0 comments/ 7219 views/ 5 favorites The List Ch. 03: Charlene By: athanos *****Author's Note***** This story is part of a series composed of 6 chapters. Although this chapter can be read by itself, it is recommended to read the previous chapters in order to get a fuller sense of the story behind the list. A big thanks to findingmyvoice for editing and putting up with me. *********************** Running always seemed to clear Shane's head. Shane slipped his jogging shorts on, put on a fitted t-shirt, then laced up his running shoes. The trip to downtown, up to old man Rafferty's farm, and back was approximately 10 miles. Shane thought it would do him some good to make the trek. He had been having a lot of memories, and along with those memories, feelings; feelings he hadn't had in a very long time. The list had sparked his emotional curiosity of what happened to everyone. As Shane ran through the park, he watched kids playing on the merry-go-round, spinning as fast as they could. After it stopped, each of them proceeded to a line drawn in the dirt, to see who could walk the straightest. Shane's mind was taken back; another memory from his childhood. The girls spun on the merry-go-round. As the world zipped by them, curving, with objects streaking past, one tipped her head back to view it upside down. The centrifugal force pulled her body. Only held by her legs wrapped around the bar near the center of the popular playground equipment, she let her arms stretch out. She lost the grip she had on the bar and slid off the merry-go-round quickly. Shane watched as the girl clasped her mouth and searched the ground. He approached her. "Are you OK? Can I help you find something? You have a nasty scrape on your knee." "I'm ok. I lost a tooth though. I'm just trying to find it." The girl kept her mouth covered while she ran her free hand over the ground. "Let me help." Shane scanned the ground then got down on his knees to get a better perspective of the brown dirt scattered with tufts of grass. As he moved a couple of rocks out of the way, he felt something small and sharp on one end. Shane picked up the object and presented it to the girl. Muffled through her hand, "You found it! Thank you!" The girl walked with Shane to a bench and they both sat down. It wasn't long before the girl removed her hand from her mouth. Shane said, "It can't be that bad. Are you sure you're ok? Let me see and I will tell you what it looks like." She flashed her toothy smile, minus one; Shane's heart skipped Her smile was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "It doesn't look bad at all. You should put that tooth under your pillow tonight." It was the first time he met Charlene. He wanted to hold her hand and kiss her. Shane remembered that moment 32 years ago. He was six, and Charlene was five. She was the first person on his list. Though, it wasn't supposed to be the type of list it had become. As well as any six year old could think of, it was intended to be a list of everything in his life, not just girls. At six years old, being scrawny and awkward, Shane lacked the courage to take her hand that day and give her a smooch. His lack of confidence followed him throughout elementary school. By the time he felt confident enough to ask her out, he was a freshman and she had a boyfriend. Shane snapped out of it to find himself downtown, which seemed like it hadn't changed one bit since he left. He noticed that everyone who moved away from town changed, and those who remained, stayed the same. This would make a good Twilight Zone episode. The buildings downtown still showed their weather-worn brick faces and billboards advertise products and stores. Like a scene out of The Andy Griffith Show, Shane could see people sitting on chairs and benches outside the doors of their shops; the local gossip buzzing from their mouths. One of the buildings did look like it had been renovated. As he was running past, he saw the sign in the window: Charlene Jackson, DDS. Is the world teasing me? Trying to tell me something? Shane thought to himself. He had been thinking about Charlene this morning. Images of her toothless smile invaded his thoughts, as he peered into the large plate-glass window. Inside, a little girl received a lollipop from a short-haired brunette who was seated beside a counter. The woman stood and smiled at the little girl; there it was. Shane immediately recognized the toothy smile from his vision this morning. Charlene looked up and saw Shane standing in front of the window. Her face lit up, and she quickly said something to the little girl before excitedly waving to Shane, inviting him in. Charlene had always been nice to him. He was constantly picked on in elementary school, but she never said anything mean, nor did she ever make him feel unwanted. He opened the door, side-stepping to allow the little girl and her mother room to pass through the door at the same time. "Oh, my gosh! Shane, I haven't seen you in forever!" "Yeah, it's been about...16, maybe 17 years, hasn't it?" "Something like that. You look really good after all of these years." "You look pretty amazing yourself. I really like your hair like that. And I see you still