"Oh, pooh," said Connie. "Just have fun, and forget about her for a little bit," said Connie. I just shrugged. A couple of minutes later the dance ended; I thanked her, and we returned to the table.Connie went back to talking with Harriet and Claire, the other female in our group. Her husband Michael, a.k.a Mac, and Connie's John were getting drinks for them. I was outside the loop of the ladies conversation. I couldn't hear what they were saying over the music and the traffic around the table. And, I couldn't be sure, but I thought I detected sidelong glances in my direction as they talked amongst themselves just five feet away. I had an impulse. I was going to insist that Jill stop ignoring me. Just as I made my decision, Jill made her way back to the table. I went for it."Jill, let's dance," I said, rising to take her hand. I was acting with far more confidence than I felt. She frowned."Next set," she said."That's what you said last time," I said, trying not to whine. "That was. I always loved going to his house. His mom was gorgeous. I would do whatever I could to get close to her, and I think she enjoyed the attention from me. Her son was a complete fuck-up, and her husband was overweight, so she liked having me around. I was "normal", and a good looking k**.I remember one night when my friend and I had finally decided to crash out after drinking, smoking weed and listening to punk rock music. His parents were out of town and we had the house to ourselves. I'm naturally a light sleeper, and my friend was definitely not. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.There I was, basically alone in the house where this hot mom lived. The idea popped into my head: I have to look at her panties. My heart began to race, and the adrenaline started to flow. I knew I had to be stealth. And I knew I just had to see that woman's underwear.So up I went, but slowly, quietly, methodically. I slowly closed the door to my friends room and made my way to his parents'.
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