It was a hot summer's evening in South Kensington and I was sitting in my room in our Catholic student hostel. I'd just broken up with my girlfriend and was feeling alone and depressed. The thumping heartbeat of a disco came from the basement. There was one every week. The music got on my nerves at times like this. There are two things I can do, I thought. I can sit here and be miserable, or I can go down there, get pissed and maybe hit it off with a chick. I chose the latter.nnDown in the basement it was dark and stuffy. The air was thick with the smells of beer, cigarette smoke, sweat and human passion. Beneath the flash of disco lights a mass of heads bobbed up and down in rhythm with the crashing beat. I was too shy and depressed just to plunge into the middle of them so I stood by the bar and downed several beers, one after the other, eyeing up the girls. This was the age of the miniskirt. There were more girls than boys, and many were dancing barefoot with each other, their feet intersecting, their toes twisting on the floor, their long, graceful legs bending and thrusting forward, sometimes between the legs of their partners. My cock swelled. Some were dancing alone. I caught the eye of one of them, a cool, slender leggy blonde wearing a tight, silvery miniskirt. I went over to her and asked her to dance with me.nnSo there we were, bobbing away to the tune of The Police's 'Message in a Bottle'. We moved closer to each other.
Alyssa may be in graduate school but she sure doesn't look like it. She is 5'4 150 lbs (curvy in all the right places) with a 38DD chest. She could easily pass for a young 18 even though her ID says 22. She constantly gets questioned about her life and her career aspirations, but she isn't really ready to grow up yet. nnA lot of the time Alyssa has people ask her why she works at a grocery store when she is in graduate school and could very easily have a much better job. She often makes one excuse or another, "It is just brainless menial labor," "I get to work with a lot of cool people," "I'm not the only college student who works there." While all of these reasons were true, they were not the only reasons. There were many other reasons that Alyssa worked at Buy Low. Rob, Joshua, David, Nicolas, Bryan, Rick, and Al were just a few of them. nnWhen Alyssa had first thought of applying at Buy Low it had been in hopes of a temporary job just until she could find something more appealing. When she went in to interview she was not really taking it seriously. She had got up that morning and laid out in the sun for an hour or so. She remembered her interview at the last minute so she threw her hair up and pulled on some jeans and a tank top. She did not even look in the mirror, but when she got in the car she realized that she looked a hot mess. But she was late so she had to hurry.nnWhen she pulled into the parking lot the first thing she noticed was the bagger pushing buggies into the store. He had stopped for a minute and pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face. His chest was so ripped that Alyssa got so distracted that she almost hit another car. She parked and hurried inside, making sure to catch the hottie's eye on her way in. After scoping out several other really hot guys she decided that she really needed to give this job a chance.
Goraith had already left when she woke up. Fresh anger stirred inside her: how dare he leave while she slept? After all they had done, he should have at least said good bye.nnCosette blushed just thinking about last night – and that was often. Every time she moved, fading pain echoed between her legs. Another pain that was not fading was her bottom. She could barely sit on the bed to pull up her breeches!nnClothes were another problem. She had to use a belt to keep her shirt and coat closed, so few buttons were left! They gaped open at the top, barely hiding her large breasts. She felt like she should cover the gap with her hand, so much was exposed!nnNo matter. She could ignore it. All she had to do was think of getting the treasure before Goraith. That would show him! As soon as she finished dressing she slipped out, exiting through the kitchens. It wasn't that she was scared of going through the common room. She just thought the back way would be quicker. That was it.nnShe was surprised to see the camp getting ready to move when she returned.
Before that day it would have been inconceivable that Corey, my son Lee's best friend and the son of my best friend Amanda, could have been so successful in seducing me. It proved how ready I was to accept such an astonishing approach, or, how morally bankrupt I had become to have allowed it to happen. Lee had gone to the gym; he said to meet Corey, to workout together. Not ten minutes later Corey came to the house and, to my amazement, came onto me and worked me into such a frenzy that I ended up in bed with him. To make matters more complicated it was Lee's bed. Corey, like my son, wasn't yet twenty years old but I was overwhelmed by his sexual maturity. He brought me to orgasm so many times. I couldn't believe it! I felt wicked and perverted being involved with a person as young as he, but was more excited than I had been since I was a newlywed. He was so very considerate of my feelings too.even cuddled with me until I fell asleep. I can't even remember when I had last cuddled with my husband.nnEvery thing about the experience with Corey was so delicious that I thought I had dreamed it. Then, I awoke in an unfamiliar bed to the voice of my son. I was awakened with the words," What are you doing in my bed, Mom?" It was one of those moments, like, when you've taken the afternoon off and sneaked home and were sleeping on the couch and you dreamed that your boss was looking through your window, knocking on it, awakening you with a start, your guilt boiling all over you. But that was just a dream. Lee was looking down at me and I was in his bed.with just a sheet covering my naked body. nnI wiped drool from my chin, closed my eyes and re-opened them to confirm that I wasn't dreaming.
