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Summer School Story

By: bronston22



As always my stories are true. This occurred during the summer of my junior year in college while attending summer school. This details one of the best sex stories ever told to me and led to a remarkable two weeks.

When I arrived for the first day of my Bioethics class I did what I always did and checked out the girls who I would be spending the next few weeks with. There were a couple of stunners and surprisingly, a lady who was clearly not the typical college student. She appeared to be in her late 30s or early 40s and with an attractive face and a nice athletic looking body. During the first day introductions she told us that she was married with two teen daughters and was coming back to school to complete her Philosophy major. She said her daughters were counselors at a month long camp and she decided to use her free time to go back to school. Her name was Janet and she had shoulder length brown hair with average size breasts and a wonderful tan. She was obviously wealthy by the clothes and jewelry that she wore. She dressed conservatively but was well taken care of.

A week into our class I was paired with Janet on a presentation on euthanasia. Our assignment was to prepare arguments for and against the practice and present a "debate" the last week of summer school. The presentation counted 50% of our final grade. I was apprehensive about working with her as we were clearly not too much alike. I was a sex and beer crazy 20 year old who spent most nights going to the bars and doing my best to cheat on my girlfriend who was spending the summer at a friend's beach house. Janet was a serious student with a house and a husband to return home to after class.

We met at the library on several afternoons to plan and research our presentation and quickly developed a friendship. We had a playful relationship that included some careful ribbing about me missing my girlfriend and her having a "sure thing" at home. The class related subjects we discussed were morality issues which allowed us to delve into some pretty deep discussions. During one conversation she teased me about my lack of faithfulness to my girlfriend.

"Why do you cheat on her?" She asked.

I responded in keeping with the twisted logic of 20 year old. "What is the difference between dating and being married if you can't fool around."

At some point during the conversation I asked her if she had ever cheated on her husband and I was caught off guard by her response.

"No, not really." She responded but I could sense the discomfort in her answer.

I dropped the subject to avoid making the situation any more uncomfortable but I knew that something caused such an unusual response and I was determined to find out.

Each Wednesday afternoon our professor would make himself available at a local beer joint to answer any questions or debate issues in a relaxed environment. Drinking with the prof had never really appealed to me so I had never attended one of these sessions but Janet convinced me to go in an effort to get a little informal extra credit. After a few beers it turned out to be a pretty good time.

Janet and I left around 6pm and I agreed to walk her to her car if she would give me a ride to my apartment. On the way to her car I asked her if she wanted to have one more beer and after a little arm twisting she agreed.

When the waiter brought our beers we were already deep in conversation about polygamy which we had been exploring in our class. Janet was firmly against the idea and I playfully voiced my support as any self respecting young male would.

I found an opening and asked the question. "Janet, when I asked if you had ever cheated on your husband your answer surprised me. I expected a flat out 'No' instead of a 'not really'".

Janet looked down for a few seconds obviously thinking about how to respond. "Jim, I have been married for 16 years and I have been very faithful to my husband. Something happened to me about the time we got married that I am not proud of but I put it behind me and moved on." 

"I understand if you don't want to tell me but I am real curious about what happened. You don't strike me as a wild or immoral person." I replied.

She took a gulp of her beer and said she would tell this story even though she had never told it to anyone in her life. It made me feel good that she was confiding in me and I promised her my confidentiality.

And so she started. "I got a job selling paper for a big company right out of college. I knew I would not stick with it for very long because I was getting married the following summer and had no intention of working full time. I actually was pretty good at selling paper and started making some nice commissions. One of the accounts assigned to me was the state medical centers which included all the hospitals in our university system. No one from my company had ever sold anything to them. My father hooked me up with a friend of his at the hospital and to make a long sales story short, I ended up getting the contract to supply all of the paper for the entire hospital system."

"I guess that was a pretty big deal." I said.

"It was huge and worth several million dollars to my company. It was the single biggest account ever sold at the time." Janet responded. "My sales manager Rick was a typical slick kind of sales guy and as soon as he saw that I might win the deal, he never left my side. He was around 45 years old and was a really big guy. At least 6' 4" and he spent a lot of time working out and lifting weights. I always considered him kind of arrogant, stupid, and harmless. I really did not mind him working with me as he flattered me with comments about how I was a superstar and I was going to blow away not just my quota but the whole company's quota as well. The day we signed the contract he took me and our customer out to dinner and we celebrated with drinks and really expensive wine." 

I could tell she was getting uncomfortable so I put my hand on hers and told her she did not have to keep talking if she did not want to. She shook her head and kept going.

