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School Love

By: DJTM



Brenda sat on the stairs, sobbing her eyes out. She had never been this alone in her life, never been this separated from the crowd. “Why did I ever tell on those stupid kids?” she asked herself between sobs. 

The kids in question were her former circle of friends, one of who had been her “devoted” boyfriend and Head Quarterback, Ace. At the beginning of the school year, all of them had signed up for the same class to be together. But near the end of one of the grading periods, the teacher assigned them a test that would be worth most of their grade. Brenda had heard about a group of players on the football team that had found the test and made a copy to circulate. She became distressed and told the teacher, who immediately made a different test for the class. When the test came up, it was no surprise that most of the class failed it. The big surprise was that all of Brenda’s friends and even the supposedly honest Quarterback Ace failed as well.

Since Brenda was one of the only two students to pass the test, the blame for revealing the cheat sheet was assured because she knew to study everything, not just what was on the old test. When the formerly excellent team lost a pivotal game big time because of failures, the student’s anger turned against the “self-righteous” bitch that had tattled. Brenda went from a straight-A popular student to an ostracized pariah. But the biggest blow came not from the populace, but from her Ace. He bitterly told her he held no love for her and was only with her for social respectability. In reality, he would rather be with her supposedly best friend, Rita. 

“At least she gives me blow jobs,” he stated, bitterly.

“Don’t you love me?” she sobbed.

“No.”

“Why not?” 

“Because you don’t put out,” he sneered, “You’re an ice queen.”

That last comment hurt her more than anything else. Since they had been together, she had believed that he loved her and would wait for the right time to get intimate. That he had gone behind her back was enough, but only because he wanted sex hurt her even more. She had been humiliated in the eyes of her peers and rejected because of her honor.

While the new status as a reject hurt her socially, it did have unexpected, yet somehow ineffectual, benefits. With more diverted from such social things as hanging out with friends and dating, Brenda was able to focus more thoroughly on schoolwork. Her grades and class standing improved from the already excellent plateau they had hung at for quite some time. But this meager reward was not enough for her ordeal and she spent most of her time crying in lonely places.

During one of these sob sessions, Brenda was on the main stairwell of her school an hour after school had let out. She was crying so hard that she didn’t even notice the lanky kid walk slowly towards her until he was right next to her and she could feel his heat.

“Tissue?” he politely questioned. As he observed her, he added, “You definitely need a few.”

As his kind words soaked in, Brenda began to feel less despondent and began to slightly cheer up. “Thank you,” she said shakily, her voice recovering from sadness.

He smiled. She didn’t know why, but that smile somehow assured her that everything would be alright and she took heart. “So why would a pretty girl like you,” he queried, sitting down beside her, “Be sobbing in a stairwell after school?”

For all her years, Brenda had believed that unloading secrets to a stranger wasn’t the right thing to do, but a feeling came from deep down that this stranger could be trusted. She started telling her story, sniffling all the way through. Rather than grow disgusted at the fact he was beside a rat, the boy seemed to grow more attentive and caring as she talked. At the end of her tale, she felt a great weight lifted off of her because of the kindness of the boy. 

“So you’re Brenda Thompson,” the boy said. Brenda’s confusion must have shown through the tears because the boy laughed and explained, “I’ve heard about you through the rumors, but didn’t know what you looked like.”

The boy stood, dusting off his pants. “I don’t like leaving people in suspense,” he said helping her up, “I’m Daniel Portman.”

Brenda thought she remembered the name from somewhere when she felt something slam against her back. She heard Daniel’s footfalls thunder up the steps as the shout echoed through the halls, “RAT BITCH!” 

She reached back to feel the goop left on her back, only red paint. “At least it’s not rat blood,” she thought, relieved that a stench would not be following her.

The thunder down the steps brought Brenda back to reality. “I didn’t get them,” Daniel said, “Sorry about your shirt.”

“It’s okay,” Brenda sighed, “I’ve found a way to get out red paint.” She looked down at her watch and gasped, “Oh no, it’s 6 o’clock!”

“Is that bad?” Daniel asked, confused.

“Yes,” Brenda cried, “My apartment building changes their gate code at 6 o’clock and I don’t know what the new one is.”

“Well that’s not too bad,” Daniel said, comfortingly.

“What do you mean?” Brenda replied, sniffling.

“Well,” Daniel started, “You could spend the night over at my place.”

“You have your own place?” Brenda asked, shocked.

“Well mine and some roomies,” Daniel said, “But they won’t mind one overnight guest.”

“Maybe we can do a little bit of studying while we’re at it,” Brenda agreed.

“If you’re up to it,” Daniel said, grinning.

Brenda was smiling all the way out to the car. This guy was kind, funny and handsome. He wore his clothes so baggy that it was difficult to tell, but Brenda had felt his tone body as he held her close during her cry session. His face was smooth and well shaped, but his eyes were the main feature. The pair seemed to have some rocky inner glint, almost like diamonds in the rough.

She sat next to him in the car, back stinging from the humiliating attack, and listened as he mused about certain things. She could tell from the way he talked that he definitely had an opinion about many things, but held back for some reason. Maybe it was a sense of decency that made him refrain from launching into a rant on her situation, to make at least this time be free from the constant problems of her new status. But what she really wanted to believe is that he cared for her enough to stay away from talking about it. As the drive progressed, she thought less and less of the ambush and began to lose herself in the easy conversation about the advantages of cold pizza over warmed up pizza for breakfast.

As Brenda began to mount a stunning counterpoint for warm pizza, Daniel slowed and turned into a driveway. The house was moderately large, an old house that looked as if it had been repaired recently. The second story was swept back from one of the largest porches she had seen. A female sat reading on a rocking bench near one of the corners, but the shadow of the late day sun concealed her. “We arrive,” he quipped as he looked up on the porch and yelled, “Hello Tran!”

The pretty, young Asian woman stood and looked over. She let out a little squeak of joy as she began to run down the stairs to him. When she reached him, she leapt into his arms and sighed, “It’s so nice having my man back.”

“Are you two dating?” Brenda inquired, strangely disappointed about it.

“No,” Tran moaned, leaping lightly out of Daniel’s arms, “Sadly not. Why do you ask and who are you?”

Taken aback by her sudden defensiveness, Brenda was faintly happy when Daniel replied, “Her name is Brenda Thompson, a person I know from school, and through a series of interconnected events she has to stay over here tonight.” Daniel announced, grinning, “Might I add she is a nice lady who has been through an ordeal recently and deserves some respite from questioning.”

Tran gave Daniel a look of curiosity and Brenda could tell that Tran had just been playing around. Daniel stared at her for a second and Brenda suddenly felt alone with these two people off in another world. All of a sudden, Daniel came back and slapped his forehead. “Stupid me!” he exclaimed, “Tran, Brenda’s clothes were ruined by a cowardly rogue. You look about her size, do you have something for her to wear while I get her other clothes clean?”

Tran looked Brenda up and down, smiled and said, “Why yes I do. I’ll take her up to my room and get her fixed up while you go take care of it.”

Brenda smiled faintly and went with Tran into the house. The petite Japanese girl almost glided through the medium-sized living room and practically lept up the staircase. Having a difficult time keeping up with the little pixie, Brenda let out a sigh of relief as the pair reached a small room at the end of a hallway. “Here is my humble abode of privacy,” the cherubic tart sighed, a wry smile crossing her face. “This is where I can do whatever I want,” she said, the wry smile growing bigger, “Sometimes I even have an audience.” 

Brenda let out a shy giggle, which aroused the Tran’s eyebrow like blood to a shark. “So I see we have a prude in our midst,” she laughed, a slight eyebrow arch joining her grin, “No wonder Dan likes you.” 

For some reason this hit Brenda differently than she expected. “What do you mean by that?” she queried. Tran cocked her head, almost taken aback by what she thought was a silly question, “Can’t you tell?” 

With Brenda still possessed the deer in the headlights look, Tran shook her head letting her hair roll over her shoulders. “Well if you don’t know, I shouldn’t mess around in it,” she said, rifling through some dresses lying around the room, picking out a slim black dress that seemed to be more fit for a Barbie doll than a living person.

“Am I supposed to fit into that?” Brenda asked, a faint hint of distrust in her voice.

“It stretches,” Tran replied, her monotone voice implying that this was common knowledge.

Brenda gazed at the tiny garment and noticed that Tran did not seem to be preparing to leave. If anything, she seemed to be getting comfortable for some sort of show. “May I get some privacy, please?” she asked the other girl.

Tran looked at the girl as if the concept of privacy while changing was a foreign concept to her. After receiving a disapproving glare from Brenda, she shuffled out of the room muttering, “Prude.”

With the other girl gone Brenda focused on changing, quickly slipping out of her clothes that she had been wearing and into the tight dress supplied by Tran. When she finished Brenda stood over by a full-length mirror, giggling nervously thinking about what else this mirror had seen with the extroverted Asian as an owner. As Brenda looked in the mirror, she realized something about herself that she had truly never noticed before. She was beautiful. All her life she had worn baggy clothes just to be comfortable and it seemed the world was only nice to her because of her standing next to Ace. Her mother always chided her for not dressing as a girl should dress, saying no self respecting boy would really wish to start a relationship with a Tomboy.

But as she looked into the mirror, she realized that she really was beautiful. The black material wrapped around her as if a second skin, holding her closely as a tender lover would. It accentuated her body’s smooth terrain and gave her curves a beautiful look, seemingly bringing her into maturity through recognition. Brenda ran her small hands over the material, for the purpose of smoothing out the miniscule wrinkles. However she guiltily knew she was also enjoying the feel of someone’s hands, even though they were her own. 

Brenda felt a great heat building up inside of her, stoked like a fire by her hands as she neared her love nest. Her eyes closed involuntarily as she felt a glorious sensation build up in her body, as if her body was melting. Brenda swooned as her knees wobbled, opening her eyes out of fear and catching sight of herself in the mirror. If she had been beautiful before, she was even more so now. Her face glowed with a brightness that had not been there before and her skin shone a faint pink like a sunset. Brenda felt captivated by the image in the mirror.

A sudden knock at the door awoke Brenda from her reverie. “Are you alright in there?” Daniel’s voice came in, disrupting the air in the room. Hurriedly she got readjusted as the door opened and Daniel walked in, a puzzled explanation on his face. “Is something wrong?” he asked, a worried expression on his face, “You’ve been in here a while.”

“I’m just fine,” Brenda said, quickly, “Just looking around a bit.” 

Daniel gave her a brief look over, “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little bit flustered.”

Brenda realized that he caught her in the afterglow of the moment and grew even more anxious. “Well it is a little hot up here,” she said, bristling in defense. Noticing his reaction, she added, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m a little nervous.” 

Brenda gained a slight bit of relief as she saw Daniel nodding his head, understanding her plight. “Okay,” he said, “I’ve warmed up some leftover lasagna in the oven for some dinner if you’d like some.”

“That would be nice,” Brenda said, grinning like a Cheshire cat and then noticing his face, “What are you grinning at?”

Daniel jerked as if hit with cold water. “The dress you’re wearing. It’s well suited to you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Brenda asked coyly, “Does it accentuate certain things?”

Daniel looked down as he blushed slightly. “Yes,” he said in a muted sort of voice, “But it also reveals your inner beauty. You always would wear those baggy, preppy sort of clothes and it just didn’t feel right.”

“You actually noticed me before?” Brenda said in a disbelieving way, “Why didn’t you come over and talk to me.”

“Well,” Daniel said in a shy voice, “You were always around your friends. I could never really get close enough to ask.”

Biting her lip, Brenda walked up close to him and reached out to touch his face. “So you really like me?” she asked him breathlessly. Feeling her hand on his face, all Daniel could to do to answer was nod. “Well I find you to be kind, warm, generous and overall a great guy for a boyfriend,” Brenda began to lower his mouth to hers, “And to prove it…” She closed her eyes and connected to him, opening her mouth to his. She felt Daniel stiffen up at first, probably from the shock of her being so open with him. Instead of stopping, she just kept up her assault on his mouth and he eventually gave into her. When Daniel began kissing back, Brenda felt the familiar tingle return. He was running his hands up and down her back lightly, touching her in all the right places, playing with her hair, treating her like a queen. Brenda’s skin began to grow hotter, getting pink with desire. She couldn’t help but think about was how different this was from when she would make out with Ace. How he’d treat it as a grope session, not even caring about her wants or needs. Now she truly felt like someone was fulfilling her needs and actually caring about her. As the two broke the kiss, Brenda looked into Daniel’s eyes. She saw his smile, felt his warmth transcend into her body and couldn’t help but let a smile out.

A sudden knocking on the door interrupted the calm reverie. Brenda broke apart from Daniel, greatly saddened by the loss of his warmth. Looking over at Daniel, she saw he felt the same. “Are the both of you okay in here?” a young brunette asked as she walked in.

“Just fine Alice,” Daniel said in a bored sort of voice, “Tran sent you in here I take it?”

Alice grinned. “How could you tell?”

“Reasons…” Daniel said in a singsong voice.

Alice gave a little wave and walked out. When the door closed, Brenda walked over to Daniel. “How did you know Tran sent her up here?” she asked.

“Tran has always had a bizarre sense of humor,” he explained, looking at Brenda while chuckling, “Alice never had a good sense of timing.”

