Betsy - Reawakened Ch. 02

Betsy was sitting sideways on the maroon couch in the living room of her tasteful home. Her shapely legs were curled up on the cushions underneath her perfect ass; her left arm resting on the back. Her manicured nails were toying with the decorative piping along the edge as she listened to her oldest son's Abbey Road album playing on the console stereo across the room.

She was staring wistfully past the parted beige curtains, through the front windows. It was a brilliant sunny day; the sweet aroma of honeysuckle wafting in the breeze coming through the mesh screens. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath savoring the scent, allowing herself a moment away from the thoughts troubling her.

She was home alone, her life as a full-time housewife leaving her that way often. There were times she lamented not being one of the few mothers that actually worked at a paying job, wishing she'd chosen a career that actually put her college degree to use. In truth she was a rarity for her generation in that she went to college at all. Most of the girls she went to high school with got married during or shortly after; most starting a family within months of their nuptials.

The life of a wife and mother was never on her original path. She was from a small town in central Illinois, and her first goal was to escape the confines that rural community had created. She felt stifled there, knowing there was much more to life than anything that could be offered.

Upon graduating she made the bold decision to attend a large state university in Indiana. In doing so she'd found herself. Her four years at college had a profound impact on the woman she would become. She flourished in that environment. Not only did she excel academically and grew in so many ways spiritually, the discoveries she made sexually were life-changing. She fondly looked back on those four years as her awakening.

It was after graduating college where the path she had originally set out on took a much different turn. It wasn't one of regret. The path chosen was simply different; a role she hadn't envisioned for herself.

That was why the way she was feeling bothered her so much. It didn't happen often. She was a devoted wife and loving mother and she'd learned to thrive in those roles, yet her uneasiness was occurring more of late. She knew part of it was a sense of loss. She wasn't needed as much as a mother anymore. Her oldest son was away at college and had only recently announced his decision to stay on campus over the summer to work, and to continue to basking in his new independence. It was a choice she could easily relate to, but it came as a surprise. He had never shown much self-confidence at home, so it was a good sign that he was excited about where his life was going.

Her youngest was approaching his teenage years at what seemed like light speed. Intellectually he was already there. While he still showed the emotions an eleven-year-old naturally would, he had far more maturity than his brother had at that age. The same could be said of him physically. He was already a versatile athlete, excelling at pretty much any sport he tried.

He had also become very independent, to the point he would be easily agitated at the idea of by being mothered. His personality was so opposite from that of his older sibling that Betsy found herself struggling with what role she should play in his life. It was vastly different from her experience with her first child, who seemed to need her attention constantly. Such was the case with two boys who were so far apart in age it was almost like each was an only child.

With more time on her hands she found herself contemplating that path she'd taken. She didn't hate her life, but having more idle time had her longing for more. She wondered how things might be different had she chosen to stay true to the original plan that college prepared her for.

It was only human to have such thoughts occasionally, imagining if parts of her life would have been better or more rewarding as far as her own self-worth. She loved her husband beyond measure; actually more than ever. And she cherished her boys, loving the gift that was motherhood and the joy they both provided her in their own way. But all of that didn't stop the feeling of melancholy gnawing at her.

That wasn't the reason she was on the couch though. It had more to do with an angst that had been festering inside for the better part of the week. Her attitude was just simply a reflection of that. She was perched in that spot in an almost desperate hope to force a change to her mood, using music and scents to fill her with a fresh outlook.

Waiting there as patiently as she could, the time on her hands had her daydreaming. Wherever that happened it was usually introspective, and it was almost always started with the inquisitive woman she was during her college years.

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She did very well at her university, making the Dean's List in her junior and senior years. She majored in English with a minor in History. As a sophomore her original thinking was to become a teacher. She'd always loved literature and she excelled at writing. She was also drawn to the circumstances of past events, immersing herself into subjects like the American Revolution and the Civil War. It was the idea of researching something that happened in pursuit of facts or new details that had her believing as a senior that a career in journalism would be more rewarding.

She often found it interesting how much her mindset had changed in just two years at school. She didn't change majors but she did alter the path toward her new goal. It was that personal growth that the experience of college created, and it was in that environment that she went from a girl with a dream to a woman with a purpose.

That didn't mean there weren't early challenges. Fall semester her freshman year was a bit rough, what with being away from home for the first time ever. Not only did she have to adapt to the intensity of the schoolwork, she had to learn how to navigate life on a big campus. Things as routine as eating and doing laundry were a mystery in the beginning. There were times she felt lost, as if she were just a number instead of a person. It was easy to disappear and seem invisible amongst the masses.

Part of that was living in a dorm. Her assigned roommate was nice, but they didn't really click. There were so many girls trying to share the community bathroom that she craved more privacy. Juggling homework and a part-time job was a huge adjustment. Three times in the first month she missed dinner in the dining hall because she lost track of time studying in the library across campus and she didn't make it back in time before it closed. She began to wonder if she'd survive her first year.

