Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Good walls make good neighbors, Part 3

... I asked if she wanted more; she said to give her a little, so when I returned and put the plates down, she continued: "That’s what a lot of training to become an historian is all about, you know. It’s not just facts and figures, but how to think about facts and figures, how to make sense of them and build convincing arguments to get closer to the truth. And to recognize all the political and philosophical ideas historians have when they write, so you can take them into account when you read what they say. So she got me started early and had me read as a sophomore and junior the books you usually read in senior seminars in college. It was all fascinating, believe it or not, but Dilthey? He was a tough nut to crack. Subtle. Too subtle, but interesting.” “So...” She wagged her finger at me. “ Don’t say it. No, I did not fuck a long-dead Kraut. I’m pretty perverted, but that’s just sick. Now enough with the lame jokes.” We chuckled and she stood up and looked over and down, “You’re hard after that ? Have you ever considered becoming an historian yourself?” “I’m more interested in the present moment right now.” She smiled and said, "More likely the immediate future." I laughed and said, "Yeah, that too, but really, I love listening to you talk about things." She blushed a little and smiled and finally said, “So anyway, as you know, Dad’s a lawyer, Mom’s an accountant, and they have lots of connections they have to keep...up to date. Parties to attend and parties to throw. The ...

... week following my little debacle with Dumb-Ass, they had a big to-do at the same time as my sister’s birthday. Little sis, two years younger. Too young for you.” “You’re woman enough for me.” “Yes, I am. ―Anyway, it was a weird situation. Normally Sis would serve as waitress and hostess, in return of course for extra allowance, but because it was her birthday she was going out with her friends after saying hi to some of the guests. Probably angling for birthday tips without doing any work." We laughed and she continued, "I wasn't too interested in the party, but I was singularly uninterested in going out with a quartet of 16-year-old girls. So, in return for a nice crisp clean $50 bill, I agreed to help out Mom and Dad. I had to dress up, but not too much, so I was in low heels and a below-the-knees gray skirt and blue sweater over a white silk blouse. Very conservative, nothing to give anyone ideas, you'd think. But of course, for many guys, if you have tits like mine, that sort of outfit is still hot. Guys were staring at my chest, men in their 50s, even when it was locked down under half an inch of wires and half an inch of wool. The poor girls were very upset with me, and I had to massage them for an hour after the party ended to make it up to them.” “Hmm, let me act that out for you later.” She giggled, “Please do!” and continued, “I served the hors d’oeuvres. One old guy grabbed my ass the first ten minutes, which pissed me off. Before I could tell Dad, I got drawn into a ...