5 comments/ 50676 views/ 13 favorites Ms. Boone & Mr. Stone By: NYBoss I couldn't decide on the category for the story, mature or romance. All characters are over 18 years of age and all sex is consensual. Your feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for reading. - NYBoss 2000: "Don Stone, please report to the Main Office," echoed the familiar voice of Mrs. Benson, the Administrative Assistant to the principal, at Lincoln High School. The message was addressed to me while I was sitting in my boring English class, as our out of date teacher, Mrs. Alberts tried to lead the class in a discussion on Dickens' "The Tale of Two Cities." Why anyone had to read this in high school was beyond my comprehension. Still, in 2000, it was required reading, boring or not. And why was I being summoned to the main office? I was a senior, straight A student, math wiz, accepted to Stanford University, star 6' 2" basketball player, good looking and in great physical shape and all around nice guy. For whatever reason, math came naturally to me. In fact, I probably was smarter than the teachers who were trying to school me on honors calculus. "Okay, Mr. Stone," Mrs. Alberts said, "get going, but hurry on back as the discussion today is key to understanding the novel." "You got it" as I winked to my friend Keith, who knew full well that I would milk the time in the office that the period would be long over before I attempted to make my way back to the English class. I walked into the office and Mrs. Benson, without a word spoken, pointed to the Principal's office, that being Mr. Reed. As President of the school Math Club, Mr. Reed always came to our matches, offering words of encouragement. From that, and from the times I saw him at my basketball games, he seemed to be a pretty decent guy, not a stuffy administrator. As I entered Mr. Reed's office, I also saw a familiar face, Ms. Marlene Boone and two men I did not recognize. Ms. Boone was in her second year of teaching math at Lincoln. She was also the assistant to the faculty advisor of the Math Club. Ms. Boone also happened to be the fantasy of every one of her students, male and probably some females as well. No one knew her age, but it was speculated that she was about 30 years old, built like the proverbial brick shithouse. About 5'6", black wavy hair that fell below her shoulders with a figure that stops traffic. A natural beauty, makeup always perfect, accented by thick eyebrows and usually red lipstick, her curvy figure emphasized her most valuable asset, her perfect breasts. Riding high on her chest, easily a 36C or perhaps 36D, Ms. Boone did nothing to hide her charms. As usual, she was wearing a short, just above the knee, skirt, with a sweater top, which did nothing to hide her charms. In fact, at times during the year, when the weather was right, we were granted the exceptional view of her hard nipples. The other two men introduced themselves as the local representative and regional director of the educational testing service. Yeah, that organization that administered the SAT tests. Mr. Reed began. "Don, do you have any idea of why you are here?" "No idea, but I would imagine it has something to do with my SAT scores" as I pointed to the two guys is suits. "It does, Mr. Stone," one of the suits said. "Specifically, it has to do with your Calculus honors test." "What's the problem?" The suit continued. "Normally, I would congratulate you on achieving a perfect score on the exam." "But..." I said. "There is no documentation on how you got your answers. You were given paper to use to calculate the answers but your work sheet was blank, except for your name, when it was reviewed first by Ms. Boone and then by our organization." "There is an explanation for that." I continued, "I didn't need to use the paper. I did all the calculations in my head" as I pointed to my skull. "Math comes easy for me, as Ms. Boone would agree, so there was no need to put anything to paper. Are you accusing me of cheating?" As the two ETS guys turned to Ms. Boone, she remarked, "He does have the ability to do the problems in his head. He is the most gifted student I have ever seen. He is capable of doing what he said he did." After a few more minutes of discussing this with Ms. Boone, Mr. Reed and the two guys, the ETS guys told us that they would review this information and get back to us and let us know if they would validate the test. "Hey," I blurted out, "I'm heading to Stanford, primarily based on this test. You can't screw me because I'm smarter than the people who put the test together." I don't think that sat well with the ETS guys. "We'll get back to Mr. Reed in due time. Have a good day. With that they walked out of the office. Mr. Reed saw the concern on my face. "Don, let's not get bent out of shape until they get back to us. Then we'll address anything that needs to be addressed. The long and the short of it was that in two weeks, the ETS guys invalidated the exam. Told me I could take it again. Ms. Boone was adamant on my taking the exam again. I, on the other hand, had strong principles, and decided to say, "Fuck it, I'm not taking the exam again, regardless of the consequences." "It may mean your acceptance to Stanford could be in jeopardy," Ms. Boone reinforced in the strongest terms. "What will your parents say?" "I've already told them and they are very supportive of my principles. If Stanford backs out, then I'll find another school." After