"Rick and I were scheduled to stay the night at a really nice hotel not too far from the restaurant. He booked our reservation on the way to dinner after we signed the contract. He told me we would be in no condition to drive after the celebration dinner. It all made sense to me but I have always wondered if he planned everything that happened that night or it just happened. Anyway, I got really drunk as we toasted the partnership. My boss was showering me with compliments on my sales skills and I got carried away. My wedding was in three weeks and I had been working out to look good for the big day and I think it contributed to my drunken state. I don't remember too much about going back to the hotel but I do remember my manager half carrying me to my room and I remember him telling me he was just going to help me get ready for bed. For some reason it did not alarm me at the time I guess because I was so drunk." She sighed and looked up at me.

"I have a feeling this is not going to end well." I said. 

"You have no idea." She replied. "I remember him helping me out of my dress and I drunkenly told him not to look. I am amazed how stupid I was. He actually held his hands over his eyes and kept saying 'I'm not peeking.' It was so silly but it never occurred to me that he had any bad intentions. It just seemed like the same harmless fun we were having back at the restaurant. I recall telling him I needed to wash my make up off my face and him saying I was too drunk and to wait and do it in the morning. It is funny what you remember but I clearly recall telling him that I would have zits for my wedding if I did not wash my face. I was stumbling around my room in my bra and panties without a care in world, too drunk to even realize that my sleaze ball boss was about to take advantage of me. Jim, I don't remember actually going to bed."

Janet slammed about half her beer and kept going. "The next thing I remember was waking up and he was inside of me. I was on my back and he was laying beside me with my leg pulled up over him. It honestly took me a second to realize where I was and who I was with. He came inside me and then fell asleep."

"Good God." I said. "Did he rape you?"

"I don't know exactly what he did but I know I did not stop him. He actually had sex with me 3 times that night." Janet said as she pulled at her beer.

"3 times?" I asked. "How did that happen?"

"He got on top of me the next morning and did it to me again. I remember being so dazed and hung over and I did not have it in me to push him off. I told him to stop but he just kept going. He outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds. When he finished he rolled off and said in his shit eating way 'it's been years since I have done it 3 times in a night.'" Janet looked down and went quiet.

I muttered something about him being a son of a bitch and she looked up at me and said, "It got worse." 

I thought she was going to start crying but again she just sighed and chuckled with self pity. I was dumbfounded at what I was hearing. Janet never struck me as the type who ever had anything wrong in her life and here she was spilling her guts to me on a quiet summer school afternoon in a dark little college bar. I ordered up two more beers and told her that the story was unbelievable and I asked her how it all ended.

To be continued...

Summer School Story Ch. 02



"Did your fiancé ever find out about this?" I asked.

"No", Janet responded. "But I lived in fear of it for years."

"I guess you could not really do anything for fear of losing your fiancé and facing the embarrassment of canceling the wedding." I offered more as a question than a comment.

"Jim, I was young and afraid. When I was dating my husband we broke up a couple of times because he had trouble with the fact that I was not a virgin when we met. I knew if he found out I had cheated on him it would be over. That was never a question."  

"And there was no way to cut it off with your boss?" I asked.

Janet looked sad as she responded, "I tried but he had me trapped. He stuck by his story that it was me who seduced him the first night and although I used drunkenness as an excuse, I believed him."

"So you don't think he took advantage of you?" I asked with some surprise.

"He definitely took advantage of me but some of the details he described make me believe that I had initiated things." She responded.

I looked surprised and she continued. "When I tried to cut it off by accusing him of taking advantage if not raping me, he told me his version of the whole story. Two details emerged that ensured me I was at least partly to blame."

"And what were they?" I asked.

"He told me he intended to leave my room and that I could sleep late because I did not have to go into the office the next day. And according to him I responded 'No work means more play'. That is something I used to say to my fiancé whenever I wanted him to stay over and there is no way Rick would have known that. He also said I was putting my arms around him and trying to dance with him. Another thing I often did with my fiancé. But there was one detail that convinced me that I had been a very willing participant."

I was hanging on her every word. Janet sipped her beer and continued talking. "Rick said that I was trying to dance with him while wearing nothing but my bra and panties and that he was wondering how far I would take it. He said that I began to rub him through his slacks and then unzipped him. He claimed I pushed him on to the bed and began giving him a blow job. I did not believe any of it until he said that I had pulled my hair band off and told him to put my hair in a pig tail." 

She paused and was close to getting emotional. When she continued I understood the importance of that detail. "I knew when he told me about the hair band that I had done it. I have never liked hair in my face and this may sound silly given this conversation but I always thought giving a blow job with my hair dangling was sort of slutty. I always either pulled my hair back myself or had my fiancé do it. Rick was not lying about that."

