The Awakening of Chris by mistermonster

‘Mom!’ I yelled, “Paul’s coming up on Friday, is it still OK if he stays here?””Of course it is”.

I texted Paul back – ALL GD M8…..PARTY TIME!!!!!

It was a bit embarrassing really. I am 22 years old and I was still living at home. But let me explain.

My name is Chris Jackson. I left school when I was 16 when I scored a fantastic opportunity to do a course in photography and work as an assistant at a film production house. The pay wasn’t great but it was something I was passionate about. I got to mix with some pretty inspirational and famous people, travel to filming locations and learn my trade under the guidance of some of the most respected cinematographers in the world.

I was lucky that my Dad got moved to a big company in a city where the film industry is huge. This meant that my opportunities increased tenfold.

My life was a whirlwind of changing casts, pre-shoot parties, after-shoot parties and during-shoot parties. In my first 4 years I worked on 2 films that received awards and even had my name read out on stage at the Oscars. Shortly afterwards I was promoted. This meant a step up in pay. A big step up.

I was living at my parents place so I could save up a deposit for my own place. In the 3 years since I left school I had managed to put away almost 270 grand. I was a master saver. I paid a small rent contribution to my parents but my Mom (who was really the only attentive parent) was so supportive of me and my desire to set myself up properly that she often let it slide – sometime for months on end.

It also helped that my barely there Dad was a big wig in a financial company and was bringing home a fairly hefty salary.

As far as my living conditions went I had a pretty cool set up. I had my own separate apartment, which was basically a 2 story pool house looking out over the outside dining area and large kidney shaped pool. I had my own bathroom, kitchen and living area. Even though I had the freedom of living alone I wasn’t into extravagant possessions. My only big ticket purchase had been the 65 inch flatscreen TV that took up an entire corner of the lounge area and my monthly subscription to the various sports channels.

It was a little slice of paradise that had seen some great parties and some hot bedroom action (including a semi famous actress who decided to crash at mine one night and ended up stay for a whole week).

I knew I had it pretty sweet. I tried not to take advantage of it as I knew that I needed to learn how to be a grown up if I wanted to be a home owner. And I would be a home owner!

The house was tidy ready for Paul to arrive. Paul had been my best mate at school.

We were inseperable from the age of 7. We both loved sport, watching sport, talking about sport……The difference was that he was actively involved in actually participating in various sports where I was a ‘supporter’ and occasional gym goer.

Paul was about the same height as me. Around six one. He was fairly muscular (a bit too fond of the low cut V neck shirts!) whereas I had the physic of guy who looked after himself but wasn’t a fan of weights.

Paul was currently working for an advertising agency based in a city about 3 hours flying time from me. We had kept in touch and met up a few times a year. And thing usually got pretty crazy when we did. Too much booze, flirting with the ladies and powerful hangovers.

I had our weekend all sorted. Friday night was going to be a quietish one. We’d hook up the games console, order in some pizza and drink some beer. Saturday morning we’d head up into the hills on the motorbikes and do some offroading. Then it would be back home, showers and then into town to watch the game at Dexy’s bar ‘n’ grill. Then on to the clubs, Syphers, The Grit, Annex and our personal favorite Cage.

Sunday would be recovery and just hanging out and then Paul was heading back on the redeye on Monday morning.

It was going to be a good time.

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The week passed slowly. I was in between shoots so my days were essentially empty. I received occasional calls from Producers and various leads of the units making sure we had certain things in place. I went to the gym a few times, caught up with some friends and generally ‘hung out’ with myself.

When I woke up on Friday morning I was a bundle of excitement.

“Calm down honey” my Mother called after me as I ran through to the garage and hoped into my Mum’s Prius (yep….a Prius…..a beige Prius). I made my way down to the bottle store and got some 6 packs, some bourbon and more 6 packs. The young guy behind the counter looked me up and down and decided asking me for ID was too much of a hassle.

By the afternoon I was ready to head out to the airport. The beers were in the chiller, the games console was hooked up and the Pizza order had been made.

I got to the airport about 10 minutes before Paul’s flight arrived. I checked the arrivals board and saw that his flight had officially landed. I waited in the arrivals hall until I saw his large frame emerge through the gate.