have that same wonderful smile." Except the way I remembered it this morning, it was missing a tooth, he said to himself. "Are you in for the reunion tonight?" "I really haven't decided if I'm going or not. I was only close to a few people." Shane counted seven, at most. "Well, I'm going and I would really like someone there to talk to who isn't a complete ass. How about you pick me up at 5 and we can go get a bite to eat before the reunion? We can catch up on the last 17 years. I live at my parent's old house. Pick me up at 5 sharp!" Even though Charlene's voice took on a more commanding tone, her blue eyes twinkled as she tilted her head slightly and pushed her bottom lip out as though she were pleading. "Umm...OK. See you at 5." Shane wasn't sure what to think. His mom had been begging him to go to the reunion, which he resisted. Now, he had been roped into going to the reunion by a smile filled with white teeth and a short bob haircut. After showering, Shane picked out what he was going to wear to the reunion. Before meeting Charlene today he had decided that if he went, he was going to go in jeans and a t-shirt. He didn't care. He would be showing up with a pretty girl who everyone knew, and he needed to look sharp. Shane unpacked the Armani suit he brought with him. He never knew when he would be called somewhere for his job and having the suit with him gave him at least one set of clothes to wear on his first arrival. He was excited about going to the reunion with Charlene. As he went about the rest of his day, he thought of Charlene and his heart skipped a beat. The last time he remembered that feeling was when he dated Jolene for a summer after high school. Shane finished buttoning his white shirt, he pull the loop of the tie over his head, tightened it and adjusted the Windsor knot. He looked in the mirror and smiled as he remembered what he looked like graduating from high school. He had come a long way. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he went downstairs. His mom stepped toward him and hugged him tightly, "You're going? I'm so excited. Maybe you will reconnect with a girl from school who can take care of you. I'm sorry. I said, I wouldn't do that again." "You never know what can happen." Shane teased his mother, knowing she was hoping he might find a girl to marry. He, on the other hand, was referring to his unfinished list. All day he had been thinking about how he would hold Charlene's hand and finally kiss her. He wanted to do more than that, but at six years old he really didn't know about any of the other stuff, so it did not appear on the list. It was bad enough at six; to think that kissing a girl would make her pregnant. This isn't a conquest list, Shane though with a feeling of guilt. I shouldn't be seeking out ways to cross everything off. Everything should just come naturally, as it already has. He made the decision that whatever happens, happens. He hadn't sought Jolene out and convinced her to take his virginity, nor had he forced Monica to sleep with him. Both of those events happened by being in the right place at the right time. Shane's jaw dropped when Charlene opened the door. She was beautiful. Her red dress clung to her body, hugging her curves. She wore strappy heels and had long, slender legs that seemed to go on for miles before reaching the short hem of her dress. She was never well endowed, but had plenty enough to create cleavage that made Shane look down the neckline, or rather breast line of her dress. Lifting his jaw back in place, Shane complimented, "You look stunning!" "Thank you Shane. I don't get to dress up often. You would think that a single dentist in a small town would be asked out at least once in a while. Well, I have been, but none of them have been worth dating." Charlene giggled. "You look quite handsome yourself." "Thanks. I don't know about you, but I'm starving, and you're not helping my appetite any," said Shane while winking at her. Shane thought with confusion, Where did that come from? Charlene blushed, accepting Shane's arm as he helped her down the steep steps. He guided her into the passenger seat and couldn't help but stare down her dress and gawk at her long smooth legs as they parted slightly when she swung them into the car; not enough to see anything though. For being a small town, there were quite a few food establishments to choose from. Charlene chose the new Mediterranean place. It was as far out of town as one could get without leaving town; near the motel that Monica's brother owned. Having filled their stomachs, and seeing that they still had plenty of time before going to the reunion, Shane and Charlene engaged in small talk catching up. Shane spoke in a serious tone, "You and I have always been friends, right?" "Yeah. I guess so. Even though we didn't talk much during school, I always thought we were close. I had a feeling that if there was anything in the world I wanted to say that others might not want to hear; you would always be there to listen. Does that sound funny?" said Charlene. "Not at all." Shane shifted in his chair nervously as he started to confess. "I have something to tell you. It's a little embarrassing and