A week later my freshman year began at ASU in Tempe on a full athletic scholarship. Almost an hour's drive from my parents' house in the burbs it was far enough for me to feel away from home without leaving the blue skies and palm lined streets of the Valley of the Sun I liked so well. I moved into a sprawling ranch a few miles from campus with three other male students but soon learned I would spend very little time there.
Between athletic training and classes I had little time for anything in my new digs except study, eat and sleep. And piano practice. I brought the electric piano from my bedroom at home—the one my folks bought me in middle school when they got tired of hearing me play the upright in the living room all the time. Whenever they requested it and during certain hours I could only play the electric in my room with headphones on. Now it was set up in my bedroom meeting my daily need to play. A pianist and his piano should never be separated.
My major? Music. Musical performance to be exact. Sad thing was I had only one music class first semester and it was piano theory. Boring. Still I haunted the practice rooms as much as I could listening to upper classmates play, meeting everyone and checking out the talent. It was quite good. Core requirements filled the rest of my class schedule. Of those only math interested me. Despite my C average I had developed good study habits in high school and college didn't feel any different except I was finally away from home.
The other reason I spent little time in my new digs was my girlfriend. Naomi moved into a house with two other roomies just a few blocks from me. After the first two nights in our new homes we began spending the night with each other, alternating between her place and mine. She thought my futon on the floor was too firm but it didn't stop her from straddling me and dancing on my dick. A nursing major she loved nursing my big cock inside her wet pink love, her long fragrant hair in my mouth, her face always frowning in passion, her body moving out of control. Her high bed was too soft for me but allowed me to stand while I fucked her lying at the edge with her warm smooth legs against my belly and chest. After a couple of weeks of this we had to stop because it distracted too much from our schoolwork. More than anything our fuck fest got it out of our systems.
The third weekend in September I drove out to stay with mom. Dad had asked me to come home that weekend and stay with mom while he was away hunting with his buddies. Still stuck with her tragically uncool minivan, I drove out right after classes Friday afternoon to beat rush hour traffic. To my surprise dad's SUV still sat in the driveway. As I approached the front door they popped out and greeted me. Mom kissed my cheek. Dad shook my hand.
"Well I'm sorry son," dad said, "but your mother needs her car back."
"What?" I said. "What am I supposed to drive?"
"Now, now," he said, putting an arm around me, guiding me along the walk towards the driveway and handing me what looked like a credit card, "we got you a bus pass."
"Yes hun," mom chipped in. "You live close to campus so you can use public transit."
"And you have your bicycle," dad said.
Stunned, I stopped in front of the garage door, unhappy with this drastic turn of events. No car? No way!
Mom lifted her hand and pushed the button on the remote which I had not noticed in her hand. The garage door churned slowly upwards. Inside sat a brand new silver Corvette pointed nose out. My jaw dropped.
"Surprise!!!" they both cried.
Mom reached up, put fingers under my jaw and closed my mouth, giggling. Dad dangled key fob in front of me. Wide-eyed and speechless, I reached out and took it.
"You didn't really think we'd let you keep driving around in that old thing, did you?" he smiled, pounding my back.
"Congratulations dear," mom said, kissing me on the cheek. "We're so proud of you."
I just stood there between my parents--my tall, barrel chested, barrel bellied ex-college offensive lineman father on one side, my tall slender, ex-college swimmer mother on the other, one of her long arms around my waist. Dad slung an arm over my shoulders.
"Say something, hun," mom said.
"I can't believe it. I just can't believe this!" I said. "You guys are the BEST!"
"You're the best, son," dad said. "All your discipline and hard work have paid off. I can't tell you how proud we are."
Mom turned a bit and pressed against me from the side, resting her chin on her free hand over my shoulder, her other hand squeezing my waist, hugging my side, her breasts pressing to me.
"Thank you," I said. "Thank you so much. Both of you."
"Did we surprise you, sweetheart?" mom asked, squeezing me again.
"Totally," I said. "Completely."
"Take her for a spin," dad said.
"Okay," I said. "Come with me?"
"I have to get on the road," he said looking at his watch, "or I'll be struck in rush hour. You go ahead. The guys are already waiting for me at the cabin."
"Mom?" I said.
"You go first," she said. "Go on."
They watched me climb in the 'vette, adjust seat and mirrors, start her up and ease out of the garage. The tires squealed a bit when I turned out of the driveway onto the street, my right foot unused to being in charge of five-hundred horsepower. I tooled around neighborhood streets, raced down main drag past the high school then headed back. When I got home dad's car was gone. I pulled into the garage then put mom's minivan in the garage to get it out of the sun, too. My duffle bags were missing from her car.
"Those are dirty," I said, coming in through the laundry room.
"I know, dear," mom said throwing my dirty laundry in the washer. "I could tell when I opened the bag."
"I can do my own laundry, mom," I said, coming up behind her.
"I don't mind, hun. You're home now. Just relax."
I held her shoulders in my hands from behind, bent down a little and kissed her cheek.
"Thanks, mom. For everything."
"You're welcome," she smiled. "Do you like the car?"
"Are you kidding? It's awesome. Drives like a race car," I said, not ever having driven a race car.
"Good," she said, her arms closing and starting the washer. "When do I get a ride?"
"Now if you want."
"In a little bit. I have something in the oven."
When she turned I hugged her lightly. She wrapped arms around me and pulled her body to mine in a full hug, her breasts flattening to my chest, her belly, pelvis and thighs pressed to mine. Her hair and body filled my nostrils with her familiar scent. Then she let go and gave me a little push.
"Go unpack. I put your other duffle and your backpack in your room."
I walked away.
