Mom's Friend Helps Me Outbygoodnnnight©
On reaching 18 and having had a big party, and then securing a place at university I felt things couldn't be better. But whilst I studied in a seemingly male dominated year and location I began to have envious feelings for those I'd left back home. Most of my friends were hooked up with girls, some that I'd even wanted to get hooked up to myself, and here was I, working for the future but missing out on today.
Every term break and visit back home deepened my disappointment about not having a girl, to a point on one occasion I didn't want to go back to uni.
On this particular occasion my parents booked a late holiday and the start date co-incided with when they were supposed to take me back, although I was intent on not going back anyway so I didn't really care.
I overheard my mum telling her friend on the phone that they would have to put me in a taxi and that will reduce their bargain by about £100. But then my mum seemed to be listening and saying quite a few things like "oh right, ok then."
When she came off the phone she told my dad that she had saved him the £100 taxi fare, her friend Julie had offered to take me. I'm still not going, I thought to myself.
Julie had been a friend of mum's since they lived next door to each other when I was younger and before we moved to where we are now, but they still kept in touch. They often visited each other for things like parties where women buy things in the home, and just general socialising and other parties. I couldn't quite remember Julie when we lived next door to her but as I grew through my teens I occasionally had private thoughts about her, I'm sure you know what I mean. She always seemed interested in how I was getting on at school and then sent me a good luck card when I started uni.
The last time they came to our house I remember her saying how she couldn't believe how much I'd grown since she last saw me a few months earlier, and although feeling a little embarrassed to be centre of attention I remember thinking that I was now fractionally taller than her husband. I was also about 4 inches taller than my mum who in turn was about 2 inches taller than Julie although my mum was about 10 years older than her.
What I specifically remember about that evening was frequently being in a good position to look down Julie's blouse that was already showing a good portion of cleavage without the added advantage that a higher angle gave.
Julie had 2 young children and was probably in her very early 30s, she had short straight brown hair and brown eyes, a well shaped curvy figure without being thin or fat, and a wonderful chest that always seemed to strain against her tops or be on show to some extent. Thinking further, to help describe, I would guess she's about 130lbs and I'd also guess 36 or 38d up top, which for a little women not much over 5 foot tall is quite impressive I think.
Anyway, my parents left for their holiday about 4am and Julie called round about 9am. I told her I didn't want to go, and after much sympathetic prying and encouragement she eventually got me to back down and get my bags. We didn't say much in the car, other than me giving her directions and her trying to be cheerful about my prospects, saying how proud my parents were of me and how pleased she was that I was doing so well.
My two roomies weren't going to arrive until later so I unlocked and led the way in, dumping the bag of food on the kitchen table as we walked through, then into my small room putting my bag of clean washing on a chair. Julie close behind asking where she should put the bag she was carrying.
"Back in the car, I don't want to stay here," I said.
With a sigh that said "look we've been though this," Julie became more direct.
"Are you being bullied?" she asked.
"No," I quickly replied.
"If you are you should tell someone," she went on.
"I'm not, nothing like that," I said.
"Is the work too hard for you," she probed.
"No, its not the work," I said.
"You don't like the people? The teachers? The students?" she kept on.
"No they're all great, its just, its," I almost told her.
"What then," Julie probed, probably thinking she was close to unlocking the mystery.
"I can't tell you, it's not something I want my parents to know, or anyone else really," I said.
"Is it something sexual," Julie pried.
I looked at her, wondering if she had guessed what I was thinking.
"You're not gay?" she quietly asked.
"NO," I loudly replied, "nothing like that, the opposite in fact." I added.
"What then?" Julie asked.
"I can't tell you because I know you wont keep it to yourself," I sadly confided.
Julie looked at me and thought for a while. There was an awkward silence.
"I promise I won't tell anyone," Julie broke the silence.
"I think you will though, my mum, your husband, I know you'll tell someone if I told you, look lets just go back home," I tried to give the option for us to leave.
