Returning to School – Nancy

Return to School – Nancy

This actually precedes the “Returning to School – Ellen” stories I’ve already
written. Initially when I returned to school, I was initially enrolled in night
school at one of the local universities while I was working.

When I started my initial transition from night school to full-time day classes,
they had a program where you could attend both which I took advantage of
primarily because it was less expensive. When I did the initial transition, I
had left my girlfriend of 3 years, who in the past year and a half had become
far too difficult if not unreasonable to the extreme. Hence – for a while I had
zero interest in seeing anyone on a committed basis, and sought to have
women as friends as opposed to having a girlfriend. As I had met a number
of women in both the day and nighttime classes, I did seek to become friends
with a several of them, but I quickly discovered that they wanted more of a
relationship than I was willing (or ready) to give.

I met Nancy (who was married) in one of the night school classes, and she
was also in the process of transitioning from night to day classes. As she was
married, the same age, and taking several of the same classes I was we became
friendly. In short, I considered this relationship to be harmless as (presumably)
neither she nor I were looking for a relationship. While I am certain I wasn’t
looking, it hadn’t occurred to me that Nancy would eventually be thinking
otherwise.

As I transitioned into day classes, naturally most of my classmates were much
younger (I was in my late 20’s) so I had 10 years on most of them. While a lot
of them were seriously immature, some of them were mature beyond their
years and were in school to work, and I mean work hard. In the classes I
attended where there weren’t other (comparative) adults, I naturally sought
out the dedicated students, and one of them, Jim was especially bright. He
and one of the others I liked working with (Sara) were both part of the Campus
Entertainment Committee (CEC), so every now and then they’d get passes to see
concerts in town when major bands were touring. The idea of the free passes
being handed out to the CEC was due to the potential of the university hiring the
bands to come and play at the school (which did happen from time to time).

Hence – we’d get a bunch of people together (usually the more mature crowd)
and go see these shows, which was awesome – because then getting in was
free, which was a good thing when you’re on a budget. That pretty well lays out
background for this story.

My name is Greg – and here’s how it was.

I met Nancy in a nighttime finance class at the local university. It was a pretty
difficult class, and I was glad that I’d taken a lot of my math classes (including
calculus) and accounting prior to doing so. While this class wasn’t one of those
where you would get project or team oriented work, most of the night school
crowd (with a few exceptions) were adults and already busy in their careers.
Since the school did have a cafeteria (that sold beer!), every now and then a few
of us would have a beer with the instructor (who was a CFO at a local firm, and
was a riot to talk to) after class. Some of these after class sessions became so
much fun that even I (I was never crazy about math courses) started looking
forward to them.

Nancy was one of the ones who came to the post-class beer sessions, and
seemed to hang around the school quite a bit. She was about 5’3″, with a nice
tight and petite figure, with brown hair. While she had an average face, she had
striking blue eyes. She was somewhat curvy with an ample chest for her size,
but it was clear there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. I found her entertaining from
a visual perspective, as she had the kind of walk and a demeanor that suggested
that she was a real handful in bed. Eventually we found out she was married, but
that her husband travelled a lot for business, so she had started taking classes
while she was working to fill in her all-to-ample spare time and get her degree.

We both started running into one another in the library, cafeteria, and the few
classes we shared. I eventually found out she was also taking the computer
science courses and we were both doing the prerequisites for that program, so
we both assumed we’d be running into one another a lot. Eventually, as we’d
see each other at various times during the week, we’d hang out in one of the
lounges around the school, study, discuss classes, and so on.

One day she waved at me to come over when she saw me, and told me she
couldn’t make it to class the following week, and asked if I could I take notes for her.
I didn’t have any problem with that – she may very well get the opportunity to return
the favor someday.

