How I Fucked My Roommate's Mom Pt. 02

Author's note: Part 2 of 5 is here! The story heats up quite a bit in this chapter and will offer a good idea of how the rest of the series will play out. As I've mentioned elsewhere, sometimes I write stories with a bit of sex, and sometimes I write sex with a bit of story. How I Fucked My Roommate's Mom falls into the second category... but even then, I've done my best to give the sex the depth it deserves.

Happy reading.

And the usual disclaimers: all characters are fictional, similarities to real-world people/events are purely coincidental, everyone involved is of legal consenting age, etc.

***

I woke feeling like death. Head pounding, mouth burning with foulness. At first, I couldn't place where I was. But then the events of last night came crashing home.

I'd gone to a party with Kal. Started drinking. Talked. Laughed. Kept drinking. Kissed Randa. Drank some more. Left. Walked back to Kal's. Open window shade where I saw...

Kal's mom. Mrs. Southard.

My god.

I'd been interested in Mrs. Southard simply because she was the ultimate forbidden older woman: her age, her religious convictions, and her disdain for my promiscuous lifestyle all qualities that put her firmly out of my reach... so, of course I felt compelled to charm my way into her pants. Er, well, robes.

But then I'd seen her naked. Whatever I'd expected her to look like paled in comparison to the real thing. Curves for days. Flawless skin. Shapely legs. She was a pornstar. She was a goddess. She was a cruel joke that the universe played on me, the ultimate MILF who seemed destined to remain nothing more than a tease.

The worst part was that because she was my best friend's mom, I couldn't even distract myself long enough to move on from her. She'd always be around for as long as Kal was. Either in-person or by association. I'd done well to fixate on Randa instead for a time, but now that Mrs. Southard had revealed herself in glory, I was pulled back in.

She saw me.

The delayed memory was like gasoline for my burning lust.

Fuck! She SAW me.

If last night had been a porno, Mrs. Southard would have crept into my room, acknowledged that I'd seen her fucking Mr. Southard. Been so desperate for my silence--'please don't tell Kal!'-she would have done ANYTHING for me to keep it to myself. Cut to her sucking me off, letting me take her doggystyle, then me cumming across her tits while she stared at me wide-eyed and tongue-out.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a porno.

But that didn't mean I couldn't make it one. The question was, how?

The obvious first step was to get Mrs. Southard alone and talk to her about last night. Let her know I really liked what I saw. Make the casual comment that it didn't seem like Mr. Southard appreciated what she had to offer. And then, I'd make my move:

"You know, Mrs. Southard, if you wanted to be with a guy who'd show you the attention you deserve, I'd be happy to lend a hand. I mean, I'm best friends with Kal. What kind of roommate would I be if I didn't help? And it doesn't have to mean anything. Nobody else has to know."

It was a simple plan, but plans didn't have to be complicated. The girls I'd been with before preferred directness. Well, most of them, anyway.

I just needed my throbbing head to get better first.

Not wanting to be the first one up in another family's house, I texted Kal that I was awake and laid there until I got his response.

I groaned softly, then texted back.

Don't celebrate too early. The way I'm feeling right now, if someone chopped my head off, it would be an improvement.

"Fuck me," I whispered, collapsing back in bed.

I considered falling asleep again, pretending I had the flu. But like the mindreader he was, Kal sent a follow up text:

Goddamn it.

***

I felt a bit better after breakfast and coffee. Or, as Mrs. Southard would say, breakfast and qahwa.

Despite Mrs. Southard's joining the rest of us for breakfast, it was rather anticlimactic. There were no signs to reveal her feelings towards me. No smiles. No winks. No flirting. Hell, she didn't even show the opposite signs with downcast eyes or shamed expressions. I couldn't help but wonder: did she not realize it was me who'd been outside her window? Had I just been a shadow to her?

And if she hadn't recognized me, did that make my seduction easier or harder?

Regardless, I didn't get a chance to approach her before we began painting.

