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Good Neighbors, Ch 12
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“What’s that, Abbie?” I asked my friend in the backseat.
“M-m-m . . . N-nothing,” she answered in a voice that was faint and distracted.
“Ung-ah-h!” Liz grunted out long and slowly a few seconds later. It made her sound like a starving animal.
“Are you girls alright?” I asked.
Silence.
It was early-October and the three of us were on our way to State College to see Jeff, Benjamin, Preston, Edward and Marty for the first time since August. We were all so very eager to see them again. We had been on edge for a full week as we prepared for this trip. There were new outfits to buy and new lingerie to be picked out. All our pent-up energy just seemed to build and build in anticipation of seeing our young men after being so long apart. To be completely honest, we were three horny mature women with serious needs, and we all agreed that only young college-aged studs with healthy sex-drives could fix what needed fixin’ for us.
For some reason Liz and Abbie had insisted at the last minute that we take my car and that I should drive. Now they were sitting in the backseat, silent except for the occasional stray whimper or grunt. We’d been on the road for thirty minutes already and their strained silence was beginning to get on my nerves.
I glanced at my purse in the passenger seat beside me. There, peeking out from the top of my purse, was my new gift from Preston. It had arrived in the mail along with a much-handled and by then, quite unfragrant pair of my panties accompanied by a simple note expressing hopes that I would enjoy this piece of ‘art’ he had created expressly for me and urgently begging me for a new and freshly soiled pair of my underpants to replace the spent pair he was returning.
I could just make out the unique, hollowed-out groove in the tip of his gift as it peeked up from my bag, but even that little glimpse sent a warm shudder rippling up from my hips to my shoulders. I immediately had the selfish urge to extract Preston’s thoughtful gift from my bag and give myself a serious and much deserved attending-to. Ten minutes of conscientious work between my splayed legs with Preston’s wondrous and thoughtful gift would have been more than enough. I was sure of it.
I dreamed of how satisfying a few brief minutes spent with his gorgeous, ingeniously designed work of art planted between my legs would be. All I need do, I told myself, would be to ease the elegantly curved and sleek length of it from my bag, spread my legs a bit wider and then carefully work it past my panties. It could be deep inside my aching pussy in no time. I even justified it in my head by imagining how much more pungent and damp my panties would be after a little excursion up my already moist love canal. My special and heady perfume coupled with all the nectar I was sure to produce would make these panties an extravagant gift in our little Panty Exchange Club. I had already decided Preston deserved these panties more than anyone else. With a bit more effort on my part, these panties could well win a blue ribbon at the county fair for their fragrance.
It was at that very instant that it dawned on me what was going on. I was being duped and I didn’t like it one damned bit.
“Girls!” I screeched. At the same time, I gave the rear-view mirror a quick twist downward. I couldn’t see the entire backseat, but I could see both my friends with their legs opened wide. I could also see a pair of bright green panties lying crumpled in a heap between them on the backseat.
I was still the designated driver, so I looked back to the road ahead. When I glanced in the mirror again, Abbie’s legs were drawn tightly together once more, and Liz had taken to squirming and fidgeting nervously like a six-year-old caught with her hand in the cookie jar. It wasn’t the cookie jar her hand had been caught in, though.
“Did you make me drive just so the two of you could sit back there and work yourselves into a tizzy with your new gifts from Preston?” I demanded in my sharpest, most self-righteous voice.
There was an uncomfortably long silence, but Abbie finally grunted out distractedly, “Um . . . yeah . . . I guess so.” She sounded like a disappointed child.
It seems my friends had planned this all along. I felt cheated. So did my pussy.
Liz spoke next. “We’re sorry to . . . to treat you like this . . . but . . . but we miss our sons so much!” she managed to stammer out as an apology. “Hope you don’t mind.”
At first, I wondered exactly whose son she was missing so much but I held my tongue. From my view in the mirror, I could see she had hiked her already short dress most of the way up to her hips. The crumpled pair of panties on the seat between them surely must have belonged to her.
I glanced at the richly colored pink and ebony piece of wood poking up out of my purse, checked the busy interstate traffic ahead of us, and resigned myself to another long hour of driving in lonely, frustrated silence.