Brenda looked down and had a little giggle. “Come on,” Daniel begged, “We’d better get downstairs before those animals finish off the lasagna.”

Brenda laughed and joined him outside the door, starting down the stairs to the kitchen. When they reached the kitchen, Brenda saw the two girls she had met before in addition to a thirty-something black woman reading the newspaper and a teenage Hispanic boy playing a video game. The black woman looked up, arched a well-kept eyebrow and sighed, “Another tenant? Unless we kick out Ernesto we’re going to be filled up to the gills.”

The boy put down the game and rubbed at his eyes, “Well Gina, at least I don’t burden the budget with scented bath pearls, like some people.”

“Don’t begrudge me my pearls,” Gina shot back, a slight grin on her lips.

“The amount you spend on those things could buy a whole new game a month,” Ernesto shot back, “And I’d really like a couple of new flavors.”

Tran looked up from the sink at which she was standing, “You already buy at least two games a month. How much more flavor do you need?”

Ernesto gave a slight grin and returned to the game he was playing, removing himself from the conversation. Gina turned to Daniel, “The house payment is coming up and you’d better pony up the dough. I wouldn’t like to, but I will break your legs.”

“Just let me have some time,” Daniel explained, holding his hands up, “Trust me, I’m good for the money.”

Gina gave out a short laugh, then noticed Brenda huddled behind Daniel out of confusion among the strangers. “Who’s the girl?” she asked, “Unusual for you to bring anyone back here.”

Brenda stepped forward; “Hi I’m Brenda Thompson, a friend of Daniel’s from school.”

“More than just a friend I’d be willing to wager,” Tran spoke out, “They were up in my room for longer than necessary to just change clothes.”

Brenda caught Daniel glaring daggers at Tran. “Maybe my personal life shouldn’t be such a problem for the others.”

Tran stifled a giggle and went back to washing the dishes at the sink. Brenda went back behind Daniel, mostly out of embarrassment from being revealed for some sort of harlot. With slight expression on his face, Daniel sat down at the table and motioned for Brenda to sit beside him. “The lasagna ready yet?” he asked once Brenda sat in her seat.

“Yup,” Alice sang out, “It should be nice and piping hot by now.”

Gina rubbed her hands together in anticipation, “Good, I’m starving.” Alice served the steaming dish and the entire table dug in to their plates. Brenda enjoyed the tasty leftover thoroughly, but was confused by the lack of conversation around the table. She finally reached a point where she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Why aren’t any of you talking?” Brenda asked the table. The effect was spontaneous. Alice looked at her like she was crazy. Tran and Ernesto looked at each other and stifled a giggle. Gina looked at Brenda and muttered under her breath, “It’s always the newbies.” Daniel had the most subdued reaction of the bunch, just a simple sigh between gulps of lasagna and water. Brenda, confused as she was, could only stutter out, “What did I do?”

Daniel finished his plate and went to replenish the lasagna, “It’s a tradition that the first person to speak has to wash the kitchen. Don’t worry, I’ll help.”

Gina let out a short laugh, “Like I said, it’s always the newbies.”

Brenda blushed, “But how do you decide who washes regularly?”

“Simple,” Daniel said as he finished eating and washed his dish, “They poke each other until one of them speak out and that person washes. It’s really a pathetic spectacle.”

“Say that while washing the dishes, Rag Boy,” Tran jibed from the table.

Brenda finished off her plate and walked over to the sink, “Ready to help.” Daniel gave her a short look, grinning slightly and Brenda felt her knees get weak. “Well if you two have everything wrapped up down here, we’ll head up to bed,” Tran yawned grabbing Ernesto as she walked towards the door, “Come on boy, I’ve got some designs for you.”


School Love



There can't be many more embarrassing things for a teacher than coming apart in front of your class. When it happened to me I was mortified. Fortunately there were only eight students there, a sixth form English Lit class, not 30 horrible 14-year olds. I'd had a particularly venomous row with my husband that morning, and I'd been feeling fragile all day. Then one of the girls in this class started reading what was, in all honesty, a very maudlin poem she'd written about some medieval knight and his lost love. I could feel myself tearing up, thinking about how miserable I was feeling, and I sat pinching the back of my hand under the table, forbidding myself to cry in front of these kids -- but it all just welled up inside me, and suddenly I was sobbing my heart out. Poor little Alison must have thought she'd written the most emotionally charged poem in history!

My name's Mel -- short for Melek, a gift from my Turkish mother -- and at the time I was 28 years old, and teaching at a well respected school in the south east of England. I was going through a major depression about the fact that my five-year old marriage was crumbling apart, and like someone watching a slow motion film of a train wreck there wasn't a thing I could do about it. There wasn't anyone else involved -- not at that point, anyway; it was just that Peter and I weren't really involved either. 

Looking back now, I wonder if he ever really loved me. I think I was just a tick on his list of things he had to do in his life: get a driving licence -- check; get a degree -- check; get a wife -- check. Oh, and I was a convenient receptacle for his cock when he fancied a screw once or twice a month. When we married I was madly in love with him -- along with half the women in the university -- but after five years we were living like strangers, barely connecting. The wit and charm that had so attracted me had disappeared, to be replaced by a cold formality as he turned into a paunchy middle-aged 30-year old. The box marked 'have children' remained unchecked, and I was determined it would remain so. I love teaching kids, but I've never really felt a maternal instinct.

Anyway, as I sat in that class room, desperately trying to master my emotions, Alison's voice trailed off and she sank in shock back into her seat. I felt eight pairs of eyes staring at me bewildered, and buried my face in my hands. Then, a few moments later, a sympathetic hand rested gently on my shoulder, and I felt a handkerchief brushing against my hands. A gentle male voice said, "Here Mrs Fellowes, use this. Look guys, there's only ten minutes to lunch, why don't we knock off a bit early and make a start on our projects -- okay?"

Managing to regain some semblance of dignity, I mumbled, "Yes, that's a good idea. Off you go. Alison, I'm sorry, the poem was lovely, really." As seven of my pupils scrambled to get through the classroom door and away from their loony teacher, the eighth, my rescuer, drew up a chair and sat close to me while I blew my nose and wiped my eyes, smearing mascara across my face. Then I gave him a warm smile and thanked him.

It was Anthony, of course. Anthony Simmons, my star pupil. One of the nicest things about teaching is seeing tiny kids come into the school, and gradually watching the ones with real talent mature into wonderful young adults with a brilliant future ahead of them. Anthony was definitely one of those. You try to treat all the kids equally, and not have favourites, but I'd always had a soft spot for him. All the other teachers and kids called him Tony, but I'd found out early on that he preferred the full version of his name and I'd always used it, even though that sometimes led to his classmates winding him up. He was a chirpy little guy when I first met him, with a bit of a crush on me, always ready to help me hand out workbooks in class, or clean the chalkboard for me. He'd quickly overtaken me in height though and, just turned 18, he was fully six feet tall, towering over my five-feet-two. He was also the most intellectually gifted student I'd ever had the privilege of teaching. I assumed he'd grown out of the crush, and was someone who now simply liked and respected me as a teacher.

As I started to pull myself together, I declined Anthony's offer to get me a drink of water. "I'm really grateful to you Anthony, I'm sorry I put you in that position. I feel fine now, honestly, I'm just a bit under the weather. You get off to lunch." He still looked a bit dubious, but gave me a smile and left. It was only then that I realised I was still clutching his cotton hankie, smeared with my make-up. Checking the coast was relatively clear in the corridor, I made a dash for the nearby female teachers' loo. Standing in front of the mirror I looked in horror at the Impressionist's pallet my tear-smudged make-up had turned my face into, and started to repair the damage.

As I did so I gazed at my face, thinking about the disaster my marriage had become. I was still young, and still attractive. I had inherited Mum's dusky complexion, her round face, big dark eyes, full lips and dramatic cheekbones. My jet black hair was cut fashionably short, curled around my small delicate ears. I was slim and athletic, with a small but nicely rounded set of boobs, a cute bum and shapely legs. I had had my own set of admirers at uni, and at least two of my male colleagues at the school would have dropped their pants for me in an instant. How did I manage to end up with a self-satisfied shit with the looks (five years ago, anyway) of a male model and all the personality (now) of a brick wall? My mother had never liked him.

I jumped as I heard an amused voice behind me. "Yes, you are truly beautiful. The mirror is about to weep with jealousy." My best friend on the staff stood watching me - our language teacher Julene Berriex, a Basque who spoke French and Spanish as a native. Jules and I had a reputation as the bad girls in the staffroom, forever whispering together in French and giggling over the idiosyncrasies of our colleagues. Her grin faded when she saw I had been crying. "Oh, ma petite colombe, what is it?" Standing five-feet-ten herself, she often called me her little dove. Sniffling, I told her what had happened. She gave me a hug and, realising I might want to avoid the school refectory, took me to our favourite sandwich bar, not far away.

That afternoon I buried myself in a corner of the staffroom, marking essays and planning my lessons for the next week. I was still there at half past five, when it was getting dark outside and the only other people left around the place were the cleaners. I finally ran out of excuses not to leave, but I wasn't ready to go home and resume the morning's argument. I couldn't even remember what it was about, but I was certain Peter would be too petty to let it go. Jules had asked if I wanted to go for a drink, but I just wasn't in the mood. Leaving my car at the school, I turned up the collar of my coat and aimlessly wandered the shopping precinct which started a couple of streets from the school gates. 

I don't know how long I'd been ambling along staring into the windows of closed shops -- maybe half an hour -- when the bright lights of a greasy spoon café caught my eye. My hands stuffed deep into my pockets, I stared through the condensation which obscured much of the plate glass window. There were people in there having a joke with their mates, holding hands with their lovers, smiling and laughing, while I stood on the pavement, feeling miserable and excluded. I was just turning away, furious at my pathetic self-pity, when a group in a far corner caught my eye. They were kids from the school, and Anthony was among them. I didn't want them to see me, I'd already been humiliated enough for one day, but as I started to move away Anthony looked up and caught my eye. A moment of surprise crossed his face, then he waved a hand at me, beckoning me in to join them. The other kids looked up, trying to see who it was outside.

I hunched my shoulders and made to scuttle away, but a moment later I heard Anthony's voice calling to me. He caught me up and asked if I'd like to come in for a coffee. I shook my head. "It's okay Anthony, you guys are out to enjoy yourselves, the last thing you want's a teacher looking over your shoulders. Even if you don't mind, your mates wouldn't be too happy."

He placed a hand lightly on my shoulder, smiling down at me. "Please Mrs Fellowes, you'd be welcome, really." He looked so sincere that I decided to go in with him. I knew it was a stupid idea, but I was cold and miserable and I thought a nice cappuccino might steel me for my return home. As we entered, the five kids sitting around the table, most of whom I knew, stared at us with a mixture of irritation and amusement. One girl looked daggers at me. At first I had no idea why, but when Anthony sat down she wrapped both her arms round one of his in a most proprietorial manner and threw me a challenging glance. I barely knew her -- I thought her name was Terri something -- and I was mildly amused that she apparently felt threatened by an authority figure ten years older than her boyfriend.

As the combination of the steam-clogged atmosphere in the café and my drink began to warm me I felt myself relaxing, which was more than could be said for most of the company. Within ten minutes there were just three of us left -- Anthony, his admirer, and me. He and I were discussing the exam project I'd given him, and I began to lose myself in the details, and forget my woes. I didn't notice the time passing until Terri stood up, looked meaningfully at the wall clock, and said, "Tony, are you coming? I've got to get home." Barely glancing at her, as he continued to talk to me, he vaguely waved a hand and said he'd be a few minutes yet. It was only when she repeated his name with an emphasis on each syllable -- "TO-NY!" -- half-whine, half-snarl, that he reluctantly looked up and nodded.

Standing slowly, he placed a hand on my shoulder, for the third time that day, and said, "Thanks Mrs F, I've really enjoyed this. It's been so helpful." For a few moments our eyes locked and we both ignored the thunder cloud forming on his girlfriend's face, until she grabbed his arm and virtually dragged him out of the door. Finally realising how much time had passed I knocked back the cold dregs of my coffee and rushed back to the school, hoping I'd get to my car before the janitor locked the gates for the night. Driving home I reflected how much I'd enjoyed my conversation with my student, and what a nice lad he really was. It was a pity his silly little girlfriend had spoilt it, with her ridiculous jealousy. I was just Anthony's teacher. Okay, maybe it was a bit more than that, maybe we were starting to become genuine friends, but to read any more into it than that was ludicrous.

I got through the evening with Peter, and a rather tense weekend, but by Tuesday I was feeling completely frazzled. As I sat in the staffroom drinking foul instant coffee I thought about how much I'd enjoyed the other night in the café. I hadn't had a class with Anthony since then, just seen him in the corridor a couple of times, where he'd smiled at me and apologised for Terri's rudeness. As I packed up my things for the day, on the spur of the moment I decided to go to the café for a cappuccino; not because it even occurred to me that Anthony might be there, but just because I liked the bustling atmosphere of the place and, hell, it was damn fine coffee, as they say. I actually asked Jules to go with me, but she had a salsa dancing class that evening. As it turned out, that was a lucky break for me.

