“We’ll start out slow,” he said. “It won’t be too cold. You’ll see.”
With Dave’s encouragement, she started running. They kept the pace slow while their muscles loosened up and they searched for a good rhythm. Her nipples were still hard and visible, and it was quite likely that each of Dave’s encouraging glances toward her also afforded him a look at her protruding tits. But that was okay also, because she liked the feeling of a strong young man running beside her, admiring her body.
Ten minutes later, Shanna was not quite so certain that she shouldn’t have insisted on going back inside. The cold was no longer a problem—Dave had been right about that. But despite her self appraisal that she was personally fit and strong, she was finding herself struggling to keep up with him. The combination of the cold air and her strong desire to impress him had her running significantly faster than she usually did and the effort was beginning to take its toll upon her. The wind burned in her chest and her muscles were growing tired.
What was worse, all of the running was making her sweat—something she really should have considered before letting Dave talk her into this. And as any antiperspirant commercial could tell you, sweat was not as sexy as the movies sometimes tried to make it appear.
Suddenly, Dave became aware of her difficulty. He moved in close beside her and began to coach her pace. “Let’s ease back a little,” he said. “You’re in excellent shape, but running on the road isn’t the same as running on a treadmill or a track.”
His voice was calm and soothing, and he matched his actions to his advice, slowing his own stride to encourage Shanna to cut her own speed.
She followed his lead gracefully. “I don’t understand what the problem is,” she said. “I usually work out for forty-five minutes.”
“It’s probably a combination of factors,” Dave told her. “First off, if you’re used to a treadmill it’s often hard to regulate your speed without it. On the machine you punch a few numbers and it keeps your pace constant. Out here, you have no such luxury. What’s more, roads are uneven, and while treadmills let you adjust the grade, it’s all the equivalent of uphill. Downhill puts a whole different strain on your muscles.”
“Is that so?” Shanna asked. She was still embarrassed that she was doing so poorly, but Dave was truly making her feel better about it. The slower pace was also calming her racing heart and easing her labored breathing.
“There might be another reason as well,” Dave told her. A slight change in the tone of his voice attracted Shanna’s attention to his face. He looked happy, peaceful, and perhaps a touch excited, all of which made Shanna feel glad she had decided to come running with him.
“And what might that be?” she asked.
“It’s just possible,” Dave told her, “that you also wanted to impress me and that encouraged you to run a little faster than you might have otherwise.”
“Impress you?” Shanna asked, unable to suppress her own smile. “Now why would I want to do that?”
“Well, it could be that you heard I’ve run track since middle school and you wanted to show me you could keep up with me.”
“Go on,” Shanna told him.
“And it could be just the unconscious natural desire which a beautiful woman feels to impress a handsome man.”
He thinks I’m beautiful, Shanna thought, missing most of the rest of Dave’s statement.
“And it could simply be that you like me and wanted to impress me because of that.”
Shanna caught this one, but was unable to ascertain just which kind of like Dave was referring to. “Which answer do you think it is?” she asked.
“I hope it’s number three,” he told her, “but in the end it doesn’t matter. You succeeded. I’m impressed. I like your style and I hope we go running again.”
The phone rang the minute Dave and Shanna re-entered the house. Shanna had a good idea who was calling, but she answered it anyway.
“Hello?”
“Tell me all about that scrumptious package you just went running with,” a woman’s voice answered.
“Good morning, Loren, can you hold for a moment?”
Without waiting for an answer, Shanna placed the receiver against her sweaty shoulder and spoke to Dave. He was all sweaty too and she liked the thought of peeling off his T-shirt so she could lick her way down his pecs and abs to that prize dick of his.
In the light of day, she was really regretting squandering her opportunity last night. Now she would never learn just how large an erection Dave could get.
“Dave, before you take your shower, would you mind slipping down into the basement? There’s a pile of clean towels on the dryer. Bobby was supposed to carry them up last night, but I don’t know if he did.”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Elder,” Dave agreed.
“The basement door is in the kitchen,” Shanna told him.
She watched Dave’s tight ass until it disappeared from view, then lifted the phone back to her ear. “I’m back,” she told the receiver.
“Who is he?” Loren asked. “I saw the two of you running this morning. I’m so proud of you! What a prize! You’ve finally gotten yourself a boy toy.”
Shanna couldn’t help laughing. “I knew you would think that,” she said.
Loren was Shanna’s next door neighbor, an attractive white woman in her early forties, and a genuinely close friend. They’d been through a lot together over the years: getting their divorces at about the same time, struggling to raise their kids on their own, learning to deal with life without a steady man.
Both women had gone husband hunting in the years following the failures of their respective marriages, but both had been too smart to get involved with another jerk. But when Shanna had begun turning more frequently to mechanical sex to fulfill her needs, Loren had begun seeking cheap thrills with younger men.
“So who is he?” Loren asked again.
“He’s Bobby’s roommate,” Shanna explained.
“Oh, honey,” Loren said, “I am so envious. What a good boy you have bringing home a present like that. My worthless kids won’t even come home for the holidays.”