this, I tuned out the rest of my senior year, with the exception of my continuing to work on Ph D. level math problems provided to me by Ms. Boone. Once a week after school, for about an hour, I came into her classroom where she always had a new problem for me. Ms. Boone did the research and came up with great problems for me to work on. As a normal, 18-year old guy, who had dated and fucked a few girls in high school, my relationship with Ms. Boone was nothing less than professional, until the last week of classes, one week before graduation. I had been working on an elaborate project and did not have time to bring Ms. Boone the paperwork during school hours. She told me to bring it to her home so she could review the work. This was going to be the last piece of my semester's work that was going to go into my portfolio, a portfolio that I could use in the future. Ms. Boone lived in NYC, commuted by train to school. With her address in hand, I took the train on Saturday morning as I planned to be at her apartment by 11 am. Ms. Boone who was dressed for summer greeted me. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, had a tank top and wore a pair of shorts that appeared to be painted on. She was barefoot. "Thanks for seeing me on your day off, Ms. Boone." "Don, I think it's okay if you called me Marlene. We are not in school and you are graduating next week." "That sounds better than Ms. Boone," I laughed. Marlene joined me in laughter. Marlene's apartment, I found out, was a simple one-bedroom co-op unit located on the Upper East Side. Very nicely decorated, she motioned for me to bring my work to her as she moved to the kitchen table. I hesitated for a minute only to let Marlene walk in front of me. As I hesitated, Marlene turned around and gave me a quick smile. As she sat down, she motioned to me to join her. I asked for a glass of water and she pointed me to a cabinet where her glasses were kept. After getting the water I moved behind Marlene to look over her shoulder as she was beginning to review my work. Ms. Boone began to review my work. While I was supposed to follow her review I was really concentrating on the view of her cleavage from behind her. The top of her breasts was tanned and formed two perfectly symmetrical globes. The cotton top she was wearing exposed the tops of her breasts and plenty of cleavage. When Ms. Boone sensed that I was not paying attention to her work, she decided to address the situation. "Ahem, earth to Don!" Rather than say anything, I moved closer to her neck and then whispered "you have no idea how sexy you are, do you?" The remark was met with silence. "You don't have to say anything, but you have been the object of my fantasies for the past two years. I'm going to miss looking at you and thinking how you would look naked." Ms. Boone turned to me and then stood up, her face getting beet-red. Rather than wait for her response, not knowing what to expect, I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closed to me. "Thanks for looking after me these two years." With that, I gave her the longest, sexiest kiss, parting her lips and gently placing my tongue in her mouth. I was surprised when she returned the kiss and even more so, when she pulled me closer to her. We lingered this way for a good minute, or two. When we broke apart, I was about to say something when Marlene put her hand up and stopped me from speaking. She initiated the next kiss and the next one after that. I picked her up and carried her, her legs wrapped around me, to her bedroom. I took my time, removing one piece of her clothing at a time. I started with her tank top and then her shorts. She stood before me in a very sexy, black lace set of undergarments. The bra accentuated her breasts and the simple lace bikini panty did little to hide the lush bush of black pubic hair. She undid my shorts as I removed my golf shirt. "My God," she panted, as my erection was evident as my under shorts tented dramatically. I was blessed with a better than average size cock, with the diameter to match. I never had complaints from the girls I fucked, except when a few of them told me, "That they did not know if they could fit all of me into their cunts." Well, with some help, they did. Marlene could not wait and yanked my shorts down and gasped again when she saw my cock standing oh so hard and oh, so big. She reached out and grabbed my cock and began to jerk me off. No words were spoken as she knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. Combining to use both her hands and her mouth there was no way I was going to last if she continued her onslaught. I pushed her off of my cock and brought her to her feet. Very slowly, I reached for the clasp on her bra, and after fumbling for a few seconds, released her breasts from the constraints of the sexy undergarment. Her breasts, no, her tits were magnificent. Sitting high on her chest, standing at attention, easily a 36C, the perfectly shaped orbs were blessed with nipples that, at this point, stood erect, at least one half inch away from her tits. I bent over and grasped the right nipple in my mouth, sucking, teasing and biting it causing Marlene to moan softly. After a few minutes I did the same thing to her left nipple. I backed away and reached for her panty. Before pulling the panty down on her legs, I reached inside and ran my hands through what I found to be a very tick pelt of pubic hair. Unlike the younger girls, Marlene was a