quite strange in my opinion, but I just have to go for it." I thought you said you weren't going to do this, he struggled with himself. "What is it? You can tell me anything. Seventeen years of separation hasn't changed the type of person I am. I can keep secrets and I won't judge you for anything." "It seems silly really. The first day I met you and helped you find your tooth I was infatuated with you. Your smile made me melt. I ran home that day and I made a list. The first thing on it was your name. I wrote down that you had a great smile and also wrote that I wanted to hold your hand and kiss you. Sounds really stupid, doesn't it?" "There's nothing strange or stupid about that. Everyone does that sort of thing when they're young." "That's not really the strangest part. I continued making the list throughout school. I found the list yesterday while rummaging through a box of my stuff. I had crossed a few names off of it, but yours has never been crossed off. I lacked the confidence growing up to ever attempt it, so now I would like to ask if I could hold your hand and kiss you?" Shane felt a tug at his heart, waiting for a negative response. He was anxious that he would have to spend the rest of the night thoroughly embarrassed. Charlene didn't bat an eyelash, as she placed her hand on top of his. He turned his palm upward to meet hers and their fingers intertwined. She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. They held the kiss longer than a typical hello kiss, but no tongue; there didn't need to be. "Will that cross me off your list?" Charlene fluttered her eyes and smiled. "I believe that will do it. Though, it was a lot different than I had imagined when I was six." Shane noticed that her hand was still entwined with his resting on top of the table. "I'm flattered that after all of these years you still wanted to hold my hand and kiss me. I'm even more honored that I was the first one to capture your heart and inspire you to make a list." "I am very happy you allowed me the pleasure. So, we have about an hour or so before this reunion. What do you want to do while we wait?" "I have an idea, but I have another question about your list. How many people are on it? No, don't tell me. I don't really want to know. Do you add to the list still?" "The last I remember updating my list was just after college. I hadn't seen the list since then, until yesterday. So, no, I do not still add to it." Charlene squeezed his hand again and looked deep into his eyes, "Would you like to add to it? My mouth has other uses than just talking and kissing." She winked seductively. "And my hands are pretty good with instruments and tools." Shane tried to relax as his heart lurched redirecting blood flow toward his groin. Paying the check, they drove to the motel. The rates were cheap, and best of all the rooms were clean. Fumbling with the key, Shane finally managed to get the door open. In a fevered rush, both Charlene and Shane started to undress. Lust engulfed them both as they tore at each other's clothes and bodies, careful not to rip anything. Shane launched Charlene through the air onto the bed. Her body was slim with somewhat wider child-bearing hips. Her breasts were perky, with small areolas, and erasure sized nipples. Her left nipple was pierced; sporting a silver ring the size of a dime. Her completely shaved pussy made his cock twitch. Shane crawled up Charlene's body to rest his weight over her. Taking her lower lip between his teeth, he bit, and started to softly kiss her. She responded by parting her lips and sighing a short breath. She placed her hand on the back of his neck while the other wrapped under his arm. Shane braced himself up, holding some of his weight back. Turning his head, he continued to kiss her passionately. Charlene's hands roamed, caressing and stroking his back, shoulders, and chest. He kissed along her jaw line, and clasped his mouth around her earlobe sucking gently. "Mmm, I like that." Shane licked and sucked again bringing a smile to her face and a shiver to her body. Kissing her, Shane could feel her velvety flesh under his lips. She ran her fingers through his hair; tugging on the back of his head; forcing him onto her neck. Shane adjusted his position above her, putting more weight on one arm, while gliding his hand across her abdomen. He felt her quiver as he moved his hand along her body, making his way up to her small, yet beautiful breasts. Charlene tigerishly clawed at his back and massaged his buttocks. With Shane's hard penis pressed into her thigh, she pulled him closer and let out small moans and gasps, encouraging him to continue his pursuit of her aching nipples. She continued to explore his body, and then wrapped her hand around his shaft. Shane could feel her ineffectively trying to completely jacket his cock. Shane's tongue found her nipple, strained and protruding from her breast. Shane was aware of her hand slowing tugging at him, causing the soft skin on his cock to roll toward the tip. With a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins, he bit. A short, high pitched yelp escaped Charlene's mouth before returning to a low purring sound. Stroking the length