Anna had been my best friend in high schooland was the first person I had told was gay, which she had supported 100%, andnow she was my college escape...sense I had no family. She was very forward aboutall sexual related topics, in fact she was a sex ther****t here in the city,and she knew my most intimate dreams (probably because she was also the oneperson I will drink with and I’m a bit of a lightweight).“I will think about it,” I said trying to cover myembarrassment. She laughed and turned to. ’ Michelle snorted derisively. ‘What a pair we are, huh?’ ‘Yup. Okay Shelle, I’ll be over in an hour.’ ‘Seeya then tiger.’ Alex showered, put on a nice turtleneck and tan slacks. He brushed his brown hair, found the scotch and got in his car to make the trip to Michelle’s. He hoped one day that someone would realize what a great lady Michelle was, she was too special to end up alone. Shit, who was he to talk? He wasn’t swimming in the deep end of the babe pool either, right? Jeez, he hoped. At first I stayed in a local pub hotel but after a short while by asking around at work one of the girls there introduced me to her parents who had a small house for rent.It was very convenient and at first I was just hoping that the girl from work might visit me. She was late twenties with a gorgeous pair of tits. That was not to happen but after the first month when I went to her parents house to pay my rent I met her mother for the first time. She was a lot taller than her daughter but I. In part to cleanse my own conscience, I am writing this story now, hoping to find a cathartic outlet, sort of like going to confession I suppose, if I were Catholic.When I was a law student nearly 20 years ago, I met an amazing woman one afternoon sitting in the crowded student coffee shop I often hung out in to study. It was noisy and chaotic, but somehow I was able to concentrate and enjoyed the occasional distraction of looking up and around, noticing all the young coeds. This particular.