The latter situation was why Shanna had invited Loren to eat Thanksgiving dinner with her family tonight. Loren had started fighting with her kids when they were in high school and the situation had gotten so bad that neither her son nor her daughter visited very often.
There was a lesson to be learned in that. Shanna would have to be careful in how she got Bobby to follow the rules again. She didn’t want to drive him permanently away.
“Dave is not a present. He’s just a house guest.”
“Honey,” Loren said, “he got you running outside the house again. How many years since you did that? He’s not just a houseguest. So what’s he like in bed?”
“Loren!”
“Okay, okay, I guess you can’t talk about it now.”
“There is nothing happening between us!” Shanna said.
Loren hesitated for a moment. “Then you won’t mind if I try and take him home with me tonight?”
“Loren!”
Her friend started laughing. “I’m just trying to figure out the ground rules. I mean, if you’re not actually sleeping with him then he’s fair game for me, right?”
Loren was succeeding in jumbling up Shanna’s emotions. She didn’t want to admit to her friend that she was interested in Dave partly because she had teased Loren for years about pursuing younger men and partly because a substantial part of her conscience still told her it was wrong to sleep with her son’s college roommate. At the same time, she definitely didn’t want Loren trying to move in on him.
“Look,” she said, “he’s my son’s roommate. For this weekend would you just pretend he’s a member of my family?”
“I could do that,” Loren agreed, “but try and keep in mind that I saw the two of you running this morning and I know that you’re not pretending he’s another son.”
Shanna put the turkey in the oven and then
took a shower. Her daughter Stevie and her boyfriend, Edward, should be arriving soon and she wanted to be ready. This was the first young man Stevie had brought home since going away to school, so Shanna knew he was important. She just hoped they weren’t going to make an announcement. Junior year in college was much too young to get married.
Bobby slept in until nearly ten o’clock and woke up feeling surly. Shanna wasn’t certain what was wrong with him, but she was more than ready for it to stop. He came downstairs still grumbling about the towels, grabbed a box of Fruit Loops, and went off to watch television. When Shanna was cleaning up after him a couple of hours later she discovered that her son had also snagged himself a couple of beers.
Dave offered all of the cheerful help that Bobby should have been providing. He was a delight to have around, and not just because of his tight ass and great abs. He was just good company, and it surely didn’t hurt her self-esteem that Dave enjoyed a little flirting—not to mention the way his eyes tracked her movements. It made Shanna want to try and make dinner a little more special than usual.
Shanna stopped peeling carrots. “Dave, do you mind if I ask you a question?”
Dave stopped peeling as well and turned to squarely face her. A mere eighteen inches separated them.
“Did you only bring jeans and T-shirts or did you pack some dressier clothing?
Dave instantly understood where Shanna was going. “I didn’t bring a jacket,” he told her, “but I have something I can wear with a tie. Bobby said dinner would be casual, but it’s Thanksgiving and I wanted to be prepared.”
“You know my daughter, Stevie, is bringing her young man to meet me today,” Shanna said. “I was thinking that under the circumstances it might be nice to dress up a little.” That was true, of course, even if it wasn’t the real reason for her suggestion.
“That sounds great,” Dave said. “I wish I had brought my jacket.”
“Well that might be a little too formal,” Shanna suggested, although in fact she liked the idea. “You don’t actually have to wear the tie.”
“No, I want to,” Dave insisted. “It will be nice. Besides, you’re going to a lot of trouble to cook this feast for us. It’s the least we can do to show our appreciation.”
Shanna was so pleased by Dave’s response. She really liked to hear him complement her. “Well, I don’t think I’d call it a feast.”
Somehow, as they were speaking, the space between them began to diminish until only a few inches now separated them.
“Hey, I’ve been eating cafeteria food for the past few months. Believe me, this qualifies as a feast.”
They were almost touching now. Shanna had no idea how Dave had gotten so close to her, but there was almost no space left between their bodies. Hell, the way her nipples were swelling beneath her shirt her breasts would soon be grazing his chest.
Shanna was looking up into Dave’s eyes, half-hoping that his mouth would come down to her lips.
“So what you’re saying,” she told him, “is that I’m only good in comparison to cafeteria food.”
“Oh no,” Dave objected. “From what I’ve seen so far you are in a class by yourself.”
His mouth dipped towards her; her breast grazed his chest, and some idiot rang the front door bell.
Both Dave and Shanna stepped back from each other. At the front of the house, the door opened and a woman’s voice called out. “Mom, Bobby, we’re home. Come and meet Edward.”
Shanna and Dave hesitated, still looking at each other. Both were flushed and excited. The bulge in Dave’s jeans was noticeably larger and Shanna’s nipples still pushed at her heavy bra. Tragic as it seemed, their brief opportunity was gone.
“Have you met my daughter yet?” Shanna asked.
Dave shook his head, a frustrated smile on his face. He indicated the kitchen door with his hand. “Lead the way.”
Shanna’s daughter Stevie was a younger version of herself with rich dark skin, long flowing hair, full, firm breasts, and great thighs. Her boyfriend, Edward, was a handsome dark-skinned man with broad shoulders and lots of height. His grip was a touch too strong, but Shanna put that down to enthusiasm and not the normal inane male dominance game that Shanna’s ex-husband had always played.