of Shane's cock with one hand, she deftly pinched his nipple with the other. Shane jumped, losing the suction he had maintained on the meaty flesh surrounding her areola. "Mmm Hmm," Charlene hummed before opening her mouth, biting his shoulder. Shifting his weight, Shane suspended himself above her and slowly moved his head downward to kiss her stomach, just above her belly button; causing his stiff dick to disjoin from her grip. "Aww. I wanted that." Exaggerated disappointment filled her face with pouty lips. "Don't worry. You will be able to have as much of it as you want; AFTER I lick and kiss you all over." Plunging his tongue into her navel, Shane continued working his way down until his mouth was kissing her pubic bone. It was smooth where she had shaved herself. Shane thought to himself, She must have just shaved before I picked her up. The light musky scent washed over him, and he found his tongue resting on top of her clit. Charlene grabbed Shane's ears and rammed his head into her crotch with such strength that her clit mashed against his teeth. She inhaled quickly. Shane's mouth had been forced to open due to her strong pull on his head. He caught her clit between his teeth and began to suck. Charlene moaned, groaned, and rolled her hips. She swung her legs over Shane's shoulders, locking her ankles together and drawing him in while bucking her hips up. Shane found his mouth to be suddenly placed over her labia, allowing his tongue access to her vaginal hole which was dripping with lubrication. Her breasts jiggled in Shane's hands as he alternated between massaging the flesh and pinching her nipples; pulling on her piercing. His tongue worked in and out of her hole. While her free arm reached down to pull her clitoral hood up, her other hand moved to the top of Shane's head. She grab his hair and pushed down harder on her clit. Placing her middle finger on her clit, she rubbed and threw her hips at Shane. "Uh-huh! That's the spot! Don't stop Shane!" Shane's tongue reached a small rough patch, just inside the front of her hole. He had never had his tongue so deep into a woman, he could feel her muscles grabbing and gripping at the tip. With a few more bucks of her hips, Charlene clamped her legs together tightly and held her breath. Legs quivering, fingers fervently flicking her clit; she shuddered with her first orgasm. Fast, short breaths passed between her parted lips, and Shane could feel her lungs filling and relieving themselves of air. Her hands reach down to grasp his head. Pulling gently this time, she guided him back on top of her; tracing his jaw and cheeks with her fingernails. Shane kissed her with passion, or lust, he wasn't quite sure of the difference. Charlene pushed him, making Shane lay on his back. "Time for me to show you what else these hands and mouth can do," she whispered into his ear. Kneeling on the bed beside him, perpendicular to his body, with her knees just touching his hip; Charlene found his cock and with her right hand she grasped at the base. She squeezed firmly, milking upward slowly while her left hand found Shane's hand. Seizing it, she guided it to her left tit and clutched him there. As her thumb reached the top of his cock, she smeared the pre-cum around the head. Still covering Shane's hand that was massaging her breast, Charlene bent to the right and licked the tip of his cock, gathering up the smeared pre-cum and adding her own saliva, further lubricating him. She was in total control of Shane's right hand, sliding him down her chest and abdomen until his fingers rested on her mound, shy of their destination. Ever so slowly, she pushed her lips over the head, past the ridge of his cock. She stopped for a moment, and circled her tongue around; flicking it in and out of his tiny opening. Shane felt her suck on the tip, making his cock jerk. "Ohh! That feels so good." Charlene continued her routine of stroking, mixing pre-cum and saliva, then pushing her lips over his cock, until she had the whole thing in her mouth. During her marathon to consume his entirety, she had allowed Shane's hand to drift downward. Shane could feel the heat radiating from her loins as he spread her labial lips apart; she dipped two fingers into her hole. Shane could feel her grinding on his palm; not letting his fingers have a chance to enter her. The List Ch. 03: Charlene Her tongue teased the underside of his cock at the base, before she sucked up to the tip, and plunged back down. "Uhn!" Shane exhaled. Charlene removed her fingers from her vagina then reached down to cup Shane's scrotum. She massaged his balls, stroked his cock, and bobbed her head all at once. "Wow!! Don't stop!" Shane exclaimed. Realizing she had removed her fingers, Shane inserted his two fingers. As Charlene continued to fuck him with her face, he moved his fingers in and out, matching her intensity and pace. Shane could feel himself building. It would not be long before he blew his load. Placing a finger at the base of his cock, and pressing, she found a spot that made the feeling subside. Charlene did this several more times, bringing him to the brink, and then letting him back down. Whenever she did this, he could feel