by Mia Clark
I pick up my key at the front desk after waiting in a line that seems to take forever. Yup... I really kind of wish I'd arrived yesterday. That's what I did last year, and it was so much simpler with less fuss. Everyone else shows up at the last minute, too, so it gets really bad sometimes.
"How about I start unloading the car and bringing stuff up to your room, and you go check out your course registrations?" my mom says.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" I ask. "That would probably be best, though... I'll make it quick, I promise! I did most of it online earlier, so I just have to do a final sign off, basically. It shouldn't take long."
"Of course, hun," my mom says with a smile. "Don't get distracted by some dreamy college athlete boy, though."
"Mom," I say, staring at her. "Why would I even do that? That's not going to happen ever."
"Oh, I don't know. You got distracted by Ethan, didn't you? He fits the bill of a dreamy college athlete boy, doesn't he?"
"That's not even the same."
"I'm just saying," she says, dismissive. "From the looks of it, there's some pretty dreamy boys around here. Mm mm yum!"
"Excuse me, you're married!" I tell her, trying not to laugh.
"Don't worry," she says to me, nodding twice. "Your stepfather will appreciate it later. It's like window shopping and then going back home to buy what you want online, just a lot sexier."
"Mom, did you really just say that?"
"What? I can look, Ashley. I promise I won't touch, don't worry. Even if someone tries their hardest to pick me up. I do have that whole milf allure, don't I?"
"Do you even know what milf means?" I ask her.
"Of course I do!" my mother says, with far too much pride in her voice. "Mother I'd like to—"
"Alright, Mom, that's great, I'm going now, thanks for the help, I'll see you up in my room, bye." I need to talk fast so that she can't finish what she's saying before I'm gone.
And she doesn't. I have succeeded! I hurry away towards the registration area. It's not too crowded right now, but it probably will be later. Everyone usually unpacks first, then comes down here at the last minute, too. I'm a few hours ahead of that, thankfully.
I turn back one last time to make sure my mom's alright, or... I don't know, I just feel better when she's around. Even if she's kind of silly and weird sometimes, she's fun and comforting, too.
She's there, watching me, smiling. When she sees me looking back at her, she gives me a little wave. I wave back and smile, too.
*** Ashley
Registration is done! Mostly I just had to pick up my course sheet and then I stopped by the college bookstore to grab my books, too. Hopefully my mom isn't getting into too much trouble.
My dorm room is on the fourth floor at the end of the hall, so I take the elevator up and then rush down the hall, find the door, and open it quick. I hurry inside because to be honest I'm kind of worried my mom's going to be in some sort of weird, awkward trouble, or embarrassing my new roommate, or something, but...
"Hi, hun," she says, smiling at me. "I brought up your clothes first. I figured it'd be easier to unpack those. Your stepfather got you this desk and dresser. Isn't that nice?"
Oh! I didn't know he was going to do that. Actually, um... I was kind of just planning on keeping my clothes sort of packed away in boxes, because it's not like you have a ton of space in these rooms sometimes. The dresser and desk looks nice, though. Not too big, and it's fine for my side of the room.
These rooms are a little bigger than last year, too. I guess I've been upgraded? Becoming a sophomore has its perks, apparently.
"It is really nice," I say, smiling. "He didn't have to do that. I'll call him after we're done unpacking and say thanks."
"He'll like that," she says. "I told him you didn't have anything but a tote for your clothes and he insisted on helping. He thought it'd be a fun surprise. I guess the movers delivered it earlier."
"The desk is really nice, too," I say. "It'll be nice to have a place to do my work other than the library or my bed."
"And once you get that giant teddy bear, your entire side of the room will be perfect!" my mom adds.
"Mom, no," I say. All of the teddy bear horror from earlier in the day comes rushing back to me. "No teddy bear. Please. Just... no."
My mom looks at me, confused, one eyebrow raised. "What's wrong? Are you scared of teddy bears?"
"No, it's..." I can't even have this conversation right now. Or ever! I...
