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John had broken up with his girlfriend recently, well not too recently. He felt like she would be available next semester, but he was having too much fun on line with this woman to miss her. Dad wouldn't care, and a part of him wondered what it would be like living with his Dad. Dad lived down in Ames, and he could live there and go to the University there, but he liked Woodston, and mom had agreed not to 'bug' him about when he would be home or when he went to bed. And if he was going to a big University, he wanted it to be in Iowa City.His mind wandered a bit, thinking about his ex girl friend Peggy, Peggy Blackett.
She told herself that it would be OK to let him see them. She had tacked a white bedsheet over the wall, pinning it to the cheap but dark crown molding in the basement room they used as a guest bedroom. "You know it, and if we are to meet at that party in Riverton, It would help to know what to look for," he answered. John though she might have left, except that her name still showed in the private chat room. It didn't have much more than she was 'over 18', she was 'curious', 'looking for friends', and that she 'enjoyed reading sexy stories, wanted to explore meeting people on line for fun chatting, maybe more." It was the 'maybe more' that John had been pushing her toward for the last few weeks.Not for the first time she felt a little embarrassed at the screen ID she had chosen It was the name of a girl she knew in High School and Mary had secretly admired the way that her friend had so easily flirted, and more, with boys.At least it was better than the 'Titts1000' she had originally planned to use. Mary stood, pulled the jeans down and off, pulled off her panties, ripped off the blouse as she turned and headed for her closet.The only thing she knew about was word processors to read her students assignments with, spreadsheets to record grades on, and emails to send grades in to the office.Oh yeah, and to send him email reminders to 'dress for success' and 'eat a real lunch.' XXXX Mary was slowly working herself up, Captain Flint was taking a little time again.They had known each other since the third grade, she was a great girl, nice, pretty, studious. She was one of the "Bad Girls", getting drunk, dating boys and leaving them.
He remembered a conversation with Ruth on the school bus when they were in fourth grade, She said she was thinking of going by her middle name, because she wanted to be a pirate, and pirates were 'Ruthless". Well no sense worrying about it now, all over and done.He was a terrible flirt and had gotten Mary to reveal too many secret feelings in the two weeks they had been flirting at first in the open chat room before quickly moving to Private Messages, then to their private chat room. "It was boring and time seemed to have slowed down. Perhaps a student, his language and spelling also told her he was educated. He had mentioned living in Northern Iowa, and went to a University, and that's just where Woodston was, and since they had added a Masters program to Woodston College, it now called itself a University. "Yes, I was terrified and excited." she typed and sent. She briefly wondered what he son would think of her if he knew what she was doing, what she planned on doing."We're here now, that's what matters, how was your day? And nothing perk me up, no messages, no pictures, nothing ... Of course there was a State University of Norther Iowa as well as several other private schools, and a two year Community College. "Just a satin robe, a red one, that's all." she typed. " "Yes, untied and open." she slashed out, trembling as she sent it before she could stop herself.Luckily there were two other profs in her department at Woodston and he got away with only taking one class from her. She dated some, after Dad divorced her, once or twice she didn't get back till late, and he had been surprised to see her hair a little frazzled and her dress rumpled once. One leg, the one farthest away, was raised, he couldn't see what it was resting on, the pic didn't go all the way. I'm not a young girl you know, actually I'm a housewife, just not a wife, if you can understand that," she typed back. He had assured her he was over eighteen, she had insisted on that when she heard he was a student, only being relieved when he confirmed he was a college student. She had to give him "the talk" when he hit puberty, and years later made sure he knew what a condom was and how important it was to use it. She knew what he was doing, not only with the towels in the bathroom, but his socks, and there had even been the occasional spot of cum on her sexier panties.He thought back and decided that was when he started thinking of her as a good looking woman. The background was pure white, the black panties where skimpy in front and as he looked closer and zoomed in, he could see a definite camel toe and the shadow of her trimmed pubic hair. She wondered what the mother of Capt Flint would think if she knew her son was flirting with a mother in her early forties. So she gave him the towels not long after "the talk", told him they were his alone and he could keep them in his room, and to just put them in the laundry hamper when he was done. " XXXXX Mary was very excited, so excited she felt able to come at any time.She had dressed in what she had always thought was a scandalous outfit. He was thinking about his mom, working downstairs in the room they called the 'office'. He was hoping that a happy and tipsy Vicky1000 would be willing to spend the night. XXXXXX Mary had to stop touching herself, and finally sent the pic of her in costume. She felt her heart pounding and tried to talk herself out of being worried.