Chapter 61: Weekend full of MILFs

I lay there a minute longer, soaking it in, then slipped out of bed careful not to wake her fully. Her sexy body sprawled naked on the sheets was a view I could stare at forever, but I needed to get moving.

I headed to the bathroom, took a quick hot shower—washing off the night’s mess, feeling refreshed, cock still half-hard from the memories. Dried off, threw on my clothes, and went back to check on her.

She was stirring properly now, eyes fluttering open as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Morning, beautiful,” I said, leaning in with a grin.

She smiled sleepy and warm, stretching a little under the sheet. “Morning… you woke up early.”

“Yeah, gotta head to college,” I said, sitting closer, hand resting on her sheet-covered thigh.

She glanced at the clock, sighing. “Oh yeah… I have to open the store soon.”

We looked at each other—quiet heat still there—and leaned in at the same time. The kiss started soft, morning-slow, but lingered longer, deeper—tongues brushing, her hand coming up to my neck. Out of habit now, my hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer even through the sheet.

We broke apart smiling, breathless.

“Hey, Alex,” she said softly, “let’s exchange numbers.”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling out my phone.

We swapped quick—fingers brushing, eyes locked with promise.

I kissed her one more time—deeper, claiming—then stood. She wrapped the sheet around herself and walked me to the door, tits bouncing under the thin fabric, hips swaying.

At the threshold, one last quick kiss.

I stepped out into the street, grinning wide under the morning sun.

Damn, bro—last night was really the best. And I knew we’d hook up again soon.

But first—college.

I pulled out my phone, called Michael.

He picked up fast. “Dude, what’s up? You motherfucker still fucking MILFs or what?”

“Hey, let’s meet at college. I’m heading out now.”

“Nah, don’t bother, bro,” he laughed. “We got a holiday today—forgot to tell you. Tomorrow weekend starts, so classes resume Monday. Enjoy the vacations… and mf, tell me what Mrs. Claire did!”

I cut the call before he could ramble more—grinning even wider.

I’d tell him the details later.

For now, the long weekend stretched ahead—empty, full of possibilities.

And a lot more MILFs waiting.

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I took the subway five stations back to my area, the ride a blur of half-empty cars and morning commuters. My body was still buzzing from Sofia—muscles loose, mind replaying every filthy detail.

By the time I stepped off and walked the few blocks to my building, the sun was higher, the air crisp and clean after the storm.

As I entered the lobby, Lily was stepping out of the office, the door closing behind her.

“Hey, Alex,” she said, voice needy and a little breathless, eyes lighting up the second she saw me. “Where were you? I came by your room so many times yesterday—you weren’t there the whole day.”

“Yeah, Lily… I’m sorry,” I said, stepping closer, pulling out my phone with a grin. “I had some college stuff that needed serious attention. And why the hell haven’t we exchanged numbers yet? We’re so stupid.”

She laughed, relieved, pulling her phone out quick. We swapped numbers fast—fingers brushing, her smile turning warmer.

I don’t even have numbers for all the MILFs I’ve been with, I thought. Gotta fix that.

“Hey, Lily,” I said low, glancing around—the lobby empty—and grabbing her waist, pulling her in close. “I missed you too. After that night… Autumn totally crashed our plans.”

She leaned into me, melting against my chest, hands sliding up my arms. “Yeah… I missed you so much. That’s why I kept coming by—even last night, to see if you were back. Tiffany said you weren’t home.”

I smirked inwardly. Of course, Tiffany had probably tried knocking on my door herself last night, hoping to ride me until I couldn’t move.

“And… I have to tell you something, Alex,” Lily said, pulling back just enough to look up at me, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“What is it?” I asked, thumb tracing her hip.

“We’re going on a trip,” she said, her voice bubbling. “We do it every year—just the building residents, whoever wants to come. It’s usually a weekend thing, since some people have kids in school or college, but this year we’re making it a long weekend—Friday night through Monday.”

“Oh really?” I said, grin spreading. “Sounds perfect. Where is it?”

She leaned in closer, eyes sparkling. “A beach house up the coast—pool, barbecues, the works. It’s paid for by the building fund, so there’s no extra cost for residents. It’s a private place a couple of hours north—absolutely gorgeous.”

You have to come, Alex. It’ll be… fun.”

Her eyes said a lot more than fun.

“Of course I’ll come,” I said.

Her face lit up instantly, a bright, satisfied smile spreading across her lips. She looked genuinely happy—almost relieved.

“Really?” she said. “That makes me so happy.”

I chuckled. “Who else is coming this year, though?”

She pulled her phone out right away, thumb tapping the screen as she scrolled through a list.

“Let’s see… me, you, Autumn, Tiffany, Brittany…” She glanced up briefly, then added casually, “Tiffany’s husband is still on a business trip, so he won’t be coming this year. And my husband—well, he never really takes interest in these things.”

She went back to the list.

“Oh, and there’s another couple—Mr. and Mrs. Tran.” She looked up again. “They moved in last month. They’re Vietnamese.”

“Tran?” I repeated.

“Yeah,” Lily said with a small smile. “He’s Minh Tran, and his wife is Lan. She’s really sweet—super friendly. You’ll like them.”

She slipped her phone back into her pocket, eyes returning to mine.

“So,” she said lightly, “what do you think? Sounds like a good group, right?”

“Yeah. Perfect,” I said.

She smiled, clearly pleased.

Then a thought crossed my mind. “Hey, Lily—my shower’s been broken since I moved in. Any chance you could get someone to fix it?”

Her expression shifted to mild embarrassment. “Oh—right. The last tenant complained about that too. I completely forgot. I’ll send someone over in a bit. We have our own building maintenance.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”

Right on cue, someone from the building walked into the office—an older resident waving a form, asking about parking permits or something. Lily, being the manager, excused herself to handle it.

I took that as my exit, headed to the elevator, rode up to my floor, let myself into the apartment, and collapsed onto the bed.

Just a normal day, I thought. And tonight, a beach house.

I let my mind wander—imagining laughter around a fire, waves crashing nearby, maybe fucking a MILF under the stars. What could possibly go wrong?

My mind drifted—sun, drinks, laughter, open air—before I realized a few quiet minutes had passed.

Then came a knock at the door.

I sat up. Damn, Lily was quick. That had to be maintenance.

I opened it.

And froze.

It wasn’t maintenance.

Standing there was my aunt Melanie.

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