She's still looking at me, though. Concerned now, and like there's something seriously wrong, and, um... there is something seriously wrong, but it's not actually that serious? It's complicated...
"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone ever not even a single word, alright?" I say.
"I promise, dear. I'm your mother," she says.
That doesn't even help, Mom. That kind of makes this worse.
I can still change my mind. I could make something else up. I'm so bad at lying, though, especially when I'm trying to lie to my mother. It's not even that bad, is it? Out of all the potentially bad things I've done with Ethan, how does this one rate? I mean, we don't even really do bad things exactly, it's just, um... naughty things?
This isn't helping. I'm not helping.
Fine. I'm going to say it. Fast. No big deal, right?
"Ethan was teasing me earlier, because he made me a dildo replica of his penis for, um... use... personal use... and I told him that it wasn't the same because I couldn't cuddle with it, so he told me I could get a giant teddy bear and strap it onto it for cuddling, and that's when you and his dad came in and so you can see how this is really really embarrassing, and..."
"Ashley, take a breath! Calm down. Breathe in... breathe out... inhale... exhale..."
"I don't know why I told you that," I say, after breathing in and out. I breathe in and out again after that, just for good measure. You can never have enough breathing, right? Kind of necessary, actually.
"Well, I definitely don't think it's a good idea for your stepfather to buy you a teddy bear if you're going to do lewd things with it," my mom says. "I'll make sure to persuade him against it, don't you worry about that."
"Thanks," I say.
"Ethan really made you a dildo replica of his penis?" my mom asks.
"Um... yes."
"Really!" she says, astounded. "Technology these days. I didn't even know that was possible. Does it vibrate?"
"I think so, but I haven't..." Wait. Stop! "Mom, I'm not having this conversation with you. I'm not."
"That's fine. We don't have to talk about it. Can I see it?"
"Mom, it's a replica of Ethan's penis," I remind her.
"Ashley! That's not why I want to see it. I'm just curious about the quality. Where do you get something like that made?"
"I don't know, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you."
"Well, that's rude," she says, half pouting and half grinning, and also half laughing. I don't care that those add up to more than one-hundred percent. My mom is one-hundred-and-fifty percent embarrassing me right now.
"Did you bring it with you?" she asks.
"Yup..." Wait! "Nope! It's not in any of my bags and you'll never find it no matter what!"
"Oh ye of little faith..." she says, mischief in her voice.
"Mom."
"Ashley," she says, trying to mime my tone, but really she just sounds petulant. I don't even sound petulant!
Thankfully I'm saved by my phone ringing. I... have no idea where it is, though. I think I put it in my backpack, and my backpack must be here, and...
My mom gestures towards it, just laying on my bed. I hurry over and open the front pocket, pulling out my phone. It can only be one person, which is exciting.
I check the caller ID just to make sure, but I don't even have to.
It's Ethan!
I answer the phone quick and I'm pretty sure I gush and sound like a complete ditz, but I miss him. It's only been a couple hours, but I'm still allowed t
o miss him, I'm pretty sure. Right?
"I'll leave you two alone for a few," my mom says, drifting towards the door. "Maybe I'll bring up some more of your things, too. I promise I won't snoop around for any unmentionables."
I'm supposed to be gushing and fawning over Ethan here, but my mom is totally ruining it. "Don't you even dare!" I yell at her.
"Sorry, Princess!" Ethan says, laughing on the other end of the phone.
"Not you," I tell him. "My mom."
She waves goodbye to me and sneaks out the door, but not before giving me the most devilish looking grin I've ever seen.
"What's up?" he asks me.
"Ethan, I told her," I say. "It was an accident."
"Uh... told her what?"
"About, um... about things..."
"Oh, yeah? That explains everything," he says.
"Shut up. Don't be mean to me. Rule number twelve!"
"Fuck," he says.
"I... I told her about Ethan version 2.0, but I didn't, um... she was saying how she'd make sure to ask your dad to get the teddy bear, and... I needed to explain to her why she couldn't ask him to get me a giant teddy bear, so..."