I spotted him the moment I entered the place, sitting at the same rear table, nose buried in a book. Unlike the previous occasion, the café was almost empty, and Anthony sat quite alone. He looked so deep in concentration I was about to slip out again, not wanting to disturb him, but he looked up and saw me. Giving me a delighted grin, he said, "Hi Mrs F, I didn't expect to see you here again. Will you join me -- please?" I was happy to do so. Once I'd ordered my drink I said I hadn't expected him to be there either. He explained, "It's quiet in here mid-week. At home my dad loves watching TV and my kid sister plays loud music in her bedroom at night, so this is a little oasis of tranquillity. I do a lot of thinking here."

I asked Anthony what he was reading, and he showed me -- it was Le Morte d'Arthur, a medieval collection of stories about England's legendary king: heavy stuff for a teenager to be into. He explained he loved classics from history, and we were soon lost in a wide-ranging discussion about some of the greats of world literature, from Chaucer through Machiavelli to Wilkie Collins. I knew Anthony was bright, but I was amazed at how well read he was for one so young. It was a fascinating evening, and again I lost track of time. When he finally said he had to get home I offered him a lift. We continued the discussion in my car, and when I pulled up outside his home Anthony turned to me. "Mrs F -- I know this might sound a bit forward of me, and I won't be upset if you say I'm being stupid, but...I've really enjoyed the chat's we've had at Luigi's. I don't suppose...well, that we could do it again sometime? I mean just talk about literature." 

I didn't think it was stupid at all. I'd had a good time too, and I could see nothing wrong about it. So I said I'd like to, and we agreed to meet there again the following Tuesday. As he was about to get out of the car, Anthony dipped his head to mine and gave me a kiss on the cheek, just a light brush with his lips. Then he said "Goodnight Mrs F -- sweet dreams", and he was gone. As I started the engine I felt my cheeks flush, and my pulse drumming more quickly than usual. All the way home I told myself it was fine, we were just friends, and there was nothing wrong with a friend giving another a peck on the cheek.

Our Tuesday rendezvous became a regular thing. We discussed all sorts of things, not just literature, but Anthony's home life, his hopes and dreams, my path through university and into teaching...he never mentioned Terri, and I never saw her around him again. He was hoping to be the first member of his family to go to university, and had his heart set on Durham, one of the most prestigious establishments in the country. One of my fellow teachers had studied there, and I promised to get him to have a chat with Anthony. I began to think of him very much as a friend, and told him he should call me Mel outside school: the formality of 'Mrs F' was ridiculous.

In talking about myself I told him things I really shouldn't have done, things about my personal life which I shouldn't have shared, especially with a young man I really didn't know that well. I was sure I actually saw his eyes moisten when I spoke of my marital problems. It really wasn't fair of me, but it felt good to unburden myself, and I said things I hadn't even told Jules. Increasingly those Tuesday evenings became the highlight of my week, and I started to get excited all day just thinking about our meetings. I found it increasingly hard to look at Anthony no differently from the other pupils during lessons, and felt a little frisson of anticipation when I knew he was going to be in the class. But I still tried to convince myself that what I was feeling was perfectly normal, and I regarded Anthony just as a young platonic friend. Each time after our meetings at Luigi's I drove Anthony home, and the kiss on the cheek became that little bit more lingering. Then one night one of us -- I'm not sure which -- adjusted our position slightly, and his lips slipped onto mine. The kiss lasted maybe five seconds, and I relaxed into it, my eyes fluttering closed. I lay awake in bed thinking about Anthony for hours that night before I finally got to sleep.

The next day, just after the class of 15-year olds I was teaching broke up for lunch, there was a light knock on the open classroom door and Anthony wandered in. The moment I saw him I felt my cheeks growing warm. He said, "Hi Mrs F, sorry to bother you but...well, the Lumière Is showing Women In Love tomorrow night, and, um, I wondered if you'd be interested in seeing it with me? Feel free to say no, of course" Our local art-house cinema often did one-off screenings of classic films, and the 1969 production of D H Lawrence's novel is a favourite of mine. I should have at least thought about it before accepting; but commonsense had flown out of the window where Anthony was concerned, and I immediately agreed to go. We arranged that I'd buy the tickets and we'd meet in the cinema lobby; I at least had enough sense of self-preservation to not want anyone seeing me meeting an 18-year old pupil outside the place.

On the Thursday I rushed home and changed into a smart casual set of jeans, T-shirt and open-toed slingback sandals, changed my earrings for a more glittery pair, and applied a couple of sprays of my favourite fragrance. Just before I pulled the shirt on, I unsnapped my bra and dropped it in the washing basket. I often go unfettered outside work, and I told myself I'd done it purely for the sake of comfort. Then, before Peter returned from his work, I slipped back out, butterflies in my tummy. It was ridiculous, I told myself, I'm just sharing an educational experience with a talented student. 

When I arrived at the cinema Anthony was already there. I felt my stomach lurch when I saw him. He had changed into a lilac polo shirt that revealed a few dark strands of chest hair, and arm muscles rather better defined than I would have expected. His curly dark hair parted around his ear to reveal a gold stud which he never wore in school. It flickered through my mind that he looked not unlike a hero of romantic period fiction -- my very own Heathcliff! Banishing the thought, I fumbled for my purse and bought our tickets. I noticed that Anthony's eyes scanned me from head to toe, pausing momentarily at the ripples in my T-shirt caused by my nipples. 

The small auditorium was low-lit and we took seats near the back, not speaking much, just making the odd comment about the film and Lawrence's life. There was nobody else sitting within two rows of us. As the lights dropped and the opening titles of the picture began to roll, Anthony took my hand in his. A tiny corner of my mind screamed at me how inappropriate that was, but I told it to shut up: I liked the feel of his big warm hand wrapped around mine.

It happened as the scene began where Oliver Reed and Alan Bates wrestle nude. I've always found that particularly erotic, and that was my only excuse. I didn't even think about what I was doing: on auto-pilot, my hand disengaged from Anthony's and dropped into his lap. I sensed his whole body tense, and through his jeans I could feel a stiff rod. Still gazing at the two bodies rolling about on the screen, I tugged at the zip of his fly and slipped my fingers inside. The cock I wrapped them around felt both longer and thicker than Peter's. Anthony gave a small gasp as I eased him free and began stroking my fingers up and down him. We didn't look at each other, both staring intently at the screen, as if our lives depended on it, as Ollie and Alan grunted and strained, and in the intimate darkness I gave my young boyfriend a hand job.

I'd been right, his cock was a lot more impressive than my husband's, and in my hand it felt like an iron bar, covered in burning velvet. He didn't last long, and I quickly felt a wet warmth splatter onto my fingers. Still not turning my eyes in his direction I reached into my handbag and passed him a couple of tissues. He immediately made a bolt for the toilet. It was only then that I wondered what the hell I'd just done. I think I knew, at a sub-conscious level, that we were building up to something; but did it really have to be me, the supposedly responsible adult, who started it? When Anthony returned, without hesitation he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. When we kissed that time it was full on, his tongue slipping between my lips and exploring my teeth and gums. I felt him tugging at my shirt, and didn't resist as his hand slipped inside and cupped one of my small breasts. We spent the rest of the film with his arm around my shoulders, kissing each other every few minutes.




School Love



When we left the cinema we walked together in silence. Sensitive to my concern about being spotted, it was only as we entered the dark streets leading to where I'd parked my car that Anthony's hand slipped around mine again. It was only a short drive to his home, and when we arrived I switched off the engine. He immediately reached for me, and for fully ten minutes we sat snogging, arms tightly wrapped around each other, tongues roaming each other's mouths with abandon. Anthony's hand slipped inside my T-shirt again, and I moaned as he cupped my breast in his palm, stroking my nipple between his thumb and finger. Without doubt, if we'd had anywhere to go I would have surrendered myself to him fully that evening. As it was, both our homes were occupied, and having it away in my little car would have required contortionist feats worthy of Harry Houdini. As it was, eventually he pulled away, reluctantly, and whispered, "Well, I s'pose I'd better go in. Goodnight Mel." As I drove off, my heart thumping like a rock drummer on speed, I glanced in my rear-view mirror and saw him standing on the step of his parents' home, staring after me.

I don't know if I should have felt guilt, but the only thing I did feel was excitement at having embarked on a love affair, tinged with disappointment that we hadn't consummated our passion that night. It was only the next day that I started to realise how rashly I'd acted. Not only was I putting my marriage at risk -- not that there was much of it left anyway -- but, more importantly, my job, my career, and my reputation. Why couldn't I have at least waited until he'd left school, when there would have been less risk for me? But then, when he did leave he was off to Durham, over 300 miles away. As it was, if he was going to get there Anthony needed to concentrate on his preparation for his exams, it would be totally wrong of me to monopolise his time. Driving to work I decided that I needed to dampen things down between us, at least for a few months.

My resolve lasted until the class before lunch -- Anthony's group. As soon as I saw him my mouth went dry and I felt my knees turn to jelly. God, I thought, it's ridiculous, a mature woman getting like this over a teenage boy. I couldn't help myself though, and I made a supreme effort to concentrate more on the other seven kids during the lesson. I had arranged to meet Jules for a quick game of badminton over lunch, but Anthony held back at the end of class. He stood very close to me, and I felt my cheeks colouring and my nipples tingling. He gave me the smile that made my stomach do back flips. "Mrs F, I was wondering...I'm going out on my boat tomorrow, and, well, I wondered if you'd like to come along?"

He'd told me about the small dinghy he kept at a club on the coast. It was one of his great passions. I thought of the two of us alone together, nobody to disturb us...then I gave myself a mental shake, swallowed hard and said, "Er, I'm not sure if I can Anthony. I've got something arranged with Peter -- my husband. Sorry."

He gave me a shrug and an easy smile, but in his eyes I caught a flash of concern at my answer. "Okay, no problem. Another time, maybe." He turned to leave then paused, and took a scrap of waste paper from the corner of my desk, scrawling something on it. "Look -- here's my mobile number, just in case you change your mind." I was rubbish in the badminton, Jules beat me even more humiliatingly than usual. She could tell I had something on my mind, and tried to get it out of me, but I couldn't possibly tell her. All afternoon I struggled to concentrate on my work, thinking about sea breezes, the cry of gulls, salt water splashing on my face...no, I'd given Anthony my answer, and that was that. But I felt the slip of paper with his 'phone number in my trouser pocket, burning like a rod of uranium.

When Peter got home that evening he grunted when I asked what sort of day he'd had, and picked listlessly at the TV dinner I'd warmed up for him as he watched some awful American crime show with bullets exploding through people in slow motion. Oh yeah, I had something arranged with him all right: our usual Saturday routine, the drag round Tesco, arguing over whether to buy the economy toilet rolls or the luxury ones (guess who wanted which!), then an afternoon pottering about in my garden while he drowsed in front of whatever boring sport happened to be on TV. Great. I lasted until nine o'clock before I finally gave into my desires. Slipping into our bedroom I dialled Anthony's number. He answered on the second ring. I could hear the distant thrum of drum-and-bass somewhere in the background, presumably from his sister's room. "Hi Anthony, it's Mel. Is it too late for me to change my mind, and join you tomorrow?" He sounded thrilled as he said of course I could join him, and we arranged that I'd pick him up at eight a.m.

That just left me with the problem of what to tell Peter. I took the coward's way out and told him nothing. I slipped out of bed early and propped a note on the kitchen table saying I was out for the day with a friend. Then I drove around town until it was time to collect Anthony. The weather report predicted a warm sunny day, but the sun had not yet arrived to burn off the chill of the night. I dressed in a sky blue vest, thong panties, cotton shorts and rubber flip-flops, with an old tracksuit over them. Anthony was bang on time, and we had a happy journey, chatting about his exam preparations and some of our favourite literature -- I loved his enthusiasm for my subject. On the way we stopped off to buy the makings of a picnic lunch.

By the time we reached Anthony's dinghy the promise warmth had arrived, and I left my tracksuit in the car. He was dressed in a polo shirt, shorts and training shoes. As he wheeled his boat out and made preparations I couldn't help noticing his hairy, tanned, muscular legs, and his tight bum inside his shorts. Before we boarded, Anthony handed me an orange life vest, and slipped one on himself. Then we had a pleasant morning sailing. Anthony clearly knew what he was doing, and he gave me little jobs like pulling on ropes, leaning out of the boat to provide a counterweight as it swung about on the water, and manipulating the tiller.

At about one o'clock Anthony steered us in towards a small island just off the coast, and jumped off the boat, wading knee-high through the water to moor us. I slipped off my life jacket and prepared to follow him, the bag of picnic food in my hand. He took me by surprise though, and I whinnied with laughter as he scooped me into his arms and carried me ashore. He had removed his shirt, and I found my nose nuzzling his furry chest. Finally, he returned to the boat once more, and picked up an old woollen blanket I'd brought from the boot of my car. Then, hand in hand, we made our way up a small hillock. I felt totally at ease with the situation. We found a pleasant, grassy spot in the shade of a large tree, laid out the blanket and ate.

Then we started kissing, tenderly at first, but with increasing passion. As Anthony's hand clutched my breast outside my vest, I could feel my pussy moistening, and a blush spreading through my body. I knew this was it, and I didn't give a damn for marriage, responsibility or anything else except this gorgeous man who was seducing me. When I felt him tugging at my shorts I didn't hesitate to lift my hip so could pull them and my pants down my legs, then I kicked the garments off. I felt Anthony fumbling with his own shorts, and a moment later the tip of his cock rubbed along the length of my slit. I sighed with anticipation as I lay on my back, raising my knees and spreading my legs. Bizarrely, it occurred to me at that moment to hope he didn't mind the fact that I didn't shave my pussy, just trimmed my thick crop of black hair. 