natural woman when it came to keeping her bush nice a full. I found her slit and ran my finger up and down the wiry fur for a few minutes until I finally, shoved one finger into her very wet cunt. I started moving my finger slowly and after a few minutes of Marlene bucking against my hand, I thought it would work better if she were able to spread her legs. I pushed the panty down and she stepped out of her cunt cover. While her bush was trimmed on the sides, it was thick and wiry all along her mons. Taking my hand I cupped her cunt, feeling just how wet she was. I placed my middle finger back into her very wet cunt and began to slowly finger fuck Marlene. As I thought, the sensations caused her legs to spread apart to the point that I was able to bury to fingers into her love box. I bent over and began to kiss her, exploring her mouth with my tongue at the same time I was causing her to react to my finger fucking. I took my thumb and found her exposed clitoris. Gently at first, I maneuvered my thumb over her most sensitive nub while continuing my assault on her cunt with my fingers. She broke away from my kiss panting, "Oh, Oh, Oh so fucking good. My cunt feels so fucking good. More, more, please work those fingers.........Oh!" "I want you to cum on my cock." With that, I pushed her onto her back, moved on top of her and gently pulled her legs apart. Nothing is better than to look at a very sexy, curvaceous woman with a full, thick bush. The bush framed her womanhood, but I was still able to see her very wet slit and her pink clit poking out from the mass of hair. Slowly, I leaned forward, Marlene grabbed her ankles and locked them around my back and I gently eased into her. "Go slowly, you're so big!" I did just that. Slowly I worked my cock into the furnace of her cunt, a few inches at a time, back and forth, causing Marlene's moans to get louder and more pronounced. Finally I suck my entire cock into the cunt, then after giving Marlene time to make the adjustment to the size of my cock, I began to gradually pick up the pace of making love, no fucking the Math teacher. After a few minutes Marlene could not hold back. "Oh yes, oh yes, you're so fucking hot, your cock is amazing. Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I moved fasted and harder. "Going to cum, oh I'm going to cum. Cummmmiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggg. Yes, yes" and Marlene exploded on my cock. I gave her little time to recover as I turned her onto her knees and quickly entered her from behind. As she was so wet, my cock made it easily into her cunt. I reached around and grabbed her tits, mauling them; pinching her nipples all the while I was sawing in-and-out of her cunt. I felt my balls churning and my impending climax approaching. As I got closer to releasing my seed into Marlene's cunt, I moved my hands from her tits to her cunt. With one hand, I opened up her cunt lips and with the other I started stroking her very erect clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming again," Marlene screamed. And as she did, I joined her, "Me too, so fucking sexy, so fucking hot. Your cunt is so fucking hot." I removed my cock from her cunt and we just laid on the bed, panting, recuperating, and being very quiet. I don't know if there were any words that needed to be said by either Marlene or me. We lay quiet for the better part of an hour before I left the bed to use the bathroom. When I returned Marlene was sitting up, the bedcovers drawn close to her neck. I was still bare ass naked, with my dick swinging between my legs, semi-hard. It would not take much for me to get hard again. The benefit of youth. "You know I could get fired for doing this?" "Who's going to tell the school? Technically, I have completed all of my classes and I am just waiting to get the diploma this week. And, I am over 18 years of age. This was just a meeting of two people who took advantage of the moment." "Yes, it was the moment of weakness on my behalf," Marlene commented. "Don't apologize. This was something we both wanted. It was unspoken during the year, but all the time we spent together, the innocent flirting we did, finally came to the logical ending given the opportunity. You have to admit, it was great." "It was better than great. My ex-husband was abusive and any other men I've dated since my divorce were idiots, both in and out of bed. It's been a while since I was made to feel like a woman." I moved back into the bed and reached around to cuddle with her. "I can't do this again with you Don. You've leaving for parts unknown and I don't want to, or rather I can't get involved with a student with risking a whole lot. You understand?" "Former student but I understand completely. I admire you too much to cause you any grief." She reached around and began to kiss me violently on my lips. I returned the favor for a few minutes when I unlocked my lips from hers and moved down on the bed between her legs. I gradually moved her legs apart and started to work my way up towards her cunt by planting small kisses all along her thighs. I reached the juncture where I took my fingers and gently began rubbing her inner than outer lips as her already wet cunt became even wetter. I lowered my face to her cunt, framed by that magnificent bush and used my tongue to part the hair on her lips locating her clit. Short, small motions of my lips on her clit caused Marlene to shudder and let out a loud groan. I began to move my