The summer after my freshman year of college brought many changes to my life. The most obvious change was in maturity. Though I would not even turn twenty until July, I came home from that first year of college away a much wiser and mature young man. When I had left home the previous fall my plan was to party hard and nail pussy by the score. The first part was easy and rather quickly got old. Like most of the people in my dorm I spent more time drunk then sober that first semester. When I wasn't drinking I was stoned or wasted on some other intoxicating substance. I sampled drugs I did not even know existed before getting to college. At some point in the spring semester I woke up and realized that I was on a path of total destruction. When I stopped getting high I discovered I didn't have any real friends at school. My party gang didn't want a straight guy hanging around. My reputation was already set with the non-party crowd.
The other part of my college plan, nailing pussy wasn't exactly helped by the constant partying. Most of the time when I did get some stoned or drunk chick into bed, I was too high to get it up. The second girl I actually fucked at college gave me clap. I am still not sure if that was worse than the sophomore who was so drunk she threw up on me while sucking my dick. She actually tried to kiss me and get me to fuck her while her dinner dripped off my balls. I don't know how much sex I really had since a lot of the time was a blur. I remember waking up naked with some really ugly chicks. Sometimes I wasn't the only guy in the bed too. What I don't remember was actually enjoying sex that year. After I straightened up I was a virtual monk. The party girls were not appealing and my reputation kept most others far away.
I had already decided to take a year off and find a new school. I planned to take classes at the local college while searching for a place to start over. I knew it was not the school that was my problem. However, I saw little hope of escaping my start if I stayed there. My parents were very supportive even though they didn't know the true extent of my reasons for wanting the change.
There was also a big change in my physical maturity. I am not sure I even noticed it until my mother said something. The previous summer I could have still passed for 16. When I got back from college I was able to be served in bars without being carded. My body had changed in places that only those who knew intimately would see also. At high school graduation my chest was still nearly smooth. That summer the sun bleached my new fur blond. I also continued working out that summer which added more muscle. During the spring I had replaced partying with trips to the gym.
There was another big change that year. I had lost someone that had been as close to me as my own parents. All my life Mrs. Vanderbeck had lived next door to us. She was a widow whose husband had died before I was born. Her only son had died in Vietnam. Our family became her family in a way. My actual grandparents lived far away and she was like a surrogate for them. I think I spent half my childhood at her house. Even as a teenager I always made time for her. She had a stroke and died while I was still in my drug and alcohol phase. I had not talked to her for weeks before the end came. I was young and to me there would always be more time. But there wasn't.
It was very strange to come home and find someone else living in her house. My discomfort passed surprisingly quickly after meeting the new neighbors. Brian and Chelsea Quarters were one of those attractive couples that seemed made for each other. She was 25 and he was 27. He was 6'2", maybe 180 without an extra ounce of fat anywhere. He had wavy sandy hair and piercing blue eyes. Though I don't really notice men all that much he was one of those guys you can't help but see is attractive. She matched his handsomeness with her beauty. Her long reddish brown hair seemed to shimmer as it bounced on her shoulders which were almost always bare that summer. She had unusual and alluring eyes. They were kind of jade in color with what appeared to be sparkling flecks that caused them to change color in different light. She was around 5'8" with the most amazing legs I had ever seen. Her often braless breasts were near perfect orbs that fit the rest of her curvaceous body. The day I met her, her belly shirt showed off her flat tummy. She was the kind of woman that made a young man's dick hard on first glance.
They were also two of the nicest people imaginable. I quickly developed a friendship with them. They helped me through some of my issues including my grief over losing Mrs. Vanderbeck. They had gone through their own wild periods in college. They both had been partiers and freely spoke about alcohol, drugs and promiscuous times. I was surprised to learn that the first time they had had sex was in a group scene. Chelsea was officially dating Brian's roommate at the time. The three of them were partying with two other girls and five other guys. Before the night was over the party became a sexual free for all with the seven guys fucking or being blown by one or more of the three chicks. For the next six months Brian and his roommate shared Chelsea. I was totally stunned that a woman like her had been that kind of chick in college.