“Just Sahabet try to keep the moaning and groaning to a minimum, girls. And if the police stop us for any reason, please be considerate and stop what you’re doing. I don’t need a police officer sniffing around asking why you two are performin’ a live sex act in the backseat of my car!”
I adjusted my mirror to view the road behind me once more, remembered the crumpled panties back there and called out loudly to the both of them, “And whoever has their panties off – put them back on! Now! Workin’ yourselves into a fine lather like that is gonna make your little underthings that much more pungent for our panty club members, but you gotta wear ’em if you wanna catch all the honey! Our boys will thank you for it!”
Neither of them answered, but I checked in the mirror a few minutes later and the panties were gone from view. Aside from an occasional grunt or soft whimper, the rest of our trip was uneventful. I missed having a conversation with my two best friends though, and I promised myself I would make up for these long minutes alone and without the comfort of Preston’s gift just as soon as we arrived. I only hoped Preston was there when we arrived. I wanted to thank him in every way I possibly could for his gift.
“That’s the dorm we lived in,” Liz called out as we neared the dormitory where all five of our young men lived.
Abbie blurted out, “Oh lordy, I can hardly wait! It’s been so long!”
Not that long, I thought to myself. I knew from the sounds she had made that her last orgasm had come less than our three minutes ago right after I scolded them and told them to put their toys away. Both had made a point of bringing themselves to one final and loud climax before extracting their pleasure tools and tucking them away.
As if to chide me for my earlier comment about properly soiling her panties for one of the boys, Liz called out, “There. My panties ought to smell to high heaven now!”
Just listening to the pair of them wrestling their dildos all about in the backseat with their legs splayed wide had set my own sex drive on edge. I don’t know how the girls felt after pleasuring themselves over the past ninety miles of highway, but I was ready to take on a whole dormitory full of randy young studs. I wanted, more than anything right now, to park the car outside the dorm, get out and immediately tackle the first young man I saw and ride him bareback all the way to the football stadium. I may be a fifty-eight-year-old grandma and widow, but I certainly wanted my share of young hard cock – and I wanted it soon!
I spotted four of our beloved young men even before we parked in the lot. Jeff and Benjamin broke away from the group on the curb and rushed forward, each to their own mother’s car door. Jeff and Benjamin each gave their mothers big, warm hugs and then exchanged warm greetings. It would have been a lovely, picture-postcard moment except that it was over almost as quickly as it began. As if on cue, both sons circled around hastily to one another’s mothers and hugged and kissed them. I’m sure there was tongue involved. No sooner had Abbie and Liz finally broken from these long passionate kisses with Jeff and Benjamin than they were shepherded to the sidewalk and into the waiting arms and lips of Edward and Marty to repeat this same passionate reunion with them.
Both my friends stood there on the sidewalk in front of the car while I looked on. The reunion left them both dazed, teetering on their high heels. Liz giggled a little. I couldn’t see Abbie’s face, but her little dress had been drawn up so high I could see her ass cheek. She was wearing black panties. I felt a brief urge to caution Abbie about her state of exposure, but decided she wouldn’t be wearing the panties or the dress for very much longer. Besides, she seemed to have other matters on her mind.
I got out, stepped to the sidewalk and watched both my good neighbors being spirited away toward the dormitory entrance with a handsome young man on either side of them. Edward and Jeff each had a hand circling about Liz’s trim waist and broad hips. They had completely exposed her lovely green panties by now. I’m sure she was oblivious to this because she was alternately giving first one, then the other the deepest, most arousing kisses as the two of them half-carried, half-dragged her along between them.
Abbie wasn’t behaving any better and Benjamin was being quite bold. He and Marty were taking turns swapping tongues with Abbie as they staggered their way toward the building. Marty’s hand was firmly attached to Abbie’s sweet, round rump and he was doing his best to both knead and support her with his other hand while Benjamin alternately ran his hand across the sharp contours of her trim waist and then swept around in front to fondle one of those big heavy boobs of hers.