lips faster and at the same time inserted two fingers into her cunt. Marlene was now bucking up and down off the bed, speaking a language only known to those who have experienced similar ecstasy. She grabbed her tits and twisted on her own nipples, pulling them out from their source. "You're making me cum again and again." I want to suck you off as I cum. She moved so quickly, that we were in a 69 position before I knew what was happening. To digress a little, there is nothing like having a cunt full of hair settling on your face. Nothing at all. We got into a great rhythm and in no time, I was bucking my hips to meet her mouth and she was bucking her cunt all over my face when, for some unexplained reason, we came together. After taking a spurt of my cum in her mouth, she released my cock so she could signal her own climax by wailing and shaking. My face was soaked with Marlene's cunt juices and her tits, heaving a few minutes ago, were now at rest. Once again, we rested and Marlene fell asleep. I quietly left the bed, got dressed and left her apartment. For me the graduation ceremony was beginning of my life. Marlene came by to congratulate me and hoped I would stop back and say hello whenever I came back for any class reunions. She handed me my portfolio and said that it was her pleasure having me as a student and wished me luck. All with a brief smile and a handshake. I thanked her for her assistance but made no promises to return to the school for any reunions, as I had no idea where I was going to be and what I was going to do. Once again, I thanked her for her support and as other faculty members were with us, we just shook hands, looking at each other, lingering for an extra second before I released her grip. As I had not applied to any additional colleges, I decided to travel around the country by car with no specific plans other than to enjoy life. 2010: I had made my way to San Francisco after graduating from high school. Took me about two years to get there and when I did I bounced around from job to job, mostly waiting tables. Going to school was an option, and finally, I started taking a handful of classes, ones that held my interest in mathematics, first at a junior college, and then, with the support from an instructor at the junior college, who was able to secure an interview for me, and at Berkeley. When the interviewing professor at Berkeley heard my story and looked at the portfolio Marlene had prepared for me, he offered me a full scholarship on the spot. I went on to earn top grades in math and graduated with honors with a degree in computer science. During my time at Berkeley, I began to work as an independent consultant to computer firms and, at the same time, began to develop some software that would revolutionize the defense industry. Having the foresight to patent my software, I became a multi-millionaire before I finished college, selling the patent to the government. When I graduated college I decided to work on projects for major corporations, taking those that I deemed worthy to benefit society. I was living very comfortably in the Heights section of San Francisco. There were some short-term relationships, but there was no one who lasted for more than a few months. The sex was great, but the emotions, the emotions I had with Marlene weren't there. The invitation came. My high school was holding their 10-year reunion. When I left Yonkers, I did not come home. My parents came to visit me, but my Yonkers days were now just a blur. There was really no one to see as most of my high school friends had also scattered throughout the four corners of the country. We kept in touch but often were the case that we traveled to see each other. Out of my four best friends, two were married with kids living in Atlanta, one was single living in Texas and one was living in, of all places, Alabama married to the homecoming queen. Ms. Boone & Mr. Stone My yearnings for Marlene had not wavered throughout the years, but I was hesitant to go back, thinking of the scandal that my presence could cause once people found out our true feelings fro one another, if they found out. I decided it was time to go home. I told my parents I was coming in, but asked them not to mention this to anyone. I convinced my four best friends to join me. It was hard for them to turn down my offer as I sent plane tickets and paid up room reservations at the Plaza Hotel in New York City for their entire family. I had changed very little physically over the past ten years. In fact I was probably in better shape than I had ever been, going to the gym on a daily basis along with a better diet. My one concession was that I had let my hair grow a little longer and had the typical two-day growth of beard plastered to my face. I was a mature 28-year old. I arrived home on a Thursday, two days before the reunion. On the reunion Saturday the plans called for us to attend the football game and then head over to the host hotel for the festivities. I had hired a limousine to take my friends to the party. I would arrive separately. What I hadn't told my friends was that I was planning to visit the school on Friday. On Friday morning, I came to my old high school and went to the main office. Mrs. Benson was still there and looked strangely at me when I appeared in front of her desk. It was like, "I know the face, but I can't place the face." "Hello Mrs. Benson. Think back 10 years, SAT people." "Oh, Don Stone" she said as she