My lover positioned himself above me and entered me with a solid thrust. He felt enormous inside me, completely filing my pussy, and half my body, it felt like. He supported his weight on his forearms, either side of me, and I gripped his hairy bum cheeks as he drove his cock into me with long, powerful strokes. I heard myself making little whimpering sounds with each thrust, and Anthony's eyes were locked like tracker beams on mine. Anyone could have come along and caught us, but fortunately they didn't. He managed maybe two minutes before, with a huge gasp, he shot off inside me. I didn't cum, but I felt lovely and warm inside, enjoying the sensation of having been well fucked, and overflowing with feelings of love for my darling Anthony.

As we recovered out breath I pulled the blanket over our naked lower halves. We started kissing again, this time with Anthony's hand inside my vest. Then, on an impulse, I ducked my head down his body and licked my tongue all the way up the underside of his cock. He gasped in surprise, and his hips twitched. I closed my mouth over the tip of his prick and sucked on it, pumping my hand up and down the shaft, and tickling his balls with my other hand. I hadn't done that for Peter in a long time and, as I swirled my tongue around Anthony's tip I realised again how much I enjoyed having a nice, solid cock in my mouth. His hands cradled my scalp, and he moaned with pleasure as I sucked, licked and stroked him. His hips jerked at me as he came, the tip of his prick knocking against the back of my throat, and I swallowed his juices, then rose and thrust my tongue into his mouth, the taste of him still on it.

After that I slept for maybe half an hour, my head cushioned on Anthony's big chest, while he stroked my back and my bum. Then we tidied ourselves up and, holding hands again, made our way back to the boat. We were both quiet and reflective on the journey home, I think slightly overwhelmed by the strength of our passion on the island. When I dropped Anthony off we kissed only for a moment, he gave my breast a single tender squeeze, then went inside. When I got to my place Peter was sitting in the kitchen, an empty wine glass in front of him and clearly in a foul mood. "Where the fuck have you been all day?"

I sighed. "I told you, out with a friend. Jules Berriex. (I made a mental note to brief her.) We went down to the coast for the day." He grunted something unpleasant. I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom, showering away the salt which had adhered to my skin, and the ache in my limbs. Then I slipped on my nightie and got into bed, quickly falling asleep and dreaming of the sea and Anthony.

I awoke with a start. The bedroom light was on, and Peter was pressing against my back, his hands inside my nightie gripping my breasts, his erect prick nuzzling my backside. I tried to pull away from him, and mumbled, "Not tonight Peter."

There was an edge to his voice when he replied, pulling me back towards him. "Come on Mel, it's been a while. I haven't seen you all day."

Fully awake now, and irritated, I snapped, "Peter, I told you, I'm not in the mood."

He snarled, "Well I am." He grabbed my shoulder and dragged me onto my back. I started to protest but, to my utter shock, he gave me a back hand slap with all his strength across my face. My cheek burned and I felt a drop of blood at the corner of my mouth, where his gold ring had caught me. Peter had never hit me before, and that, together with the look of fury on his face, suddenly made me very scared. 

I opened my mouth to plead with him to stop, but he hit me again, a forehand this time onto the other side of my face. I was slightly stunned by the blow. Then he pressed his arm hard across my throat, making me struggle for breath. I managed to croak "Peter, please...", but he ignored me. He roughly dragged my nightie up my body, forced my legs apart with his, and slammed his cock into me. I couldn't believe it -- I was being violently raped by my husband, just hours after I'd most the most tender, sweet love with Anthony. I tried to fight but he was too strong, and with the slaps and the reduced air supply I felt faint. Peter hammered at me with no thought for the pain he was causing me, physical and emotional. With each thrust my head banged against the wooden head board of our bed, and I felt his fingers raking at my thighs, as he tried to pull my legs still wider apart. After a few minutes he climaxed, then without a word he withdrew, rolled off me and lay with his back to me. I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up, and sat on the toilet sobbing for ages.

On the Sunday morning, feeling emotionally drained, I inspected the damage. My cheek glowed a dull red and ached from the first slap; there was an ugly scab on my lip from Peter's ring; my pussy was sore; and it and my thighs were bruised. I was still shocked and horrified by what he'd done. Like a zombie I walked down to the kitchen and made myself a coffee, sinking into a seat at the kitchen table to drink it. I was still there half an hour later when Peter swaggered into the room, looking very pleased with himself. Feeling sick just looking at him, I stood and walked to the sink, gazing out of the window at the back garden and clutching my dressing gown around my throat. Behind me, Peter announced, "We're going to establish a few new rules in this marriage from now on."

I heard the words arise from deep inside me, almost a whisper at first but increasing in volume with every word. "You raped me, you bastard!"

He laughed, a sound like a harsh cough. "Don't be stupid, I'm your husband, I can't rape you."

I resisted pointing out that sexual assault by one marital partner on another is recognised as a crime. Anyway, I could imagine that it would be the hardest thing in the world to prove marital rape. "Oh no officer, Mel's always liked it rough, this complaint's just a new twist in the little game she plays."

I heard Peter move behind me, and shuddered as his hand alighted on my shoulder. Cold tendrils of fear wrenched at my stomach. Gripping me, he spun me round to face him. My fingers, reaching behind me, closed on something on the draining board. I wasn't even consciously aware of what it was until it slashed across his arm. The carving knife glittered in my hand. I heard a voice a little like my own shriek "Don't touch me, you bastard!" as Peter staggered back from me.

The cut was little more than a scratch, on the back of his arm, well away from any major arteries. He stared at his arm as a thin line of blood marked the passage of the knife, then swivelled his head up to look at me, murder in his eyes. Taking a step towards me he launched a full-bodied punch into my belly, screaming "You fucking stupid bitch!" Winded by the blow I doubled over, wrapping my arms around my head as I waited for further blows to rain down on me. Instead, Peter grabbed a tea towel, pressed it to his arm and flung open the back door to the house. He turned and pointed a trembling finger at me. "You'd better not be here when I get back, cunt." Then he turned and stalked out.

As I desperately fought for breath, my entire body started shivering, as if I was suddenly frozen. The spasm lasted maybe thirty seconds, then, still gasping to recover from the punch, I began to sob, my shoulders heaving. It took me maybe ten minutes to pull myself together, then I stumbled upstairs, dressed, and grabbed our biggest suitcase. I packed as many clothes and personal possessions into it as I could, and dragged it out to my car, struggling to lift it into the boot. I noticed that Peter's car was missing from the driveway. Fighting my emotions, I drove away from my home. There was only one place I could go.

Jules yawned as she opened the door, her hair a bird's nest. Her eyes sprang wide open as she took in my dishevelled state. "Mon Dieu, Mel, what is it, what's happened?" Too overwrought to speak I fell weeping into my friend's arms. Poor Jules immediately agreed that I could stay in her spare room indefinitely, and spent the rest of the day giving me tea and sympathy, literally. I think we were both emotionally wrung out by the time we finally went to our beds.

With a liberal application of make-up and Jules' help, I managed to hide my bruises at school on the Monday. I felt depressed and withdrawn though, and I rang Anthony for just long enough to tell him I wouldn't make our usual Tuesday rendezvous. I somehow didn't see him in the corridor all week, and I could see he was upset when he turned up for the usual class on the Friday. I felt as guilty as hell, realising he probably thought I regretted what happened on our boat trip, and had been avoiding him. After class I asked him to stay behind for a moment. Breaking our name rule, he immediately muttered, "Mel, I've missed you so much."

I wanted desperately to hold him, to press my body to his. But I couldn't possibly risk someone walking in on us. I whispered, "I know baby, and I'm sorry. I love you, please don't doubt that. But I had a huge row with my husband this week, and I've moved out. I really haven't been feeling like company." I could see the mix of emotions on Anthony's face: sympathy for my unhappiness, but a sliver of delight that I'd walked out on my marriage. I realised I badly needed to see him properly. "How about if we get together at the weekend, I'm sure we can find somewhere to..."

My voice tailed off as I saw his face cloud over. "Oh shit, we've got a family wedding up in Norfolk, I can't get out of it." We gazed at each other in misery for a moment, then a thought occurred to me. "Look -- I've moved in with Jules Berriex, and she goes to fitness classes on a Tuesday evening. Why don't you come round then, and I'll make it all up to you, I promise."

Anthony still looked troubled. "Mel, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, even if she's your friend, she's still another teacher."

I smiled and, for a split second, rested my hand on his. "It's okay, you can leave before she gets home. We won't have long but, well, we'll make the most of it." I had told Jules I'd go with her to the salsa class, but seeing Anthony again was too important to me to miss the opportunity. 

We were still standing inches apart when, of all people, Jules walked into the room, to collect me for our weekly badminton game. She pulled up sharp and stared at us. "Hello, sorry, it's Antoine, isn't it?" Jules always called pupils by the French or Spanish version of their name. Rallying quickly, I told Anthony I hoped I'd resolved the problem with his essay, and he scuttled away. Jules gave me an odd look, but said nothing.

I told Jules on the Monday that I wouldn't be coming dancing. I explained I'd invited a friend round, and I hoped she didn't mind. She gave me a wicked grin, and said, "My God Mel, you haven't waited long, have you?" My face burning, I told her hotly it really was just a friend. Slightly taken aback by my outburst, she gave me a placatory smile and cupped a cool hand against my cheek. Switching to French, she said, "It's okay, little dove, you can have whoever you like round, I don't mind, really." Cupping my hand over hers, I smiled back and apologised for my brusqueness.

On the Tuesday my stomach was tied in knots of nervous anticipation all day. I'd told Anthony to arrive at Jules' place at 6.30, and I thought she'd never leave, fussing with her hair and make-up. Finally she went, and barely two minutes later Anthony arrived. I didn't even allow him a chance to speak, just threw my arms around his neck and pulled him through the door, my lips glued to his. With no overtures I led him to my bedroom and we quickly undressed each other. It was the first time we had ever properly seen each other naked. We lay on my narrow bed just holding each other, our thighs mingling, I enjoying the feel of my breasts pressing against the soft hair of Anthony's chest, and his hands caressing my bum cheeks.

Then we kissed for a few minutes. I wrapped my hand around his glorious cock, and at the same time his own hand slipped between my legs. I hissed with pleasure as his fingers entered me and started stirring around my pussy. It wasn't long before he manoeuvred me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs. I placed my hands behind my knees and pulled them up to my chest then, for the second time, Anthony's cock pressed into me. He fucked me slowly, pressing into me to the hilt, telling me often that he loved me. He lasted longer this time than on the island, and I did cum, before he did in fact, sighing with release as my cunt flooded and tears rolled down my cheeks. Anthony licked my tears away, and continued to push into me for a while before I felt his juice spurt inside me.




School Love



We lay and fondled for a time, marvelling in each other's presence. Then Anthony sucked my breasts, twirling his tongue around first one engorged nipple then the other. He was soon stiff again, and this time it was I who eased him onto his back, straddling him. He glanced at my bedside clock and whispered, "Have we got tiiii...." I let my hips fall and impaled myself on his magnificent prick, which slammed deep inside me, prodding my cervix. I rested my hands on his chest, stroking his nipples with my fingers, enjoying the look of sheer ecstasy on his face as I rode him, lifting slowly to the tip of his cock then dropping like an eager hawk on its prey, over and over, loving his little groans and the feeling of my pussy straining around his mighty rod. That time we came more or less at the same time, both crying with joy as I bucked up and down on him before pitching forward, gasping for air.

It was with the greatest reluctance that we got out of bed and dressed. In fact, we mis-timed it. As we were heading for the door, I heard a key turn in the lock and Jules walked in. She stared open-mouthed, then said, "Bonjour Antoine -- again."

Thinking quickly, I patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, the report's fine, it's just what you need to impress the examiners." I closed the door behind him and, my face flushing in embarrassment, went and sat on the sofa, trying to look innocent, and hoping Jules hadn't noticed that Anthony didn't actually have a report in his hands!

When she had hung up her coat, Jules came and joined me. She looked at me appraisingly through half-closed eyes. "Every time I see him you are helping him with some essay. Yeah, right. Mel, I have to ask you this, are you fucking mad?" Unable to meet her gaze, I said I was just giving Anthony a little extra coaching, to help him towards his exams. Jules scoffed at me. "Oh sure, and I'm gonna be the next pope. I know exactly what you're giving that randy little bugger."

I looked beseechingly at her. "Are you going to report us?"

Jules tried to give me a stern glare, but couldn't pull it off. She sank back into her chair with a huge sigh. "No, of course I'm not, Mel. As far as I'm concerned you're both consenting adults, and it's between you. But you've got to realise, the school won't see it like that. Just be fucking careful, that's all I'm saying."

In the next hour or so, over mugs of cocoa, I told Jules exactly how I felt about Anthony. When I finished she looked inexpressibly sad. "Mel...my Mel, I'm pleased for you, I truly am, and I believe that you really do love each other. But have you thought about what happens in a few weeks? He leaves school then, after the summer, he goes away to Durham. It's a long way Mel. Are you going to follow him? And remember what it was like for you at university? I love seeing you happy, but I'm worried you're going to end up getting badly hurt."

