Jason had been living at his father’s home for less than three weeks before finding himself out of reasons to leave the house. It was his college break during semesters, and he didn’t have enough money to stay on campus. The free room and board was great, but the town was pretty boring. His dad had moved here during Jason’s freshman year of college, and he knew absolutely no one.
It wasn’t all bad news though. Jason had always dreamed of writing a novel, and he decided to try his hand at writing during his break. He spent most afternoons chasing the sun’s path across the living room, while working on his book. His father traveled a lot for his job, so he was barely around.
But despite the amount of progress, he found himself longing for companionship. It wasn’t like he’d had a girlfriend at school either, but he did have the occasional “friend with benefits” hookup with a girl he’d met during his freshman English class. With every day that passed, Jason became hornier. It was becoming a big distraction. So much so, that he could hardly focus on writing.
Well, at least his father had at least found happiness, he thought. Jason’s dad, Bill, had been dating an English teacher named Samantha, who had been teaching abroad for the past few months. Jason hadn’t met her yet, but he’d never seen his dad happier. And, even though they had a strained relationship after his parents’ divorce, Jason was glad for him.
Jason sat with his back against the lip of the sofa, reviewing the last chapter he had written. As he read, he started to think about his college fuck buddy. The last time they were together, it was after he and his buddies had been out drinking. He stumbled in to his dorm room to find a note on the door.
“Dropped by to see if you wanted to hang out – give me a call if you are around later”, was scribbled on half a page of notebook paper. He had called her dorm room, which was just across the common, and she answered on the first ring.
“Hey, it’s me. Sorry it’s so late. Do you want to hang out?” he asked. Of course, “hang out” was just a polite way of saying “fuck”.
“Sure. Come over”, she said. Jason was at her door in about 30 seconds.
She opened the door; he walked in, and pushed her against the wall.
As these memories started to come back, Jason unzipped his shorts. His dick was already getting hard just remembering this.
“Fuck me now”, she said. His fuck buddy was only wearing a bathrobe. There was nothing underneath it. He slid a finger in her dripping cunt and he thrust his tongue in to her mouth. Her robe was already half way open, and he quickly moved to her tits, sucking and licking them ferociously while he finger fucked her. She groaned as she came, writhing her body against the wall. Jason began stroking his cock as he remembered how turned on he had been that night. She unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees.
She wrapped her hot mouth around his cock, and he thought he might lose it right there. He grabbed her long brown hair as she sucked his dick and rolled her balls with her hand. He didn’t want to come yet.
“I want to fuck you so bad”, he said. She stood up, and he picked her up, with her legs around his waist. He fucked her against the wall, ramming his cock in to her tight, wet pussy.
“Fuck!” he yelled at he shot his load inside her.
Jason was jacking his cock hard now. God, it felt so good. He groaned as long strings of cum exploded from his cock. Jason reached over and grabbed a few tissues from the end table. He started cleaning himself up, when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a cab stop at the front of his driveway. A woman stepped out, pausing before reaching back in the cab for her purse.
Who the hell could this be?
The driver unloaded the woman’s bag from the trunk, graciously took her payment and then sped off. The woman, looking out of place and blinded by the sunlight, strode up the driveway while dragging her bags behind her. He noticed the lightness of her movement as she looked from side to side, scanning the neighborhood around her. It looked as if she’d never seen this place before. It was when she twisted around to see the houses on the other side of the street – to check the address numbers, he thought – that he noticed the form of her body. Her figure was tight, and the shadow cast across her stomach showed him the supple shape of her breasts. She turned back towards his home and confidently moved forward again. He stared out at her through the window still, failing to realize that his own mouth hung half open.
The bell rang.
Jason jumped. He had been so caught up in watching her that he failed to make the obvious logical connection: that this woman whom he found so painfully attractive would soon be at his door, that in moments he would be face to face with this angelic creature. It was as if the window had divided them into two worlds, and had she even approached the window from which Jason looked out she would have not noticed him.
He dropped his book and scrambled to pull his pants up and dispose of the cum-stained tissues. Not knowing how presentable he looked, he opened the door.
“Hello,” he said as confidently as possible.
“Hi, I’m Samantha!” she said with an open smile. She was much older than he had first guessed.
The woman stared at Jason, holding out her hand to shake his, waiting for a response.
“Oh!” he squeaked embarrassedly. “You’re dad’s girlfriend! He didn’t tell me you’d be getting here before him.” He couldn’t believe that this was the woman his father was dating. He reached for her hand, noting the smoothness of her skin. She struck him as so nimble, so full of life—so very different from the man who raised him.
“Yes, and it’s wonderful to meet you,” she eagerly replied. “I’m counting on you to lug these bags in,” she said with a coy grin, and raced past him into the house.
Jason bent down for her luggage. He looked back at Samantha as he slid his fingers through the handles, gripping the leather straps with what strength remained. He had just set down Samantha’s bags when he heard her call up to him.
“You writing a book?” Her voice carried a mixture of surprise and excitement.
He peered over the balustrade of the second-floor. Lying across the carper of the front room was Samantha, her knees bent and legs swinging in the air.
“There’s something about writing that moves me,” he replied as he descended the stairs.
Looking back over her shoulder, she said, “I wrote some short stories in college, but they didn’t really go anywhere… ” Her voice trailed off.
“Why not?” he asked in surprise.
“Well, I was studying at an art school in New York, and I just got distracted.” Jason’s interest was piqued.
He felt the blood rush through his body. His muscles tightened, and he felt sure about one thing – he wanted his father’s girlfriend. Samantha cooked dinner later that evening. She set a place for him at the counter before the kitchen. As he was used to making his own dinner, Samantha’s presence was more than welcome.