My name is Bill and I lost my wife nearly 7 years ago in an auto accident. I am a rather normal looking guy, standing just over six feet and weighing 210 pounds with no outstanding features - not too attractive to women and most guys would not consider me a threat. Brown hair and blue eyes top off the package. I do have the ability to listen well and can build a woman’s trust in little time at all. It is this ability that has gotten more women for me than anyone would ever guess I was capable of. But I do have my standards. Any woman I want to pursue must meet three prerequisites before I start the chase. They must be in need of comfort and or sex, and most all women are because of their significant other. Second, they must be intelligent, or have a great deal of common sense. Finally, the most important feature, they must be married. Not going steady or living with someone, but married. Less chance of them getting too attached to me. These things I hold above all but I have wavered or added to this list. This story is one such waiver.
Class started this summer semester evening and I was attending yet another college course. I enjoy learning and besides, the playing field is ripe with potential hot women. Sitting near the front I awaited the professor to arrive and start when I was startled to hear my name being called by a familiar voice.
“Bill, what are you doing here?”
Turning toward the voice my eyes came upon Diane, my daughter-in-law. She had married my son three years back and it was lust at first sight. She was indeed a looker and I wondered just how Robert (my son) had managed to land her. By nearly all male accounts, she was very attractive, standing about 5’ 8”, and weighing around 130 pounds. She had a smooth and creamy completion, straight light brown hair that fell partially down her back and a figure in the shape of a 34-24-35 hourglass. Her 34 C’s move little when she walks and are always proud, crested by prominent nipples that seem always ready to burst forth from her top, no matter what she was wearing. Add this to the fact that the sum of the parts exceeded the parts themselves, and you have one fantastic looking lady. This evening she had selected a skirt of moderate length and print blouse that buttoned up the front.
Diane mover straight to me and opened her arms for a hug. Who was I to refuse as I rose to greet her? She moved with grace right into my arms and I found myself hugging her with a bit more than a casual embrace. Instead of moving back Diane moved closer and raised her lips, giving me a quick peek on the neck. Parting she immediately sat at my table. We were taking an Economics class and I knew the professor would require projects. Normally he assigned partners but the look I saw on his face told me she was my partner, like it or not.
Professor Hampton was a sly old man and he knew I had enough credits to graduate with nearly any degree I wanted. I just enjoyed going and he seemed to live vicariously on my class conquests. He did not know she was related until later. He apologized but I told him I was fine with her as my partner. Little did I know just how happy I would be?
Diane listened intently as Professor H told us all about what was expected this semester. He passed out the syllabus and the suggested reading list. Finally he passed out the major portion of our grade – the project. I glanced over the material and knew it would be no big deal, but to the novice it appeared to be very engaging. I noticed the look on Diane’s face and knew she was worried. Her bright green eyes were wide with apprehension and, if I read her right, self doubt. I reached over and patted her hand and told her everything would be all right.
The first night was rather uneventful until near the end. After we were given the assignments for the entire semester, we were tasked with getting together to decide the particulars of the course and to determine study routines and so forth. Diane didn’t say much during the evening until it was time to determine where we would study. I said we could go to my place and Diane agreed. I mentioned the library but she said my place would be better. She never mentioned us going back to her and Robert’s place.
We established a game plan and decided to meet the following Wednesday evening, before class on Thursday. I knew from previous classes the content was important but the oral presentation would be the biggest portion. Our topic was given to us and we were released for the night.
Diane and I sat for a while discussing the topic, the rise and fall of some corporate business and how we would present it. My thoughts were moving along the line that this semester would not be going as planned. After all, she was my daughter-in-law so to speak. Diane sat close and her voice indicated she was excited about the class and working with me. My eyes moved along her smooth features as she talked and I was zoning out the rest of the world. Then I was tapped on the shoulder bringing me back to the classroom. Stan was standing with the same grin he always had, impish.
“So, what you think of the project?” he asked as his eyes never left Diane and the swell of her breast.
“Its can be done, with effort,” I responded.
“Hi, my name is Stan. Bill never has been good at introducing the ladies.”
“Hi Stan. I’m Diane and Bill is my.”
“Her partner in this project”, as I cut her off. “So Stan, I see you got in with Jenn once more. Guess another semester where you do no work and get an “A” for your time.”
“Yeah. It’s a talent. But then again, it also means this time I get only a grade, if you know what I mean.”
Stan turned and walked away but not before grasping Diane’s hand, telling her what a pleasure it was to have her in the class and for her to watch out for the partner she had. Thanks Stan - jerk.
“Nice guy. By the way, what did he mean about watching out for you? And about him only getting a grade this time?”
“Stan thinks I am here just to find dates and as for him, well, lets just say that Jenn is here just to get an education, and not mess around with the guys. She even filed a complaint against a classmate once for trying too hard to date her. She only wants an education and will do the entire project herself, and let Stan come along for the ride, if he doesn’t try anything.”
“And do I need to worry about you?”
“Well, that depends”, I smiled and so did she.
Good old Stan. Here I was not even thinking in the vein he had suggested, but now that he had brought it up, well my eyes focused on Diane differently somehow. I watched her lips move as she spoke and watched the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. Once more my eyes rested on those breasts as they were trying to escape their confines. I felt the familiar stirrings within my slacks and had to adjust in my seat so the rise of the empire would not be noticed. As I moved I noticed a small gap in her blouse and of course my gaze turned into a probe as I mentally moved the material so that more and more flesh was showing. Previously, while swimming at my house, I had seen Diane in a small bikini. There was even the time her top had come off one of her breasts. She was very embarrassed but after covering herself it was I who had to leave the pool area before my growing appreciation for her would be seen. Add all this data together along with the actual flesh presently presenting itself, and it was having a profound effect on me. Was it hot in here, or was it me?
Diane continued to chat about the project and I was just half listening trying for all I was worth to not notice anything else sexual about her. I was beginning to gain the upper hand when she reached into her briefcase for a highlighter. The action caused her blouse to pull free from her skirt and a quick flash of lower back showed. Along with the view came the obvious, she was wearing a lacy thong as well. The material of her thong rose and so did my member. Diane squared back into her chair and as I started to shift my own position her gaze fell to my lap. No need to move now as she was looking at nearly a full erection straining to get out of the material encasing it.
