Our Love.
Chapter Three- Hannah.
The college twisted Michael's perceptions and how to use his profiling or 'reads' of the people around him. It was clear in the second semester that college was simply a microcosm of the wider society. There were the haves and the have-nots. Those with power and those without. The elites and the proletariat.
Michael didn't like the assumed labels he was saddled with. The elites ignored him, the cool kids but then they didn't know about his 'reads'. Michael had settled in quickly to study his 100-level courses, flew through the midterms, and impressed his tutors with his natural ability. In the social circles, however, he felt hemmed in and constrained, and he didn't like that.
He saw beautiful girls but almost none of them didn't give him the time of day. He didn't like that.
Finally, the jerks that shared his house were brash and he didn't like that.
He took menial jobs to supplement his income, especially in the summer, they were laborious, but the garden work gave him a workout. What he was initially unaware of is that when he was stripped to his shorts in the hot sun, he was being observed behind drapes and the slatted blinds. Being in the real world, gave him access to real people, and of course, to real women; real women who were sexually frustrated and enjoyed the attention of a toned, muscular boy instead of their flabby, gone-to-seed husbands. At first, it was for fun, he was working in stores in the town, away from the college and attending lectures and seminars to keep a very high GPA, but money was always in short supply. Picking up $50 here and there wasn't paying the ever-increasing outgoings of maintaining a college life, and neither was his sex life. The girls at college were uninteresting, Michael sought other attractions.
Then, he struck upon the idea of approaching these housewives and offering to do jobs for them daily. He had already picked out which wives to approach and soon, he had wormed his way into their homes, their affections and most importantly their beds. With this particular fetish for the older woman still very much fixed in his arousal, Michael complimented and cajoled a variety of moms to take him to their beds and show him the benefit of their experience. As with other men, he had his favourites and of course, they paid him promptly for his work, which was completed rapidly but efficiently so no suspicion could be aroused, as the rest of the bay was spent in the arms of the still highly attractive mothers in the suburban streets.
One such Mother was Hannah, a real curvaceous figure of a woman, who even introduced Michael to her gorgeous stepdaughter, Kira, as a convenient cover for his continued visits to the house. The most convenient part of this was the frequently absent husband. As he spent time with Hannah, he found her wanted the delicious espresso coffee-skinned woman, and through his precise profiling, he knew exactly what to say and when to say it, however as he also got to know the daughter, a sophomore at a college on the other side of town, a dilemma emerged.
He wanted her too.
One lovely Saturday morning, Michael was putting up shelves in Kira's room, under the supervision of Hannah. Hannah, being a hot day had worn a simple cotton strappy top and a pair of cut-off denim that was a sight to behold. Her pert, but full breasts were barely contained in the top, her nipples prominent and obvious and the shorts were perfectly shaped over her ass. Michael was uncertain, she had neglected to wear panties this morning Micheal took the plunge,
"It's a pity Mr Lee can't do this for you, and you're left with no option but to employ my amateur efforts" He glanced over his shoulder and observed Hannah watching his tight ass intently as he moved. Of course, Michael had worn his tightest running shorts for her enjoyment and bare-chested.
"Oh, my husband is no good at any do-it-yourself. He hasn't mounted a ladder in years, "She answered and then spoke her thoughts out aloud, "he hasn't mounted anything in years either!" She sighed, as Michale stepped down and looked at her directly.
"Then he is a fool!" He replied, "You are completely stunning and any man would give his right arm to love you, "Michael pitched this perfectly,
"Michael, I'm old enough to be your mom!" She blushed and looked down and was now suddenly aware of just how few clothes she had chosen.
But she knew exactly what she had chosen and why. This cute white kid had paid her some much attention in the last weeks that she had fantasized about him in her lonely bed. Her fingers had found her aching pussy on more than one occasion and conjured up his face as she imagined him fucking her.
"Nonsense, you're twice the woman than most. I think you're incredible and very sexy!" Michael pushed it, and to make the point stepped closer. Her bodily aroma was intoxicating, a woman in her prime and woefully neglected, "I like Kira, but you are twice the woman she will be, I fear, "
Hannah looked at the boy's well-toned chest muscles, tight abs and then the huge, thick snake growing in the thin cotton shorts, "Oh my, are you getting stiff?" Hannah asked the foolish question.
"I'm sorry," Michael half-turned and covered himself, "I can't help it!" Michael played his last card, " I shouldn't but I think you're amazing," He injected a clear stammer and Hannah Lee fell for it completely.
