Chapter 1

Delmar woke up to the sound of a woman crying. The 19-year-old pulled on a robe and headed up the stairs, out of his basement suite and into the house proper. He quickly zeroed in on the source of the crying, the shadowy form of his landlady sitting on the living room couch, her head in her hands.

“Nancy?” he called out softly to her, trying not to startle her.

“Oh!” she whirled. “Del! Did I wake you? I’m so sorry!”

Del stopped as he spied the curve of the older woman’s bountiful cleavage peeking out from her robe as she turned toward him. It was a struggle, but he brought his gaze up to meet her beautiful brown eyes. “It’s okay ... are you alright?” he asked her.

She wiped tears from her gorgeous face, framed by her thick, shoulder-length auburn hair. “I’ve ... been better. It’s nothing for you to worry about, okay? I’ll keep it down.”

“Okay...” Del retreated back to the door leading to the basement as she gave a final sniff and stood up from the couch, the street light streaming in through the window framing her figure for a moment. He gulped as he saw the silhouette of her shapely bare legs under her short robe. “G’nite,” he called out to her.

“Sweet dreams,” she replied.

Back in his bed, Del thought about Nancy. She wasn’t his aunt, but close ... she was actually the younger sister of his mother’s best friend growing up. She had even babysat him a few times before she left home. When Del informed his parents that he was going to state college, his mother called Nancy, who she knew actually lived near the campus. After some catching up and finagling about money, Del was set up in Nancy and her husband’s furnished basement suite.

When he met Nancy again as he moved in, he was taken aback at how sexy the now thirtysomething woman was. She had left town when he was just 6, so he barely remembered her, but she remembered him, and welcomed him like a surrogate mother. His face had reddened from the feel of her curvaceous body hugging him, and then he had made the acquaintance of Michael, Nancy’s husband. The man, a little older than Nancy, was about Del’s height, a bit overweight, with dark hair and a trimmed beard. He seemed friendly enough.

Del had settled into the spacious bedroom suite, and his landlords frequently invited him to join them for meals, allowing the grateful college student to save money that he would normally have spent on fast food. A few weeks had passed since he had moved in, and he was getting comfortable in his new normal.

Del wished Nancy would hug him again. He thought about her warm, curvy body, barely hidden in her robe, pressed against him, the heady smell of her floral perfume setting his libido on fire, and he stroked himself to orgasm. Sleep came easily after that. Sweet dreams indeed, he thought.

“Hey, Del, right?”

Del looked up. Standing next to his table was a cute, smiling girl his age, with shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that were a little bit too large for her average frame.

“Um, yeah ... do I know you?” He looked around the campus cafeteria, wondering if someone was playing a prank on him. Cute girls didn’t normally just walk up and start conversations with him.

She tucked some of her hair behind one ear. “Oh! Um, yeah, I’m Melanie ... we went to high school together.” At his blank look, she continued, “We had like three classes together last year ... I sat behind you in English?”

Del struggled to remember her. A zitty, overweight dishwater blonde girl with glasses had sat behind him in that class...

“Um ... um ... I lost some weight, got my eyes lasered, and colored my hair.” She looked really uncomfortable now.

“Oh!” he said, realizing. “I’m sorry ... yeah, you should probably have led with that.” Her skin had also cleared up, he noted. “Uh ... how are you?”

Her smile back on her face, she sat next to him. “Doing good! Did you take English Lit this semester? Your story projects in class were always interesting.”

His face flushed. “Really? Thanks. Yeah, English Lit, Creative Writing, all those ... hopefully I’ll make a living as a writer one day.”

“Oh, that’s awesome! I’m sure you’ll do well,” she gushed. “I remember that ghost story you told the class ... gave me frickin’ nightmares for days! Um, I’m in the nurse program, so our classes don’t overlap.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.” The conversation had stalled spectacularly, and she looked uncomfortable again. “I ... guess I’ll see you around?” She got to her feet, gave him a brief, uncomfortable smile, and shuffled away.

“Sure,” he called after her with a wave.

A few minutes later, he got a notification through his phone that Melanie wanted to be his friend. Shrugging, he approved it. Can’t have too many friends, he figured.

“I’ll be working over in Greenville for a few weeks, to keep an eye on the contractors,” Michael told Nancy and Del at dinner that night. “They’re putting me up in a hotel for the duration so I don’t have to get stuck in traffic for hours going back and forth.”

Nancy stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth. “Oh,” she said, “when does that start?”

“Monday.”

It was Friday night.

That night, Del was again woken up by Nancy’s sobbing, and he donned his robe and headed up. “Will you tell me what’s wrong?” he asked as he sat next to her on the couch.

She looked at him with red but still beautiful eyes. “Your Mom is really lucky, Del, to have a son who’s so smart, kind, hand--” She stopped and dropped her eyes to her lap. “Um, handy.”

He quirked her a smile. “Handy? Do you need me to fix a cabinet, or plug a leak?”

She gasped, and he realized how lewd that last suggestion could be interpreted. “Um, I mean...”

“It’s okay, Del,” she said, and put her hand on his shoulder. “You’re such a good boy.”

Del was very aware that a sexy older woman was touching him. He was determined not to make a big deal about it. He also didn’t want her to take her hand away.

She paused for a moment before she gave his shoulder a squeeze and stood up from the couch. He stood up as well, an automatic reflex his father had drilled into him, and she impulsively pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you for checking on me,” she breathed into his ear. He nodded, his hands moving to circle around her, but then she pulled away and headed back to her bed.

Del found himself standing there with his hard-on tenting out his robe, and wondered how long it had been like that. He hoped that Nancy hadn’t seen it! He went back to his own bed to take care of the awoken beast, this time being able to vividly recall Nancy’s scent and the feel of her shapely body pressed against him, as it had just happened. Soon, his cum shot up and splashed back down upon his chest.