I'm not sure if Chris intended to be so dramatic when he locked the door to his dorm room, but when he flipped that dead bolt and it made its loud thunk, it conveyed to all five of us still inside that a lot more than some innocent fingering was about to go down. And while I was certainly excited to be a part of any sexual escalation to come, after all I was the one who suggested it, I did have one important request to make before any of that could commence.
Me (quite embarrassed at having to ask this): "Chris, I'm so sorry... but before you lock us all in, is there any way I could use the restroom first? I really have to pee!"
Chris (very apologetically): "Oh my god, of course, Becca! Here let me show you to the bathroom."
And with that, the barely 19-year-old college freshman soccer player leads me down his hallway to where there's a large multi-use bathroom for males, as well a couple of individual private bathrooms for anyone else. And in this instance, 'anyone else' means a 39-year-old recently separated mom who's been trapped in a sexless marriage for what seems like forever and is now over compensating by basically throwing herself at a dorm room full of horny boys. Okay, maybe that's an over simplification of the situation, as it doesn't give any credit to just how charming, sweet, adorable and funny these boys are. Not to mention, handsome, fit, strong, and sexy.
I came here tonight with two goals in mind. I wanted to finally feel wanted, and then I was hoping to have some sort of a physical release as well, in other words get laid. And while both of those prospects are looking very promising at the moment, what I hadn't planned on, was feeling such a genuinely enjoyable connection with someone, let alone multiple people. I think I assumed I was going to find some young student and just anonymously use him for his youthful horniness. But instead, I've met an entire group of boys that I've enjoyed hanging out with so much, that it has me questioning whether I really need to protect my anonymity, or if there's any scenario where it'd be okay for me to keep in touch with them after tonight. Rationally, I know that would be insane, but it's kind of crazy I'm even contemplating it.
Anyway, once I'm in the bathroom I sit down to pee, and it's quite the relief after how badly I had to go. I'm sure all those vodka lemonades Chris made me are to blame, but considering how good they have me feeling right now, they were worth it. Once I finish, I make my way over to the sink to wash my hands.
As I look at myself in the mirror, I fix a few stray strands of hair, and then I start thinking about my husband Greg. I kind of wish he could see me right now and what I'm about to do. Not to rub it in his face that I'm about to have sex with other people, or to show him how unsatisfied I had been with him all these years, but rather for him to get a chance to see the part of me that's been hidden for so long. To be honest, I have no idea what he'd actually think about me and what I'm doing here. I don't know whether he'd be disgusted, take pity on me, or perhaps even laugh at me and think I was ridiculous for throwing myself at boys the same age as our son.
But no matter what his initial reaction was, I'd love for him to see firsthand just how different he and I are, in case he ever finds himself doubting that our splitting up was a mistake. Because as I look at myself in the mirror and think about how excited I am to head back into that dorm room, the only regret I can possibly imagine feeling, is that if anything, we waited too long to move on from our failed marriage. It's a great feeling to be that confident in a decision, and there's no question I would want him to feel the same way.
I open the bathroom door to head out, and of course Chris is still there waiting for me, the sweetheart that he is. He leads me back down the hall, and as we get close we can actually hear some loud scraping noises coming from inside their room, as if the other three boys are in the process of rearranging the room's furniture. We open the door and Ethan, Raj, and Dave look up with the cutest guilty looks on their faces. Apparently, they've dragged one of the beds, which I believe is Ethan's, out from the corner of the room to where it's smack dab in the middle of the floor.
Ethan (shyly): "We thought maybe we should move my bed out a little? To give us more space?"
I don't respond immediately, as instead I'm kind of looking around their room post rearrangement with this single, small bed set apart as if it's purposefully on display. The bed itself is extremely basic, like something I might imagine a prison having. It consists of a two-inch thick mattress on a basic metal frame that's probably no more than 18 inches high. It certainly doesn't offer up any mental images of extreme comfort, but there's something both charming and erotic about imagining me lying naked on there, in the middle of this room, with all four of them surrounding me.
Raj (probably wondering why I haven't said anything): "Sorry, we can move it back to where it was..."
Me (smiling): "No, I think it's perfect."
You know it's funny, having raised a son all the way up to and through high school, it's safe to say I'm pretty good at seeing right through the bullshit that teenage boys will try to pass off from time to time. I'm far from the only mom that has this ability, as we all seem to have this mother's intuition that allows us to see so clearly when someone that age is actually being genuine, or if they have some sort of ulterior motive lurking in the background. I swear we can see it a mile away.
But the funny thing about these four boys right now, is that they seem to be completely genuine in their actions, but at the same time are definitely harboring a little guilt, and the combination is absolutely adorable. It's as if they're trying their hardest to be nice and respectful, but for some reason they must think they're doing something they're not supposed to be doing. As if they're somehow taking advantage of me? The ironic thing is, I'm the one who came to their dorm under completely false pretenses, and then in addition to lying to them, bought them all alcohol they're too young to legally drink. If anyone is being taken advantage of, it's definitely them and not me.
But anyway, as soon as I confirm that I'm actually pleased with their room's rearrangement, it's as if that was the final go ahead they've been waiting for all along. Within just a few seconds, all four of them, Chris the gorgeous soccer player, Ethan the tall, deep-voiced, virgin engineering student, Raj, the Indian tennis player, and Dave, the wise-cracking and most sex-obsessed member of the group, all converge on me like moths to a summer light.
Chris, who has been the de-facto leader of the group from the very beginning, takes the bottom of my black, spaghetti strap top into his two hands and begins to slowly bring it up. I respond by raising both my arms up high, giving him the go ahead, and he obliges by effortlessly lifting my camisole up and over my head. I then feel Dave start working on the clasp to my bra, and no sooner have I lowered my arms back down than he's on the front side of me waiting to slide my simple black brassiere off my hands. With no more shirt or bra on, technically you could say I'm topless, but that doesn't last long as a swarm of hands immediately rush in and start covering up a significant part of my exposed upper half. I don't have time to count, but I'm pretty sure all eight of the eminently curious teenage hands in the room are now pawing at my naked flesh.
Some of the touches are firm and strong, while others are much more gentle. Some of the hands feel like they're touching me for their own enjoyment, while others feel like they're trying to relax me after a long, hard day. As you probably could've guessed, the area receiving the most attention of all is my very modestly sized chest. A king-of-the-hill style game has broken out where various hands are fighting for the right to cup each of my two breasts, with each of the victors using their perch atop my boob to fondle its nipple between their fingers. And while it's mostly a respectful competition, I can definitely sense some minor pushing going on between these kids, both in terms of their bodies as well as their hands, in order for them to get into the best possible position to fondle me.
Me (looking down at the mass of limbs on all sides of me): "Have any of you boys ever done anything like this before?"
Ethan (so innocently): "Touched a boob?"
Dave (almost simultaneously): "Had sex?"
Me (giggling at the fact I need to clarify): "No, I meant have any of you ever been with a girl with another guy at the same time?"
I realize I worded that kind of weirdly, but in my defense it's kind of a weird situation we're in! But anyway, I turn my head around in both directions to gauge the reaction of all four of my admirers, and each one of them is subtly shaking his head no.
Dave (quietly but definitely heard by all): "But I have had a gay experience, once."
Chris (with great shock): "Oh really?!?"
