Callie and the College Boys

By Giselle Renarde

Callie’s cottage has been taken over... by college boys!

All Callie needs is a weekend away from real life. Just two calm days at her haven of relaxation. Is that really too much to ask? Apparently so, because when she gets to her summer home it’s full of young people: friends of her son’s and students at the nearby university.

Is she angry? Not after falling into bed with two young men and a bottle of Kahlua! But can the love of two college boys solve all life’s problems? Or will family issues throw shade on Callie's sunny getaway?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Giselle Renarde
• Release date: Feb 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005101435

Giselle Renarde

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women's Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

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First Edition 2011 by Secret Cravings Publishing

Second Edition 2015 by Excessica Publishing

Third Edition 2022 by Giselle Renarde

Published by Secret Cravings Publishing as Callie and the Hipsters.

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Chapter 1

~Fitting In~

Friday night traffic out of the city was killer.

The weekend weather report predicted gorgeous temperatures, sunny and unseasonably warm for mid-April. Naturally, every family from Belleville to Burlington decided this was the perfect time to escape into the luxurious wilds of cottage country.

Callie turned up the volume on the radio, but static was taking over already. That was a good sign, she reasoned—if she was out of signal tower range, she was getting closer to the lakeside summer house. Still, she wished this damn car had come with a CD player. It had some sort of iPod connection, but she didn’t own an iPod, despite her son’s insistence she buy one, so that was pretty useless.

Even out here in Frontenac county, traffic was thick. The evening air choked her with highway exhaust fumes. If only the moral high road was an actual street I could drive on, Callie kept thinking. She was taking the moral high road, wasn’t she? By leaving the house and avoiding the temptation of destroying every precious objet d’art therein?

Yeah, this was the moral high road, all right. She couldn’t be tempted to Hulk Smash the summerhouse. She simply loved it too much. It was a haven for relaxation, always had been. After a nice, quiet weekend by the lake, she was sure to return to the city having gained a great deal of perspective on the current turd pile that was her life.

When she pulled onto the heavily treed lane under cover of darkness, she’d already switched off the car stereo. Over the satisfying crunch of gravel beneath her tires, she heard voices. Her first instinct was burglars! until she realized the voices weren’t whispering, but chatting, laughing. The neighbours must be up and throwing a party.

Callie drove up the slim grass path into their lot. When she spotted the cottage, she realized her instinct was only partially correct.

The summerhouse was lit up like an Amsterdam storefront, that red-scarf-over-the-lamp effect, and there were other cars in the drive—a mix of ancient station wagons and gleaming little high efficiency vehicles. The drivers and passengers of those vehicles were, she assumed, the people scattered across the deck and milling about her getaway home.

A growl burbled up in her throat like acid reflux, burning as it reached the back of her tongue. Dante! she spat as she switched off the ignition.

Callie flowed like a ghost past the young people on her summer home’s deck. Nobody noticed her until she entered the cottage. Strange how she felt the anomaly here, when she owned the damn place.

Where is my son? she asked the three kids indoors.

Two girls—one pretty blonde thing, the other a plump Asian girl with short spiked hair—looked up from their knitting.

Honest-to-God knitting!

Callie couldn’t believe her eyes. These kids were at a party, entirely without adult supervision—not that they were children by any means—and they were sitting quietly on the sofa, huddled together like a pair of kittens, listening to rather euphonious music…and knitting! It was impossible to tell what they were making, but each was adding to the opposite end of it. A collective effort. Very cute.

Who’s your son? the Asian girl asked.

The answer seemed obvious to Callie, but she couldn’t be cruel to the sweet young knitters.