Things changed when she pledged to a sorority mid-way through the fall. She'd seen a flyer on the wall of the student union and she made the first bold decision of her young life. She wanted more from her experience on campus. The promises of camaraderie, fun and a sense of belonging that were touted on the leaflet appealed to her. By winter semester she had moved out the dorm and was living in a humongous house with roughly thirty other sorority sisters.

It was a quick transition, not bereft with new challenges. But in a few weeks she soon realized it was the change she was looking for.

She'd become fast friends with Carrie Foster, a charismatic girl with a heart of gold. Carrie was full of life and Betsy was drawn to her. She had a worldlier outlook, hailing originally from Chicago. A great deal of her confidence had to do with her upbringing in a big city. Some of it had to do with her looks.

She was blessed with a chest as huge as her personality. While Betsy was modest in the perky B-cup range, Carrie was well beyond a D. It was rare for a young woman in the early 50s to flaunt her bosom if she wasn't some Hollywood starlet, but she was proud of her God-given assets and she wasn't shy about wearing clothes that accentuated her hourglass figure.

The two clicked from day one and became roommates and best friends. Those first few weeks were spent getting to know one another. Betsy explained what life was like growing up in a small, somewhat repressed rural community. Not all the stories were boring, perhaps because of the charismatic way Betsy would tell them. She had a gifted vocabulary and an active imagination. Carrie actually found parts of Betsy's small-town life enchanting.

In turn Carrie would regale Betsy with tales of growing up as a busty young girl in the Windy City. She was often mistaken for someone much older and she took advantage of the attention. While she didn't consider herself the stunning beauty that Betsy was, she was cute, and she had an allure about her from the way she carried herself.

The attention she received became something she craved once she learned about sex. It was easy to admit she learned the hard way, her mother never telling her to be wary of men and their advances. There was no talk about why her body was rapidly changing the way it was, or why she got her first period at age nine. All she knew was she was suddenly different than all her friends.

She'd lost her virginity late in the seventh grade, convincing the guy she was a senior. It didn't seem unusual to her to have sex so young. In her mind it was natural, what with her body maturing early like it had. Her hormones drove her desire to explore her sexuality.

It was a time when many girls dropped out of high school to marry, some as young as fifteen. Carrie had no intentions of doing anything as drastic as that. She knew she loved sex but not enough to fall for someone. She didn't have to. With her looks and her body, she soon discovered she could find a bed partner anytime she wanted. It was a powerful moment she realized she had the upper hand when it came to men.

Betsy learned a lot from Carrie that first year. She wasn't a virgin when she left for college, but sex wasn't the life-affirming event she thought it would be. Her first time was downright awful, which left a distasteful memory she was in no hurry to repeat. It turned out the guy was aggressive and clumsy, to the point it turned her off to the whole idea. It was Carrie that finally convinced her to give it another try, saying she'd been duped by a jerk that professed to be experienced but obviously wasn't. Carrie actually hand-picked someone, setting Betsy up on a date with a guy she'd gone out with, and fucked, knowing it would set Betsy in the right direction.

While he wasn't someone she could see herself ever dating, he gave Betsy the night of her young life. He spent several hours making her feel things she'd never experienced before, even by her own hand. Carrie admitted afterward to being a little jealous when the guy went out of his way to thank her for setting them up, telling her that Betsy was by far the best fuck he'd ever had. This coming from a studly senior football player with numerous notches on his bedpost. Still, that was the event that cemented their friendship.

Having survived their freshman year, they decided to stay on campus during the summer to work. Betsy dreaded the very notion of going back to the small town she grew up in. For Carrie it was actually the opposite. She liked what to her was the smaller, more laid-back environment the college town offered versus the hustle and bustle of Chicago. It was the perfect middle ground for the two of them, and they embraced being there on their own. They had jobs at a restaurant waiting tables while living at the sorority house. There were a lot less girls there during the summer which gave them more freedom. By the time their sophomore year started, Betsy's confidence was soaring; they'd begun to chase men. More accurately, they allowed themselves to be caught quite a bit, all the while pretending to be sweet innocent co-eds on their summer break.

They thought they'd been wild that first year and summer. Shortly into their second, they'd found out they weren't even close. That was because they had yet to be introduced to Paula Wilson.

Paula arrived on campus like a ninety-five-pound tornado of kinetic energy. She never bothered to move into her dorm, firmly planting her sexy body and sexier smile on the doorstep of the sorority house on her very first day. She pledged via the legacy clause, her older sister Aubrey having just graduated the year before. It was odd to Betsy and Carrie that Paula had never visited her sister while there. It was stranger still that they were nothing alike, both in looks and demeanor.

Aubrey was a red-haired bookworm, putting all of her effort and energy into her schoolwork. Paula was an olive-skinned exotic beauty who was the very definition of female impishness. The girl looked like trouble, and she backed that up with a brashness that offended many from the start.

Some of the older sorority sisters in the chapter blatantly stated for the record that the only reason Paula was allowed to join was because of Aubrey. Still others said they should re-write the legacy rules to at least have them go through some kind of screening process. To say she was a disruption the first couple of weeks she was there would be an understatement. She went through three roommates in that time, none of them being able to tolerate her.