When we met the following week I ran her off copies of the notes I’d taken, handed
them to her, when she noticed the kind of shorthand I used and asked me what
they meant. So we went over to one of the lounge areas where they had big sofas
to sit on, and I walked her through the notes and how to interpret some of the
symbols I used. She scribbled down the symbols and translations and then asked
about the rest of the class, which we discussed for a while longer. Before long we
began to discuss other topics, and the conversation got more personal. I told her
about my recent break-up from my now former girlfriend, and from what she
understood of the relationship she said that it was the right thing to do.

Then she started telling me about her husband, who was an engineer for a global
company who fairly regularly had to travel to Asia – especially Japan often for weeks
at a time. She’d said it wasn’t ideal, but that it wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t stuck
hanging around an empty house all the time.

Some months later, I had made friends with some of the other older students, and
we’d found out that we all liked reggae music, and there was a local reggae club that
had a wonderful band coming to town. I was going go with a few friends, but I’d also i
invited my same aged school friends as well. I ran into Nancy who mentioned that
her husband had left the week before for a several-week junket while we were
discussing other things – so I told her what we were planning (just a group of folks
around our age going to hear some reggae and get some eats), and would she like to
come along. She thought about it for a few moments and said sure. I told her
where we were all meeting for eats, and gave her the time and said we’d see her there.

We all met for dinner at a local Chinese place, Nancy got introduced around, and we
all seemed to hit it off well – dinner had a lot of laughs and we all drank zombies,
which can be pretty lethal if you’re not careful. We finished dinner, split the check,
and headed over to the reggae club. Eventually we all got there, and we went up to
the entertainment floor where the stage was and drank Red Stripe while we waited
for the band to come on. Eventually the room became more crowded and we were all
elbow to elbow by the side of the room, where a few of our crowd had secured a table.
The band came on, and shortly afterwards someone lit up a joint (not uncommon in
reggae bars) and handed it around. I took a quick puff, and placed it in the ashtray
on the table, and Nancy asked where I went. I told her there was a joint in the ashtray
if she wanted some. She grinned, strolled over, and took a few puffs.

As the evening progressed, we were all alternately listening to the band, talking, drinking
beer, sort of half-dancing to the music, and the occasional joint went around. Nancy
had eventually moved over closer to me, and I’d noticed that when she talked to me,
she always put her hand on my shoulder and seemed to let it linger. Often when she
was taking her hand off of me she would let it slide slowly down my chest. I didn’t think
much of it at the time – I dismissed that as a party night and nothing more.

We all started to hang around more often, and Nancy became something of a regular
for our outings, even apparently when her husband was home (he, apparently, didn’t
like going out). We all got to know each other more and more, and I saw Nancy often.
One of the classes we eventually had starting having group work, and this was the
first group for my computer science classes that started meeting at my mothers house
(I rented out the apparent in my own house and had moved into my mothers place –
that gave me some positive income meaning I didn’t have to work, and it was closer to
school). Our team was comprised of (this time) commuting students, and my house was
roughly in the middle of where everyone else lived so it became the meeting place.

It was the middle of the winter when a major blues show came to town at one of the
really large night-clubs, Another friend of mine was going to go with a friend of his
that was going to be in town, and he called me up to see if I wanted to go. I’d wanted
to see this band for a while so I was in, and I thought I’d ask some of the school crowd
if they wanted to go as well. Some of them did, but they couldn’t make it for dinner and
said they’d meet me (us) there. My friends in the Campus Entertainment Committee
arranged for passes to be waiting for us at the door, so it would be free admission for
two of us. Then I ran into Nancy who said she was up for it.

Since it was in the far side of town and as parking was limited we decided to car-pool
and meet at my place. I took a short nap that afternoon, and when I woke up I took a
shower and jacked off as the hot water poured over me before getting out. I then took
my time getting dressed and studied a short while, when Nancy arrived (very tight jeans,
and a button- down blouse that showed off her curves). We chatted about school for a bit,
but it was soon time to go so we hopped in my car and took off.

We went to a seafood place to meet my friend Rick who was with his pal who was in town
visiting (John) before the show. The food was fabulous and we’d had a fair amount of
wine to drink.