"I'm not going to let you throw this chance away, I promise you this will stay between us, unless we both agree that someone else should know," she said. I guess I wanted to tell her, to see her reaction.
"Ok, well its like this, I see my mates with girls, some that I would have had a chance with, most of them saying they are doing it, and every time I go back I think I could have met someone back home, but here I cant seem to, the way I feel right now I'd give up everything just to have sex," I sadly declared.
Again there was an awkward silence, before Julie told me that I was being silly and that I'd meet someone soon enough.
I picked up my bag and said I wanted go right back home.
Julie put her hands on my chest, saying "no, you must stay, you must."
I released my bag, saying "I want to stay, I want to do it for you otherwise I wouldn't have come today, but I also want do something else that I think I need to go back for".
Her hands were now on my shoulders. "Everything will work out fine eventually, your parents will be devastated if you don't stay, please say you'll stay," she pleaded.
I put my hands on her waist and bowed my head. There were a few more exchanges, me wanting to go, her wanting me to stay.
It was then, with her hands on my shoulders, and mine on her waist, that I looked her in the eyes. We stood looking at each other. Me holding a woman I considered beautiful, one I was certainly attracted to, and her holding me.
I kissed her lips.
"Michael," she said softy, not indicating if she was angry or pleased.
I kissed her again. And then again, a longer more passionate kiss. It was only 3 kisses, but the softness of her lips already had my erection growing.
"Help me stay," I lamely uttered, wanting to say something, not wanting to ask outright for sex, but wanting to indicate that I was enjoying this unexpected turn of events.
Julie's mixed expression was one of shock and confusion. But I slid my arms around her waist pulling her towards me and we kissed again. Her large soft breasts pressing against my chest as my hands roamed her back, feeling the bra straps and clasp under her blouse. I knew that she would now be able to feel my full erection against her stomach.
Her hands took a tighter grip of my neck and I sent my hands in different directions, my right towards her bottom and my left towards the side of her right breast. Stroking her skirt with one hand and the side of her bra cup with the other, I was pleased that we were still kissing and that I wasn't getting a smack in the face.
I slid my left hand between us allowing my thumb to imitate a car window wiper as it moved over her breast, supported by gentle squeezing actions from the rest of my hand. A little gasp escaped from her mouth.
"Michael, we can't do this," Julie gasped.
"Do you want me to stop and come home with you?" I asked. Her reply being suitable to both the stop and the come home parts of the question.
I squeezed her breast harder as we resumed our kiss. My tongue slipping between her slightly parted lips until it met hers. As our tongues tangled I began undoing the buttons on her blouse, our heavy breathing now seemingly in unison as she made no attempts to stop my fumbling efforts to undress her. I gripped her buttock towards me making sure she could feel my erection against her and her response was to hold me tighter around my shoulders.
My hand slid inside her undone blouse and I sighed as felt her full breast partially through the smooth bra and partially the bare flesh above the bra cup. Smooth that was apart from the hard nipple pressing from under it. I dipped my head to kiss the bare parts of her breasts and started to gather her skirt up while she caressed my head. I heard her moan as my left hand darted between her legs and began rubbing the warm area through her knickers. My right hand undid the button and zip on the back of her skirt and it gradually fell to the floor.
I straightened up and let go of her, looking at her standing still before me, her lovely little legs, her exposed bra and cleavage, her knickers and her open blouse as I bent to take off my trainers and socks. Our eyes seemed to be locked together as I pulled my t-shirt off in silence, and started to undo my jeans. Julie finally moved, undoing the buttons on her cuffs and then taking her blouse completely off. The bulge in my boxers like a tent pole as I got my jeans completely off.
Julie had moved her hands to behind her back, and as I approached I saw the straps slacken, my hands eagerly on her waist, moving upwards ready to take advantage of the undone bra. In what couldn't have been a better precision movement, my hands were on her bare breasts a millisecond after the loosening bra allowed them to be. Julie moaned as I groped the best pair of tits I could have imagined, while she completed the removal of her bra and dropped it to the floor.