came out from behind her desk to greet me. We took about two minutes to do some catching up and then I asked her to keep my visit quiet and see if Mr. Reed could see me. "Mr. Reed, do you have minute as I have someone here who needs to see you?" Mrs. Benson said into the telephone. "Go right in. It was good to see you again. You coming to the game tomorrow?" I said I was and knocked on Mr. Reed's door. "Come in." I opened the door and stepped in to a very familiar office. While closing the door I stated, "Things haven't changed much in ten years, ever since my inquisition by the SAT police." Mr. Reed looked up and smiled saying "Don Stone, welcome back." He moved from behind his desk and reached out as we shook hands. "I thought you had fallen off the face of the earth. I called your parents a few times after you graduated but they weren't offering much information as to your whereabouts. I guess they decided to honor your wishes." "That's my fault. I was pretty bitter, not with you but with the school board for not taking my side of the story. I decided to move on with my life." For the next 30 minutes I brought Mr. Reed up to date, including my status as a multi-millionaire. I made that remark because I wanted to inform him of my decision to make a donation to the school to be dedicated to the Math department to help aspiring students achieve their goals. A foundation would be set up to administer the program. Basically, the award would be presented to the outstanding math student and the award would be tuition and board at the college of the student's choice. They would have to maintain a B average in college in order to keep the award for the following year. And, if they maintained an A average, the award would be extended to include graduate school. "You know that is very generous on your behalf. Ms. Boone would be forever grateful." "How is she?" "She is now the Chairperson of the Department. She continues to look for the next you," he said with a chuckle. "I know she is devoted to her work, but did she ever get married?" "There is no one special as far as I know. She never brings anyone to any of the faculty functions we have." "Is she in class now?" "She is running a special class for five outstanding math students. More like a seminar." "Can I barge in?" "Room 207. Should I call her and let her know?" "Please no. I want to see the look on her face." Mr. Reed reached out and shook my hand. "Don, thanks for coming in to see me. Can we find some time over the next few days to finalize your generous gift and how we should set things up?" "I'll be around until Tuesday when I fly back to the west coast. Can we meet Monday morning in your office?" "Sounds good. See you at the game tomorrow and then at the party." "Looking forward to that. Thanks Mr. Reed." "Please call me Jonathan." "Don't know about that. Mr. Reed sounds better. But I'll try." I hand not planned any special words to greet Marlene. Maybe it was best to be impulsive as I made my way around to her classroom. The door to room 207 was open. The front of the room with the whiteboard and computer was by the door. Some things did not change. Marlene had on her usual short skirt and from what I could tell a high neck sweater top. She was wearing those three-inch stilettos that continued to accent her figure. She was facing the window as she was listening to one of the students try to solve the complicated math problem outlined on the whiteboard. The student was having some difficulty grasping the concept laid before them. As I stepped quietly into the room, I said, "If you applied the Euler's Method for generating an approximate solution curve for an IVP the answer will come to you." "Oh, my God," Marlene yelled as she turned around to see a somewhat familiar face attached to the voice. Not giving her a second to react, I moved quickly toward her, reached around and grabbed her around the waist and proceeded to give her the most sensuous kiss of my life. When I continued for what seemed like a minute, in actual time it was about 15 seconds, the class started to applaud this stranger who had the nerve to plant a kiss on their teacher. As we broke the kiss, one of the students shouted, "Hey Ms. Boone, is this guy your long, lost boyfriend you constantly talk about?" "No, this is Don Stone, a former student at Lincoln. You have some nerve Mr. Stone barging in on my class and then doing what you did." "Well, I think you enjoyed it as much as I did. When I was a student here, Ms. Boone was my mentor and was just as good then as she is today. I figured the worst she could do, if I did something I only dreamed about doing when I was a student, was to ask me to leave. So far, so good, I haven't been asked to leave." The bell sounded to end the class and the five students heard Marlene say, "Please take Mr. Stones' advice and bring your work with you to class on Monday." Perhaps a few wrinkle around her eyes, but Marlene remained a beautiful woman. When the students were gone Marlene closed the door and turned to me. "Ten years go by without a word and you suddenly walk back into my life." It was more of a statement than a question. "Why?" "There has not been a day I haven't thought about you since I left the area. You know why I had to get away." "That doesn't make it right, not letting me know about what you were doing or where you were living." "You're right and there is nothing I can do to apologize to make things better. My God, you