Nancy is my current squeeze's ex-roomate from college.Nancy is my current squeeze's ex-roomate from college. Nancy was a graduate student (30) while Karen was an undergrad (24). Many of Karen's friends are bright, earthy, funny people but Nancy and I had a special bond between us. Being the same age we had gone through some of the same changes at the same time and shared some of the same experiences and outlooks that separated us from people just five or six years younger. I'm up in this very small town in the western tier of New York State in the town where they attend art school. I visit once every month or so, Karen comes downstate once a semester and in between we spend long hours on the phone, occasionally fantasizing verbally, each of us getting off on long distance so to speak. Karen and I spend our time making love, visitng friends and attending the ever present art shows in town. But most of two days Karen is in class and her studio. She would get up by 7AM and be gone a good part of the day. I'd make dinner for them (THESE WOMEN LIVED ON TAB AND CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND PIZZA IN NORMAL TIMES). Late on Saturday morning I was in the kitchen doing last night's dishes, alone in the house, or so I thought. My clothes had mostly been stashed in the laundry so I'm standing around in my jockey shorts and a t-shirt at the sink. Down the stairs and into the kitchen comes Nancy. 5'6', long brown hair, strong taut legs and ass and small breasts. She's wearing a very sleek danskin and running shorts. She looks at me smiles and says, "You look much better with your pants off." She has a look in her eye that I've seen before and every time I've seen it and realized what it is and let things happen, I've been the better for it. The danskin is more than sheer enough so that her nipples are very visible, especially from only three feet away. I can't resist holding my gaze for a second or two. |