I hadn't thought about what would happen at the end of term, had deliberately avoided doing so. Over the next couple of weeks Anthony and I met at weekends, kissing and fondling in my car, pleasuring each other with our hands in secluded woods and parks, under my old blanket. And each Tuesday, with Jules' tacit blessing, Anthony visited me at her home, and we made love. We always made sure he left before Jules returned, to avoid further embarrassing her. The last time we met there, Anthony went down on me, at his own request. He clearly hadn't done it before, but I guided his fingers onto my clit, and as he stroked it between thumb and forefinger, his tongue licking along my pussy and dipping into me, I had an explosive orgasm, wailing like a fire siren as I gushed onto his face.

As he worked his way through his exams though, and the dread day approached, I couldn't avoid thinking about the future; and about my past at uni. Finally I made the most difficult decision of my life, and texted him to meet me in my classroom after school. Closing the door behind him, I pulled up two chairs and we sat facing each other. I took his hands in mine, and said, "Anthony, baby, we've got to end this. I'm so sorry, my darling."

He stared at me in total disbelief, his face registering a series of feelings. It looked as if he was trying to work out if I was playing some incredibly cruel joke. Finally, he managed to say, "Why? I mean, I know I'll be in Durham, but we can still see each other. Maybe you could get a job there or something."

I shook my head, desperately trying not to cry. "I can't just magic up a teaching job at the other end of the country, even if I wanted to. And I don't want to do anything but teaching. Anyway, it's not just that. University's one of the most important things that'll ever happen to you. It's your first real period of independence, when you start to experiment with life, and discover for the first time who you really are. It would be totally unfair of me to tie you down, to a life with your old teacher."

I bit my lip as I saw tears form in his eyes. "Mel, you're the most important thing that's ever happened to me. And you're not old -- you can't be more than 30. My dad's eleven years older than my mum and no-one bothers. Look, I'll forget Durham, try and get a place locally, or give up the idea of uni altogether. You're the only thing that really matters to me."

I couldn't hold back any longer, and we both had tears coursing down our faces. I shook my head. "Don't you dare think about giving up. And Durham's a wonderful university, you've done brilliantly to get a place there. Look Anthony, you don't know what it's like. I promise you, by the time you graduate, I won't be more than a distant memory. I'll be lucky if you remember my name. Let's just end it, here and now, and avoid either of us getting hurt down the road."

He looked as if he was struggling to speak, then he stood and ambled towards the door. I thought he was going to leave without another word, but in the doorway he turned. "You're wrong Mel. You're so wrong. I love you, and if you tell me you don't love me you're a bloody liar. I'm going to go to Durham, and when I graduate I'm going to come back for you. If you don't want me then, fine -- but I'll still want you, and at least I'll have tried." His shoulders heaved and he rushed out of the room. That evening Jules was more like a mother than a friend, holding me, stroking my hair and cooing in my ear as I sobbed into her chest.

A lot can happen in four years. Anthony's parents moved away from the area, meaning he wouldn't be returning on vacation. I only knew that because they withdrew his little sister from my school. Anthony never contacted me, and I made no attempt to contact him. I got a divorce, accepting a lousy financial settlement to get my bastard ex out of my life as quickly as possible. I went back to my maiden name, Duncan. I got a promotion, to department head. And, with a little help from Jules, I got a dream job: a post at an international school in Paris. I was teaching, in English, the children of business people and diplomats from all over the globe, and of cosmopolitan Parisians. I was lucky enough to get a small apartment in the lively St Michel area, a stone's throw from the Seine. I made friends at the school and among my neighbours, and loved strolling around the parks, boulevards and alleyways of my beautiful new home city. 

Despite my professional contentment, however, an air of melancholy had descended on me. One of my friends dubbed me 'the sad Madonna'. I lived a largely loveless existence as well. I did have one brief, disastrous affair with a much older man, who I didn't even like very much. That apart, I got several offers of dates from suave, attractive admirers, but my heart just wasn't in it.

One evening, I was settling in for a night in front of the TV with the stray cat I'd adopted when my 'phone rang. Half expecting a call from my mother, I lifted the receiver and said my name, only to hear a click and the dialling tone. Obviously a wrong number, I thought. I settled back down to the news. Ten minutes later my doorbell rang insistently. Sighing at the disturbance, I pushed Willow, the cat, off my lap and went to the door and looked through the peephole -- at the largest bouquet of flowers I'd ever seen. Intrigued, I opened the door, and behind the flowers stood Anthony! A more mature version of Anthony, looking even more ruggedly handsome and Heathcliff-like than I remembered. With that smile that always melted my stomach, he said in a cod French accent, "Madamoiselle Duncan? I 'ave a delivery poor voo." He paused while I stared at him like an exhibit in Madame Tussaud's. Finally, he said, "Well, can I come in, or not?"

Still stunned at the amazing turn of events I stepped back. He brushed past me, and found the kitchen, running water into the sink for the flowers. I sank onto the sofa, staring at his back in disbelief. He returned and sat at the opposite end of the sofa to me. "Hi Mel. You look great."

I blinked. "You look...amazing. How the hell did you find me?"

He grinned. "Let's just say une petite oiseau told me." Of course -- Jules! My lovely, adorable friend Jules. Anthony continued. "Here's the thing. My dad's company has offices all over the place, and they've offered me a position in their Paris branch. I need to let them know whether or not I want it. Anyway, how are you doing?"

I lied that I was doing well, and we chatted for a few minutes. Anthony had graduated with a First with Honours in English and French; no wonder a major multi-national was keen to have him. As I gazed at his beautiful face, and heard his gentle, melodious voice, my stomach turned itself in knots and my pulse raced. Gradually, Anthony eased his way along the sofa, until we were inches apart. I could feel the heat of his body. He reached out and took one of my hands in his. Softly, he said, "The thing is Mel, I think -- I hope -- I have a wonderful opportunity here in Paris, and I need to know whether you think I should take it."

I swallowed. I could hardly breathe. I tried to speak, but my voice emerged as a squeak. Anthony smiled. I cleared my throat and, my voice little more than a whisper, I said, "Take it -- please."

His smile broadening, Anthony pulled me into his arms. Just before we kissed, he murmured, "I knew four years of celibacy was worth it."

Later, as I lay naked in my bed, wrapped in my lover's arms, my pussy glowing from the three times we'd made love in barely two hours, he kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I told you I'd come back for you. I'm never going to let you get away from me again." I snuggled more firmly into his chest, reflecting that I had never been so ecstatically happy in all my life.



School Love Ch. 02



Brenda woke up the next morning with a desperate thought. “Why did I do that?” her mind screamed at her as she got out of the bed, “I didn’t even bring a freaking toothbrush.” Her mind was focused on what happened, her unprecedented screw-up. 

“Wait until marriage,” Brenda’s mother had hammered into Brenda’s head, “Boy’s won’t respect you if you just hand it out like a slut.” Brenda had believed her mother and didn’t want to disappoint her memory, but last night had been so magical and romantic. “How could I have been so stupid?” her mind screamed again looking at the clock, “I’m even late for school.” Brenda shoved her legs into her panties and rapidly put on her bra, “I didn’t even go that far with Ace and I was with him for 6 months.”

Brenda’s state was so that she couldn’t even get her bra on, struggling with the hooks in a fruitless attempt. “Shit,” she exclaimed slumping against the wall in tears, not even noticing Daniel wake up and walk over.

“Are you okay?” Daniel asked, kneeling down and gently placing his hand on her shoulder. 

“Leave me alone!” Brenda cried shoving his hand off and hunching over even more.

Daniel stood back looking concernedly at Brenda huddled over and sobbing. Breaking his gaze, Daniel saw his state of clothing and walked over to put on some shorts. “I’m sorry,” he said apologetically, looking back at her, “I was just worried.”

Brenda stopped sniffling. “About what?”

“Well,” Daniel started, slumping down on the bed, “Usually I don’t see crying girls when I wake up.” Noticing a visible trace of anger on her face he asked, “Do you want to talk about last night?”

“I guess,” Brenda said, straightening up and crossing her arms over her chest, “Will you listen?”

“I promise I will,” Daniel said, staring at her with a warm face.

Brenda took a deep breath. “My mother was really my only parental influence and she was a pretty strict one. I respected her so much for being a single mom in charge of a little kid, so I followed her orders all the time.” Brenda gulped and continued, “And she was a pretty religious person…and she didn’t want me to have…well…‘relations’ before marriage.”

“So,” Daniel said, leaning forward, “You’re really having problems about what we did last night.”

“Of course I am!” Brenda snapped, “I’m sorry, but I’m just so confused right now.”

Daniel walked over, put his hands on Brenda’s shoulders and kneeled down. “Listen,” he said soothingly, “I really just want you to be happy. So whatever you want to do, I’ll help you through it.”

Brenda looked up, “Really?”

Daniel smiled, “I will always be there for you.” Then smiling, he added, “But first, I think I’d like a shower.” Daniel stood up and walked over to a place in the wall by the corner. She wondered why as he pushed in on part of the wall and watched it pop out of place. As he pulled out the door, he turned back “Would you like a shower?”

“Not really,” Brenda grinned, “But I’ll wait for you to get out before I leave.”

Daniel gave a slight smile. “Sounds fine,” he said ducking into the doorway, “Be out in a jiff!”

Hearing the sound of water beginning to rush, Brenda stood and walked over to the bed. She all of a sudden felt very tired realizing how late they had been up and had to collapse on the bed. As Brenda laid there, she reminisced about her mother’s hands. She remembered the talks the two of them had as her mother would knit and all Brenda would look at were her mother’s hands as they knitted and pearled. She remembered one talk in particular, where her mother told to her about things between men and women.

“My friends were talking about sex today,” Brenda remembered saying to her mother.

“What did they have to say about it?” Brenda’s mother asked.

Shifting her weight, Brenda said, “One of them had a sister in high school that got pregnant. Her boyfriend left her and she got really depressed.”

“There is a reason for that,” her mother said, putting her needle down, “The boyfriend didn’t care for the girl, so why would he stay around to be burdened with a child if he didn’t care for her?”

“So that’s why I should wait for marriage?” Brenda asked, still looking at her mother’s hands.

“You should wait until you’re in a stable and loving relationship that can take anything,” Brenda’s mother corrected, “Because sex can change everything.”

Brenda drifted back to hearing the shower and pondered about her new relationship, her Daniel. He was kind and polite, but still knew what to be serious about. After all their chats yesterday, Brenda knew they shared common interests. Maybe you should follow your instincts, her mind was reasoning, after all he is nice. But will he still respect me and stand by me, she wondered. 

Brenda then remembered a slight part of a conversation she had with Tran from last night. “You know he really likes you,” Tran had said, “You can tell by the way he acts when you’re around.”

“What do you mean?” Brenda asked, not comprehending Tran’s insinuation, “Has he talked about me before?”

“Only when he talked about how you busted those cheaters,” Tran smirked, “He was real impressed with your guts, but he didn’t really know you.” She looked at Brenda, “You know if Daniel ever makes a promise, you can trust him on it. If he’s anything, Daniel’s a man with honor.”

Brenda stood and walked to the corner, pressing the panel to open the door. Taking a small breath, she walked into the bathroom. At first she was struck by how open the small space seemed with the light colors. The toilet and sink were set in a corner, apart from a shower stall with frosted glass. A small light was in the ceiling, but for some reason it was turned off in a room filled with a soft light. Brenda looked to the shower and saw that the outside wall was glass brick that let in the light.

“Changed your mind?” Daniel shouted from the shower, “I’ll be out in a hurry!”

“That’s okay,” Brenda said as she opened the door to the shower, “I think I’ll join you.”

The look on Daniel’s face as Brenda opened his shower door in her underwear was something definitely worth remembering. The shock and disbelief on his face as he stuttered “What is it?” was incredible. Brenda smiled, answering by reaching back and undoing her bra. She let the cloth slip to her feet and kept her eyes on Daniel’s.

“What are you doing?” he asked, “More importantly why?”

Brenda gave a slight smile. “I’d really like to explore other areas in a relationship,” she said, looking at him deeply, “And I know I can trust you to respect me after all this is done.”

Daniel looked at Brenda seriously, “Do you really want to make love? I want to make sure I have the right idea before we go any further.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “I want you to make me a woman.”

Daniel smiled, reaching out and cupping her face in his hand. “You’d better come on in then.” Then, looking down her body, “But you’re overdressed again.”

Brenda gave a slight smile and stooped down, stripping her panties off as she went. Reaching her ankles, Brenda stepped out of the cottony undergarments and stood back up, throwing the panties over her shoulder onto the floor. Smiling, she entered the shower were Daniel was waiting.

As Brenda closed the shower door behind her, Daniel wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her neck. Brenda reciprocated, nuzzling her head against Daniel’s shoulder and reaching down to massage his cock in preparation. Daniel’s hips began to buck feeling the gentle tugs of Brenda’s soft hands on his turgid shaft. He began to move his hands slowly over her back and began to trail down, gently kneading as he went. When Daniel reached Brenda’s lower back, she arched forward into his chest and moaned softly into his shoulder. 

“Ahhh,” Brenda moaned out loud, grinding onto Daniel’s thigh, “That feels so good.”