are still so beautiful. I will understand if you say 'No' but can we have dinner tonight?" "Why should I have dinner with you?" "Because I asked nicely and I need to talk to you." "You remember where I live?" I nodded yes. "Pick me up at 7:30. Surprise me with a restaurant." "Thanks. Dress to the nines as I am going to take you to a special place." I took a cab to meet Marlene. She greeted me wearing something I could only describe as "movie star" sexy. She wore a short, black cocktail dress, printed top and very sexy high heels. I only hoped she was wearing stockings and not panty hose. Her makeup accentuated her beauty. Her hair was loose, hanging by her shoulders. "You did say dress to the nines, didn't you?" The cab took us to the River Café, just across the Brooklyn Bridge. We were seated with an amazing few of Manhattan. During dinner I told her about my last ten years, only leaving out the part of my being a multi-millionaire. She told me about her life, which, in all candor, was just as mundane as it was when I left. We did find things to laugh about and cry about and the end of the dinner came too soon. We took a cab back to her apartment and I was prepared to end the evening with the typical, "It was great to see you again, we should do this again, but without waiting another ten years" speech. Marlene surprised me by asking me to come up for a drink. "I didn't realize how much I missed you," Marlene said. "All night I was trying to be angry with you, but I couldn't work my way to doing that. I don't want any promises from you, but I want you with me tonight." I leaned over and tenderly kissed Marlene on her red-painted lips. She returned the favor and we spend the next few minutes sucking face. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "I want to see how much you missed me, as you said you did," Marlene remarked. "Go sit on the bed and watch. Dutifully, I scooted up to the headboard, but not before removing my suit jacket and tie. Marlene disappeared into the bathroom and in about three minutes opened the door and came out. She had removed her skirt and blouse, but left her stockings and shoes on, and nothing else. Her tits were still magnificent, with her nipples exploding from their center. They were taut and alarmingly long. Her stockings outlined her pubic hair. The massive bush was still jet black, wiry and seemed to go from the bottom of her navel to the junction of her thighs. The sides were trimmed neatly, but the thickness was plainly evident, as was her clitoris, peaking out from its hood. Pink and pronounced, it was ready to be loved. "It looks as though you may need to remove your pants unless you want to damage them." My cock formed what looked like a smaller version of the Washington monument and it was ready to burst through my zipper. I quickly undressed never taking my eyes off of Marlene. She was very good at teasing me through this. She placed one leg up on a chair near the bed and spread her legs to show me just how much hair she had down there. She also began to rub her right hand over her mound and her clit causing her to move her bottom in time to her hand movements. When I was fully undressed she moved her hand away from her cunt and offered me a taste. "You are soaking wet," as I stated the obvious. Marlene pushed me back on the bed and moved up to straddle me. Taking my cock in one hand while opening her vaginal lips with the other she slowly pushed down on my cock. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as she slowly pushed down to take my entire length. Ever so slowly she began to grind her pelvis against my cock. I reached up and grabbed her nipples and slowly began to tug and twist them, trying to pull them even further away from her tits. Her moaning became louder as her movements increased. Being passive was not my nature so as Marlene began to push down on my cock, I moved my hips in time to her thrusts. Our passion built as Marlene screamed out her orgasm. "More, more, I'm almost there. Faster, harder....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Cuummmmmmmmmming! She fell against my chest as my cock remained in her cunt. I gave her a few seconds to recover, her body was still heaving in the afterglow of her passion. I quickly reversed our positions putting Marlene on her back. I worked my way down her body until her thick muff was in line with my face. Marlene parted her legs, inviting me to feast on her hairy pussy. I lowered my face to her bush, snaking my tongue out to part her lips, bounded by her hairy mons. I moved my tongue up and down her slit, feasting on her nectar of love. I found her taste and smell intoxicating as I continued to ream her cunt with my tongue. I found my way to her clit and began to suck the little, sensitive bud into my mouth. Pulling and licking Marlene began to rotate her hips upward, fighting to reach my tongue as she began pulling at the sheets, her tits shaking from side to side. She was close to cumming for a second time within thirty minutes. Sensing that her release was imminent, I quickly scooted up her body, spreading her legs as far as they can go and rammed my cock into Marlene's cunt. I found her mouth and we began kissing as passionately as we were fucking. Marlene locked her legs around my back and began thrusting to meet my cock. I unlocked her legs, hooked them around my arms so that her cunt was in full display, her hairy cunt framing her legs. I was able to see my cock