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# Chapter 1 Catching Up Over Drinks
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# Chapter 1 Catching Up Over Drinks
# “The Mom Next Door” by Tad Overdon
**CHAPTER SEVEN**
The text read simply “cu sun pm XX.”
Melissa was surprised that such an offhanded communication from her son could evoke such a range of conflicting emotions in her.
She was saddened that she wouldn’t see her son at home this evening. The text meant the kids had found a place to crash at the beach, as they’d hoped.
She felt guilty that she’d been hoping he would send her a message like this one.
She felt horny, because Ben being gone for the night meant that she could attend the late evening get-together at Sharon’s that the blonde had described euphemistically as her “ladies yard party,” after all.
She arrived at Sharon’s just after sunset. Her neighbor greeted her clad in yoga pants, sandals, and nothing else. She held a mostly-empty glass of red wine in her hand.
“We’re all out back.” Sharon hugged Melissa. “Everyone’s dying to meet you. Especially the guys.”
Melissa found herself blushing. She also found herself overdressed for the second time at Sharon’s, and this time she was wearing only a black triangle bikini. She immediately ditched the top.
Hello everyone! I hope your lives of social distancing are going well, and I hope you have some time set aside to read, because the story I’m about to tell here won’t take just a couple of paragraphs. It’ll involve a little bit of set up just to let you know what happened.
This is a true story, something that I really did, but that I can scarcely believe. It happened not very long ago, just before all this pandemic madness made social contact much, much more difficult.
So I’m 30 years old, and I’m part a really close friend group of two guys and two girls, of which I’m one of the two girls. We’ve known each other for a very long time, though I’m a slightly more recent addition as the other three have known each other all the way through high school. The other woman in the friend group I’ll refer to as S. The two guys I’ll refer to as B and Tom. S & B are in a relationship, and have been for a very long time!
S also has a best friend I’ll refer to as K, who I’m also very close with, and who joins us to hang out occasionally, though not all the time.
So just to begin both me and Z were raised in conservative religious households, though not overbearing as some christian parents can be and both us are very religious and attend church every Wednesday and Sunday. I have known this girl since the sixth grade and I have always thought she was attractive but I was never sexually attracted to her and actually friend zoned her as she was into me in high school but I just saw her as a friend. She is one of those sweet innocent nerdy girls, and when i say innocent I mean no sex until marriage, never sent a nude or sexy image, never masterbaited or watched pornography and would become visibly uncomfortable anytime a sexual subject was mentioned. I on the other hand only planned on the whole no sex until marriage idea and junior and senior year of high school became super addicted to porn so its fair to say that I was not so innocent. Anyways fast forward a few years from then. We both attend the same college, both in relationships that have lasted 1 and 2 years respectively, she was still (as of until today) innocent and I was still planning on abstaining for anything sexual until marriage because of my previous addiction to porn, so now we arrive at 3 days ago.
Original post here: [https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iwukry/the_lover_in_the_wheelchair/](https://www.reddit.com/user/ladystoryteller/comments/iwukry/the_lover_in_the_wheelchair/)
>Writer’s note: Personally touched to be asked to write this story recognizing people with disabilities. Requested to be a romance story that doesn’t ignore sexuality among people living with cerebral palsy and multiple sclerosis. Inspired by a true life couple…hope you take a read and enjoy!
Jonathan returned to his second semester of college. He had done well in all his classes at the start of the school year and was glad to return to classes. He wasn’t your typical freshman at a large university. He was incredibly hard working, naturally inquisitive, and enjoyed learning. He also happened to be living with multiple sclerosis since he was 16 and had been using a motorized wheelchair during his senior year of high school.
Other than that, he had all the natural thoughts and desires as other young men his age. His two best friends from high school, Ben and Marcus, were also enrolled in the same university, albeit different majors. Jonathan did feel that he was drifting further apart from them, because now they were invited to parties and he was not.
#Part 1: The Setup
Everybody drank back then, it was part of the college experience. James drank maybe a bit harder than the norm. He also liked to fuck harder than the norm.
He had Maths203 with this girl Marie. He liked to look at her and imagine what it’d be like to pull her long brown hair, specifically what it would be like to pull it when his cock was wedged far up her ass.
He’d known her since the first days of college, and he’d never known her to have a boyfriend, or girlfriend. He wondered if she’d ever been fucked the way a bitch deserved. He doubted it. He wanted to remove that doubt.
—
Her Skype rang. It’s what co-eds did back then.
“Hey James, what’s up?”
She expected he just wanted help with his homework.
“Well nothin’s up… yet… but could be. You busy? I could use a bitta help…”
*Yep, he’s stuck on the Matrix maths again, poor boy…* she thought.
“No worries, I’ll be over in a bit… Door open?”
“Yep. Lock it after maybe. I’ll just be waiting for you…”
—
After about four years of, let’s be honest, a mid-life crisis, my days of using escorts have recently come to a natural end. I’m moving onto a new, exciting time in my life that simply doesn’t involve them. I have no regrets, and reflecting on the end of this era is making me think of the girls I’ve seen.
Keep in mind, when I say girl, I always mean woman. I don’t call all women girls, it’s infantilizing. And these were definitely all women. But calling someone an escort can make it sound like they’re aloof. And calling someone a hooker somehow strikes me as deliberately mean, even when it’s not intended that way. I’ve always fallen back to call girls, a phrase I’ve loved since reading old detective novels. It’s a little old-fashioned, so I always just call them ‘girls.’