I swear if I ever meet a woman with tits as good as hers I'll marry her.
They were big, soft, shapely, creamy white with pale pink circles round pale pink nipples which were hard yet spongy to feel. The size of them more than filled my hands as I pushed them up, squeezed them, pulled them and generally groped them as best I could with the inexperience I had.
Locked in a kiss we moved to the bed and got on it side by side. I didn't know how much foreplay to try and engage in but tried to show I was willing for anything she wanted. Leaving her lips I kissed her throat and her chest before kissing each breast as my right hand moved from her breasts to her stomach and into her knickers. Her pubic hair was short and didn't cover much of an area which suggested she must shave and trim, and I allowed my mouth to drop over her left nipple as felt her warm pussy lips. I think I might have sucked too hard with excitement as my finger wet into her warm wet hole. She held my head and moaned and I looked up at her for guidance. There was none as her eyes were closed, and I wondered what I should do next. I gripped the side of her knickers as her eyes opened, and began to pull on them. She arched her back slightly and raised her bottom off the bed enough for me to pull them down the side of her left thigh. We then repeated the process on the right side and she raised her knees in turn to let me get them completely off.
As I didn't know what I should do next I lay back beside her and this time she moved, first kissing my chest then looking at me as she pulled my boxers down. I did the same as she did moments earlier, arching my back and raising my knees until we were both completely naked.
She was practically sat up as her hands stroked my thighs and then made me gasp as one hand cupped my balls. The corners of her closed lips seemed to let out a disguised smile, and then smiled fully as her other hand wrapped around my cock. I wondered if she was laughing at my reaction, but frankly I didn't really care.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she started to slowly wank me. The feeling of this being done to me by a beautiful naked MILF felt a millions times better than when I've done it myself thinking of her. For a second I hoped she might suck me but as she let go she started to move back into place alongside me. I felt her breasts against my chest as we kissed again, my body spasms clearly showing the effect her training hand was having as it slowly moved up my body from my cock to my chest.
I moved her onto her back and kissed her again, moving my right leg across hers. This was it, I thought to myself as Julie's legs parted, leaving space for my left leg to join my right.
I was now between her parted legs, her naked body beneath mine, on my student bed, my cock waving between us and brushing her neatly trimmed pussy.
Her hands rested on my shoulders as she smiled at me. I tried to smile back as I guided my cock to her entrance. I could feel the warmth of it before I made contact, and as I did she actually gasped. I did too as I slid into her, all kinds of joyous thoughts rushing through my mind. As I completed the final push Julie moaned beneath me. I started to slowly fuck her, my cock going all the way in and almost all the way out. Julie was softly moaning and I wondered if she was doing this for my benefit or genuinely enjoying it. I thought of how lucky her husband was to have sex with her, and wondered how often they did it. I also wondered what he might think if he knew I'd fucked her, and then wondered if she had let anyone else fuck her since she'd been married. I'm pretty sure a lot if guys will have wanted to.
I tried to support my weight on my right arm as my left hand felt Julie's naked body, especially her right breast. My thrusting into her was getting faster and harder, and our kisses stronger as we both grunted and gasped. I thought how fantastic it was that I was finally having sex, with this naked married woman, my mother's friend, laying beneath me while my cock was in her, willingly letting me fuck her. I couldn't hold out any longer and I groaned as I started to come inside her, Julie seemingly gripping me tighter as she enjoyed being fucked by her young stud. We lay together for a while before Julie said "I'd better be getting back."
"Can I see you again," I asked hopefully.
"I don't know, it might be difficult," she replied.
Luckily the last couple of times I've been home I've managed to grasp an opportunity to see her while she's been alone, and thankfully she's let me continue where we left off. My feelings of jealousy towards my mates are no longer as strong.