Jody smirked a bit. “Well to tell the truth, I guess I lost it in stages, too.”
“Really?” I asked, genuinely surprised. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”
Jody failed to laugh at my joke. “My first real boyfriend was older than me—big basketball player, got a scholarship to State. You would know his name if I told you.” She didn’t look especially happy.
“Jody, it’s okay. I get the idea.”
Jody seemed like such a tough person, I was surprised to see her tear up at the thought of that boyfriend. “No, I’m fine,” Jody said as she collected herself. “There isn’t really much to tell. He was an ass. I was 15, he was 18. Told me if I didn’t blow him he would break up with me. I fell for it. He had some balls, cause some days he would make me suck his dick two or three times. I had to swallow which wasn’t what I wanted to do the first time. And he was into that degrading fetish shit. It was awful.”
“It sounds awful, Jody, I’m sorry that happened. How did you get away?”
“He started the same routine with fucking. ‘Oh any girl in this school would fuck me in a minute, I wouldn’t have to ask. Why am I wasting my time on you?’ I screwed up my courage to break up with him. He was surprised. So I managed to protect my virtue until I got to the stairwell at Simms Hall.”
“I’m glad to hear that Jody. Kinky stuff is great, but only if you both are ready.”
Jody arched an eyebrow at my mention of kink, but said nothing. I saw the students spilling out of Murray Auditorium where the last orientation session of the day had been held.
I blushed a bit. “Here comes your daughter. Let’s talk about something else.”
It was easy to spot Brooke, towering six inches or so above the surrounding students. She came over to us.
“Hi Mommy! Hi Professor. Did you have a good time Mommy?”
“Yes, we had a lot of fun. The Professor here was a good companion.”
“Did you have a lot of fun, or a lotta, lotta fun?” Brooke asked with more than a twinkle in her eye.
Jody appeared to lance Brooke’s inquisitiveness with an icy stare. “As I said, it was a lot of fun.”
I didn’t think much of the exchange at the time, but it didn’t involve me, so I never thought of it again until much later.
We talked about Jody buying me that drink, but she had a long drive ahead, and I had to teach her daughter’s class at 9:00AM, so we agreed on a rain check. Jody and I air kissed goodbye, and I left mother and daughter to say their longer goodbyes.
…
Over the next few weeks, I got busy with classes and research and didn’t think of much else. Brooke and I would exchange morning pleasantries in class and I would ask her to say hi to her mom for me. Happily, Brooke was doing much better in my class than she expected. She was better at math than she thought. Just another semester.
Jody found my email address on the college web site and would briefly write me about life in her world. I learned then that she had a husband, Brooke’s dad. Jody had been a physician’s assistant, but only worked sporadically when the kids came along. It sounded like they had an arrangement—he would make lots of money, she would spend it freely and she would raise the three kids, of which Brooke was the youngest and the only girl. Beyond that, it didn’t sound like there was a lot of interaction.
After a few friendly exchanges early in the term, Jody started adding less than innocent bits to her emails. “Still checking out young girls’ asses?” or “I told Brooke to wear baggie pants to your class so you wouldn’t look at her ass.” (In reality, Brooke always wore the shortest, tightest spandex dresses imaginable. So I guess she didn’t listen to her mom). Once she asked me, “Are you strictly an ass man or do you like tits too?” I told her I wouldn’t answer that one on campus email. After a couple weeks, our correspondence tapered off to nothing.
Several weeks later, Brooke stopped to talk to me after class one day soon after midterms. She said that her mom was coming up for homecoming and wanted to take the three of us (me, Brooke and her roommate) out for a nice dinner.
“Isn’t your dad coming too? Homecoming is a big deal here,” I asked.
Brooke looked a little sad. “He didn’t graduate from here. He is a bit of an Ivy League snob. He was disappointed that I came here on a lacrosse scholarship, so he avoids me and my school.”
“I’m sorry Brooke, I had no idea. But I think you and your mom have a lot of fun together. I would be happy to come to dinner.”
“Mom is staying at the Edgewood Hotel, out by the lake. She gets in Friday afternoon. Maybe have dinner after my lacrosse match that day?”
The Edgewood is a posh old hotel, recently restored to its turn of the century grandeur. Its main restaurant was a four-star establishment. I went to look at the Edgewood a couple years before, after its restoration, but its many amenities were much too expensive for a professor’s modest salary.
“Nice place,” I observed. “I will definitely be there on Friday.”