The first time I saw someone, it was almost on a whim. I just happened to be leaving on a four day trip to a hobby convention the next day, and was looking at some porn. An ad for an escort guide popped up, and a lightbulb went off. I had about $1000 budgeted for spending money for the weekend, and my wife and I had recently talked about how I could try and see someone outside of our marriage. I’d never considered paying for it, but what the hell? The stars just aligned.
Chris sat on the floor, just outside the door of his new job. He flicked the cigarette he had just finished into the far corner of the parking lot, then took a deep breath then went back inside. The mailroom was as busy as he had left it.
“Finally back from your break huh?” his boss shouted at him. The moment he came back inside, Chris hated him. He wanted to punch the small fat man in the face every day.
“Nope, just came in to make sure you had not eaten everybody,” Chris whispered.
“What was that wise ass?” the boss said, turning around.
Chris nearly repeated it, but he decided not too. Martin had put his reputation on the line to get Chris this job, and Chris needed it, to pay his bills.
“Nothing,” Chris muttered.
“Good. Now take load twenty, up to the legal department,” he said, pointing to one of the large carts.
“What?” Chris said.
He looked over at the large cart, with the number twenty written on the side. The cart was filled with bags of mail, ranging from small to extra large.
John was fiddling with his mobile phone in his hostel room. The room was fairly big with two sets of furniture at two sides of the room yet with ample place in the middle clearing to walk. Each set of furniture had a steel bed, a cupboard, a study table and a chair. John was slouched over his bed as he gazed out of the window. There was no particularly heart-warming view, it was mostly of barren open spaces but at least the window didn’t face another building.
‘Hey! What are you thinking?’ John turned back to see Andy. Andy was his room-mate. It has been almost three months now that they have been roommates.
‘Nothing particularly. I am thinking of going home in the next weekend.’ John said still looking out of the window.
‘Next weekend? Oh, yes, we do have a holiday next Friday. So, are you going to your hometown?’
John looked back and stretched, ‘Well, yes. I promised my mom that I will be home at least once a month.’
Andy was solemn, ‘Does she still stay alone?’
John said, ‘Yes, mostly. My dad sometimes comes in weekends.’
My name is Becky, I am in high school but too old for babysitting. My older sister was begging me to babysit for a friend so they could all go out I had just broken up with the only boyfriend I ever had and had no plans for Friday I had to babysit for her friend Peggy and Craig. Peggy was only 19 and it was the talk of our little town when “Creepy Craig” , 10 years older than Peggy, had knocked her up. At 19 she was married and had a 4 month old. Craig picked me up at 7:30 and 15 mins later we were walking in his front door. Peggy was on the couch with her boobs out feed her son. I couldn’t help look take a quick look as Peggy gave me a few instructions. She was putting the baby to bed, he should sleep until after they come home, their cell phone numbers and wifi passwords were on the table. She put on a tight top that almost pushed her boobs out, she smiled and told me Craig had picked the top. They were out the door by 8:00
I opened my laptop and went straight to Netflix. After 1 episode of Stranger Things I was board. I got up to stretch my legs. I had never been in the house so I looked in the guest room and then the master bedroom. It was an normal looking room, queen sized bed, 2 night tables a dresser and a walk in closet. Curiosity got the better of me and I began to look through Peggy’s clothes. Peggy had some very pretty and some very sexy clothes. Some that I might be able to squeeze into. Peggy was pretty, 5’6” and normal a 34a, but now with nursing was a 36c. I am 5’10” and a 35a. 1st I tried on a pretty sundress, I looked good in it even if it was very short on me. Next I tried on a few of her sexy bras, last was lingerie, a white shear teddy top. You could see my boobs through the thin material. I was getting aroused looking at myself in the mirror. Still in the teddy top I opened one of the night side drawers, nothing interesting, off to the other side of the bed and still nothing interesting. Then I noticed a box mostly under the bed, hidden from view. I opened it and found some furry handcuffs, a blindfold, and a usb flash drive. I went to the living room, grabbed my laptop and returned to the master bed.
The usb had several folders of pictures. Some looked to be when they were dating, some of the baby. The last folder was pass word protected I got it my 3rd try. It was their wedding date. As the thumbnail photos began to open my heart almost stopped. There were pictures of Peggy in various states of undress. Bikini, lingerie, dressed as a school girl, a maid, nude and tied up. In some Peggy had a vibrator in her pussy, some she was covered in cum. Finally some showed Peggy sucking or jerking Craig’a big cock. It looked hugh; very thick and about 9 inches long. My only bf had a skinny 5 inch cock. Creepy Craig and Peggy were pervs. By the time I had looked at a dozen pictures I could no longer help myself. I pulled my panties off , lay on their bed, and started rubbing my wet pussy with one hand and playing with my little tits and hard nipples with the other hand. My fingers started probing my trimmed blonde pussy, sliding in and out of my wet hole as the pictures went into my fantasies. Before long I had cum two times and was a sweaty mess. I put the flash drive away got cleaned up and put all Peggy’s clothes away. As I was getting dressed I heard the car in the driveway. I had lost track of time and Peggy and Craig come home. I threw on my skirt and shirt, grabbed my laptop and bra and panties and ran to the couch. As I was shoved my bra and panties into my backpack the door opened. As they walked in Peggy asked if everything was ok, I told them it had been a quite night watching Netflix Craig drove me home and as drove I realized that Creep Craig could see my hard little nipples poking through my shirt. As he paid me for the night he took and extra long stare at my little boobs I just thanked him for the money and ran in the door and to my room.