I was flabbergasted by the wanton liberties Liz and Abbie had allowed our young men to take with them. The dormitory door had just swung shut behind Abbie, Benjamin and Marty and I was suddenly Sahabet Giriş feeling quite alone on this immense campus for the first time. Good lord, and I was horny as bunny rabbit in heat to boot! It wasn’t until that very moment that it dawned on me what I had just witnessed. Jeff, Edward, Benjamin, and Marty had taken my friends into the dorm, and they had left their bags in my car. The three of us had booked a suite together at a local motel for the next two nights. The sudden shock hit me that my friends might be spending the coming night alone with at least one hundred healthy, and I was sure, quite horny young men! At first thought, I worried for their safety. My second thought was for the safety of those one hundred poor, unsuspecting college men. I knew for a fact that Abbie and Liz were in no mood to take prisoners and they sure as hell weren’t about to offer anything more generous than a ‘merciful blowjob’ or two.
“My lord!” I muttered under my breath, wondering if this dormitory would be the same after a weekend with my two rabidly horny friends on the loose inside its walls. I was beginning to feel left out.
“Silver Fox!” someone called from behind me. Goodness, but I liked the sound of that title.
I turned to discover the one young man I most hoped to see, Preston. Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone. If he hadn’t been in the company of such a good-looking man a bit older than himself, I likely would have stepped right out of my panties on the spot and surrendered them to him, the public be damned. Instead, I rushed into his arms and gave him the sort of kiss that would make a sailor blush. I was so lost in our kiss that I didn’t even bother to push his hands away when he started exploring some of my more personal areas. When we broke from our kiss, we were both flushed, out of breath and more than a little flustered. A public sidewalk was the last place I wanted to be right now.
“I wouldn’t mind being kissed like that!” Preston’s companion groaned out from behind him.
If I had known his name or even the slightest bit about him, I would gladly have granted his wish. As it was, he stood there staring at me with stars in his eyes and the goofiest, knowing grin slathered across his face like a smear of peanut butter. He clearly knew far more about me than I knew about him.
When Preston had his breath back, he said to me, “Lena, I’d like you to meet Professor Beam. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve told him all about you.”
“Call me Rod,” he said, extending a hand to me.
“Exactly how much did he tell you?” I asked, a bit worried that he might already know too much about some of the shameful things I had done.
Preston’s professor had already taken my hand into both his and he was lovingly, gently caressing it. In spite of my alarm over what Professor Rod Beam might know about me, I was already growing quite fond of him. Maybe it was just my hormones overruling my common sense, but I liked the loving way he was gazing into my eyes as he held my hand. I was quickly getting to like this fellow in spite of my worries. He had such strong reassuring hands. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome too.
He smiled and answered, “Only the good stuff, I promise!”
I glanced at Preston and he only grinned.
“That’s what worries me,” I replied, with a cautious smile.
Preston could sense my concerns and did his best to ease them, “Professor Beam is my art teacher. He helped me design the gifts I sent you, Mrs. Haffenshaft and Mrs. Nobbing. And . . . because of yours alone, I got an A+ on the project!”
I could see the excitement and pride glowing in Preston’s face as he told me this.
“You have managed to truly inspire and motivate this young man! You should be very proud of your accomplishment. I know firsthand how difficult it is to inspire young people, to help them to rise up and deliver to their full potential,” the Professor said.
He was still holding my hand and lordy, but I was liking it! His compliment didn’t hurt either. I knew for a fact that I had expected – no, demanded the absolute best from Preston time after time all summer long and he had delivered. Oh, how he had delivered!
Preston managed to come to attention then, still grinning proudly and he began to tell me more, “Oh, I guess you’re wondering why I invited Professor Beam along.”
I was wondering about that, but more importantly, I had been wondering how soon I could be laid out flat on my back, my legs thrown over Preston’s shoulders with his stiff young prick filling that aching little sweet spot between my legs. Professor Beam’s hands holding mine was nice and soothing, but it could never replace the eye-opening stiffness of a young cock straining the limits of my hungry little honey pot.
Preston glanced at his professor before continuing, “You see, Professor Beam was so impressed with my description of all three of you – especially you that he just had to meet you.”
“I can see why he calls you the Silver Fox!” the Professor chimed in.
No, I thought to myself, Sahabet Güncel Giriş you have no idea why Preston calls me the Silver Fox, but I would have jumped at the chance to show him exactly why I’m called the Silver Fox. Each of them was gently holding one of my hands now. The professor had begun to gently stroke my shoulder as well. I needed a man soon.
