I had a choice of three universities, two out of town and one in town. It was a difficult choice. The one in town allowed me to live at home and save a ton of money with living expenses and I got along well with my parents, so that wasn't an issue.
The one furthest away had a slightly better program, but travelling home at school breaks would be an issue and I simply didn't want to be that far away from my family. That left choice number three and it became my first choice when I learned that my friend Emily was going to that university and she could arrange a room at the place she was staying.
Leaving home was difficult and the only ones sadder than me were my mom and dad. My dad was seldom emotional, but he even had a few tears drip down his cheeks. The night before, we had watched home movies and reminisced about all the funny and sad things that had been a part of our lives.
Last night, Dad quickly skipped over the video that included my last boyfriend, taken at Christmas time. We had dated for six months and it was just before Christmas that I gave my virginity to him. Between Christmas and new year that's all he wanted to do and when I suggested we stop for a while, he left me. I was extremely hurt and both my mom and dad tried their hardest to put a smile back on my face.
It took months, but there were still times that I felt used and swore off guys. If I wanted sexual release, I would please myself or even try with another girl. For months I would tease guys and then act innocent. I wanted to be in control of my body, not them.
Emily and I shared a house with Carl. He studied hard and played harder and girls flocked to him. He became like an older brother to us and any guy who approached us had to pass his approval. We didn't mind this; it was kinda cute and we both had far more interest in our grades rather than partying.
One night we did sleep together and the bliss we shared was heavenly, but one we didn't share again.
We spent a great deal of time together and went home every long weekend and holiday. We were so close that my mom asked if we were lovers. I did tell her about our night together, but that it was a one time thing. That was the first time that mom told me about her experimentation in college as well.
During second year, dad told me that mom had not been feeling well and they were awaiting the results of tests she had undergone. Six months later, mom had died and father and I were alone. It was difficult for me and harder for dad. For six months he was like a zombie and nothing I did could ease the pain of our loss.
For third year, I decided to switch to the local university. Emily did the same and she helped ease my dad out of his dark state. He wasn't his old self, but he was able to smile and there were more good days than bad ones.
The three of us took up skiing that winter and by the end of season we had advanced from the bunny hills to the more challenging ones. As the last weekend of the year approached, dad surprised us with reservations at one of the cottages for the closing weekend.
"Thanks, Mr. Hill," Emily said. "This has been a fantastic weekend."
Dad smiled. He had lost a wife, but gained a step-daughter.
"It's been my pleasure and it's such a joy to have both you and Sarah with me."
"Dad. Mom loved your smile and I do to. I've missed seeing it and I think it may be back to stay."
"I think so too, sweety," Dad said. "I think so too."
The school term was coming to an end and the only thing left was a week of exams. Emily and Sarah studied together on the courses they took and after dinner, Sarah went to study with a friend on a course that Emily wasn't taking.
Mr. Hill was pleased with the grades Sarah and Emily were getting and studying together helped reduce the pressure, but he saw that Emily was going at it for too long and suggested a break.
Mr. Hill picked a movie and while Emily made the popcorn, he settled on the couch and forwarded the film past the opening credits. The scent of hot buttered popcorn filled the house and Emily walked in with one big bowl.
Mr. Hill expected a bowl for each, with Emily sitting in the lounger, however, she sat on the couch and placed the bowl between them. Half way through the romantic comedy, Emily moved the empty bowl to her right and shifted closer to Mr. Hill.
Her left hand moved between them and the outside of their hands touched. Mr. Hill was about to move his hand away, but the warmth and softness of Emily's hand reminded him of his wife's touch. He loved her touch on his hand, his arm, his hair and his forehead. He also loved when her fingers curled around his cock, but even a light touch anywhere was sheer bliss for him.