she was having the same reaction. He could feel her orgasm build and then fall. Charlene had synchronized them. Shane felt Charlene suck and hold the suction as she slowly raised her head. When she reached the peak, she teased the tip with her tongue. Swinging her leg over his body, she straddled him. Shane took hold of her hips while she placed her hands down on his. She pushed herself up, bringing her knees in close to his body. Shane assisted her, lifting Charlene higher in the air. She stopped at the moment his prick came into position, just inside the nook of her soft vaginal lips. Bracing herself with her hands on his pelvis, she lowered herself until the tip of his cock passed her opening. Shane positioned his hands under her breasts to help support her weight and balance. He knew she was waiting a moment to get used to his bigger than normal girth. Charlene proceeded to push down, slowly, tentatively, driving Shane's cock deeper, small amounts at a time. She would stop, ease back up to the tip and start over, lubricating his thick, long instrument. Shane could see the pleasure sweeping across her face. He watched as inch after inch gradually drove deeper into Charlene. She moaned, "MMMMMmmmmm" as she slid up him and gasped, "OH!" as she lowered herself down. "You feel so tight. Holy Shit!" Shane denied the urge to thrust up with abandon. He didn't want to hurt Charlene, and wanted her to be ready for it. Charlene's pubic bone came to bump his, and she squealed with delight. Shane sighed as he felt her relax, slowly grinding her hips with short strokes, front to back, side to side, and in a circular motion. "You fill me up completely. If I would have known you had a monster like this in high school, I would have ditched Jim a hell of a lot sooner." Lowering her torso down to rest on his, she whispered breathlessly into his ear, "Are you ready to tear my pussy up?" Charlene's eyes rolled backwards as she pushed back hard onto him sinking him deeper. "OH GOD! YES! Let me tear it up!" Pushing against him again, she sat straight, put Shane's hands on her tits, and began riding up and down. Each thrust she pushed down brought a painful pleasure to Shane. Her inner walls pulsated with each inward and outward movement. Charlene was milking him. He was ready to cum and he could feel her climax building. Charlene reached behind her to find the magic button that subsided the need to blast his load in her. Shane was lost in her. He tweaked her nipples, massaged her boobs, and thrust into her with a frenzy. He yearned for a release, but she wasn't letting him. Instead, she teased him, bringing him to the edge, and then backing off. She took control and set the pace, rhythm, and eventually the same pattern of corresponding rises and falls in pleasure. Something changed all of a sudden. Shane noticed that she was pressing her finger between his balls at the base still, but the harmonization of their rollercoaster climaxing had changed. "Oh FUCK! FUCK!" Charlene pumped her hips up and down wildly. "I'm cumming again!! OHHHHH! MMMmmMMM! Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!" Charlene twisted her head around violently, as Shane felt her ejaculation fluid running down his shaft; coating his balls. Throwing her body down on him, she shuddered with alternating short and long spasms. Continuing to thrust back and forth, she released the pressure at the base of his cock. He immediately lost it. Not being able to hold back any longer, he pushed deep, impaling her, and came harder than he ever had. Shane doused her insides. She cooed and convulsed as his cum burst into her with four large spurts. Laying in each other's arms, Shane had a familiar feeling well up inside of him. He felt a love he hadn't felt before; a deep bond. Charlene raised her head off of his chest, "That was great. I haven't had sex like that...well, in forever. Jim just couldn't ever get it right. Where were you all those years in high school and college? That could have saved me many batteries." She giggled like a school girl. "After that, I'm asking myself the same thing. I have never felt such pleasure. What you were doing to me was blowing my mind." "Just a little trick I picked up along the way through med school." Shane looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was 8:30pm. "Looks like we're a little late for the reunion. You still want to go?" "Are you kidding? Of course I do. I want to rub this shit in Jim's face." "We look like a mess," Shane chuckled, "and we don't have much to work with to get cleaned up." Charlene looked at her disheveled hair in the mirror. "It will be exciting arriving to the reunion late, messy hair, sideways skirt; your shirt half tucked in, with your tie loose around your neck," Charlene said with a thrilled look on her face. "I know you were picked on a lot in school. I tried to defend you whenever I could. You were really sweet. Why not show up at the reunion with me, letting people know you ravaged me. They need to see what you have become; muscular, toned, young and vibrant. What do you say? I want to show you off, and pretend you are mine for at least one night. It's the least I can do for the only