Girls’ Night Out, Mom meets a lusty roommate when she visits her daughter, Well, first, I’ll tell you a bit about myself. I’m 38, divorced, and mother to a gorgeous young 19-year-old girl who just started her freshman year at college. I have to tell you, it broke my heart for her to leave, but as a parent, I knew it was part of life for her to grow up and leave the nest, so to speak. Even before she left, I was in damn good shape for my age, and once she left, I threw myself into a hyperactive lifestyle.
I began going and signing up with all of these outdoor adventure groups in my area, hiking, biking, rollerblading, rock climbing, parasailing, skydiving, bungee jumping, you name it. There wasn’t a thrill out there that I was willing to pass up, and if it was physically grueling, so much the better. I constantly joked with my friends and coworkers that I was in training for the Discovery Channel Eco-Challenge. So, suffice it to say, I am in DAMN fine shape for my age. I’m about 5’4″, weigh 104 lbs, and I have toned legs and arms, pale, freckled skin, a flat belly (although not quite a six-pack), a nice, tight little ass, and a naturally perky pair of 33C’s. And of course, I am the quintessential fiery redhead.
My daughter, Jenna, is also an absolute knockout, a tan blond with my same build, although she’s a bit taller and has a pair of D cups, and is an extremely intelligent and independent young woman. Her straight, chin-length hair is also a bit shorter than my shoulder-length curls. So it was a bit of a shock when she called me up one Wednesday and asked if I wanted to come down and see her for the weekend. I readily agreed, having missed her these past few weeks, and that was that.
Friday afternoon, I knocked off work early and drove the hour and a half south to her apartment, right off campus. She met me at the door, squealing and with tears welling in her eyes, she was so happy to see me. We hugged, and then she ushered me inside and introduced me to her roommate, Karen, a petite ebony beauty with long, silky dark hair who was in her senior year.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kaminski,” Karen said as she shook my hand. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but she held my hand a little extra long as her eyes roamed up and down.
“Please, call me Michelle,” I replied warmly.
Once I had stashed my bags in the spare bedroom, Jenna gave me the grand tour, and I complimented them both several times on their taste in decorating.
“So what’s on the agenda for tonight?” I asked.
“Oh, Michelle, you are in for a treat tonight,” Karen replied. “We’re all gonna get dolled up and head out for a night on the town, and see if we can’t drive some guys crazy.” She giggled slightly as she said it.
“Wow, I haven’t done that in a while,” I replied, grinning.
“Did you bring something to wear?” Jenna asked.
“You know, I actually did,” I replied, “although I wasn’t sure if we were going to go out, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared.”
“Cool,” said Karen. “Well, we were planning on leaving in about an hour, and we were gonna head somewhere for some dinner first.”
“Sounds good, but I have just one question. Who’s our designated driver?”
“Don’t need one,” Jenna replied. “That’s why we chose this place, Mom. Everything’s within walking distance.”
“Yeah,” said Karen, “more like crawling distance.” I was still laughing when I closed the door to my bedroom and started getting ready.
Forty-five minutes later, I emerged, dressed in a form-fitting burgundy camisole top and a pair of skin-tight black leather pants, with a pair of calf-high leather boots. The other two gaped at the transformation.
“Wow, Mom, you look great!” said Jenna, who was clad in a tight pair of blue jeans and a slinky blue silk top.
“Yeah, you do, Michelle,” gushed Karen as she eyed me up and down. She was looking pretty hot herself in a plaid pleated cotton skirt and black sequined bustier.
After a few more tweaks in the mirror, we were ready, and headed out the door.
Karen led us down the street to this little mom and pop Italian restaurant where the food was amazing. We each had our share of wine with dinner, and as we left the restaurant, I could already feel the relaxing effects of the booze.
After we ate, Jenna led the way to a nightclub a couple of blocks away from the apartment. The music was early-90’s house and techno, my personal favorite to dance to. Even at this early hour, the place was absolutely packed with bodies, and the dance floor was shoulder-to-shoulder. Karen led the way to a table while Jenna went to the bar to get us some drinks.
“You know,” said Karen once we had taken our seats, “Jenna never told me what a hottie her mom was.” A mischievous smile played across her lips that matched the sparkle in her eye.
“Thanks,” I replied, somewhat nervously. If Karen wasn’t drunk, she was well on her way, and although I knew she meant it as a sincere compliment, I didn’t know how much of it was the alcohol talking.
“Girl, your mom is such a hottie,” Karen repeated as Jenna returned with our drinks.
“I know, isn’t she?” Jenna replied. I started blushing and laughed nervously. Jenna had not only gotten us each a beer, but also two shots each of something called a “Red-Headed Slut”.
“So what are you trying to say?” I joked. Both girls laughed.
“Just drink it, Mom, it’s great stuff.”
“What’s in it?”
“Jaegermeister and cranberry juice.”
Karen made a toast to ladies’ night out, and we each downed a shot in one gulp, then chased it with a hefty swig of beer. I raised my second shot.
“To three hotties driving guys crazy!” I cried, my words just a bit slurred. Jenna, Karen, and I tapped our glasses together and down they went, followed by the remainder of our beers.
Jenna stood up, a bit unsteadily. “I’m gonna get us a coupla more beers,” she said, her speech slurring worse than mine. “Karen, take this hot-ass chick out on the dance floor and show her how we drive the boys crazy.” With that, she smacked me on my ass, and headed for the bar.
Karen reached out and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go, Old Lady!” Then she was off for the dance floor, and I was hard-pressed to keep up with her.
We found ourselves a small space to dance in, and when I say small, I mean really small. Like, just big enough for two people. So we started dancing, and everyone was so tightly packed together that we couldn’t help touching. Here and there, our breasts rubbed together, or our hips made contact, or a hand touched a thigh. I didn’t think much of it; I was feeling really good and just enjoying the moment, and the heat from the bodies and the movement of mine dancing.
So it was some surprise when Karen leaned close and said, “This is how we drive the guys crazy.” She motioned for me to turn so that my back was to her, then she stepped in and pressed her body into mine. I kind of figured what she was going to do, but I had no idea how far it would go. Her arms came around in front of me and one rested on my flat stomach while the other went to my hip and directed it to move. Slowly, I felt her pelvis grind into my butt, and her hand pressed my hip to follow her motions. So, I began grinding my hips as she was doing, and I leaned back into her.