As the older sister in a loving family, I enjoyed a fairly sheltered upbringing. I would have been described as a bookworm. I was an academic high achiever at school. I had friends but no time for boyfriends. That all changed in freshmen's week when I discovered the amazing pleasures of guilt-free sex. With no parents around and a sea of college guys impatient to get acquainted, I was finally free to enjoy those previously forbidden fruits.
One of a blur of guys made quite the impression on me, or, I should say, in me. I fell pregnant and was back home six months later. My parents were unbelievably understanding and supported me completely. The night Andy was born was my life's best and worst day. My parents and younger sister were killed when a truck crushed their car on the way to the hospital to see me and meet Andy. The police said it was likely that the driver had suffered a heart attack moments before the accident, and he also died.
Uncle Sid, my mum’s brother, helped me so much. He kept me going, and I owe so much to him. My dad, in typical fashion, had made a will, so I found myself in the family home with some money to support me. I sought out older men, probably looking for a father figure, but nothing lasted. When the money began to run out, I had trouble juggling a job and childcare. Glancing through the back of a local paper looking for work, I noticed a lot of escort advertisements and gave it a go. The money was good, the sex was mostly rubbish, and whenever Andy was around, I just said an uncle had come to see me.
A chance meeting secured me a well-paid job with flexibility. I packed in the escorting and took a break from men for a short while, but I missed the sex as bad as it was. I started seeing older men again, but I was quite picky. It worked well; they got a younger, adventurous sexual partner, and I mostly got some great sex. Ten years later, the older men were turning grey, wrinkly, and flagging. I craved something better and seduced my first college guy since I had gotten pregnant. It was so easy.
The sex was far more energetic, frequent, and satisfying. I’d been keeping fit in the gym for years to preserve my figure and soon found a ready supply of keen young men there, too. I’ve slept with hundreds of men. Some were purely a one-time thing, but for those who excite and thrill me, I’m happy to be in a short-term situation, though never exclusively.
Bumping into Luke was an unexpected pleasure. He had grown since he left for college; muscles rippled under his clothes in a most alluring way. I hoped he had also grown in confidence from the quiet boy I remembered. He seemed genuinely pleased to see me, and it was easy to get him to agree to drive over later. I threw myself into the spin class with renewed energy, hoping for an altogether more exciting workout later.
Luke went for an unexpected hug when I got home but was much too easily dissuaded, sadly. I used the ‘I need a shower’ ploy and was pleased to briefly see his reflection in the mirror. I was surprised and dismayed that he was already gone when I exited the shower, naked and dripping. Asking a guy to help with the bulbs plays into that innocent, helpless girl stereotype. Luke was mine the minute he carried those rickety steps in and climbed up. I was amazed that he took so long to catch on as to why he was there. I started to wonder if he was completely inexperienced or naive.
The bulbs can be a bit fiddly to fit; I’ve swapped them over so many times, putting the dead bulbs back in and boxing the new ones. I enjoyed teasing him and making him squirm. I could see his cock straining in his shorts and was amused by how he tried to hide it. I threw him enough lines while he was struggling with the bulbs. I gave him so many chances to flirt and make a pass at me. I kept loosening my towel, too, showing more cleavage and smiling up at him. I don’t think he would have had the courage to do anything if I had not blatantly asked what he thought of me. Even then, I think he would have run away, given the chance. I came so close to letting him go once he fitted the second bulb, but by then, I was wet with desire and in dire need of a hard, fast, uncomplicated fuck.
He does have a good-sized cock and a great body too. He was putty in my hands, and I enjoyed two all too brief fucks to start. Luke didn’t last as long as I had hoped but was keen enough to go down on me and was surprisingly good at it once he got going. Riding him cowgirl and then reverse cowgirl for some anal was a treat. His cock is not too thick but a decent length, which works for me for anal perfectly. Reverse cowgirl also let me frig myself to another badly needed orgasm without Luke even noticing. His cum tastes quite sweet; I’m not sure what he's been eating, and I always swallow, which he looked surprised to see.
Luke must have been one of the least experienced college guys I have fucked. I’m surprised by their lack of experience sometimes, though they all make up for it with a quick recovery and a desire to impress. Two fucks on the trot are OK, three is better, and only once has a guy managed four. I doubt I’ll fuck Luke again; I’m sure he will be sad, but it was not that special. By the time I had him in the bedroom, I was badly in need of a serious fuck; sadly, Luke seemed overawed and lacked that spark to take the lead. I’m glad that I have fucked him though, as he was the last of Andy’s original group of friends I had not fucked. Andy has no idea, of course, and I’ll keep it that way.
I’ll have another shower and clean up and head down to the club tonight. There are always college guys there looking for a MILF and keen on a good fucking, to show off their skills. I worry about my sex drive sometimes; it seems to grow all the time. I keep having thoughts about picking up two guys at the same time, though college guys seem a bit shy about sharing. I do worry about bumping into Andy in a club and him finding out what a slut I am. But I don’t worry about it enough to not go regularly. I never worry about getting a cock to enjoy; that is something I always get.
