For me, college was a real ordeal. I was away from home in a strange city for the first time in my life with no family or close friends to rely on. I took a full course load of classes and also waited tables to raise money to pay for my dorm room and car payments.
My name is Carrie. I am your typical cute girl next door type with my shoulder length auburn hair, brown eyes and 35C breasts. I am most proud of my legs although my tits to get a lot of admiring stares.
I had been in the work world for many years but tired of my job. I took a gamble and went back to school to earn a bachelor's degree so I could become a nurse. Being thirty and going back to school was a major and often times stressful decision. I rarely had time for a social life and only dated a few times, which was just fine by me since I always had the worse luck with guys. Actually, I always admired older, successful men since they had their act together. It helped if they still kept their looks and stayed in shape.
So I dated a few of my professors and I always admired a touch of grey in their hair, such a turn-on! Unfortunately, these men were more worldly than me and it was easy for them to take advantage of me. I got a steady stream of empty promises from them but I always ended up feeling used and alone. Finally, all that emotional anguish, schoolwork and job left me completely burned out.
One day I got a phone call from Angela, a long time family friend. Angela was a department manager at the local phone company back in my hometown. Angie is the bomb! She is in her late thirties, divorced for many years, extremely confident and smart. She has one child, a son, who was about to begin studies at the local junior college. His name is Sam, a slightly gangly, lean kid with an easy smile but not much for conversation. I guess that was pretty typical for most eighteen year old boys but he was basically a good kid who kept out of trouble and always helped out around the house. He is good with cars and Angie said he did the routine maintenance on her car and did lots of repairs around the house. Angie spent a lot to time teaching Sam to be independent and tried to instill a sense of confidence in him.
Angie asked me about my studies and generally wanted to know about my life away at college. At first, I tried to smooth things over but Angie knows me too well and would not let me get away with giving her some superficial BS. Finally, I felt comfortable enough to tell her about my frazzled existence and about my emotional distress dating older men.
"You just come on home and spend some time at my place for summer break," she said.
I did not want to be a burden but as usual, Angie was insistent and soon enough I was making plans to spend the two- month semester break at her place. It sound like a great way to let off some steam and get back to my hometown to see some old friends and generally relax.
Angie greeted me at the front door of her house with a warm kiss on each cheek and a big firm hug. Gosh, it was so nice to be away from all my stress and my problems, if only for a couple of months. As Angie led me upstairs to the spare bedroom where I would be staying, I heard the front door close. 'That must be Sam", Angie explained.
I remember Sam as a gawky thirteen year old with a mop of black hair and big brown eyes on a wiry frame that needed filling out. When I now met Sam, I can see that he had grown several inches but was still on the lean side. He did not like to look directly at someone when he spoke and was a little quiet. He had a lot of friends but I don't think there was a girlfriend in the picture.
Sam gave an offhanded "Hi" but offered little else. I was not offended but realized he was self -conscious meeting an attractive woman twelve years older than him. I had this effect on other young boys who I met so I was used to it and did not think anything of it.
I put my suitcase in my room and changed from my dress into a pair of comfortable jeans and a pull over sweater. Angie came up to my room and sat by the edge of the bed as I began unpacking the rest of my clothes. She wanted to know more about what was going on at school and I guess just being up and moving around made conversation easier for me. I told her about all the stress I was under and eventually, I broke down and cried from all the frustration I was feeling. Angie reached over and took my hand and pulled me over to the bed and I sat down next to her and put my head on her shoulder and just let it all out and the tears flowed freely. Angie gently stroked my hair and reassured me all would be ok soon.
I told her I wished that were true but in the fall, I would be back to my crazy schedule and lonely existence at college and back in the whirlwind of studying, exams, work and no social life. I heard Angie say, "HMMMMM....Well, I think I might have an idea to help you.:
She quietly asked, "Why don't you take a semester off to clear your mind and relax and get rid of all that stress. You look like you are ready to explode of you don't chill out."
Angie offered to put me up at her place and I could live in the very room I was in now and it did seem like a good option. She said we could talk more later but it was time for dinner so we went downstairs to the kitchen.
When dinner was ready, Angie called upstairs to Sam to come down for dinner and a few minutes later, he walked into the dining room and sat down. I looked over at him as we ate and he tried hard not to make eye contact with me but I could tell he stole some long glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking. Of course I was flattered but he was only eighteen so no big deal
Sam took off to meet some friends so he basically ate and ran. That left Angie and I alone for the evening so we could spend more time talking, which was a comfort me, since I desperately needed to unburden myself to someone over the stress I had been under for so long.
We quickly cleared the dinner dishes and I loaded up the dishwasher. We sat in the living room on a really comfortable couch and over a glass of wine, Angie told me that my being there potentially solved not only my problem but one of hers as well.