“It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Elder,” Edward told her. “Stevie has told me so much about you that I feel like we’ve already met.”
“I feel the same way,” Shanna exaggerated. “Welcome to our home.”
She introduced Dave, because Bobby had not appeared from the living room yet. “This is my son’s roommate, Dave. He’s also staying with us for the weekend.”
While Dave shook hands with Stevie and Edward, Shanna went on to explain the arrangements. “I put Dave on the sofa bed in my office, so Stevie, I want you to show Edward to the guestroom next to my bedroom.”
“Right, Mom,” Stevie agreed. “You know you don’t have to keep an eye on us this weekend. This is your house and we respect that.”
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” Shanna lied, “but while we’re on the subject of respect, I thought it would be nice if we honored Edward’s visit by dressing up a bit for dinner today.”
“What?” Bobby asked as he appeared in the foyer.
“Come meet Edward,” Shanna told him. “We were just discussing whether or not we should dress up a little for dinner.”
“I think it’s a great idea,” Stevie said. “What do you think Edward?”
“What ever you and your mother want is fine with me,” Edward said.
“Well, I don’t want to dress up,” Bobby announced.
“Come on, it will be fun,” Stevie told him.
“Just ignore him,” Shanna suggested. “He’s made it clear since he got home that he’s going to do what he wants anyway, so we’ll let him make his own decision. The rest of us can look nice with or without him.”
Bobby started to protest again, but Shanna cut him off. “You have a problem with that too? I’ve said you can make your own decision, now please do us the courtesy of letting us make ours.”
She turned back to Stevie and Edward. “Stevie, why don’t you show Edward his room upstairs while I call Loren and tell her the dress code has been upgraded.”
“You invited Loren again?” Stevie asked. She waved a teasing warning finger at Edward. “You better watch yourself around her. She likes younger men and I’d better not catch you encouraging her interest.”
Edward raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m already taken. Maybe we can turn her toward Dave.”
Bobby and Stevie laughed, but Shanna felt her own lips tightening into a frown. She definitely did not like that idea. “Loren is coming to eat and share our company,” she told them, “not to find a date. And I would greatly appreciate it if we could refrain from mentioning this again until after she goes home this evening. I will be so embarrassed if one of you says something inappropriate.”
“Chill out, Mom,” Stevie said. “Edward was only teasing. Besides, Dave is probably too young even for Loren’s infamous tastes. After all, she hasn’t gone after Bobby yet, has she?”
“Hey, I wish!” Bobby said. “Loren may be old, but she’s hot,” he explained to Dave and Edward.
“That’s enough!” Shanna told them. “And that’s Mrs. Silver to you, young man.”
“Not Ms. Mom?” Stevie laughed. “Or does she want the young men to know she’s been married so they think they’re more likely to get lucky?”
All of this was striking too close to home today and Shanna’s cheeks were flushing. “Please, enough, I don’t want to hear any more of this.” She didn’t actually think that her request would stop them, but at least it should slow them down until she was out of earshot.
“Now, Stevie, please show Edward to his room so he can get settled. I’ve got to call Loren and let her know what’s happening. Dinner is at 4:00 p.m. She’ll probably come over about 2:30 so try and be ready before then. Bobby, what’s
it going to be: casual or shirt and tie?”
Bobby’s smile warmed Shanna’s heart. It was the first time he looked genuinely happy since she’d complained about his beer in the kitchen last night. His attitude, however, still left something to be desired.
“Well seeing how Mrs. Silver will be joining us, I’d better look my best. I can’t let Dave and Edward get all of her attention.”
Stevie, Edward, and Dave all laughed, but part of Shanna feared that her son was completely serious.
Shanna went down into the basement to collect the rest of her laundry. She’d gotten tied up in the kitchen and now had only thirty minutes until Loren was supposed to arrive. As every woman knew, half an hour wasn’t enough time to get dressed, so now she really needed to bear down and hurry.
She loaded piles of T-shirts, shorts, and the needed bras and panties into her basket and carried them upstairs. Of course, someone was already in the bathroom, but Shanna didn’t absolutely have to get in there yet. She had showered after her run with Dave and all she really needed was her clothes and her makeup table.
She closed her bedroom door and decided not to block it with a chair. Since she wasn’t planning to masturbate, the humiliation of her son reprising last night’s unexpected entry would be considerably lessened. Besides, accidentally catching his mother dressing would probably horrify Bobby so that he would never fail to knock again.
Shanna set the laundry basket down on the bed and quickly pulled off her shirt. Her large breasts were well covered by her sturdy white bra—much better covered than they would be this evening. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and let it slide forward, exposing her breasts and nipples. She tossed the bra onto the bed beside the laundry basket, then kicked off her shoes, and slid her sweat pants and panties to the floor. The cool air told her how sweaty she had become. She was going to have to take a second shower whether she had time for it or not.
Shanna removed her socks and then slipped into her robe. Down the hall, she found the bathroom still occupied so she knocked on the door.
“Somebody’s in here,” Stevie answered.
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