sliding in and out, her juices coating my very hard cock. I broke away from her kissing me, and for a brief moment when she opened her eyes, I mouthed the words, "I love you" to her. "I love you too. I love you. I love what you cock does to me. Faster, go fasted and deeper, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease....................." Our passion reached a crescendo as we both came, Marlene first and me a few seconds behind, shouting out our love for one another. I emptied some of my load into Marlene's cunt and some onto her matted bush. Marlene reached down and rubbed some of my cum into her bush. She licked her fingers clean. We spend the rest of the night either sleeping or locked in various stages of passion. The sun came up to soon on Saturday morning. Marlene reached under the covers to stroke my semi-hard cock. She disappeared under the covers, pulling them back and forming a tight circle around my cock with her mouth. I was hard in less than two minutes. I tried to push her away, but she pushed me back onto the bed. "Relax. I love sucking cock, but it's been a while." It did not seem that Marlene was lacking in confidence in the cock-sucking department. She teased me with the tip of her tongue working on the sensitive underside of my crown. Then swallowing as much as she could, she used her hands and her mouth, extracting every last ounce of cum from my cock when I finally succumbed to her oral skills. With every last bit of strength we moved off the bed, showered and got ready for the homecoming football game before the reunion. "I never asked you, if you were going to be at the reunion, as a faculty member from 2000?" "I hadn't planned on it. Go yourself, see your old friends, then come back to see me after the party." Sound advice. The rest of the day and the reunion went better than I expected. It was really good to see some of my old teachers and classmates. The time went too fast and by 11 pm, I was heading back into the city. I met up with Marlene at a pre-determined nightspot. Marlene chose a very quiet wine bar that was fine with me. She was at the table when I walked in. She took my head in her hands and pulled me closer as she gave me a very passionate welcome. "So, how was your day?" Marlene asked. I spent the better part of the next thirty minutes going over my day. "Sounds like you had some fun." "It was better than expected." "So here we are, with you coming into my life after a ten year absence only to be leaving again on Tuesday. Is it going to be another ten years before I see you again?" "I was planning on leaving on Tuesday, but I'm not so sure anymore. Things have gotten more complicated." Marlene knew I was talking about her. "I meant what I said during our love making. I truly do love you, but I can't chase you to San Francisco. Can you handle that?" "I've been pretty much a free spirit, yet you reach places in my soul that no other woman has ever touched." "Stay with me. Do your consulting work out of New York and not San Francisco." When I hesitated in responding, Marlene took my lack of response to a negative response. She got up, put her coat on and started to walk away. "Wait," I yelled to her. "If you don't know what you want, after the last two days, then get out of my life." With that she walked out of the restaurant and I thought out of my life forever. My calls to her on Sunday went directly into her voice mail. My Sunday was not a great day as I spent the day figuring out how to unscrew the screw up. My appointment with Mr. Reed was set for 10 am on Monday. I arrived a little early and was ushered into his office. The Superintendent of Schools was invited to be part of the discussion. I was introduced to Mrs. Levine, the Superintendent and I spent the next hour outlining my proposal. "Finally, one last thing. I need someone to administer the program. As you can see I am looking to get other corporations to match my funding so this is going to be a full time job. A job where one needs how to 'walk the walk and talk the talk.' I was thinking about asking Ms. Boone to come on board as the Director of the program. You think she would have an interest?" "Don't know until we ask her." "Before you get her, there is one more thing you need to know about Ms. Boone." After I was done, Mr. Reed asked Mrs. Benson to summon Marlene to his office. "Go right in, he's expecting you," Mrs. Benson said as Marlene walked by her desk. It took her a few seconds to see me in the corner of Mr. Reed's office. Even more surprising was the presence of Mrs. Levine. Thinking to herself, "What did I do wrong. Did Don tell tales out of school on our relationship? Was I a fool to walk out on him on Saturday night?" A million thoughts crossed her mind, all in within a minute of coming into the office. "Ms. Boone, I think you know Superintendent Levine and Mr. Boone," Mr. Reed said as he nodded in the direction of each of us in the room. "Hello, to all." Marlene shook hands with everyone in the room. "You probably want to know why I asked you here so rather than take up too much of your time, I'll ask Mr. Boone to elaborate." Marlene almost peed in her pants. "What was he going to say? Was he going to confess to our affair and have me not only fired but arrested?" "First of all," I began, "Ms. Boone, or Marlene as I called her after I snuck into her classroom on Friday, was the best teacher I had, either in High School or in College. She had faith in my ability in