Daniel slowly began to trail kisses down Brenda’s front, suckling softly on her flushed pink nipples and delighting in her sighs of satisfaction she gave out as he went along. Brenda drew his hair into her fist as he dropped below her waist and began to suckle her clit. She fell against the wall and writhed as Daniel licked her slit with vigor. Feeling the gentle tightness begin to creep up in her midsection, Brenda ground down on his mouth and cried out as she exploded.

Brenda fell limp into Daniel’s arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, sitting her down against the wall. 

“Just a little faint,” Brenda moaned, steadying her head with her hand.

“If you want to stop,” Daniel said, “Just say so. I don’t mind.”

Brenda looked down at his blood engorged member and wanted to give him a surprise. She gave a false swoon and fell through Daniel’s arms onto the floor of the shower, beside Daniel’s legs. “Brenda!” Daniel cried, rising slightly.

That was all it took for Brenda to take the advantage, grasping Daniel’s shaft and, jerking him twice, took it in her mouth. He let out a low moan, mouthing it more than anything, and leaned back to rest on his hands. Daniel began to breathe fast as Brenda sped up her movements. Daniel’s hips bucked as she took his shaft out and licked the head. 

He looked down at Brenda, “Do you still want to have sex?” 

Brenda looked up, still slowly manipulating the helmet, “Of course I do.”

“Then I think you should stop and let me take things over for awhile,” Daniel smiled, lifting Brenda off of her feet and bracing her against the wall. He rubbed the small of Brenda’s back with gentle firmness, maneuvering himself in preparation. Brenda responded to the massaging by wrapping her smooth legs around Daniel’s midsection, sighing contentedly as he began to work himself into her.

Daniel felt his shaft reach the entrance to Brenda’s womanhood and he stopped, saying, “If you want to stop, I’ll understand.”

Brenda looked down at him. “Please,” she asked, “I want this for both of us.”

Daniel smiled, waited for the briefest of moments and plunged past the barrier into her depths.

Brenda felt the sharp pain in the seat of her stomach and took a sharp breath. When Daniel stopped, she looked at him, “I’m fine, really.” 

Daniel looked at her and smiled, “I’m just giving you a little time to get adjusted and then we’ll begin again.” Brenda felt better knowing Daniel was just looking out for her and leaned against his shoulder. Feeling the water hit her head and the warmth of Daniel inside her made the pain feel less intense. 

“Are you okay?” Daniel asked.

Brenda smiled a little and rubbed his shoulder with her chin, “I’m ready and waiting.” She felt Daniel nod and begin to move in and out of her slowly. Feeling the warm mass inside of her move, Brenda began to shudder. It feels so good, she thought, so right. Brenda’s body began to react to Daniel’s methodical movements, timing her gyrations with Daniel’s thrusts. She felt Daniel kiss her neck, gently sucking as he ground into Brenda. 

She couldn’t believe what was happening. Twenty four hours ago, she wouldn’t have believed that she would even get past second base. Now she was in someone else’s shower, making love with a man she hadn’t even known a day. And yet, none of this seemed wrong or unexpected, like it had all been preordained. This doesn’t feel wrong, she thought, none of it. At this thought, Brenda felt all of her confusion and nervousness drop away. Feeling the warmth begin to spread throughout her body, Brenda leaned her head back against the wall and let an earthy moan escape from her throat. 

Daniel sucked Brenda’s throat as she felt the water hit her chest and she leaned her head down to kiss his mouth. Their mouths met and the two exchanged a deep, passionate kiss that reverberated through Brenda’s soul. 

All at once, Brenda felt her stomach begin to knot together and a sudden need rise deep within her. She leaned her head against the shower wall and began to pant out of her dire need. As Daniel kept up his movements, Brenda felt what she was waiting for get closer and closer.

Brenda felt her cheeks get burning hot and a tickling sensation invade her stomach. The burning heat spread from her cheeks all over her body and the tickling began to grow more intense as she edged closer to her climax. All of a sudden, the tickling grew into a delicious explosion from deep within her insides that spread her warmth to the tips of her toes. For a moment, Brenda forgot everything except how much she loved Daniel and how good he felt inside her. She could only think about how right this felt.

She was brought back to reality when she realized that Daniel had stopped moving. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern once again etched on his face.

“I’m fine,” Brenda smiled, “I just had…an…orgasm.” She giggled slightly, feeling a little weak after the incredible experience.

“I’m close,” Daniel moaned, his face a mask of concentration. He was moving much more slowly, trying to stave off the inevitable. Brenda looked down, unhooked her legs and pulled herself off Daniel. 

“Let me take it from here,” she said, her attention focused as she sank to her knees in front of Daniel. He had no time to protest, as she sucked him into her mouth and began to fellate him with vigor. Brenda felt his shaft begin to quiver at the outset and knew it wouldn’t be long. The quiver slowly progressed to a rapid pulsing in the head, making Brenda begin to prepare for Daniel’s explosion. With a strong, final pulse, his seed blasted into her mouth with force. Brenda tried but she couldn’t keep up with his flow. Some slipped out of her mouth and down onto her breast, quickly washed off by the beating water. Daniel slumped against the wall and slipped into a sitting position. Brenda gave a slight smile, crawling over to meet Daniel and wrapped him in her arms. Too tired to do anything, Daniel merely met her mouth and shared in a lingering kiss. 

Looking up, Brenda muttered, “I think we’d better get out of here and dry off.”

Daniel moaned again, “I’m a still pretty tired, can’t we just sleep here.” He gave a sheepish grin to compliment his joke, reaching up to turn off the faucet. Brenda got out of the shower after hopping off of Daniel to pull him up. The two took turns drying each other off, each running the towels slowly over the other’s body. After finishing Brenda’s back, Daniel wrapped the large towel around her and hugged her back close to him. Feeling his nuzzling on the back of her neck, Brenda grinned and began to walk through the door to Daniel’s bed with him trailing close behind her. When they reached his bed, Brenda peeled off the towel and wrapped Daniel in a warm embrace. The two tumbled into the bed and Daniel pulled the sheets over their bodies.

“To keep us warm,” he said, settling into a spoon position, “It’s cold out there.”

Brenda gave a slight laugh, laying her head against the pillow and fell into a satisfying nap, feeling the soft tickle of Daniel’s rhythmic breath on her neck. As she fell asleep, Brenda thought about how familiar Daniel had seemed and why they clicked together so effortlessly. She remembered his face, from some of her classes. How he would always help those who needed it and would boost their self confidence by letting them solve the answer with gentle nudging rather than solve it for them. And then she remembered another time, a time that she really got angry at Ace. 

One of Ace’s friends had been cheating off of another boy, a skinny kid with glasses. When the kid had wised up, he cleverly changed some of his own answers to mess up the jock’s score. Both their grades took a hit, but the Jock’s dipped below passing and he was suspended from the team. When he found out about the switch, the jock went after the kid in the cafeteria with Ace and Brenda sitting right there. 

“Aren’t you going to do something?” she begged Ace.

Simply looking at the situation, he shrugged. “Why?” Ace asked, “I know that guy like a brother and that nerd screwed him over. He deserves what he gets.”

Brenda looked over at the fight as it began to unfold. The jock shoved the kid down and began to swear at him. The poor kid couldn’t do anything except cringe on the ground and curl up. The jock was cocking back his fist right before Daniel walked in between the two, crouching to help the fallen. Unfortunately, it was a bit late for the jock to stop his fist. 

The blow hit Daniel solidly on the jaw, throwing his head hard to the side. But he didn’t go down, staying in a kneeling position beside the kid. The jock, undisturbed from his goal of beating the poor kid senseless and only seeing a second target, cocked his arm and began to throw a second punch. With more speed than someone who had just been socked should have, Daniel moved up, knocked the punch aside with a slight movement of his forearm and wrapped up the jocks arm in his. Looking straight into his eyes, Daniel began to mutter something. At first, the jock looked angry and began to attempt an escape from Daniel’s wrap. But Daniel held firm and kept talking. As he went on, the jock moved less and finally nodded his head, a scowl still etched on his face. When Daniel released him, the jock moved away and looked at him.

“You promise,” he asked, a slight bit of concern in his eyes.

“By my honor,” Daniel said, “As long as you promise.”

The jock scowled again, moving away rapidly and rubbing his arm. Daniel watched him go and, after the jock was gone, he helped up the kid. Then, he simply walked away.

Brenda woke up, realizing she had been in a dream of remembrance. She rolled over and looked at Daniel, staring into his half-asleep eyes. He must have felt her gaze, for he awoke from his partial slumber and asked, “Something wrong?”

“Do you remember that fight you broke up about three months ago?” Brenda asked, “Between the football player and the skinny kid?”

“Yes…” he answered, confused, “Why do you ask?”

“What did you say to the Jock to get him to stop?”

Daniel looked down, “I reasoned with him. Told him that beating up the kid would only lead to more trouble and the only way out was if I helped him. I tutored him for about a month after that and he passed all his exams without cheating. I still talk to him and you could say we are on good terms, but we just run in different crowds.”

“But what did he promise?” Brenda pressed.

“That he wouldn’t hurt anyone,” Daniel said in a monotone, “That he would go away for a little while and cool down. I think he went and hit a punching bag. Then he came back to the school library after school and we had our first tutoring session. He actually thanked me for stopping him.”

Brenda couldn’t say anything. Then, a glance at the clock made her gain a new train of thought. “It’s nine!” she almost screamed, “We’re going to be late for school!” Her mind reeled with thoughts of what people might say when she came in late wearing the same clothes as yesterday, riding in the same car as a man she had only known for less than a day. As she was searching for her clothes, she caught a quick glimpse of Daniel sitting there and smiling at her.

“What’s so funny?” she snapped.

“We don’t have school today,” Daniel quickly explained, still a slight expression of mirth on his face, “There was a protest against standardized testing that most of the teachers were going to and so the principal had the school closed down for today. They called here last night while you were upstairs changing. I meant to tell you about it earlier. Everyone’s taking off today because when Gina heard about this, she decided this place needed some renovation. Thank the good lord this happened on a Friday so we have all weekend to work.”



School Love



Ernesto gave a slight sigh and turned off his game. “Do any off your plans include me getting some sleep?”

Tran gave him a sultry look, “Do they ever?” Ernesto shrugged, accepted his fate and marched up the stairs with the Asian girl wrapped around his waist. After watching them go, Brenda asked to the remnants, “Are they doing what I think they’re doing?”

“Every night, like rabbits,” Gina sighed, “Well I must get out. I’ve got a hot date in an hour and I’m not as dressed as I should be.”

As Gina left the room, Alice finished off her plate and handed it to Daniel. “I’ve better be headed off to Alex’s to study for that big test next week,” she said, “I’ll see you in the morning.” Sticking her hands in her pockets, Alice walked out of the kitchen and Brenda heard the front door open and close. “So I guess we’re all alone,” she said, still staring to the front door.

“Yeah,” Daniel said, scrubbing the lasagna dish to get off the crud still clinging after the pre-wash, “Looks that way. No distractions to get in the way of dishwashing.”

Brenda turned towards the sink. “Anything for me to do?” she asked in a shy sort of way.

“Get those last dishes off the table and start to wipe it down,” Daniel said, his head still into washing the dishes.

Brenda looked at the table, noticing that all the dishes were off and the table was spotless. “How about we just continue what we started upstairs?” Brenda asked, head cocked in a playful manner, “It would be a whole lot more fun than washing these dishes.”

Once again, Brenda was surprised by Daniel’s actions. Instead of going at her in any manner, he stood in the same manner as if he were deaf to her last suggestion. “Did you hear me?” Brenda asked, disturbed by his stoic reaction.

“Yeah,” Daniel sighed out, “But washing dishes is kind of relaxing. And I actually think it can be pretty fun.”

Now Brenda felt offended. “So you’d rather play around in suds than play around with me.”

Daniel put down the dish he had been washing, a serious look on his face. “Is that all you want? To play around?” he questioned, turning to face her.

Brenda backed down, startled by Daniel’s questioning. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Daniel looked down at the dish again. “It’s just that if I wanted to fool around, I’d do it with Tran,” He said, glaring at the dish. 

Brenda felt her heart crumple and her eyes began to water. “So what am I?” she exclaimed, stepping away from him as she did, “If I’m not that person, who am I?”

Daniel took his eyes off the plate, slowly pulled his hands out of the water and placed his hands on Brenda’s soft shoulders, gently pulling her towards him and looking deep into her eyes. “You are the woman I love,” he whispered, wrapping one arm around her and gently caressed her cheek with the other, “I knew it from the first time I saw you. The way you carried yourself and your smile…entranced me. When you and I are together, I’m not a lustful idiot like all other guys should be. I just want to show you how much I love you.” Brenda smiled, happy to feel his warmth as Daniel continued, “It kind of hurts when you think that all I want is to fool around. It makes me worry because I don’t know how you really feel about me.”

Brenda nuzzled into Daniel’s warm embrace, “You don’t have to worry about the way I feel. I love you in a way I’ve never felt before.” She looked into his eyes, “You make me feel right, like I’m finally alive.”

Daniel smiled as if the answer satiated his curiosity and made him happy. Turning back and looked down at the sink, Daniel chuckled, “Well these dishes are done. So what do we do now?” Biting her lower lip, Brenda looked at the doorway to see if any one was there. Seeing no one, she grabbed Daniel’s arm and jerked him out the door. 