Painting itself wasn't as terrible as I was afraid it might be. My hangover still lingered, but it was manageable with the caffeine I had running through my system. Joking with Kal helped too, as did my closeness to Mrs. Southard. She served as our on-site forewoman, explaining her vision and preferred methods, before turning us loose.

The opportunity I'd been waiting for arrived as we finished up with the living room. Kal went outside to wash the brushes out, giving me a few minutes alone with Mrs. Southard.

Heart racing, I dove in.

"Sorry if I scared you last night. Outside your window, I mean."

Mrs. Southard, busy pulling painter's tape from the walls, continued working with the same focus as if I'd commented on the weather.

Unsure if she'd heard me, I continued. "I promise I wasn't trying to spy on you or anything. I... I'd just gone for a walk outside because I couldn't sleep and well... I saw the light on and couldn't resist."

With a sigh, Mrs. Southard paused her work and faced me.

"You shouldn't have been looking, Ethan."

Her words were scolding, but all I heard was confirmation that she'd known it was me after all.

I pressed further.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Southard. It was just a quick glance at first. But when I saw you? I couldn't look away. You're the hottest woman I've ever seen. I was hypnotized. Honestly, I still kinda am."

Mrs. Southard frowned. "You shame both of us. With your actions last night and with your words now. I've got half a mind to make you tell Kal what you said to me when he gets back. Make you apologize to him. And me too."

Shit. Fuck. This wasn't how this was supposed to go.

I quickly backtracked. "Like I said, I'm sorry. Please don't say anything to Kal. I know I crossed a line. Am still crossing a line, probably. You just don't know how hard it is to be around you and not tell you how I feel."

"Well, now you've said something, so you can stop," she said, crumbling the tape into a giant ball.

Defeated, for now at least, I decided to let it go. But I did have one last question.

"Did you tell Mr. Southard you saw me?"

Mrs. Southard was quiet for a moment.

"No," she sighed. "I just told him there was an animal outside and it scared me. And if you want me to stick to that story, you better behave."

And so, I did.

***

Once we finished painting, Kal and I spent the rest of the day hanging out. Around lunchtime I finally started feeling like myself again--swearing I would never touch a sip of alcohol for the rest of my life--but then I received a text that gave me a new headache.

It was from Randa.

Kal, spotting the message before I could stop him, hummed mischievously.

"Oooh, is that Randa? 'Some party'? What does THAT mean, bro? You two get a little... friendly... last night?"

I flipped him off, then shrugged.

"I knew it!" Kal gloated. "Good for you. But listen, you fuck this up and make my lab awkward, I'm kicking you out of our dorm room."

I grimaced. "Well..."

I explained how right after I'd kissed Randa, she left and I didn't see her the rest of the night.

Kal understood my dilemma right away. "Ah, so you're not sure what to do now. Do you bring up the kiss or pretend like it never happened."

He was right. But he also had advice on how to solve it.

"Whenever I'm trying to decide what to do, I just ask myself one easy question: what choice would make me not a loser? Now, in your case, you might be screwed no matter what just because of who you are, but maybe one of those choices would make you only fifty-percent-loser?"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Oh, fuck you, bro."

But Kal had a point. I knew what I needed to do.

Inspired, I sent my reply to Randa:

A little too much of a party, maybe. But listen, about that kiss. Sorry if I came on too strong. I was just having a lot of fun and I think you're great and I got carried away. I don't want there to be anything awkward between us. Besides, Kal would kill me if I made things weird with you at his lab.

A few minutes later, she responded, flipping my world upside down:

Kal--peeking at my screen like a little bitch--howled triumphantly, then began to pump his fists in the air, chanting 'Ethan! Ethan! Ethan!'.

"Dude, fuck off. Stop reading my messages," I said, but without any weight behind my words.

Between my X-rated glimpse of Mrs. Southard and Randa still showing interest in me, I'd gotten whiplash going back and forth between these two women. It wasn't a bad problem to have, but it was a bit exhausting.

Or maybe that was just the post-hangover exhaustion talking.

I messaged Randa once more:

I'll see what I can think up. I'm helping Kal do some work around his house today, but once I get back on campus, I'll reach back out.

