On a Tuesday before Thanksgiving, when I was a freshman in college, I was driving home to Santa Rosa, California from my school in Portland. It was my first trip home since college started. I had only one class scheduled for Wednesday, but I was anxious to see my mother and friends at home, so I cut that class and headed out on Tuesday afternoon.
During the drive, my mind wandered from topic to topic - classes, reading, games, friends, girls, and more. I spent some time reflecting on the fact that I had not yet lost my virginity, as I had hoped to do early in my college career. And I thought (as I often did) about who I might lose it too, bringing to mind the girls I knew at college, a few I didn't really know, but who were in my classes, and even the female professor who taught my English class. She was, of course, quite a bit older than the girls, even middle-aged I guess, but something about her made me find her more desirable than any of the girls. Breasts always caught my eye, and she had a lovely, well-developed, firm-looking pair on a nice compact body. She usually wore a skirt to class, and I was also quite taken by her shapely legs. Maybe her being older made her seem sexier to me, as well.
Well I thought, all this was something to pursue when I got back to college, though I didn't have any good ideas how to do that, never having initiated a relationship with a girl. As to how to start something with the teacher, I had no clue. I had done the adolescent obligatory reading on how to pleasure a woman, but I hadn't figured out how to get a subject to practice on.
So my thoughts moved on to other subjects, and after some hours of driving and musing, I turned into my home street. It was evening by then. I noticed that the living room lights were on as I pulled up in front of the house. Also at the curb was another car - a gray Honda Accord, which belonged to my mother's friend Lorraine.
Lorraine was my mother's closest friend. They loved to be together, and they spent a lot of time with each other. It was one of those relationships where the friends told each other everything and had no secrets.
They also happened to be physically alike - standing just over five feet tall, with shoulder length brown hair, pretty legs, attractive bodies, not fat but with just a few extra pounds, and large, but not huge breasts, which looked firm and seemed even more prominent due to Lorraine's and my mother's short stature. To my eyes, both of them had a sexy look, though they did not often dress to put that aspect of themselves on display. Maybe I did have a thing for older women.
They were both well-educated, single women in their late forties. They worked at the same hospital. Lorraine was a registered nurse, while my mother worked in billing.
Personally, Lorraine was more of a free spirit than my mother. At least, I thought so at the time. She liked naughty jokes, and she would make comments about men that she thought were sexy, including speculations about a certain body part that she had gleaned from her habit of package watching. When I reached puberty, she started to tease me a bit. She would hug me a bit longer than was customary, pressing her breasts into me, or she would come up to me from behind and press into my back, or come hug me when I was sitting down so that her breasts rubbed against my face. Sometimes, when we were sitting together, she would sit so close to me that or legs were pressed together or she would put her hand on my thigh and squeeze it while she talked to me, as though nothing unusual was happening. Of course, she always succeeded in getting me hard, as I am sure she intended. And, although she was careful, I did notice her from time to time checking out her effect on me.
I enjoyed her attentions, but never expected anything to come from them. She did, however, became a major fantasy subject for me as puberty progressed. Another fantasy subject was my mother who resembled her and who I wished would tease me like Lorraine did. Both these women had more appeal to me than any of the girls in my school.
I was glad to see that Lorraine was visiting when I arrived home, so that I would see her too. I was not expected until the next day, so planning to surprise them both, I walked softly to the front door, used my key to quietly unlock it, and silently entered. I tip-toed through the entry hall and peeked around the corner into the living room, but no one was there. Carefully, I checked the other rooms downstairs without success and came to the landing of the stairs. There I could hear voices coming from upstairs, but couldn't make out what was being said.
I crept up the stairs and then down the hall to the door to my mother's bedroom, since the sounds were coming from there. Quickly I stepped into the doorway, ready to shout "Surprise," but I was stopped short by the scene before me. My mother was lying on a sheet on her large bed, with her arms and legs held by ropes reaching to the four corners and attached to soft cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She was blindfolded, and she was naked except for a pair of what looked like sensible polyester, rather full-cut panties and a bra that had holes of about three inches in diameter strategically cut out over the nipples and areolas. The bra seemed to be a bit small for her breasts, causing the nipples and surrounding areas to bulge out. The nipples were long and firm, and of a rather dark reddish color.
Lorraine was standing next to the bed, wearing only a pair of medium cut panties, also of polyester. I could see her entire lovely breasts, and her nipples were in the same state as my mother's. She was holding an implement in her hand that looked like a feather duster.
It took only a second for me to take all this in. It was a quite a shock, and I was about to say something (perhaps, "Holy shit??"), but Lorraine quickly put her finger to her lips to silence me. She then said to my mother, "I'll be right back." She came over to take me by the hand down the hall to another room, where she closed the door.
"You look a bit stunned and that is totally understandable," she said, "But we are just having some harmless fun. Neither of us has a steady guy right now, so we make up for that this way, and to tell the truth, I like this almost as much. Women have needs just like men do."