“Can I see your room?” Brenda asked in a hushed tone. Giving her a look that seemed to question her motives, Daniel led her down the hallway to a small enclave entirely separate from the rest of the house. “My sanctum,” he said in a slightly reserved manner.

“Why so quiet?” Brenda asked before entering the room.

“You’re the first other person in my room,” Daniel whispered sheepishly, looking away from her as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Looking around, Brenda saw the room had but a simple bed beside a shelf loaded with books of various sizes. Across from the foot of the bed lay a cabinet with a medium size TV perched atop. The surprising thing about Daniel’s “sanctum” was the lack of any kind of decoration: no posters, no stuffed animals, nothing except a window with a modest view and a bizarre checkerboard pattern on the wall. 

“Surprised?” Daniel asked, his eyebrows aching slightly. Brenda looked back at him. “Where’s the décor?” she questioned, clearly puzzled.

Until then, Daniel had been standing in the center by Brenda. Now he sat down on the small bed and looked around. “You know how everyone treats you now after you told on those cheaters?” he started, slowly, “Well that’s pretty much how I’ve been treated in my life. The isolation, it got to me after awhile. Then I met up with Gina and she let me move in here to get away from the drunk I had as a guardian. He didn’t care, he could spend the check he still got on liquor. When I got here, I got this room and I just wanted it to be a place where I could come and relax. Just books and some movies.” He shrugged his shoulders, “It worked.”

Walking over to the bed and wrapping her arms around Daniel’s stooped head, Brenda cradled him as she would a baby. “Now you have something else to run to,” she cooed, stroking his hair and holding him tight to her chest. Brenda felt her heart beat rise as Daniel entwined her in his strong arms, “You don’t have to be alone any more. I’m here now.” The two held still, entwined in a net of arms, as she felt closer and closer to his beating heart. 

Brenda regained some composure in this smoldering embrace, remembering the kiss she shared with Daniel in the upper bedroom. Breaking apart from Daniel, much to his dismay, Brenda stooped and lifted his mouth to her ruby lips. Feeling bold, she broke from Daniel’s mouth and pushed him back onto his bed. “I want you,” she whispered huskily, lowering herself down to lay beside him, “I need you.”

Daniel didn’t look surprised, but only a calm understanding that warmed Brenda’s spirit. “Well you seem overdressed for the part,” he started with a straight face, slipping off one of the dress shoulders as he continued, “But that can be easily remedied.”

Brenda smiled and began to stand up. “Let me help,” she offered as she unzipped the back, allowing her to step out of the dress and stand in the room clad only in her underwear. As the cool air moved over Brenda’s half naked body, Daniel moved to her and wrapped her in his arms. Angling her chin to meet his lips, Brenda began her second assault on his mouth with the intent of weakening his resistance. She felt a sudden tightening around her chest, then a release as Daniel opened her brassiere and revealed her breasts. She felt his mouth attach to her nipple and gasped as he gently suckled on it. Brenda felt the gentle pressure increase as Daniel switched from nipple to nipple and slowly sank his hands down to her panty line. Silently enjoying the feeling as Daniel’s hands roamed over her legs, Brenda wiggled to aid him in ridding herself of the panties. After getting her last vestige of modesty over her ankles, Brenda pulled Daniel to his feet whispering, “Now it’s my turn.” 

Daniel gave a slight smile, pulling the bottom of his tucked shirt out of his pants. “I am my lady’s cat paw,” he said, gently tearing the shirt over his head. Brenda gave a slight grin and stood to aid him with his pants, cooing as she went, “Good thing you didn’t have your shoes on. Saved some time.” As she reached him, Daniel grinned and quipped, “Well we can save time on something else too.” As he pulled down his pants, Brenda inhaled sharply as Daniel’s pants dropped and he was revealed to have no underwear. She stared at something she had never really seen, a real penis. One time, a friend of hers had pulled a porno out while hanging around and Brenda remembered seeing the man’s “schlong” as her friend termed it. Although Daniel’s was not quite as long as the one she had seen, Brenda thought she’d prefer his to the mammoth one that seemed to rip open the girl in the film.

Daniel walked over to Brenda and dropped down to lovingly kiss her mouth, lowering her down on the bed with her legs draped over the side. Brenda felt as he ran his hands down over her stomach and inched away towards her pussy. Impatient, she grabbed Daniel’s hand and forced it to reach the eventual goal.

Brenda gasped as Daniel’s fingers began to manipulate her clitoris and gently massage her already plump lips. She moaned even more loudly when Daniel kissed her mons while gently increasing his movement around her clit. Licking and sucking, Daniel inched Brenda closer to her explosion. She felt all of her muscles tense and a great warmth swarm over her, followed by an intense release of everything built up in Brenda. All of her anger and sadness melted away, replaced by the warmth and relaxation from her first orgasm. 

Daniel had stopped licking her and came up to her mouth, sealing her lips with a sensual, lingering kiss. Brenda felt something brush against her leg as he began to suck on her neck and looked down to see what it was. 

Brenda saw Daniel’s penis brushing against her leg looking red and hard. “What’s wrong with it?” she asked, concerned for his health. 

Daniel looked at her eyes and let out a little chuckle. “I’m fine,” Daniel said, trying to comfort her, “Just a little bit excited. You turn me on in ways I can’t even describe.”

Brenda blushed, looked into Daniel’s eyes and noticed him grimace in pain. “What is it? Is something wrong?” she asked hurriedly.

Daniel quickly put a smile on his face and soothed her brow. “It’s just that it feels a little uncomfortable, being so aroused,” Daniel said with a smile, “I’ll be okay.”

“If it’s uncomfortable,” Brenda suggested, remembering the porn video, “Why not use it?”

Daniel chuckled, “Not quite yet. You’re still a bit sensitive and it would just be too painful for you. I’ll be fine.”

Brenda laid back and felt Daniel’s erection grow even more as he held her close. Brenda began to remember part of the porno, where the woman took the man in her mouth and sucked him. She remembered the man seeming to react positively and Brenda wondered if Daniel would like for her to do the same. 

Brenda slowly began to sink down to Daniel’s waist, turning him to his back as she went down. Daniel began to react, stirring in confusion. “What are you doing?” Daniel asked.

Brenda looked up at his face, a slight grin spreading over her face. “Trying to help you relieve some pressure,” she cooed, slipping her hand lightly over his growing sex, “I hope you like it.”

Before Daniel could reply, Brenda went down and slid her mouth over him. She was surprised at the slightly salty taste, but was intrigued by Daniel’s reaction to her act. As she went up and down his shaft with her mouth, Daniel began to grimace again. Brenda stopped, wondering if something were wrong, and was surprised to see Daniel staring at her. 

“Is something wrong?” Daniel asked in a concerned tone.

“You looked like you were in pain,” Brenda explained, “I was worried.”

Daniel smiled and shook his head. “I’ll be just fine,” he said, try to calm her, “What you were doing was quite nice.”

Brenda smiled back at him. “Then how about we get back on track?” she said, bobbing her head to the side. Memories of the scene from the porn video came back to Brenda and she began to remember the techniques the woman used. Brenda looked back down at Daniel’s penis and began to go back at it. Running her tongue around the head, Brenda began to slowly tug on the shaft and built up a rhythm. She could tell by Daniel’s moans that she had found a good method. Keeping her rhythm up, Brenda began to envelop his head in her warm mouth and sucking slightly. Daniel moaned even louder, gripping the sheets tightly in his strong hands. “You’re so good…” he groaned, arching his back in pleasure. Brenda kept up her oral cadence, but was surprised by Daniel’s hips giving slight bucks. Taking this as a sign that she was doing a good job, Brenda began to increase the motion of her hand and the suction of her mouth. “Brenda…” Daniel breathed out, raggedly, “I’m…gonna blow…” Brenda remembered from the porno, the man shooting his “jism” all over the woman and she licked it up. Wondering what it would taste like, Brenda quickened her pace to get him off faster. 

“Brenda,” Daniel whispered urgently, “I’m cumming…” Daniel’s hips bucked one last time and blew his load into Brenda’s warm mouth. She tried to keep up, but the volume was too much for Brenda and some spilled back onto Daniel’s stomach. Tasting the semen in her mouth, Brenda found it pretty sweet and tasted sort of like pineapples. Enjoying the taste, she went back down and licked up the excess cum off of his belly. 

Brenda sighed and raised herself to Daniel’s mouth to give him a kiss. Pulling her to his mouth, Daniel gave Brenda another long kiss that surprised her. She had always heard from her friends that guys didn’t like to kiss women who had just given them blowjobs. Something about the semen made men squeamish, unwilling to show affection to the women who had just done such a nice thing. 

Brenda broke the kiss and looked into Daniel’s eyes. “Aren’t you uncomfortable kissing me after what I did?” she asked, confused, “After I gave you that…blowjob?”

Daniel looked at her face and chuckled a little bit, “Only homophobes are freaked out about that kind of stuff and why should I not kiss you?” Stroking Brenda’s cheek lightly, he cooed, “I…love…you,” punctuating each word with a kiss.

Brenda smiled and sank onto Daniel’s chest, but another thing puzzled her. Sitting up, Brenda looked at him and asked, “Why did your jism taste like…pineapples?”

Daniel looked at her and arched an eyebrow. “I eat a bunch a pineapples,” he said, a serious look on his face, “You are what you eat I suppose.”

Brenda let out a small laugh and collapsed down to Daniel’s chest. Grabbing his sheet, Daniel covered the both of them. 

“Good night, milady,” Daniel said in a loving voice.

Looking at his face before she fell to sleep, she replied, “Good night, my champion.”

La Fin



School Lovers



This story starts at a small Junior College in Florida. As we approach the Gym we hear all the joyous noise that accompanies winning a hard fought game with a strong rival. As the joyful crowd begins pouring from all the exits we pick one couple to follow.

As we approach closer we hear the boy ask; "Where to now Jo? Out to the Palms Club, the Windmill, or some where else? Your choice."

"Let's just drive out to the beach and find a place to park, Bob. It's to nice out to be in some noisy club. We might even do a little swimming. Or something."

With no more talk, Bob starts the car and begins to work his way out of the traffic jam of others leaving the lot. Soon they are with quite a few others heading towards the beach road.

As traffic begins to spread out, Jo begins to cuddle over to Bob. Soon has her arm around his waist. By the time they reach the beach road, the traffic has thinned to only two sets of tail lights far in front and one set of head lights at least a quarter mile behind. Bob now reaches his right arm over Jo's shoulder and gently grasps her breast. Jo, in turn, begins to caress his crotch with its growing bulge. They continue their caressing as Bob drives for another two or three miles to a beach access turnoff. As he turns onto the beach, Bob turns off his headlights and continues driving by the light of the full moon.

As they pass other cars parked above high tide mark, both increase the intimacy of their caresses. Jo soon has Bob's cock free from his partially open fly and he has lifted her sweater high enough to slip his hand into her bra. Bob soon finds a suitable site and parks. As soon as the engine stops, Bob turns to Jo and they embrace in a kiss while each continues to remove obstructing clothing from the other: Bob finding and working to release Jo's bra as she unbuckles his belt and finishes opening his fly so she can fondle his balls as well as his cock.

"You still have the blanket in the trunk, Bob?"

"You want to lay out on the sand?"

"Gives us more room to move around." Then as Bob begins fondling both exposed breasts; "We will definatly need more room if you want to finish what we've started."

"It's still there. If you will let go of my handle, I'll get out and get it."

"Don't want to let go but I suppose I'll have to."

With this decision, they get out of the car and Bob opens the trunk to get the blanket. As soon as the blanket is spread on the sand beside the car they finish undressing each other: Jo removing Bob's shirt as he removes her sweater;etc. Soon both are standing beside the car totally naked. As Bob folds their clothes and lays them on the back seat, Jo lays down on the blanket with the light of the full moon turning her into an alabaster sculpture.

After closing the door, Bob joins Jo on the blanket to re-embrace her. While maintaining their kiss, they begin to fondle each other again: Bob caressing a tit while Jo slowly strokes his cock. Following several minutes of this Bob begins to move his caresses lower and transfers his kissing to Jo's hardened nipples. 

Acknowledging her arousal, Jo spreads her legs enabling Bob to gently finger her clitoris as he cups her mons in the palm of his hand. Jo begins hunching into Bob's hand and breaking the kiss moans; "Coming! Don't stop fingering me. YES! NOW. O YEA OH That was good Bob." Then gently tugging at his cock; "Bring this thing up where I can suck it. I want to swallow you while you lick clit."

"I'll probably come pretty quick, Jo."

"That's ok. You'll probably last long enough for me to get off again."

He finishes positioning himself with his cock already sliding into Jo's mouth and his mouth ready to cover her crotch; "I'll keep eating you till you do come even if I have popped."

Jo's answer was totally muffled as she swallowed all nine inches of Bob's cock in synchronization with his tongue penetrating into her vagina. Bob kept his hips high enough that Jo could pull fully off his cock if she wished and began to lick out her full slit. Jo's cunt was very well lubricated giving Bob plenty of juice to swallow as she in turn was swallowing the lube oozing from the end of his cock. Both lasted longer than either had expected and both began to climax together. Jo was barely able to swallow fast enough to keep from loosing any of Bob's ejaculate. 