Math and because of her mentoring and pushing; she was the reason why I have been as successful as I have been. Let me explain why I wanted Marlene at this meeting. I spent another hour spelling out my plans and when I came to the point of telling her that I would be funding the entire project, I stopped for a second, letting her absorb as much as possible of what I told the group. "How can you afford to do this? Marlene asked. While Mr. Reed and Mrs. Levine knew about my wealth, I explained some of the details I left out when I met with Marlene for dinner last Saturday night. "I need you Marlene to be the Director of the program. With this plan, Mr. Reed and Mrs. Levine will allow you to run the honors seminar you currently run, so you can keep you hand in your first love teaching, but you will work for the foundation full-time." "You need me full-time because you are going back to San Francisco tomorrow? I pulled out two plane tickets, both first class to Hawaii, one with her name and one with my name on the tickets. I gave them to Marlene. "I confessed to these two," pointing to Mr. Reed and Mrs. Levine, "about my personal feelings for you. It took some convincing that our feelings for each other started after I graduated. They see how I look at you when you enter a room I'm in, and these are two smart people. I'm not going anywhere except to a new apartment I purchased in New York City. Part of the deal is to let you take a few days off to come with me to Hawaii, if you want, before we start in earnest with the foundation after Thanksgiving. You can come with me or not come with me to Hawaii. The job is still yours regardless of your decision." Ms. Boone & Mr. Stone "This is quite overwhelming," Marlene said. "I need some time to think about everything." It was closing in on noon so I suggested we pick up the discussion after lunch. Mr. Reed and Mrs. Levine had other commitments so I asked Marlene to go to lunch with me. We wound up at the local pizza place, an establishment that has been in the same location for just about fifty years. Bruno's served a mean pizza and salad, along with the regular Italian fare. "You really know how to spring a surprise on a girl, don't you?" "A man has to have some secrets," I said laughing as the words came out of my mouth. Then I got serious. "There is nothing more I want in life than to be with you. Nothing. I want to spend every day making you laugh, making you happy. I love you more than you know, more than I could ever imagine. I hope you have the same feelings for me as I do for you? Marlene smiled. "After Saturday night I didn't know what to feel. First I was happy, then sad, and then angry. I saw you called about a hundred times on Sunday, but I needed time to think. Every time I thought about you I couldn't stay angry. But I was not about to chase you back to San Francisco. Ever since that first day in my apartment, I fell in love with you." She reached out and grabbed my hand. "I will always love you, Marlene." She came close to me and kissed me. I paid the bill and walked her back to her classroom. Marlene did not have another class until 2 pm and my final meeting with everyone was going to begin in thirty minutes. When we got to her classroom, I followed her in and locked the door. "My fantasy during high school was to fuck you in this classroom," I said. I walked toward the closet and motioned for Marlene to join me. "You have to be kidding?" "Nope." And with that I pulled her into the closet, closed the door and began the task of pulling down her pantyhose. I got those off and was pleased that she wasn't wearing any panties. I got them off and moved my hand between her legs. I moved her to a desk in the closet and spread her legs. Her bush was matted from wearing the stockings, but her lips separated on their own, as she was clearly excited and wet. We didn't have much time, so without any preliminaries, I pulled my pants and underwear down, and in one motion I thrust my cock into Marlene's cunt. It was hard for her to move sitting on a school desk, so I pulled out of her cunt and turned her around. She placed her hands on the desk and offered me her cunt from behind. As wet as she was I easily slipped into her tight, hairy snatch. I reached around to diddle her clit and once I found it, began stroking it, pinching it and caressing it, eliciting moans and yelps from Marlene. "Feels so fucking good, so good. You're going to make me cum hard. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, so good." I was also approaching my orgasm and when it appeared that Marlene would hit her peak first, I pinched her clit bringing her over the edge. "Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmming, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssss." And on her last thrust back onto my cock, I came spewing my sperm into her sodden cunt. We only had a few minutes to clean up and report back to Mr. Reed's office, so I reluctantly pulled my softening cock out of Marlene. I grabbed some paper towels from the shelf and wiped my cock and gave some to Marlene to do the same to her cunt. The room reeked of sex and the aftermath of our coupling. I only hoped that the smell would not linger when we met with the administration. Too late to think about that. When we were somewhat presentable, Marlene turned to me, kissed me gently on the lips and said, "Yes, let's go to Hawaii and then let's go to work turning out more math geniuses. I love you."