boy who helped me look for my tooth thirty-two years ago." "Ok. Let's go show those insensitive bastards and bitches what they were, or rather, are missing." He smacked her on the ass to get her moving faster. Driving to the reunion, Shane couldn't help but think how wonderful the sex was tonight. He had never experienced anything like it. Charlene had totally controlled him, yet made him feel powerful at the same time. He also thought about the feeling he had while she lay on his chest afterward. He thought maybe he was starting to fall in love with her, but soon realized he had always loved her. The reunion was already well under way when they arrived, and Shane was surprised at the turnout. Charlene stepped through the door on his heels, holding his left hand; her right hand curled around the crook of his arm at the elbow. Shane imagined what was running through some of the attendee's minds. His hair looked like he had fallen asleep with it wet and just gotten up. Charlene's hair wasn't much better; it was sticking nearly straight out on one side. His shirt was only half tucked in; wrinkled; with misaligned buttons. Charlene's dress looked uneven, hiked up too far on one side and over compensated on the other. The strap on her left shoulder hung loose under her triceps. The two of them looked like they had been in an accident. Walking past a few of the tables, Shane could hear the murmurs and felt eyes upon them as Charlene spoke loud enough for others to hear, "Whoa! That was the best thing that ever happened to me! I can't believe how long we were in that room." Waiting to pass the next table before she continued, "Or how LONG and WIDE the shaft..." walking to the next. Shane and Charlene reached the refreshments table. Charlene asked Shane if he could get her a drink because she was a little hoarse, stretching her jaw a bit to visibly remind him why. When Shane returned, Charlene was standing in the same place he left her, joined now by what could only be described as two block-headed jocks from days gone by. The years had not been kind to them. Getting closer, he could overhear the conversation. "I remember taking you into the locker room that night after homecoming. That was one of the best times I ever had!" Shane didn't recognize him, but then again he really didn't care for many people in high school. Charlene cheekily replied, "Well, at least one of us remembers it." Shane smiled at her and handed her a drink. Jim said, "You look like you've been having some fun Charlene. You roll around in the hay a bit before showing up? I'm sure he didn't rock your world like I did." Jim was slightly inebriated, but not enough to be oblivious to Shane giving her the drink. "Who's the short dude?" "This dear Jimmy is the MAN, who as you put it, rocked my world before coming here! He more than rocked my world Jim, he took me to new worlds where idiots like you don't exist, where cocks are large; not jocks." She and Shane waited nearly a minute before Jim replied. "HaHa, very funny. Seriously, who are you?" "Shane. You remember me right; awkward looking kid, skinny, short, and smarter than the entire football team combined?" Jim shook his head, turned and walked away with his friend. "That was fun. Let's dance," she said as she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the dance floor. Shane followed eagerly, allowing her to control his body again. The floor was sparsely dotted with couples hugging and kissing as they casually danced to Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You." Charlene pulled Shane in close, placing her hands around his neck, she nuzzled into his shoulder. As his hands came to rest on her hips, she thrust them forward, causing his hands to slip to the small of her back. Shane could feel her hands tickling the nape of his neck when she pulled her head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. Even in the dim light he could see the bright blue of her irises as she peered at him. I could look into these eyes forever, he thought to himself. Charlene beckoned him with her eyes, pulling his head down to touch their noses together. Tilting her head to one side, her lips moved closer to Shane's, she held her mouth open. He parted his lips to meet hers; feeling her warm breath. He caught her lips fully; kissing her as his hand gracefully ascended her spine; cradling the back of her head. They continued to kiss as they moved across the floor. Shane had not realized how far they moved off of the dance floor until Charlene was pushing him through a door. Surprised, he broke the kiss to view his new surroundings; the women's bathroom. Lifting Charlene up, he sat her on the counter. Her hands moved to his cheeks, holding him firmly as she kissed him. Shane grasped at the hem of her dress, lifting it to her waist while she wiggled her ass to assist him. Shane kissed her chin; then her neck, following the channel running from the front of her neck to top of her sternum, while she leaned her head back against the large mirror on the wall. Charlene grabbed the lapel of his jacket and tore it from his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and pressed her heels into his ass; pulling