Ethan doesn't say anything. Then he doesn't say even more things. The phone is very quiet. Did we lose connection?
Oh, um... nope. There he is, laughing at me. It's loud. He's my boyfriend and he's laughing at me! Wow.
"Really, Ethan?" I say. "This isn't funny!"
"It's kind of funny, Princess," he says.
"It's a little funny but you're not supposed to laugh at me. It's embarrassing. She even asked if she could see it to check the quality."
"You going to show her, then?"
"What? No!"
"If it makes you feel better, I had to deal with talking to my dad about underboob, so you're not the only one working through embarrassing situations."
"Why were you talking to your dad about that?" I ask him.
"You aren't going to ask what underboob is first?" he says, teasing me.
"Ethan, I know what underboob is. I'm not an idiot."
"Whoa, calm down there, Little Miss Perfect."
"I actually kind of want to try it sometime. Do you think I'd look sexy? Just a nightshirt or something? If I cut it low for, um... underboob purposes..."
"Yeah? Tell me more."
"And then if we're sleeping together, or cuddling, you can run your hand up my bare stomach, under my shirt, and—"
He cuts me off quick. "Your mom's not there, is she?"
"Nope!" I can be as naughty as I want!
"Good," he says, and I can practically hear the wicked grin in his voice. "Now what were you saying about your stomach and cuddling and your breasts?"
"I was saying..." I say. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too," he says, laughing. "It's just a week, alright? Then I'll help you with your nightshirt underboob problem for sure."
"Aww, you're so sweet," I say, sarcastic.
"Damn straight."
*** Ethan
My dad's out right now. He thought it'd be cool if we both grabbed dinner after this, and he said he'd help me with a few other things, which ended up turning this whole visit into an overnight trip. Right now he's getting a room at a hotel nearby so he can stay there for the night, since the prospect of sleeping on my floor didn't appeal to him.
Look, you're my dad, and I love you and all, but there's one bed and it's mine. I'm not going to sleep on the floor, either.
It's fine, though. He just laughed at me when I told him that. Now I'm talking to Ashley, and, uh...
It's getting kind of sexy, except her mom's there. I mean, yeah, she's not right there right now, but she's there and probably coming back, so this can't get too sexy, now can it? I'm trying to tone it down, but my cock doesn't necessarily agree. This phone talking stuff is hard, man.
It's all fun and games and talk of underboob and cuddling and caressing her stomach until someone's mom walks in, and in this case it's her mom and my stepmom so that's bad times two.
Little Miss Perfect over here kind of knows what's up, though. She knows it, and she knows she can tease me relentlessly about it. What kind of girl am I dating here? I thought she was supposed to be a good girl, but the way she's talking. Fuck...
"I can't wait to see you this weekend," Ashley says, all sultry and soft. "I really can't wait to see all of you, Ethan..."
"Oh yeah?" I ask her. Two can play at this game. "If you want to see all of me so bad, how about a trade? I'll show you mine if you show me yours? Right now. Text for text, Princess."
"Um..." That trips her up.
It was just sexy words before this, but now I'm upping the ante. I'm not the one who has to worry about someone walking in on me all of a sudden, either.
Then I hear something. Yeah, uh... didn't expect that. It's a click. The door?
"You promise?" she asks me. "If we're quick, we can, um... do your little trade idea?"
Aw yeah. You know that moment when you're just kind of relaxed, but really feeling it, all flirty and everything. Your cock knows what's going on, and it's partially ready to make good on any future promises you might make, but it's just hanging out, waiting. Not a full erection, but ready at a moment's notice.
Maybe you don't know, because, uh... you know... but that's fine. Just pretend you know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, yeah, that moment's notice just happened, and I'm ready for business right here. I'm not the type of guy to send girls dick pics or anything, but since Miss Goodie Two Shoes over here asked so politely, I'm not about to turn her down. I'll send you everything you could ever want, Princess. All I ask is the same in return.
