“Did you find it?” Jaime heard her husband Patrick calling from down below.
“Not yet, I can barely see up here! Could you pass up the flashlight?” Jaime blindly reached down the hole connecting their attic to the second floor walk-in closet. She waved her hand impatiently until she brushed up against something hard and metallic.
“Thank you!” she shouted cheerfully down to Patrick as she grabbed the flashlight. She turned it on and could immediately see the entire attic in front of her. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
She heard him respond quickly and with a bit of worry in his voice. “What is it? Are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine,” she answered back, “it’s just dusty as hell up here. Maybe deep cleaning the attic could be next week’s project!”
She shed more light across the attic until she saw a medium-sized box, covered in a thin layer of dust and inscribed with a faded “Misc.”
“Bingo!”
She crawled over to the box and pushed it over to the ladder. Patrick grabbed a hold of it and took it down. The next hour involved them going through the box in their kitchen, trying to decide what had a place in their house, and what would be donated or thrown away.
Patrick was excited to see an old autographed baseball from a White Sox game he went to when he was younger. Jaime quickly let him know there was no place for it on the mantel in the living room. After some discussion, they reached a compromise wherein he was allowed to put it on a side table in their bedroom. Jaime giggled at her husband’s sudden boyishness as he raced up the stairs to place his memorabilia.
Jaime turned her attention back to the box. Her eyes lit up as she saw a book laying amongst the trash. “Well hello. Long time no see," she said to herself as she took it out and wiped some of the dust away.
“Steward High Yearbook, 2009, Go Falcons!” She hadn’t seen her Senior yearbook in ages! She immediately started rifling through the old pages. She chuckled at seeing how some of her friends looked. She couldn’t remember the last time she had spoken with most of them.
Although, there were only about three of them and if she was being honest with herself, they were never really that close. She started to remember how high school had gone for her. She was essentially an outcast.
She was reminded again of that fact when she saw her picture. Pudgy cheeks, pale freckled skin, wire-rimmed oval glasses, braces, and long wiry brown hair. She shuddered as she recalled the oversized striped sweaters and mom jeans she used to wear because she was so self-conscious. For as long as she could remember, she was never really the outgoing or promiscuous type.
When she finally got to college, she took the opportunity to transform her image a bit. The summer before her freshman year she spent working out, she cut her hair shorter, and finally gave her wardrobe a much-needed upgrade.
She loved the way she looked in the many sundresses, skirts, and tops that she had gotten. It gave her enough confidence to finally get a boyfriend when she was a Junior in college. Boys had taken an interest in her before, but she always felt really awkward and anxious about talking to them. However, Patrick was different.
He was such a sweet guy, and she immediately became attached to him. She had never been even remotely intimate with someone. She welcomed his physical advances. She could still remember slowly grinding her pussy against his hand the first time he slipped under her dress.
She loved the way he held and touched her. She found herself increasingly attracted to Patrick and his “dad bod”. When she finally felt his cock, she could remember it felt massive! She took it out that first time and felt her eyes widen as she looked at it.
“Wow, how big is it?” Patrick chuckled and responded, “6 whole inches”. She couldn’t believe that six inches looked so big. In the few porn videos she had seen before, the men all looked so massive that she assumed it had to have been movie magic. She was even more convinced back then when she saw how big 6 inches was.
She spent that junior year constantly sucking and fucking Patrick. She hated the feeling of condoms, so she quickly got herself on the pill. The raw sex sessions felt so much better, and feeling Patrick empty his load into her was life-changing.
By the end of college, she was deeply infatuated with Patrick. So much so, that she never left his side. Jaime had only ever been with Patrick, and she was more than content with that! Now, nearing her 30s, she was excited that they had their own house for the last three years and were planning to start a family soon!
Jaime’s smile turned to a grimace once more when she glanced back at the yearbook. She happily threw it into the garbage pile, relieved that she was able to grow so much and find some happiness. She began making herself busy by cleaning up the remainder of the box’s contents.
After a few minutes, she heard Patrick’s voice behind her. “Missing something?” He was holding up her phone. The screen was lit up with a notification. He had a smug look on his face.
She was always missing appointments or calls since she constantly left the sound on her phone off. He loved to rub it in whenever it made her life harder in the hopes that she would just turn it on.
“Oh shit!” She immediately knew upon grabbing the phone what the notification was for. She was running late for her workout. “Shit shit shit! Clara’s gonna kill me if I’m late again! I’ve already been late the last two times!”
In college, Jamie had to work incredibly hard to get the body that she wanted. She worked tirelessly and while she did lose weight and get some muscle tone, she could never get her ass to look the way she wanted it. Still, it was enough to get Patrick’s attention judging by how much he loved to grab it when they started dating.
A few weeks after moving to their new house in Fort Mill, she decided to grab a gym membership. While she was there, she was approached by a personal trainer. She had gotten pretty good at telling them to screw off but when she saw Carla’s beautiful, round, perky ass… well… she just couldn’t help herself.
