Alright, so I last told you about Becky in Young Jason's Experiences. Becky had received a call from her friend Rhonda when we were together, and that planted the idea in my head that Becky would have some friends possibly as gorgeous as herself.
After Becky and I parted ways, I felt so satisfied and I just hoped that she felt the same way. We both agreed that we would have to get together again, and the thought that she had enough fun to want more in the future made me feel great.
My schedule got pretty busy for me in the next few weeks, and I wasn't able to get time to myself on the weekends, which was when Becky said she was available. On one of these weekends, I called Becky and had a little conversation with her despite the fact that we wouldn't be able to get together.
"Do you have hot friends?" I asked kind of out of the blue.
"Oh of course. We call ourselves the Single Moms Club."
"Do any of them like younger guys?" I asked, hoping against hope that she would hook me up with her friends.
"Oh, they think I'm absolutely insane for what I did with you."
"You told them about me?"
"Yeah. They think it's funny, but crazy. You have to remember that we're all in our 40s. Rhonda thinks it's fabulous, though."
"What does Rhonda look like?"
"Oh, she's darling. She's blonde, short . . . just a doll."
I was getting excited having this gorgeous mom describing her friend to me. This friend was supportive of what Becky and I did a few weeks before, and my mind started to race through the possibilities.
"So does she like younger guys, then?" I asked.
"I don't know. I'll ask her next time it comes up. Do you want to meet her?"
"Sure. If what you're saying about her is right, then definitely. Would you be there if I met her?"
"Oh no," she said with a little laugh.
I was disappointed to hear that, but my heart didn't sink like I thought it would.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Oh I've been there and done that. Those days are long, long behind me, but I think it'd be great if you met her if she's for it. That's fine, but I won't be there."
Our conversation went on for a little bit longer before she had to get going. She added one quick thing before she left. "Well, I'll give you a call when I'm available and we'll set something up. Let's do that again." She said the last part with a little sinister laugh and it turned me on. She was telling me that she did not want our fucking days to be over.
I had my answer now. Becky did not want to get together with both me and Rhonda, but she was totally fine with us getting together. On top of that, she wanted to continue having sex with me whenever we both had free time. All in all, it's not a bad situation for me to be in, right?
Days later, I was watching TV when my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize, but I answered anyway.
"Is this Jason?" a sexy woman's voice said. True, just about any woman's voice is sexy to me, but this one was definitely hot.
"Yes it is." I said
"Hi Jason, this is Rhonda. I'm Becky's friend."
I was instantly turned on. She was calling me. "Hey Rhonda. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm good. I hear you give great massages." She said with a big laugh.
"Well I like to give them. It actually relaxes me, you know what I mean? Did you want a massage?" I said with a little laugh of my own, trying to sound like I was semi-joking just in case she didn't want to get one.
"Really? You wouldn't mind? I mean, you wouldn't mind hanging out with someone twice your age? I know you spent time with Becky so I should believe it but it's just tough to understand why you'd want to hang out with an old mom like me."
"Moms are great. I don't know."
At this point, there was actually a little bit of doubt in my mind. I don't like arrogant women who know they're gorgeous, but the way Rhonda was talking made me think she might not be that hot. A really gorgeous woman wouldn't be surprised to find that a horny young guy would want to spend time with her. Then I decided that I was really happy with the way Rhonda was talking. She didn't sound like the kind of woman who knows that anyone would sleep with her. She sounded like she would be the type of mom that would be thankful for getting attention from a younger man. Then I thought of how incredibly hot Becky is. If Becky said that Rhonda is "darling" then she probably is.
"Well, if you're serious about that, then yeah, I'd love a massage. When are you free?"
"I'm not doing anything now. Are you busy?"
"No, actually. I'm just sitting at home. My son is with his dad, so I'm kind of bored."
"So you're saying that now is massage time, huh?" I suggestively said with a laugh.
"Sure. You want to come over?"
"Yeah, that'd be fine."
She told me how to get to her place which was about 20 β 30 minutes from my place, so I took a quick shower and headed out the door.
My heart had been pounding throughout the conversation with Rhonda and ever since. Time could not pass quickly enough for me, and I was ecstatic when I finally pulled up to the house that her directions led me to.
It was that somewhat familiar mixture of nerves and excitement that was coursing through me as I walked up to her front door. I had been happy to see that I was driving through a very nice suburban neighborhood on my way to her place, and her house looked very, very nice.
I rang the doorbell. The moment of truth for me had arrived. I was now about to see the woman I had been trying to picture ever since I heard about her from Becky. I heard her pad up to the door and saw the door open a little bit when she poked her head out from behind the door like I so often see moms do. My thoughts slowed to a standstill. I just looked at her as she looked into my eyes with such a soft look that it put me at ease.
"Hi Jason." She said with a huge smile on her face and with a little laugh.
She maintained that pose for not even a split second before she straightened up and opened the door all the way, putting her entire body in full sight. I've been struggling to find the words to describe how I felt about her appearance. I felt amazed, breath-taken, and transfixed.
She was short, probably 5'2" or 5'3", and that immediately turned me on. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and her face was GORGEOUS. She did not look old, but rather aged to perfection. She was 44 and she had a wonderful mature beauty. I forced myself to remember that she wanted me to come over to her house knowing full well what I had done with her best friend a couple weeks before. With this in mind, I didn't know what to focus my attention on. She was wearing a tight little yellow shirt, and not knowing much about clothes and such, I don't really know how to describe it other than to say that it's a typical woman's shirt. It had little sleeves that only went a short way down her upper arms. I could tell that she was in shape. Her arms looked tight and I could not see any stomach pushing up against her shirt above her waist which I so often see with women her age.
Of course, she could have had a sizeable pouch that wouldn't have been detectable to me at all because her gorgeous boobs were pushing her shirt way out into the air in front of her. I was entranced. She must have been a D or DD cup. Oh my goodness, I was salivating.
The pants that she was wearing were perfect. She was wearing those very thin cottony Capri-type pants. They tightly hugged her hips and ass and loosely fell down the rest of her legs to where they stopped, mid-way down her calves. They were white, and looked so hot right underneath her yellow shirt. The white was made even brighter by her very tan skin. Her legs looked very shapely from what I could see and her feet looked so sexy to me. They really popped because her toes were painted with a darker color. I think it was purple, but maybe it was blue. I'm pretty bad with colors.
Her whole look said that this was a woman who wore trendy clothes. She was a mom who dressed with the times. Even her around-the-house clothes were sexy and fashionable.