“Oh good! You brought it along!” my young stud called out happily, “I was hoping you would.”
He was smiling proudly down into the purse slung over my shoulder. His glorious piece of handiwork was still peeking out. I had forgotten to hide it and that distinctive groove in the tip was out in the open.
“I hope you figured out what the groove is for. That was my only contribution. The rest of its design was al-l-l Preston,” Beam added.
His comment about the groove was lost on me and I didn’t know whether I should be shocked or impressed by all that was happening. I was thrilled to learn my dildo had been designed in part by a college professor, but also knowing that a college professor was quite aware I had a large pink and black wooden dildo tucked away in my purse was more than a little embarrassing. The professor and Preston were both still holding my hands and I was getting this warm, tingly all-over thrill coursing through my body. It was becoming difficult to think straight, and I was getting a bit lightheaded. My plight must have been pretty obvious.
“Silver Fox, are you alright?” Preston asked with alarm. There was a bit of panic, along with genuine concern in his eyes.
“Oh, my! You are looking a little frazzled!” I heard Professor Beam exclaim, then add, “The Fine Arts Building is just around the corner. I was going to invite you to come see my studio anyway. Do you think you can walk that far?”
I nodded weakly.
The two or three minutes which followed were the most challenging part of this entire day’s travels – and not for the reason you might imagine. I was certainly ‘frazzled’ as Beam had put it, but more importantly, I needed a man. I needed a man pleasuring me. I needed a man to fill me with everything he had. I needed . . . a man.
Preston and his professor, bless their souls, tried to help in their way and they showed great care for me. But they only made it worse. Preston drew my hand up, placed it across his strong shoulder, slipped his arm around my waist and drew me to his side. I could feel his warm, hard body bracing me, giving me even more reason to need a man.
No sooner had Preston’s hip connected with mine than Professor Beam did his misguided best to help as well. He twisted into position on my other side. Instead of throwing my hand across his shoulder, Beam continued to hold it out in front of me and then slipped his muscular arm around my waist too. The warmth of their bodies pressing in against me on either side, coupled with all those hard, rippling muscles lifting my body almost sent me over the edge. I grew dizzier and I’m sure I groaned as their fingers dug at my waist and hips on both my sides and I clutched at Preston’s strong shoulder.
I suddenly regretted not attending to myself on the trip here. Preston’s gift could have saved me from all this discomfort, I was certain. A few small, quiet orgasms in the front seat of my car as we drove along, and I might have better managed all this . . . this . . . stimulation and . . . and . . . lovely virile attention.
We began to walk then. Rather, my two escorts guided me down the sidewalk and I moved my feet in what must have at least resembled walking. They both took turns speaking to me, though I didn’t understand most of their words. As they walked me along, I kept hearing them say things like ‘work of art,’ ‘Silver Fox,’ ‘magnificent beauty on display,’ and ‘agelessness of womanhood.’ None of it made much sense to me in my current condition. I was both aroused and confused. Having two men pressed hard against me only made my confusion worse.
Once inside the building, I was shepherded into a cramped little elevator and taken somewhere high up in the building. The ride up only made my plight worse. Both young men took to running their big strong hands over my ribcage and across my hips. They both lingered over the lines of my bra under my arms and along my back and they both showed a good deal of interest in toying with the waistband of my panties through my dress too. I could feel each of them inching the elastic bands at my hips up into the narrow part of my waist and then back again. I had this vague fear that they were baring my ass the same way our boys had bared Liz’s and Abbie’s deliciously round rumps in front of the dormitory. The Professor was the bolder of the pair. At one point, I think he almost undid the little hook on my bra.
During all of this time, Professor Beam and Preston never stopped speaking to me. They whispered to me how beautiful and ageless I was and they kept telling me how much I deserved the title of Silver Fox. I was in no condition to disagree with them. In fact, it only made me more aroused to be praised in this manner. At this point in our labored little trek together, either or both of them could have brazenly unzipped my dress in back, slipped it from my shoulders and I shamelessly would have begged them to take every stitch of clothing I had on.
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