I then added aloud: "And maybe once I'm back on campus, I'll stop having a fucking creep reading over my shoulder every time I message someone."

"Wait, we have a creep here?" Kal asked from behind me with heavy concern.

***

Unfortunately, there weren't any more exciting moments with Mrs. Southard that visit. If I didn't have Randa to look forward to, I would have gone crazy with frustration and blue balls. But my mind had already moved on, brainstorming the perfect activity for Randa and me to do once I'd returned. I knew it was likely uncool of me to suggest a meetup so soon--desperate, anyone?--but I didn't want to wait until next week to redeem myself from the party's awkwardness. I had something to prove.

It was lame, but having nothing better to do, I suggested coffee at the same near-campus spot that I'd met with Mrs. Southard. Sunday morning before it got busy.

But if Randa thought my choice was lame, she hid it well:

When Kal and I went to bed that night, back in our dorm room, I passed on Randa's message.

I expected a laugh, but instead his face fell into the saddest frown I'd ever seen.

"Well, shit. I'm definitely failing then. You think I can still get into med school if I don't pass Gen Chem?"

I snorted. "Oh, don't even go there. I'm gonna give Randa her the best date of her life, and you know it."

***

The coffee date went surprisingly well. I learned a lot about Randa: she'd moved to the United States when she was very young. She was technically Muslim, but her family's dedication to their faith was more casual than committed. She loved being in the outdoors. Hiking, kayaking, camping, and so on. Her favorite childhood memory was going to see the sequoias of California; she shared a very cute picture of her as a kid staring up at the giant trees with awestruck wonder.

She asked questions about me too. What hobbies did I have ('I've dabbled in a bit of everything'). How was it that Kal and I became so close ('He's an asshole, but turns out I love assholes'). What did I want to do after I graduated ('I'll be honest, I have no idea').

By the time we left, I realized that I'd become quite attached to little-miss-Randa.

Kal, of course, noticed this attachment immediately.

"Shoot, I'm gonna have to start working on my best-man speech now. Homework's just gonna have to wait."

I shook my head. "Bro, we've been on one date."

"Hey, when it's real, it's real. Which, side note, whenever you two have kids, I think you should name your son after me."

I frowned. "I'm not sure 'Mega-Loser-Kal' works well as a first name."

Kal shrugged. "I'll accept it as a middle name too."

***

The semester proceeded quickly. I did okay in my classes. Nothing stellar... but I wasn't at risk of failing anything either. Randa and I began chatting quite a bit too, but our connection remained casual. Even after going on a couple more coffee dates there wasn't any talk of what we were. Were we just friends? Were we dating? Were we looking to become boyfriend and girlfriend?

I'd never been interested in a woman in the same way that I was interested in Randa. While I was plenty comfortable chatting up a woman to get into her pants, when it came to something beyond just sex, I found myself at a loss.

And so, I simply kept enjoying my time with her, even though I wasn't sure what to do beyond enjoy it.

Of course, when I was alone with Kal, I leaned into the idea that Randa and I were already making plans to get married.

"You better block off your calendar this summer. I'm thinking we'll have our wedding in June."

Kal laughed but then turned serious. "I don't mean to break your heart or anything, but I'm applying to study abroad this summer. Gonna travel and knock out some extra courses before my schedule gets swamped. There's a 2-month program in England I'm looking at."

Kal's announcement pushed all thoughts of joking about my Randa-wedding out of my mind.

"Which one? Maybe I could go too. That might be fun right? The two of us in England, causing chaos and fucking shit up? Throw water balloons at those royal guards who wear the funny hats."

I expected Kal to return my banter, but instead he inhaled sharply through his teeth.

"So, it's a pretty competitive program. You need at least a 3.0 to be accepted. And since we'll just have our Fall semester grades to count towards it, that means you need to be hitting a B-average..."

At last, I understood Kal's hesitation. I was not hitting a B-average.