That was Brian's junior year. At the end of the year Chelsea, Brian and the roommate went their separate ways. They didn't see each other again until the following spring. They were dating exclusively by the time Brian graduated. They got married a year later. As far as I knew Brian wasn't sharing her anymore. Which I thought was a real shame since I wanted to fuck her very badly. It didn't help quench my desires when she would sun bath in her back yard in a very skimpy bikini. I don't know if she knew that I had a great view from my bedroom window or not. Occasionally, she would have the top of her bikini undone while laying face down. A couple of times when she sat up she 'accidentally' dropped her top giving me a look at those luscious tits. I spent many nights fantasizing about her while jerking off.
Around the end of July Brian got a new job that required him to travel a lot. His first assignment took him away for a whole week. It seemed to me that Chelsea was constantly finding a reason to ask me to come over. It was always to do some little job that she said needed a man. Somehow a five minute job turned into a two hour or longer visit. I guessed that she was just lonely and wanted someone to talk to. I certainly didn't mind. I enjoyed being with her. The only problem was my growing desires. It was hard to control myself being alone with her so much. Even though I had just turned twenty and wasn't very experienced in such things I was also sure she was flirting with me. That made me wonder about her intentions. But nothing happened and Brian got back from his little trip. It seemed they had a little fuck marathon because neither of them emerged from the house for more than a day after he got back. A week later he left for a three week training assignment. The calls to help with little jobs started up again as did the chats and the flirting. During the second of those three weeks she arranged for me to help her clean out the attic. It seemed that Mrs. Vanderbeek's estate had not cleaned out the stuff stored there. Chelsea thought I might like to see what was there before she got rid of what to her was junk.
When she greeted me at the door, Chelsea was wearing one her bikini tops and a pair of shorts that were cut off way above the knee. I remembered a saying my grandmother had; if she bent over she would be showing all her business. Of course the shorts were too tight to revel anything the outline of her hot ass. As I followed her up the stairs I was afraid that I would cream in my shorts. I had no idea what to do about my erection. If she noticed she didn't say anything as we entered the attic.
The house was an old farmhouse which had had the neighborhood grow up around it when the farmer sold off the land. The attic was really more of a third story. There were several pieces of furniture and a myriad of boxes stored there. Mrs. Vanderbeek was a bit of a pack rat. In fact I remembered helping carry a lot of the stuff up there. If not for the dust the furniture was still very nice. I decided to ask Chelsea if I could have any she was going to toss since I planned to get my own place soon. But first we had to go through the boxes.
Chelsea had already told me that she planned to have air conditioning added and make it into a studio. She was a budding artist and to my untrained eye very talented. However, on that day there was only a small fan to fight off the high heat of August. Ten minutes didn't pass before my tee shirt was soaked with sweat. Chelsea offered me a drink from a cooler she had filled with assorted beverages and ice and suggested I remove my shirt. Her comment about my muscles when I tossed the wet cloth to the floor was definitely flirting. Even covered in sweat she was the most beautiful woman I could imagine.
As I began to look through a large box she took and ice cube and slowly ran it down her neck and over her shoulders. I was glad the box was between me and her as my erection immediately returned. The contents of the box soon took my mind off of sex and my cock went flaccid. It was full of picture albums. Some were old family photos including her husband and son and what I imagined were previous generations of her family. There was a box with both her husband's World War II mementos and medals and her son's Vietnam medals. Chelsea joined me as I stared at the gold silhouette of George Washington framed by a purple heart. She put her arm around me and spoke softly.
"It is ok to be sad."
"I know. All those years she had to endure the pain of losing her boy. I was lucky she gave me what she couldn't give him any more."
"That's nice, Matt. I am sure she got as much from you as she gave." "Maybe, but in the end I wasn't there either. Fuck I was too stoned to even call her every now and then!"
"Stop, she knew you were busy at college. Maybe we should stop looking at this stuff for now."
"No I want to do this. But we can't just toss this stuff out. There must be someone in her family that would want it."