"I realize it may be small consolation but it does not mean that you wanted to have sex with him." I responded.

"Not that it really matters because my fate was probably sealed with the blow job but Rick went on to say that I was very aggressive during the first time. He said that I positioned myself during the blow job with my feet near the head of the bed and that I invited him to put his hands on me. He said that once he put his mouth on me there was nothing he could do to stop me." And again she looked down and chuckled almost in self pity. "To make a long story longer, he said I was in complete control as I got on top of him and rode him straight to orgasm. I really had no reason not to believe him."

"Wow", I responded, "So, you were stuck."

"Yep", she said, "I could either submit to the every whim of Rick or risk losing my fiancé and my reputation. I can't say that I think I made the wrong choice given how things have turned out in my life." 

"I guess so but it had to be a living hell up until your wedding." I said.

"He was pretty relentless." Janet responded. "But I ran track in high school and I decided to treat it like a really hard work out. Something I had to do but that would soon be over."

"How often was he making you do things?" I asked.

"Pretty much daily until my wedding." Janet responded. "He made me do things that were really terrible but I had to go along."

"I hate to ask but this is an incredible story. I understand if you don't want to keep going." I responded.

Janet kept talking. She told me that she really did not mind telling me and she thought it was good for her to finally tell someone. She said that she had gotten over the whole thing in most ways but there were times when she felt really guilty toward her husband. Janet said that she enjoyed a good but conservative sex life with her husband and for whatever reason it troubled her that another man had experienced so much more with her.

I could not resist asking what Rick did to her and with the help of the many beers she had consumed Janet kept on talking.

"A lot of things were pretty routine." She said. "Quickies and blow jobs in the office or car were pretty consistent but he made me do a couple of things that were really sick."

"Like what?" I asked.

"One time he came to my apartment after he had been drinking with some buddies. I was on the phone with my fiancé so I made an excuse to get off the phone and I let him in. I was always afraid that if I did not let him inside my apartment quickly that he would make a scene and my neighbors would begin to wonder. When I let him in I told him I had to call my fiancé back or he would worry. Rick told me to go ahead and he would be quiet. So, here I was sitting in my apartment talking to my fiancé on one end of the couch while Rick sat channel surfing on the other end. He kept motioning for me to hang up but I ignored him. All of a sudden he grabs my legs and pulls them onto the couch and across his lap. He started rubbing my calves and thighs and there was nothing I could do about it. I started to resist but I realized I could not struggle much without my fiancé wondering what was going on. We were going over responses to our wedding events and planning out seating. It was going to be a long conversation unless I made up some emergency to get off the phone."

Janet took another huge pull from her beer before continuing to struggle through her story. "It did not take Rick long to move all the way up my legs. I was wearing running shorts and he pulled them aside and began rubbing the outside of my panties. I almost always wore white nylon panties and Rick loved them. When I tried to resist he gestured that he would start talking out loud if I protested. He knew my fiancé would hear his voice. I was stuck. So there I sat with Rick's hands all over me while planning my wedding on the phone with my fiancé. I kept waiting for him to pull my panties to the side but he seemed content to gently run his fingers over my panties. He knew what he was doing and exactly where to rub and I could feel myself giving in to the feeling."

"Is that all he did while you were on the phone?" I asked. I was aroused by this story and could not wait to hear more.

"No, he kept on until he knew I was giving in. Eventually he pulled my panties to the side and pushed my legs further apart. I was soaking wet and having difficulty concentrating on my phone conversation as my body betrayed me. I just put my head back, closed my eyes, and tried to get through it all. Rick put a finger inside of me and began to gently rub my clitoris. Every time I was close to orgasm he would stop and allow me to partially recover. Finally, I could not stop it and I came even while I listened to my fiancé on the other end of the line. I just held my breath so I would not make any noise." 

I could not believe my ears and was shocked that my relationship with Janet had taken such an unexpected turn. Hours ago we were classmates working together on a project and now she was telling me her deepest secrets. "Is that how that night ended?" I asked.

Janet chuckled again and responded. "Not quite. Rick wasted no time in pulling his trousers down and I was sure that he was going to try and fuck me while I was still on the phone. I was not going to allow that so I told my fiancé I needed a break and would call him back in a few minutes and hung up. I am ashamed to say that once I have had an orgasm I tend to have several. So as much to continue my pleasure as to get rid of Rick I climbed on top of him with my shorts and panties still pulled to the side and finished the job. He did not last long and mercifully left my apartment immediately afterward."

I was mesmerized and could not wait to hear more.