Kal continued. "But, hey, let me do some looking. Maybe there's another program we could both do instead. Or maybe I can switch some things around and do the England program the summer after our sophomore year. That'll give you an extra year to work on your grades, and maybe..."

I cut him off. "No. Don't do that. You've got your entire college career planned out. I'm not gonna ask you to move things around just for me. Besides, England's dumb as shit anyway. Nobody really wants to go there. I'll just be living my dream summer here in the U. S."

Kal chuckled, but I could tell it was forced. "Well, try not to rub it in too much when you're having all your adventures while I'm stuck in class."

"Oh, rubbing it in is all I'm gonna do," I shot back, but my heart wasn't in it.

It was funny. A few months ago, I didn't even know Kal, but now the thought of going the next summer without him was legitimately depressing.

At least I'd have Randa to keep me distracted.

***

"Oh, no, I'm so sorry!" Randa apologized, setting down her coffee. "I'm going with my parents to visit my grandparents in Jordan this summer."

But then she looked at me slyly. "But I'm surprised to hear you thinking about plans with me that far out. I didn't take you as the long-term planning type."

"Kal's gonna be studying abroad," I explained. "Figured I'd need something to keep me busy while he's off having fun in England. But now you're telling me you're gonna be gone too?"

Randa, frowning, ignored my question. "So, is that all I am to you? Something to keep you busy?"

Shit.

"No, that's not what I meant," I quickly backtracked. "I just meant that I'm gonna have all this free time, and I thought maybe we could hang out some."

"You realize that doesn't sound much better, right?" Randa said with eyebrow raised, although in a playful undertone. "Comes off pretty close to 'I guess I don't have anything better to do, so can I hang out with you?'."

"Fuck, that's not what I meant either," I said, scrambling to fix the conversation. "Look. I like you, Randa. I think you're really cool. But I've never done something like this before. I don't know what I'm doing here."

Randa's expression softened. Then she cracked a smile, "Well, that much is obvious."

"What can I say? I am just a freshman after all," I shrugged back.

"Well, then, Mr. Freshman, let me make it easy for you," Randa said, leaning in close. "What do you want this to be between us? Are we just a couple of college kids going out for coffee and catching up?"

I looked down, suddenly nervous, before finding the courage to meet Randa's eyes again. "I mean, I'd like to think these have been dates. You're not in the habit of getting coffee regularly with other guys are you?"

Randa smiled. "Sounds like someone might be a bit jealous. But I'll tell you what. You want me to keep getting coffee with you and nobody else? I can do that. But I expect the same from you too. Is that a deal?"

"Yeah, I can do that," I agreed. "Although I think maybe if we're gonna keep doing this, we should change it up from just coffee. Maybe you could visit me at the dorm. Or I can visit you at your apartment."

"Maybe. We'll see," Randa smiled. "But just so you know, my parents don't want me 'dating' in college. So, if anyone asks, that's not what this is. But coffee hangouts with a study buddy? I think they'd be fine with that."

"I think I can do that," I smiled back. "Although if nothing else, we're gonna have to find a different way to do this. My bank account's gonna get pretty dry if we keep going out every couple days."

Randa laughed. "I'll help you come up with some alternatives."

***

Before Randa and I could enjoy her alternatives, though, fall break arrived. Randa left campus to visit her parents; Kal did the same.

But Kal lived much closer than Randa did, and so I spent much of break away from the dorm hanging out with him at home. I probably would have just spent the entire break with him, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option. Kal's parents were fine with me visiting occasionally, but they weren't prepared to have someone stay with them the entire week.

It was annoying, but I understood. So, instead, Kal and I spent most of our time hanging out other places.

But one morning, I realized I'd left my laptop at his house after hanging out with him the day before. I messaged him to coordinate its retrieval.

Hey, I left my laptop at your place. Can I swing by to pick that up? I had a project I was planning on working on today.

A month earlier, this would have been a dream scenario. A chance to be with Mrs. Southard alone at her house? But truth was that it had been weeks since I'd seen her naked, and after it went nowhere else, I'd mentally moved on to other things... including Randa.