Carrie recognized early on what she was doing. It was tradition at the house that only seniors got their own room. Paula was doing what she could to change the status quo. She knew they wouldn't kick her out the first year because of being a legacy. In the meantime, she was playing a game, trying to get her own room.

"I've seen her type before, in Chicago," Carrie told some of the girls. "I can handle her."

"You'd seriously kick out Betsy for that witch," one of the sisters responded.

"I never said anything about kicking out Betsy. We'll take her in our room."

"There's not enough space for three beds in your room, Carrie."

"We never said she'd get a bed, either," Betsy shrugged, showing she supported the idea.

The first few weeks after that were turbulent, Carrie and Betsy having argument after argument with the small spitfire that was Paula. They expected it. After all, she had no choice but to sleep on the floor. It helped that it was two against one. Carrie was much bigger, not only in chest size, but she was a lot taller and therefore she weighed more. And Betsy was freakishly strong. Paula knew getting physical wasn't the right approach, especially against two of them.

But she was the type that wouldn't stop just because she didn't get her way. She continued to push their buttons, hoping to find the right one to get the upper hand.

She thought she'd finally found it one night when a guy showed up at the house looking for Carrie. He said his name was John, which she realized was the name as the stud Carrie had been dating a couple of weeks. While she hadn't met him personally, she'd overheard her and Betsy talking about him, including how incredible he was in bed. Seeing a window of opportunity Paula took him upstairs to their room, telling him he could wait for her there.

Having a man in their room was supposedly forbidden on campus. After all, it was the 50s; that sort of thing just wasn't done. But their sorority always looked the other way on such things. It wasn't prevalent but it happened often enough that no one made a big deal about it anymore. It was one of the perks living in a house versus a dorm.

Betsy and Carrie had taken advantage of that unwritten rule quite often during their freshman year, working out a system for privacy. They'd been forced to curtail it with the arrival of Paula, but they did it because dealing with her was what was best for the rest of the house. As a compromise for taking on Paula, they got use of an open bedroom on the second floor whenever they wanted some personal space, the two of them having the only key. It was the room Paula had set her eyes on. The rest of the girls didn't allow that to happen. They didn't have to because the two sophomores willingly stepped up to deal with the harmony issues the problematic freshman created. As a reward, they were given access to that room whenever they wanted it.

Paula was unaware of their hideaway sanctuary. She obviously knew it existed. She coveted it. But she didn't know her roommates were using it as an escape from her from time to time. In spite of the outward appearance Paula tried to portray, she was actually rather naïve. She played the role of a promiscuous young woman to men, while to women, the exterior she projected was tough and rather obnoxious. In both cases it was a smoke screen to cover up a lot of her insecurities.

For one she was adopted, which always had her feeling inferior to her siblings, all of which were blood related. She was loved by her adoptive parents and she was always treated well by her brothers and sisters. But in her head she knew she was different, and there was a chip on her shoulder because of it.

The other thing she held secret was the fact that she was a virgin. She talked like she'd been with a lot of guys, but in truth she had never gone all the way. The majority of her sexual experience was in the form of handjobs. She'd only given one blowjob in her life and she found it to be distasteful. She was more along the lines of a cocktease, flirting with guys, getting them worked up and then leaving them hard. She'd never allowed anyone to see her naked, or even topless. For all her boasting and bragging about what she'd done in her past, her youthful bravado was all an act and Carrie saw through it from day one.

So it was that Betsy and Carrie would steal private moments in their special room to keep their sanity. They'd not only use it to hook up with a guy from time to time, they'd also study there. Or they'd just hang out, giving them a needed break from the tension Paula created in their room.

That tension seemed like it might go on throughout their sophomore year. Paula was stubborn. But Betsy was infinitely more patient; one of her incredible personal traits. Carrie fed off that, following Betsy's lead, learning how to channel whatever frustration she'd have into self-control. They knew they would outlast Paula. They just needed something to help them break her spirit. That came in the form of John showing up to see Carrie.

It was Betsy that saw Paula taking him upstairs. They'd passed the room as they ascended the stairs toward the third floor and Betsy watched through the peephole in the door. She recognized him right away and wondered what Paula was doing with him.

"Paula's up to something, Carrie," she said as she turned to her friend, who was working on a paper at the lone desk in the room.

"She's always up to something, Betsy. Tell me when she's not. That would be news."

"No, I mean she's up to something. She's got John with her and she just took him upstairs."

"John? My John?"

"In a matter of speaking. But it's not your boyfriend."

Carrie felt the need to correct Betsy, saying "John's not my boyfriend. He's just a guy I screw around with."

"Okay, if you say so. I wasn't talking about him anyway. I'm talking about your other John."

"Who?"

"Your brother," she replied, referring to Carrie's younger sibling.

"My brother? What the hell is he doing here?"

"You invited him, remember? Didn't you want him to come and visit this weekend to celebrate him turning eighteen this week?"

"Shit... that was this weekend?"

Betsy burst out laughing. "Honestly, Carrie, it's a wonder you made it into college."

"Very funny. I'm just saying that I had plans this weekend!"

"Yeah. To be with your brother."

"No, other plans."