Hazel

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The story is based on true events.

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that off-campus party at Hazel's place? I wrote about that party in the Ute experience. Off-campus parties were way better than all those campus parties since there you would always meet the same people. And either you already fucked the girl, like that horny Czech girl Zuzanna, or it would be boring.

Off-campus parties were hard to get invited to, but once Hazel and I became more than good friends, she quickly introduced me to other married BFFs of her, praising me a lot.

I promised Hazel to help her clean up on Monday, two days after the party. Her husband would be at work, and I promised her to be there at 10 AM. Since I didn't have a car, I had to grab a cab, which showed up late, but we still managed to arrive at the house at 10.15 AM.

As I rang the doorbell, I fixed my hair, looking forward to being alone with her.

Hazel came to the door and was happily surprised. "I didn't expect you anymore!" She said.

"A man has only his word in this life, Hazel," I replied. "Sorry I am a bit late; I had trouble getting here."

"No problem, come on in."

Even if I kissed her neck on Saturday night, I had to start all over again, so, being naughty as always, I asked, "Don't I get a hello kiss?" smiling at her.

She smiled, bent forward, and gave me a soft kiss directly on my lips!

Well, I thought, that's a nice start, smiling at her and saying, "That's better."

We walked in, and she closed the door behind us.

"Is there still a lot to do?" I asked her.

"I managed a lot yesterday, but yes, we still have like three rooms to clean."

"Cool, show me the first one we could do."

The one guest room was not big, but yes, there were lots of empty cans, empty chip bags, and empty bottles. Hazel brought a big trash bin, and we started cleaning the room. We were done in like in an hour. I found the vacuum cleaner and did the final part. The next room was as dirty as the first one, aside from some nasty carpet stains. Took us another hour.

"Will you ask a pro to clean those stains?" I asked her. "Because I am not sure how to handle them, they look like red wine stains?"

"Yes, I will, I already called one coming on Wednesday." She answered.

"Last room." She announced, a bit anxious.

"Are you OK, Hazel?" I asked her, wondering.

"A bit nervous. That's the room where you kissed my neck," she answered.

"And what are you worried about?" I asked gently, not wanting to make her feel bad.

"I am worried we will kiss for real this time, and I will like it." She whispered.

"And what if you like it? This is just between the two of us; no harm done," I replied.

"But maybe I want more. And maybe you are possessive. And maybe I risk my marriage here."

"Valid points," I replied. "The first part is fine for me; I have been thinking about you too. But most of the days I am too tired from basketball practice. We train twice a day, in the morning physically, in the afternoon systems, and in the evening, I train in the muscle shack to gain mass. After such a day I can barely breathe. So being possessive could only be you." I smiled. "But..." I added, sometimes we have no practice, and then my energy needs to go somewhere... Like today..." Smiling at her.

Her posture changed completely, and she felt immediately relaxed with me; you could see the way she was thinking about our next steps.

"Shall we go somewhere else instead of in the master bedroom?"

"No, this is the right place. We need to do it here. This is my **** on him."

"But I want you to take **** with me at least ten times, Hazel... Will you do that?" Teasing her.

"Oh, that's the very minimum!" She replied, looking lustfully at me. "You will be my Monday special from now on." Smiling.

Did I tell you what she looked like? I believe I forgot. Massive tits. There was no other word for it. DDD at least. That was the first thing anyone would notice. Besides being a gorgeous brunette thing, having a very pretty face, and having an ass almost matching her tits, slightly smaller in comparison. Flat belly though. Pretty brown eyes, succulent lips—a shame not to **** her at least on a twice-a-day basis.

I leaned towards her and gave her the softest kiss on her neck.

A bolt of pleasure shot through her nipples as I kissed her neck gently. She didn't know what to do next. On one side she wanted to kiss; on the other side her husband's "presence" was here.

Maybe just neck a little; no harm done, she thought...

To be continued.