All Characters in this story are 18 years or older.
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I think back to my first year at college, and I grin. My wife has no idea what makes me grin so widely, but I can guarantee she could never guess what's behind that grin in a hundred years.
I had been accepted to my program in March, and was worrying about where to live. Residence was good, but was going to cost us more than we had. It was a Saturday afternoon, when my mother came in to my room, smiling.
"It's solved," she said. I looked at her a little confused, since there were so many things that had to be solved before next Fall.
"Just got off the phone with my cousin, May," she said, "You can live with her."
"Cousin May?" I asked. A sudden image of May, my mother's youngest cousin, my second cousin, passed through my head. I remembered her well, very well, in fact. She had come to my sister's wedding not more than a year before, got quite plastered, as I was, and we had what could be construed as an encounter in the parking lot. Nothing heavy, she had been out there having a smoke, and I was getting some air. She had come over, and, very inebriated, leaned her trim figure against me. She had nice long graying blonde hair and a tight waist, and long lean legs. She was definitely a beautiful woman.
"You look like your dad," she had slurred staring up at me with her deep blue eyes.
"If your mom ever let him go," she said, taking a long pull from a plastic beer glass, " I'd fuck him in a heartbeat."
I was stunned but laughed. I remember thinking `Who would fuck my dad?' Sure, he was tall and broad shouldered like me. But to fuck him? That was gross.
May stretched up and kissed me, deeply, driving her tongue into my mouth as she wrapped one arm around my waist. I could taste cigarettes and wine, and smelled her perfume and freshly washed hair. Her hand slipped down to my ass. She gave it a squeeze.
"If I see you later," May said, "I just might fuck you instead." She walked away, with her shapely ass swaying inside her tight dress.
Despite looking for her, I didn't see May later on. She seemed to disappear from the wedding not long after our encounter. That night, I ended up banging a drunk Bridesmaid instead; some girl my sister went to college with. The whole time I was thinking about my second cousin, May. I never saw the bridesmaid again.
Now, my mother had just made arrangements for me to live with May. I didn't dare stand up from my desk, because I had a raging hard on thinking about it.
I spent most of the summer with a hard on. I thought about May. I obsessed over her actually. Then, one day in August, a few weeks before the big move, the house phone rang. Mom answered.
"It's for you, Billy," she called up.
I went downstairs, and there was Mom holding out the phone, grinning.
"It's May," she said in a mock whisper.
I took the phone, heart beating hard in my chest.
"Hello?" I said nervously.
"Billy...," May said in her sultry voice, "So we're going to be roomies." I could sense her amusement.
"Yes." I said, "Yes we are."
"Mmmm." May said, "Personally, I can't wait."
I looked over to see if my mother was watching me on the phone, but she had disappeared into the kitchen.