Bob did not have a problem with volume but had to hang on tight to keep from getting a broken nose as Jo hunched up at him in her orgasm. The climaxes quickly subside but neither partner quits exciting the sexual areas of the other, Bob to keep Jo lubricated, she to get his deflated prick hard again. Jo was now able to keep all of Bob's prick in her mouth while he continued to lap at her slit.

Bob is soon licking Jo from asshole to clit, and as his prick begins to stiffen again, Jo begins face fucking herself on it. She soon climaxes again before Bob reaches full erection. As her orgasm subsides she removes his cock from her mouth beging , "Turn around and fill me up at that end now. Keep fucking till you come again."

Then as he begins to press the head of his cock into her vagina; "It'll take a whil,e Jo; that first load took most of the starch out of me."

"Just push it in and fuck. I want all I can get, as long as I can get it."

Bob slowly forces himself deeper into Jo's sheath until his balls press against her ass. They hold this position for several seconds before Jo begins to hunch her hips against Bob moaning; "Fuck me deep and hard, Darling. I've been waiting two weeks for this. Sucking is enjoyable and I like your taste but This is the best way to get off."

Bob follows orders and begins to stroke his cock in and out of Jo's wet cunt. The motion is slow and gental for several minutes before Jo begins hunching hard; "I'm coming Bob - don't stop."

"I won't, Jo." and as Jo climaxes he fights to keep from being ejected by her motions. 

She soon quiets and lets Bob resume his long dicking of her now even wetter cunt and purrs; "Even better than getting clit licked." Do me some more lover."

"Sure will. I may even come with you the next time." True to his word only a couple minutes later Bob's cock begins to squirt his second ejaculation into Jo's pulsating vagina at the peak of her second orgasm. As they lay quietly with Bob's cock slowly shrinking inside her: "It felt like your cunt was trying to suck me all the way into your womb while you were coming that time, Jo."

"Felt like it was in my womb when you started squirting into me." Then after a quick kiss; "Still feels good in there even if it is shrinking."

They hold their embrace while Bob's cock relaxes to it's normal size and slips out of her. Bob then rolls off Jo and standing , helps Jo up. as they shake sand off the blanket, Jo asks; "Have any towels in the trunk? I'd like to take a swim to wash you out of me."

"A roll of paper towels if nothing else."

"Good. I'll meet you at the platform." Says Jo, began to walk toward the surf.

Bob quickly finishes putting the blanket away and chases after her. Jo, having a head start, reaches the surf first and is swimming towards the off shore platform as Bob dives into the surf and soon catches her. They swim together the rest of the way to the platform.. They rest by hanging on to cleats welded to the side; then slowly swim back to the beach. When they arrive back in water shallow enough to stand in, Jo notices another car parked near theirs with lights out. "looks as if we have some company, Bob. Think it is someone we know?"

"I don't recognize the car but from this distance that doesn't mean anything." After a short pause Bob continues; "We better stay in the water for a while till we find out who they are. I don't think we should expose our nudity unless we know who it is."


"If they are here for the same reason we are, would it make any difference?"

"I wouldn't want to find out the hard way." Then looking at the moons reflection on the water; "If we swim a few yards further down the beach, the moonlight would be shining through their windows and we might be able to recognize them." Then starting to swim slowly so as not to draw attention; "We can at least see what they are doing."

As Bob had suggested they soon could see silhouettes on the driver's side of the front seat. The couple embraced briefly then one disappeared from view. "Looks like she is giving him a blow job." Jo laughed; "This might be a good time to get over to your car and dress. He won't be looking for us and she can't see." 

"They may finish before we are dressed."

"We don't need to waist time with under cloths." Jo replied; "I would prefer to leave off my bra and panties anyway."

"OK. Lets go."

Bob was just zipping his pants, and Jo had just finished with her sweater when the other girl finishes the blow job to some appreciative moans from the man. Since only a few yards separated the two cars and the moon light was quite bright she was recognized when she sat back up and could be seen.

Bob was not able to suppress his surprise; "Good God, Jo! It's your mother!"

"Your right, Bob; but I don't recognize the man, do you?"

"No, but I think we will know soon. They had to have heard me; they're looking this way."

"Bob? Jo? That you?" Called Jo's mother, answering Bob's fears.

"Yes, mother. Do you want us for something?"

"Yes. Come over here and I'll introduce you to Jim."

"Do you think they know what we were doing, Jo?" Bob whispered as they walked around the car.

"Nude swimming of course; but we had finished all the sex before they got here, I hope." Jo whispered back as they walked the few remaining yards to the other car.

Just before they got to the other car, Jo's mother and the other man got out to meet them. "Kids, this is Jim Conners. I've been dating him for several months now. Jim; this is my daughter Jo and her main boy friend, Bob."

Since she had made no effort to tuck her exposed tit back into her bra, Bob was not looking at Jim as he stammered; "Pleased to meet you sir."

Jo, in turn, was starring at Jim's large but limp prick that he also had made no attempt to stuff back into his pants. She continued to stare and began to wonder what was going on as she stammered; "I'm happy to meet you Mr. Conners."

"None of this 'sir' or 'mister' junk. My name is Jim at any time. Marge and I were going to the Beachcomber for some dancing when she recognized your car as you passed us on the beach road. It was her idea to follow you, not mine."

"I figured that you would be coming out here to do some heavy duty necking, swimming, or something. I told Jim to try to follow you without letting you know you were being followed. He parked the other side of the dune and we climbed to the top to see what you were doing."

Jim continues; "We saw you on the blanket and Marge made me drive over here to surprise you."

"By the time we got here you were in swimming." Marge completed. "We waited for you to come back. Jim thought you would be gone longer than you were and convinced me to enjoy the wait. I imagine you know how we spent the time."

Jo and I both stammered; "You saw us! - on the blanket!! -?"

"We didn't watch for very long but from the position it was fairly obvious what you were doing." Jim chuckled.

Marge adds; "Twice over the last year my prescription for the 'PILLS' was missing when I looked for it, but was back in the drawer the next day. I therefore assume you have been taking them regularly, Jo."

"Yes mother."

"I figured you were letting Bob screw you or you wouldn't need the pills." Then turning to Bob; "Look, Bob no mother is really happy to learn that her daughter is getting screwed before she is married. However I don't see how I could stop you and as you are taking precautions against pregnancy won't raise too much hell. I will, however, demand that you quit fucking in public." Then to JO; " Bring him home and do it in private"

Jim reenters the conversation with; "Marge; my cock is getting cold hanging out in the breeze and your tit doesn't look any warmer. Why don't we all go back to your house and continue the discussion there. We could save motel rent too, now that Bob and Jo know me."

With a quick pat to Jim's cock Marge answers, "Good idea, Jim." Then to Bob; "Bring Jo home Bob, we can discuss the situation over sandwiches and beer."

"Mom," Jo inquires; "do you mean that Bob and I can use my bed when we want to have sex?"

"Darling; if you want to fuck, I don't know how I could stop you. And, if you are going to screw around I would much prefer you do it in your own bed instead of a parked car or here on the beach where you could get caught by police, or worse yet some kook out for kicks." Then, tucking her tit back into her bra; "Guess that goes for us too, Jim. Come on , lets get home."

As they ride home; Bob asks Jo; "Honey, do you think your mother really means it when she implied that we can do our fucking at your house?"

"There's a good way to find out." Jo answers as she snuggles up to him. "Do you think you can get it up again tonight? Just thinking about it has me warmed up again."

"Well, from the look your mother gave Jim when she headed back to their car, I wouldn't be surprised if they were hot at it when we get there." Then with a low chuckle; "You probably wouldn't be able to get to sleep anyway trying to guess what they were doing from the sounds they made."

A few seconds later Jo whispered into his ear; between nibbles; "If you just dropped me off alone I know I wouldn't sleep. Just thinking about you fucking me in my own bed has me almost hot enough to come." Then as she begins fondling Bobs cock through his pants he reaches over her shoulder to fondle a tit. "If you don't screw me again tonight in my bed I might have to ask mom to loan Jim to me for a few minutes."

When they arrive at Jo's home they find Jim's car in the driveway and several rooms lit up. Bob perforce parks on the street. "Its a fair walk across the yard Jo, I'll put your bra and panties in my pockets so no one will see them."

"They will camouflage that hard on you have too." Jo laughs.

As they walk up the path to the house Bob observes; "The only rooms lighted are the living room, bath and kitchen. You think your mother and Jim are waiting for us to arrive before starting anything?"

"From the way mom was acting when they were getting in their car, she may be getting screwed on the living room floor."

"I don't know, Jo." Bob replies; "The way Jim was looking at you he may be waiting for you."

"And Mom waiting to try you out? I doubt it, Bob." Jo laughs as they open the front door.

As Bob closes the door Jim calls from the kitchen; "We're out here fixing drinks and sandwiches. Come on and get your own."

Before Bob could answer Jo grasps his arm and points to the couch. Piled on one arm is all of Jim's clothing and the other arm has all of Marge's; including underpants and stockings of both sexes.

Then loudly enough to be heard in the kitchen; "Bob and I want to rinse off the salt from our swim. Mix us what your having and make us the same sandwiches while we shower." Much more quietly to Bob; "Come on, lets get stripped and into the shower where we can talk without being heard. I want to ask some questions before we go into the kitchen." 

Soon they are nude and under the warm shower and as they soap each other, Jo begins; "I hadn't thought much about Jim looking at me out at the beach but seeing that pile of clothes on the couch I did begin to think about it." Then before Bob could interrupt; "Mom never hid any thing from me before but she never mentioned Jim at all. She didn't balk at sex talks and even explained masturbation and homosexuality." Then turning off the shower; "I'm not so sure our jokes on the porch are jokes anymore."

As Bob dried Jo's back he solemnly replied; "If you want to get out of here just say the word, I've never seen your mother acting this way before either."

"Just don't leave me alone tonight. I'm actually more nervous about this than the first time I got screwed." Then after a quick kiss; "Might as well face the naked truth. Come on."

As they enter the living room Marge calls; "Hurry up, the drinks are ready and the sandwiches are almost done." Followed by Jim's "Ham and cheese, Toasted."

Jo motioned Bob to go ahead of her as she whispers; "I don't want to be a prude but please go in front of me. Alone with you, I feel Good nude. I don't feel nervous nude in front of mom either, but with Jim in there as well, I am a bit inhibited."

Bob was uneasy himself but since his previous erection had shrunken to a fully flaccid state he was not as nervous as he would have been with a full erection. As they entered the kitchen Marge was taking the sandwiches from the stove and Jim was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. Both were, as expected, completely nude, and Jim had an erection that had to be at least ten inches long and two in diameter. At Jo's gasp when she saw Jim's hard cock Marge cautiones; "Don't get any ideas, Jo. Jim is all mine. You can't have any of him, besides you have Bob."

"I'm not sure I would be able to take all of that." Jo answerers. "That tool of his is a lot bigger than Bob's and I don't think I could stretch that far without hurting."

Jim's laughing reply; "That's what Marge said the first time, too. But after deciding to try, she didn't want to get off of it."

"It didn't hurt me at all going in and Jim's right about me not wanting him to take it back out." By this time the sandwiches and drinks are on the table and all four sit down to eat. Sitting on opposite sides of the table hid both cocks from sight of the opposite couple, but everyone was eating one handed. Just as Jo finished her sandwich and was about to finish her drink Marge broke the silence asking;" Jo, I know you and Bob have been screwing but have you done any other sex acts?"

"If you are asking if I've sucked his cock or if he has sucked my clit, Yes. We both enjoy oral stimulation and I hope you aren't going to object."

"No objection. I would have suggested you try it if you hadn't already." Then to Bob; "Something you might try, Bob; push a well lubricated finger up Jo's rectum while your eating her pussy. The first time Jim did that to me I almost passed out with the intensity of my orgasm."

"She may have almost passed out but she always asks for it whenever I go down on her." Then patting one of Marge's tits; "How about It Marge? Want me to return the favor from the beach."

"Hell no. My cunt is too hungry for cock to settle for tongue. If you don't fuck me soon I'll have to ask Bob to do it."

"Mom! You said I couldn't have Jim so you can't have Bob. Besides I'm just as hot as you are." With this Jo faced Bob and grasping his cock with one hand guided it between her thighs, wrapped both arms around his neck, both legs around his hips and, needless to say, her vagina around his fully erect cock. "Let's get to bed and fuck!"

"Hay now!" Exclaimed Jim; "That's what I would call taking the bull by the horns; Or maybe 'settling the subject'." Then as Marge grasped his balls tugging in the direction of the bedroom; "OK, OK I 'm coming Marge, Take it easy." 

Only seconds later the only sounds are squeaking bed springs and an occasional OHH YES or FASTER as both couples couple.

Now Bob was not an 'All Night' type of lover and Jo seldom brought him to climax a third time in one night; usually only once each time they dated. She normally let Bob fuck her each time they went out and if she was having her period would either give him a hand job or suck him off. Only two or three dates a month they would, as tonight, sixty-nine to climax as well as fuck.

Bob had already come twice this night and was taking much longer to reach orgasm on this third encounter. Long before Bob was even close to orgasm Jo had climaxed twice and they had heard Marge squeal through her second climax. Almost two more minutes of long stroke fucking were required before Bob's balls began to tighten for his third ejaculation, and he whispered in her ear; "I'm going to come Jo."