“Okay, thanks Jack."

“Thank me by getting your ass down here, I want to go home.”

I ended the call and dropping the phone on the bed, located some clothes on the small chair in front of my desk. I slipped my jeans on over my boxers and looked around for a shirt. I hadn't unpacked all my clothes yet and becoming impatient, dumped a trash bag full of shirts onto the chair.

The bar was usually warm so I grabbed a sleeveless black t-shirt and put it on. I slipped my shoes on and walking over to the mirror mounted to the back of the bedroom door, took a minute to finger comb my short black hair.

I frowned at the red around my normally bright blue eyes and wondered if I had time to hunt down the visine. Mitch was always making cracks all guys my age were stoned all the time and didn't want to give him any ammo tonight.

Truth was my eyes were red from a full course load and bartending five nights a week at Mugshots, a hole in the wall pit that nonetheless did well because it was near the PC campus.

The last three days, I'd had less rest than usual, but for a good reason. Last week Mitch had mentioned they had finished renovating the three room apartment over the bar and had asked me to help him run an ad for it. When I found out he was only asking a hundred a week and it came furnished except for a bed, I asked if he would let me have it.

Mitch balked at first, saying he didn't want to rent to a kid. When

I pumped myself up and declared I was twenty and not a kid, he'd laughed until he had gone into a coughing fit. I'd reminded him I had worked for him for over a year and never taken a night off and he trusted me to close out the drawers and handle his bank deposits.

When I added having me upstairs would mean if the alarm ever went off I could just run downstairs instead of him having to drive out in the middle of the night to check on the place, he'd started to

Listen more seriously.

I made enough to afford it and it was closer to school than where I lived with my folks and I certainly would never be late for work and a staircase away if Jack or Janice, the other bartenders, called out.

Seeing him swaying I told him how badly I'd been wanting to live on my own, not just away from my parents, but without a roommate, to be completely on my own. Mitch had sighed, said I was a pretty good kid and told me if I could get three references that weren't family, he would think about it.

That had presented a little problem. Aside from my parents, my best reference would be Mitch himself since I had worked for him since I was eighteen, at first washing dishes and cleaning tables before eventually tending bar.

I was able to get a reference letter from my Political Science professor and another from Mr. Roberts who I spent one day a week working for in his Law office as part of my internship.

The third I was at a loss for, but it ended up coming to me in the form of my best friend Chris's mom, Allison. She overheard me telling

Joe I needed another reference and volunteered.

I was dubious at first, but Allison wrote Mitch a long letter saying how she had known me since I was twelve and what a fine young man

I had grown into.

She mentioned how when she first divorced two years ago, I came around the house and did all the yard work and some repairs for her and had also tutored Chris through High School. She played it up big time, speaking of how honest I was, reliable, responsible and an all around ‘upstanding young man‘ as she put it.

Apparently Allison followed the letter up by stopping by Mitch's while I was in class and speaking to him directly. After that conversation, Mitch had taken me aside and told me the place was mine and I better give Allison a big thank you gift because it was her speaking to him that really convinced him.

I grinned at my reflection at the idea it most likely wasn't what

Chris's mom had said to Mitch as much as it was her appearance that had him nodding and saying "Oh, sure" to her.

Allison may be my best friend's mom and even a bit of a second mom to me, but fact was? The woman was one smoking hot milf! I doubted there was a friend of Chris's who had been over the house that hadn't jacked off to the thought of his mother.

Allison had it all, long legs, big tits, long blonde hair and a pair of blue/grey eyes that stared right through you. The woman was not only sexy, but knew it.

She never dressed slutty, but didn't exactly hide what she had either.

Allison always showed just enough leg and cleavage to make you well aware of how much more there was under those clothes, while still looking like a professional and respectable woman.

However, that was when she went to work. I'd seen her once in awhile when she had left for a girls night out wearing some outfits that had made my cock ache with the thought of what a woman like that would be like in bed.

On that note, I looked into the mirror at the brand new queen sized bed I had used a good part of my savings, along with some money my parents had given me, to buy.

The night stands and desk were from my old bedroom and the couch, chairs and kitchen set in the apartment were used, but decent furniture Mitch had bought to rent it furnished, so the bed was the only brand new thing in the house. Opening the door I walked through the small living room, smiling away as if I was looking at a penthouse suite; my own place!