He spotted me straight away and burst into a huge smile.

He walked over to me and we hugged, slapped each others backs and did all the usual things that two males do when they see each other.

The drive home was the catch up time. He told me about a girl he was seeing back home. It had been going on for just under a year but they were having great sex. His job was going well and he had recently been promoted to a Management role. It was strange that Paul was doing well at work. The idea of him stuck behind an office desk didn’t really match his love of the outdoors and sporty nature.

He seemed interested in my lifestyle with the rich and famous. I told him all about my week long tryst with a famous girl – his eyes popped out of his head when I mentioned her name.

“You mean the girl who played Samantha Powers in Fly Away?”

“The very same.”

“You lucky bastard.”

“Any chance you’ll see her again?”

“Probably not – she’s just started filming a big blockbuster with Channing Tatum. I think I’m a bit below her pecking order now.”

I was kind of sad about that. She was a really nice girl and absolutely stunning – and she fucked like a wildcat. She had left me her number but after the project we were working on finished she declined to answer my text. Oh well…..something to tell the Grandkids.

We pulled into the garage and walked through to my apartment. Paul whistled when he saw my new TV.

“Man – bachelors life huh. That 60 inches?”

“65 glorious HD inches” I grinned.

“You get the room at the bottom of the stairs again – get yourself sorted. The pizza will be here in about 30 minutes.”

With Paul sorting himself out I took the chance to get everything fired up. The TV and games console switched on, beers no nice and cold, Friday night football show on in the background.

Paul emerged a few minutes later wearing a pair of shorts and tight army t-shirt. He was pretty big.

“You been working out bro?”

“Gotta hit the gym more now that I’m behind a desk 40 hours a week.”

“Surprised that the shirt isn’t ripping…..Hulk.”

I couldn’t believe how much bigger he was. It was like he had grown an extra few inches of height. Massive shoulders and sculpted arms tapering into a slim waist. Dude was a tank!

“Probably should let Mom know that you’ve arrived. She’ll be happy to see you.”

We walked past the pool and in through the large doors into the kitchen.

“MOM….Paul’s here.”

Mom popped up from behind the counter. She has obviously been sunning herself by the pool. She was wearing a sarong covering her lower half and a thin blouse covering her chest.

I probably should tell you about my Mom.

She is 48 years old (my Dad is 53). She doesn’t really look her age though. I would love to say it is because of clean living and good genes but it is fair to say that she has had a lot of ‘help’ with maintaining her looks.

She does work hard at the gym and fitness classes. This has meant she has kept her figure athletic and toned. I always noticed her when she sunbathed. She wasn’t tall, but her legs were slim with a deep tan. Her stomach was taught with a small c-section scar blemishing it’s smoothness. Her breasts were perfectly formed but that was purely down to the abilities of Dr Donald Rhinehorn and his famous artistry in breast augmentation.

Her hair is greying (which oddly enough she didn’t really care about), it was medium length and almost always in a ponytail. She has a warm, friendly face and a sparkling wit.

I can see why my Dad married her.

As she stood up I was slightly embarrassed that her blouse was revealing a little too much of her chest. Her white bikini top obvious and her tummy on show.

“Paul! It’s so wonderful to see you…..my God you’ve got big!”

She walked over to Paul and gave him a huge hug.

She almost disappeared into his embrace. He stood a good foot and a half taller then her.

He returned the hug, lifting her off her feet to the sound of her shrieking.

“Arrrgh – put me down you behemouth!”

She caught up on all the news regarding Paul’s life. I could see Paul taking sneak peeks at her figure. I was relived when the doorbell rang out.

“Pizza.” I cried out.

“Well you boys have a good night – it is so good to see you again Paul.”

With that she walk through to the other room.

I collected the pizza from the stoner delivery guy and walked back to my apartment.

The pizza smelled amazing and we were soon tucking into the hot melted cheese goodness.

Paul grinned at me, “Your Mom is so hot. She’s always been hot. She’s such a MILF.”

I hated this. Every time Paul came over he would drool over my Mom.

“Your a sicko Paul.”

“Nonsense. If you saw her in a club you’d look twice. She’s smokin’ hot.”