Chapter Prologue : Beginnings

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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The Exchange Student

Prologue

 

Janet Colleen Killingsworth stood at the kitchen counter drinking coffee, the stretch lace of her white nightgown clinging to her newly augmented breasts.  “Forty-one,” she thought with some trepidation.  It was twenty-one years ago that she married Charlie.  Now, two kids in college and a three-story home in the suburbs later, she had just completed her second plastic surgery within the year. 
 
Both were birthday presents from her loving husband, who had more than accommodated her aspirations to look at least ten years younger than her age. Even her closest friends would agree that she was plenty successful at self-preservation.
 
It wasn’t without effort; creams and spa treatments, a daily private workout in the exercise room followed by laps in the backyard pool.  It was nice to have all those amenities at home.  And it was good to be a Killingsworth.
 
 
 
Janet Colleen Cole was the middle of three children from a sub-middle class eastern North Carolina homestead.  Those were days she would just as well forget.  She occasionally spoke to her younger sister, Katie, still living in the distant farmlands of Pitt County.
 
Her older adopted brother had disappeared with the wind, and her parents checked out early from the burdens of hard work and worry if not the toxins of tobacco.  Janet chose to keep her original middle name rather than be reminded of her origins.  It was all part of the plan to keep her distance from the past.
 
 
 
Jan met Charlie as a freshman at East Carolina University.  An associate professor in the School of Business, he was a prodigy by all accounts.  That was before Charlie came to his senses and went back home to Florida, assuming the reins of his father’s prominent investment firm.
 
There were strings attached to the family money. Charlie would learn to play them.  Although Charlie was much older, Jan latched on like a leech and dedicated herself to the ride.  Age discrepancies are manageable.  Love can be coaxed. 
 
Things would be better now --- much better.  Never mind Jan ignoring a scholarship and backing out of school before completing her degree. She planned to be taken care of handsomely, all the while escaping those gravel roads and backcountry Pitt County roots.
 
 
 
Indeed, Charlie did take care of Jan, at least financially.  Things in the bedroom were a little lacking, but she convinced herself that it wasn’t a big deal.  Yet, in reality, Jan felt cheated.  Here she was at middle age working out daily for that centerfold buff, and her husband was beginning to look more like her father. 
 
Well, perhaps it was not that extreme.  Charlie was handsome in his way.  A middle-aged executive with that salt and pepper hair, he was slightly on the short side but still in good physical condition.
 
He was, after all, fifteen years older than Jan.  But that’s how it goes when you prioritize success with your fiancés’ portfolio.  She just never thought the years would wear on him so quickly. 
 
 
 
It wasn’t as if Charlie didn’t appreciate his wife’s allure.  He jumped at every opportunity to show her off, taking her to all the hottest functions; art shows, restaurants, parties galore.  And Charlie could still get it up.  He just wasn’t that attentive.  A quick two-minute drill and the ballgame was over.  He never was much for foreplay, even in the younger years. 
 
Still, Jan could convince herself that great sex is probably over-rated.  It dissipates in time just like that prenuptial tingle.  Fantasy, for the most part, is superior to practically any reality.
 
The last five years of marriage had demanded more and more of it.  Hardly a night passed by void of Jan caressing her clit to climax beside her sleeping husband as she imagined being pounded by a stud half his age.
 
In the morning after her shower, she would gaze in the mirror, picturing his young hands grazing her naked body, kneading and squeezing her ass, fondling her tits, and just fucking the ever-living shit out of her while bending her over the marble Jacuzzi.
 
 
 
Most of Jan's fantasies had faces and names, people she had met at parties while her husband was discussing business.  But then, Antonio Moretti showed up from Italy.
 
Jan and Charlie had sponsored numerous exchange students, even before the girls left for college.  Like everything else, Charlie had an inside track on exchange students.  He always found a way to sponsor the progeny of successful entrepreneurs or powerful foreign politicians, ultimately incorporating them into his firm’s portfolio along with their families and influence.
 
But none of those students had ever been anything like Tony. From the second he walked through the door, Jan was totally enamored; that crisp black hair, those dark brown eyes, olive oil skin, amazing smile. That sexy accent.
 
Admittedly, Jan knew nothing about Tony’s family or background, but she had a sense that his ancestry was somehow substantially more prominent than any of the previous students or even Charlie Killingsworth himself.
 
 
 
At well over six feet, Tony towered over Charlie. “Body like a Greek god,” she thought.  Thank goodness for the pool!
 
Jan could stand by the kitchen window for hours, just staring at him swimming his laps and marinating his perfect pecs in the Florida sunshine.  She even bought a pair of binoculars for closer study, keeping them hidden in a kitchen drawer.  With them, she could analyze him thoroughly, more precisely. 
 
Tony had just the right amount of chest hair, always tightly trimmed; and a sexy little love-line trailing from his handsome six-pack into the front of his shorts.
 
Jan would catch herself gawking at the bulge between Tony's legs made all the more obvious by his clinging wet swimsuit.  Lord knows, he certainly looked older than eighteen.  She used to feel dirty watching, but now she was over it. 
 
Repetition has a way of numbing the conscience, and Jan had become a creature of habit.  She had mastered a steady hand on her binoculars whilst peering out the kitchen window, fingering the swollen trigger that was anything but numb. 

 


Submitted: November 30, 2019

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Lisa ☺

I like this story meg nice build up cant wait to read more.

Sat, November 30th, 2019 10:05am

Extinct

Its awesome!

Sat, November 30th, 2019 4:18pm

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Thank you, girl! Thanks for reading!

Sat, November 30th, 2019 10:12am

domina belle

I always love your descriptions I feel like I'm an observer and not just the reader. I really can't wait to read more.

Sun, December 1st, 2019 7:57am

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I'm so glad you're on board with this, Domina!
Thank you for reading. I love your comment...

Sun, December 1st, 2019 4:33pm

Megan Mackenzie

I love the way you write. You use brand new phrases to describe things.
Introductions like the first few paragraphs have been done many times, but you make it fresh with your unique voice.
I love this line “age discrepancies are manageable. Love can be coaxed.”

Also “fantasy is superior to any reality”. YES.
Is it sad how much I relate to this feeling? Also the fact that you remember things better than they actually were in that moment?

Fri, December 27th, 2019 12:39am

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You have the most fantastic comments, girl. I could write a book about something and you could trump it with a paragraph. I love the things you pick up on; then things you emphasize. It makes it fun to write just to have your thoughts.

Megan, you're like every love-sick looney with your emotionally embellished recollections, a prime example being "the guy that got away" syndrome. (Not that you suffer from that) I think it's a combination of fantasy and subliminal dismissal for the less than spectacular. What truly was and what we think we remember would bear an unsettling dissymmetry if we could only find that video.

We could talk for days over a bottle of Jack, tucked away in some room full of wistful memories.

Thu, December 26th, 2019 7:31pm

Extinct

It has infact my litmus soaked!

Sun, July 12th, 2020 4:32am

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Oh, good!

Sun, July 12th, 2020 9:57am

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