"What are you doing right now?" I ask her.
"I'm trying to figure out how to do this!" she says, laughing.
"It's not like there's much to it," I say. "Just strip down, look sexy as fuck like you always do, and send me the pics."
"Ethan, it's not that simple," she says, matter-of-fact. "Do you know how hard it is to take nice pictures sometimes? There's a lot of effort that goes into it! I took almost fifty pictures just to get the perfect Facebook profile picture."
"Holy fuck, are you serious?"
"What? How many did you take for yours? It's really nice, so it must have been a lot, right?"
"Uh, one?" I say.
"I don't even believe you," she says, like she's angry at me.
Look, Princess, don't be mad at me for my amazing photo skills. All you do is point, aim, and click, then, snap, you've got a picture. It's not my fault I look great.
Honestly, I bet all fifty of her pictures were amazing as fuck, too, and she's just doing that girl perfectionist thing or whatever. It's cool. I'm not going to harass her about it. But, yeah, listen, she'd look sexy as fuck wearing a t-shirt made out of a paper bag, so I don't know what she's worrying about.
"Alright," she says. "I sent you the first—"
She says some more stuff, but I'm kind of busy scrambling with my phone so I can see what she's sent me. My phone buzzes to let me know I have a new text, but I already knew that. Fuck you, phone, just show me the...
Wow. Fucking wow...
I can hear Ashley trying to talk to me through the speaker in my phone, but I'm just gaping and staring at the picture. I can't stop. This is high quality stuff right here, you don't even know. I'm not even sure what she was worried about before.
It's not a fully naked picture like we talked about, but I could see it as the first in a series, you know? This is erotic art at its finest or something. Provocative Poses by Ashley. In the picture she has her t-shirt pulled up by her chin, and her bra is pulled up a little under that, too. While she's holding the shirt and bra in the middle with one hand, she's staring at the camera with a sort of cute demure look.
Fuck, that look, man...
It's the kind of look where she looks like she's looking down a little, sort of shy. Her head is tilted down, at least. Her eyes are where it's at, though. She looks up with t
hose, just the slightest amount, kind of looking beneath her lashes or whatever you want to call it. The picture would get me hard if only for that look alone, but...
Her perfect as fuck beautiful breasts are right under her pouty lips and sexy eyes, set free from the confines of everything. The hand holding up her bra and shirt sort of parts her breasts a little, giving them even more room to spread out and showcase themselves. I just want to fucking reach out and grab them, but they're kind of trapped in my phone right now. How fucking tragic is that?
"Ethan?" she says. "Ethan, are you there?"
"Hold on," I say, but I'm not even sure if she can hear me.
My finger reaches out and taps at my phone. I don't even want to touch my phone, I'd love to be touching that perky fucking stiff nipple of hers in the center of her beautiful breast, but, uh... yeah, it's my phone.
Fuck.
The tap of her nipple sends my phone back to the conversation at hand, the picture disappearing from view. I've still got the memory, though. My cock definitely got the memo, too.
I bring the phone back to my ear and say, "Wow."
"Oh, you're there!" she says, excited and laughing. "I thought maybe the call dropped or something, or maybe you didn't like it, or..."
"Hold up," I say. "Just going to stop you right there, Princess. That picture is amazing and it's a thing of dreams. I kind of want to set it as my phone background or maybe have it show up whenever you call me, that's how amazing it is."
"Ethan!" she practically screeches at me. "Don't you even dare!"
"This is art, Princess. You've captivated me."
"You can't show anyone," she says, hushed. "It's just for you."
"Yeah, I know," I say, grinning. "I was just teasing you, don't worry. It's fucking amazing, though. Seriously, I wish you were here right now."
"You liked it that much?" she asks, a hint of a pleased smirk in her voice.
"Fuck yeah," I say.
"Show me," she says.
Yeah... I know what that means...
"Alright, give me a second," I tell her.
"If you show me and I think you really really liked it, I'll show you a little more from another angle, too," she says.