Chrissy's New Life Part 2

The Thanksgiving holidays were now upon us and this presented something
of a problem. While most all the other students were from the region, my
family lived almost 1000 miles distant in Amarillo, Texas. Although this
was not unusual, my father was a member of alumni and hence the
selection of St. Mark's for my education. While my family wasn't poor,
flying home for Thanksgiving and then again in a few weeks for Christmas
was more than we could afford. It was assumed I could remain on campus,
and while that was possible, it would be an inconvenience to the staff
in that repairs to the dormitory had been planned while we students were
away. It turned out a solution was quickly found.

The subject came up on Sunday as Mrs. Alexander was chatting with Father
Tom after Mass at the local parish where he assisted. That Sunday I was
also at the church where I took part in an item the choir presented. It
was the first time while I was a member of the choir that we sang
outside the Academy.

Mrs. Alexander offered to open her home to me for the long weekend and
the priest agreed subsequently to approval from my parents and me. Of
course, after a week of my dreams filled with visions of the older
woman's breasts and the heady aroma of her perfume still in my mind, my
answer was guaranteed. I was called over to them as they chatted and
Father Tom told me of Mrs. Alexander's offer for the coming weekend,
which was only 3 days away. My mom and dad also thought it was an
excellent idea after a recommendation from Father Tom.

I was wondering what to expect on my weekend away from the Academy. My
thoughts were filled with being in close contact with this motherly
woman with her heavenly perfume and her comforting breasts. I looked
forward to my visit to her home.

Wednesday, after the other boys had already been picked up by their
parents or taken to the bus depot, I anxiously awaited my ride. My small
suitcase was packed and ready to go. Just as I realized I was the last,
still waiting, Mrs. Alexander pulled up in the driveway. I sat my
suitcase behind the car near the trunk as Mrs. Alexander came around the
car and motioned me to her. She lovingly wrapped me in her arms and gave
me a kiss on the forehead, explaining how pleased she was to have me for
the holiday. As she enveloped me in a warm hug and drew my head against
her glorious bosom, I once again got lost in her warmth. She opened the
passenger door and I climbed into the car in almost a trance. She
reached over to buckle my seatbelt and pressed herself against me in the
process. This gave me another whiff of her heavenly perfume and I
delighted in it again. Mrs. Alexander went around the car and climbed in
beside me and we drove off.

The car Mrs. Alexander drove was a pink Cadillac convertible. I asked
about the car and Mrs. Alexander told it was a 1959 model that used to
belong to her mother. She had her arm around my shoulder and pulled me
to her so that my head rested on her breast as we sat on the bench seat.
I just took it all it, her lovely full breasts and her aroma. This
weekend was going to be special. Mrs. Alexander said that the next day
we were going to a restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner.

As we pulled in the circular drive to Mrs. Alexander's house, I looked
out in awe. Obviously Mrs. Alexander was wealthy, the house appeared
almost a mansion and the grounds leading up to it were nearly as large
as the entire campus. To my surprise, we were greeted as we pulled up by
a tall young woman dressed in a maid's uniform. Mrs. Alexander
introduced the woman as Carolyn, her personal assistant and maid. I
could not take my eyes off the woman in her short low cut black satin
dress and dark stockings and heels and I blushed as Carolyn curtseyed
giving me an eyeful of her bosom. I thought of being in the company of
these two women the weekend and was sure it was going to be great.
Carolyn also had a heady aroma and I was delighted when she took my hand
and led me into the mansion.

Dinner was about to be served and Carolyn led me to the downstairs
washroom so I could wash up. Carolyn said she was also to be my maid for
weekend. She ran water in the basin and washed my hands and face for me
and then taking a brush ran it through my hair. I was surprised at this
unexpected action but welcomed it as a beautiful woman did it. Carolyn
then took my hand and led me into the formal dining room. She pulled out
a chair for me next to Mrs. Alexander at the large table and then pushed
me in.

The table seemed almost too empty, but then I remembered that Mrs.
Alexander had been recently widowed, and Mrs. Alexander had explained
that her daughter Susan had decided to stay on the East Coast with
friends for the holiday.

Everything about the mansion was beautiful; it was immense and decorated
with ornate lace curtains and fresh flowers on every table. Never had I
been in such a wondrous place. As we chatted, Carolyn served the meal. I
couldn't help but steal glances at the maid as she scurried about, her
brief uniform showing off frothy white petticoats as she bent to place
the various dishes on the table. I delighted in watching her and was
distracted and also noticed Mrs. Alexander smiled knowingly at Carolyn.

"You've had a long day, sweetie. Why don't you draw a bath for our
little guest, Carolyn, and he can get what I'm sure is some needed
sleep. You'll be sleeping in Susan's room, Chrissy," Mrs. Alexander went
on to explain.

I noticed the affectionate manner in which she had addressed me, and
while blushing slightly, I liked the sound of it as I thought it was a
sign of her care for me. I also wondered why they were letting me sleep
in her daughter's room as there must have been many other rooms I could
have used.

I said, "Thank you, Mrs. Alexander. You've been so kind to me."

Mrs. Alexander replied," You can call me Aunt Mary and address Carolyn
by her name. With that, Aunt Mary excused herself and Carolyn led me up
a long curving stairway to make an early night of it. I followed the
young woman a step of two behind and I couldn't help but notice how her
long shapely legs disappeared beneath the froth of petticoats. From this
new vantage point, Carolyn also displayed the frilled garter tabs that
held her stockings taut. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled as she
noticed my stare and gave her hips a more pronounced wiggle. She led me
into my room for the weekend. I felt strange but I was too polite to say
anything.

Susan's room was far different from any I had been in before. It was
unmistakably a girl's room; the walls papered in a delicate pink floral
pattern and the bed, which dominated the whole room looking as if it
belonged to a princess. It was covered in a canopy hung with wispy lace,
as were the curtains and the vanity. "I'm sure you'll be comfortable
here," Carolyn said with a gleam in her eye as she entered the bath just
off the room and began filling the tub.

I stole a peek into the bathroom and saw that it too was unmistakably
that of a young lady: everything in pink, from the towels down to the
thick carpeting. I waited sheepishly, anxious for the woman to leave me
in privacy.

Carolyn re-entered the room and said, "I'll leave you to your bath,
sweetie, you'll find everything you need in the bath. I'll be back later
with your things."

With that, she left the room and I quickly removed my clothes, and,
leaving them folded on the bed, hurried into the bath. For as long as I
could remember, I had only taken showers, and this bath was not just a
bath. The large tub was near overflowing with a froth of fragrant
bubbles. Being alone, there was no need to feel embarrassed, so I slowly
slid into the warm luxuriant suds. Just as I settled into total
relaxation, the door opening startled me. Aunt Mary entered with Carolyn
at her heels.