“Cool, Professor! Mom will be pleased to hear that!” Brooke was wearing skimpy spandex shorts that covered very little of her long, tanned legs. She wore a matching strapless spandex top that revealed her toned abs. I wondered if she owned anything that wasn’t spandex. As she bounced out of the classroom, I definitely checked out her ass.
Later in my office, I sent a thank you email to Jody. “Thanks for the invite for Friday. I am looking forward to seeing you again.”
Jody replied quickly. “Brooke just texted me the good news. I am looking forward too. Hope you’re hungry!” Whatever that meant.
Friday came around and the town and campus filled up with alumni coming back to relive their lost youth. With all of the sports events, it was hard to park on campus, so I usually walked to the office to do some grading or prepare for the next week’s classes. In light of the evening’s invitation, I uncharacteristically wore a sports jacket and tie.
Brooke’s match was at 4:00, so we set dinner for 7:30, to give time for overtime and to give Brooke and her roommate time to shower and change. Brooke said they were going to the homecoming gala after dinner, so they would be dressed up when we saw them.
I arrived a little late, and the others were already seated. Brooke was dressed in a unbelievably short, bum length silk dress with Asian design. I mused that the boy who gets to unwrap that present was in for a treat. Brooke’s roommate, Elsie, was much shorter, but with an athletic build. Her large breasts fought a constant battle to escape from her tight dress. She had to continually tug at her bodice to keep everything under control.
Jody apologized for her appearance, although I could not figure out why. She had not had a chance to change since attending Brooke’s match and only had time to throw a jacket on over her cotton print halter top. I also noted approvingly that she was not wearing a bra. She was wearing the same kind of tightly fitted yoga pants favored by her daughter. I checked out her ass. She had the ass of a 20-year-old.
The conversation at dinner was lighthearted and happy. Brooke had scored four goals in the JV rout of their opponent, and Brooke got good signs that she could be promoted to varsity later in the season. Elsie was dishing on her new boyfriend, and teasing Brooke about Kevin who was infatuated with her and she couldn’t shake. Jody jokingly asked me if I knew the legal standard for stalking.
After the main course was over, Brooke and Elsie had to leave to attend the Gala. Seeing the girls’ dresses, I thought they were going to have a fun night. That conclusion was strengthened when Brooke raised her arms to put on her wrap. Her short dress raised enough to see her neatly trimmed pussy hair. She was wearing no underwear. The other side of the room got to see most of Brooke’s ass crack, which pretty much silenced that side of the room. Tonight’s lucky boy would not have to undress her at all, it seemed. While the restaurant got noticeably quieter when Brooke flashed the room, Jody didn’t seem to notice.
Brooke bent down to kiss her mother, saying “Good night mom, I love you. I hope you enjoy your dessert!” Jody gave her the icy stare from orientation as the two girls bounced out of the restaurant.
Jody and I skipped dessert, opting instead for an aperitif followed by espressos. We continued the idle conversation from before until it was time to go. While I offered to pay, Jody insisted, (thank God) as she had invited everyone.
I thanked Jody for a great evening and a wonderful dinner. As she dug through her bag for a pen, she started teasing me again. “I saw you undressing Brooke with your eyes tonight. You are quite incorrigible!”
“I was not doing that! Besides, I didn’t have to use my eyes, she flashed everything when she put her coat on!”
“Yeah, I don’t remember that dress being that short when we bought it. I think she had it hemmed shorter here in town. I have to apologize again for my appearance tonight. I am going to climb in the shower as soon as I get back to the room.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about Jody. I am not sucking up to you when I say you look amazing tonight. Fantastic.” I wasn’t kidding. Every man in the room was noticing Jody.
Jody finished signing the bill and started to gather her things. “Professor, you are good with the compliments. I do appreciate them.” Jody slipped out of her jacket revealing her beautiful naked shoulders, emphasizing the magnificent breasts her halter barely kept in place. Try though I did, my eyes were fixed on those shoulders and tits. They were amazing.
“Well, good night Professor. It’s been fun.” She fetched something from her bag and slid it across the table to me. She removed her hand revealing a key card. “You’ve been staring all night. If you want to see it all up close, come up to room 612 in 15 minutes. I’ll be in the shower.”
Jody stood and smiled at me. Then she turned and left the room without looking back. My cock had been hard the entire evening. It got harder at the thought of seeing Jody up close. I headed to the bar to have a couple of shots before I went upstairs.
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