minutes."
"Deal," I replied.
From the stuffy ballroom, the little breeze from outside felt nice. Unfortunately, being out here on a nice night with a beautiful, clear sky above, I started to feel even more aroused. Ian looked at me concerned, "Your face is getting red, you ok?"
"Sure, just needed some fresh air," I replied.
Walking to the edge of the patio, the slight breeze felt really nice. Noticing several other people spread out on the balcony, talking or holding each other swaying to the beat that wafted out from the main floor. Taking a deep breath I looked out onto the busy highway and streets below. Sensing someone right behind me, I looked and saw Ian gazing up at the sky. Hoping this would quell my rising hormones, I found that it actually intensified them.
"Beautiful night," he said.
"Yes," I answered.
"An almost perfect evening."
Turning to face him, "Almost?"
"Yup."