him closer. His hands frantically started unbuttoning the top of her dress until he was able to peel it back from her chest; exposing her red lace bra. Charlene clasped her hand on his neck to pull him into her breasts as he reached down to find the band of her panties. Shane backed away and pulled her panties down. She scooted to the edge of the counter and released the lock her lags had on his waist; allowing him to slide them off one leg. As he was removing them, she reached down to undo his belt. Shane helped her with the button and zipper; freeing his rock hard cock as his pants fell around his ankles. Grabbing his cock, he placed it at the entrance of her pussy. She was soaking wet and he could feel the heat wash over the tip. Charlene dug her heels into his ass again, spurring him to advance. He infiltrated her; being shoved in by the power of her legs. "OHHH!" she exhaled as the full length of his cock rammed into her. Shane inhaled sharply; feeling himself travel up the tight, slippery route toward her womb. At that moment, the door opened with a thump as two women staggered into the bathroom. "Oh my gosh! We're so sorry!" one giggled as they shuffled their feet back out the door. Shane began to slowly fuck Charlene on the countertop. She braced herself at the edge; stopping him from pushing her further back with each thrust. He attached his teeth to her nipple; biting and sucking through the lacey material housing her breasts. She threw her arms around his neck and lifted herself off of the counter. Shane responded by grabbing her ass to support her weight and placed his back against the wall. He hoisted her up, and then let her weight carry her back down; catching her as his cock slammed into her. She began to grind her hips in a circular pattern while he continued to lift and drop her. Charlene sighed in his ear, "I'm going to cum." "I am too," he whispered back. Charlene's legs clamped harder around him as she panted, "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" He could feel her muscles expanding and contracting; pulling the semen up from his balls. She stiffened as she bit his neck, suppressing her scream. Shane continued to bob her up and down a few more strokes before he came inside of her. He lowered Charlene to her feet. After sharing one more impassioned kiss, they attempted to make themselves look presentable. Walking out of the restroom, two ladies were standing near the door giggling, with three more lined up behind them. "That was great! Shane, I'm sorry to do this to you, but I have to go home now. I have a patient in the morning. Some people can only make it on Sunday's." "I understand. Let's get you home." "You stay and have fun. Jen is getting ready to leave. I'll catch a ride with her. Will I see you tomorrow" "I was planning on leaving tomorrow morning, but I can wait until the afternoon if you would like to get some lunch before I head out." "I would love to! My appointment is at 8 in the morning. I should be done by 9 at the latest. You are so sweet, and I really had a GOOD time tonight. Feel free to express to Jim and all of those other jocks how amazing the sex was tonight. Embellish if you want, to make it into the best thing that has every happened." "It wasn't?" Charlene flashed her beautiful smile at him. He said goodnight and watched her walk toward the door. Her ass was tighter than it was in high school. He stared lustfully at her tiny frame shifting weight from one hip to the next. Wow! Shane hung around another hour. He made small talk with a few people and heard comments as he passed tables about his encounter with Charlene in the restroom. He could hear the women saying, "Did you hear what Gina said they were doing? It was...," then whispering. Finally tired of being gawked at and alone, Shane sat down for one last drink. He sipped, watching the thinning crowd. Two girls were on the dance floor, obviously sloshed and in desperate need of a taxi to get home. Shane reached into his pocket and discovered that he had the list with him. He hadn't meant to bring it, but in the spirit of the list, he crossed Charlene off. He got to hold her hand, and kiss her; and kissing wouldn't get her pregnant, he chuckled to himself. Oh GOD! We didn't use protection! Shane knew he had to see her tomorrow in order to discuss the situation. Gathering himself up; Shane walked toward the doorway. He was a few paces away from the drunken girls trying to dance, when one of them dropped something. She bent over to pick it up; straight legged, ass tilting to the side slightly. "Mrs. Jenkins?" "Shane? Is that you?" She didn't look a day over 24, which was the same age she was when teaching English Literature his senior year. Time in the small town seemed to stand still, nothing changed; not even Mrs. Jenkins who was six years older than him. "Yes it is. How are you Mrs. Jenkins?" "It's Miss Jenkins. I never married. You can call me Sarah now though. I might need a ride home..." Sarah's words faded into a slurred, garbled mess. Shane steadied her, walking slowly. "Where do you live, Miss Jen...I mean Sarah?" Shane thought of the last name he saw on the list before closing it: Miss Jenkins.