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The Kingdom of Jones

By: ctemple



1.

The land between the rivers, in Southern Illinois, it's called Little Egypt. There are coal mines, corn fields and enumerable small towns, that you don't know about unless you're from there.

A little bit north of there is the land between the Mississippi and Illinois Rivers, it's called the Kingdom.

Trenton was right on the Illinois River, with the river on one side and the bluffs, or small hills on the other.

The high school in Trenton was back away from the water and was situated right below one of the bluffs, in case one of the floods that happened periodically would occur.

It was a small high school, and one of the math teachers, a Mr. Steinkuler got sick with a serious kidney ailment in late July 1984, right before the semester started.

He had ten year, so they couldn't replace him, and then the school board in August started looking around for a permanent substitute who could be there the whole fall semester and then maybe the spring semester as well.

They interviewed people for a couple of weeks and finally settled on a Ms Grandquist, a twenty seven year old part time teacher who had been subbing mostly around the St Louis area.

She had a connection to the area, which was probably why in the end she was hired, her uncle had owned a house right on the river, that she and her sister had inherited. They came there once in while in the summer.

The semester was starting in late August and Ms Grandquist was taking over all of the classes Steinkuler was scheduled to teach.

2.

Ms Grandquist arrived early for her first day, and sat in the teacher's lounge preparing her notes.

She was brainy enough and knew her onions about algebra. She was wearing glasses she really didn't need to make herself look older. Nevertheless, she still looked like she came right off the cheer leading squad. Fair skinned, a natural blond, medium height and leggy with a cute butt and nice chest without being stacked, she had a cute pouty mouth.

Ms Grandquist felt self conscious about not seeming old enough for these kids.

The kids were all lined up in front of their lockers, taking on the first day of school.

Terry Kells didn't want to be there, he didn't like school, he was older than many of the other kids but he didn't look it. He had pneumonia twice in the third grade and they had made him repeat it, so he had turned eighteen May 29, three months before school had started.

He had on jeans and a blue button down shirt. He was a baby faced kid with a good complexion, nice nose and a pretty mouth. 

His first class was college algebra with a substitute teacher that nobody knew anything about, he got the textbook out, grabbed a notebook, checked his pencils and forced himself to head for the classroom. 

The room had eighteen people in it besides him, he sat down in the far left side in the front.

In a little bit there was a blond headed girl who came in and began fiddling around with the teacher's desk, what was she doing that for?

Terry almost said something to her, and then it hit him, could that be the teacher?

He looked at her again more closely, yes she seem older than high school, but not really teacher like.

Terry stared at her and started to get an erection, when she turned around and he got a better look at her, she was gorgeous.

Wow! He thought to himself, little Miss Hotstuff.

In a little bit he noticed her checking her watch, then she said, "I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Ms Grandquist, I'm going to be teaching this class I think for most of the school year."

Then she went on to take roll.

Teery listened to her speak, she had a very clear and high voice, almost like a bell.

Ms Grandquist got up and stood in front of the desk and then walked around in front of it, explaining how the grades would be computed and quizzes and such.

Terry took notes, he also noticed she wasn't looking at anybody, and wondered if she was nervous.

While she had been walking back and forth, Miss Thing had dropped a pen on the floor, she hadn't noticed it and Terry picked it up.

After class was over Terry walked up to the teacher's desk with the pen.

Terry walked up to Ms Grandquist's desk, he would have rather been anywhere else, in the gym, at home, in the Arena watching the Blues, but nevertheless, he forced himself to approach Miss Hotstuff. Miss Thing made him nervous.

"I think you dropped this on your way to the blackboard," Terry said.

Terry held the pen out.

She stuck her hand out to take it without really looking at him, focusing on the pen.

She wasn't sure she wanted to deal with a kid, the first day, so she began to give a brusque thank you.

She hadn't really looked at the class that much, as she was nervous and wanted to be aloof and professional and all.

So she glanced at the kid standing in front of her.

She did a double take that he didn't notice, her mouth fell open until she remembered to shut it.

The kid had a very nice looking face, in fact he was one of the best looking kids Sally had ever seen. He was five eleven and wiry, skinny but strong looking, with blond wavy hair.

She smiled at the kid and said, "I'm Sally Grandquist, and you are..."

"Terry Kells," the kid said.

"Well hi Terry, do you like math?" she asked.

"Yeah, here and there," he replied.

Sally almost giggled at him, like when she was fourteen and in the presence of a cute guy.

"I'm very glad to meet you Ms Grandquist," Terry said.

"Hey it's nice to meet you," she said.

The kid didn't say anything for a few seconds, then he said, "You're not from around here are you?" he asked.

"Well, I've been living in Fenton Missouri," Sally replied, "my sister and I own a house here, and we come in the summer sometimes."

Terry said, "Welcome to The Kingdom."

Sally giggled at him, "The Kingdom of what?"

"I know, the Kingdom of Jones," she said facetiously.

"No, the Kingdom of Calhoun, I believe," Terry replied.

"Oh," she said with mock seriousness.

"The Kingdom of Jones," she said laughing again.

Why was she laughing so much? He only half understood, if that, that women laugh when they're interested.

She was laughing at him!

Well, she was, but not in the way he thought.

"I need to go," he said, "I'm really glad you're going to be our teacher."

"It's nice to meet you too," Sally said, smiling at the fresh faced kid.

Terry walked out the door and went down the hallway to his locker, he was completely jazzed, as only an eighteen year old boy can be. Ms Grandquist didn't seem like a teacher at all, but rather a pretty, sexy, reasonably intelligent college girl. He felt like somebody had shot a lightning bolt into his head, he could hardly think. How in the hell was he going to concentrate on college algebra like this?

Is it hot in here? Sally asked herself as she got ready for her next class. I need to go out and get some fresh air or something.

She walked down the steps and stood on the sidewalk for a few minutes.

3.

"I'm having trouble with this x³ + 27," Terry said. 

Sally replied, "Remember to keep factoring, you can take an x + 3 out of it, always try to factor if you can.

The night before Terry had gone to the movies in Alton with Sandy Black, a girl from the school, and had seen Ms Grandquist there with Mr. Matson, another teacher from Trenton High.

The movie had been Body Double, an erotic thriller.

"Did you like the movie," Terry asked Ms Grandquist after class.

"No, not really."

"You didn't, I thought it was great, it was one of the best movies I've ever seen," Terry said.

Sally said, "No, I didn't really like it, it was way too weird, the only part I liked was the part with Jake and Gloria at the beach, and the music, the music was great."

"Uh huh," Terry replied.

"Harry wanted to go, he's a big fan of Brian De Palma," Sally said.

"Yes, me too," Terry replied.

Terry paused a minute and then asked, "Do you have a favorite movie Ms Grandquist?" Terry asked.

"Yes, Where The Boys Are," she said.

"What, you mean the beach movie?" he asked somewhat surprised.

"Yes."

He started to laugh and didn't, realizing that she was serious.

"Well, that's nice," he replied.

Yes," she said, smiling faintly.

"I'm going to take off now, I'll see you later," he said.

"Bye Terry."

Terry tried to look for reasons to talk to Ms Grandquist, he found her fascinating, she was older and hot. Still, he was intimidated by the situation too.

Sally for her part, had tried various times to get him to see that she liked him, and that he should hit on her, and should not be bashful about it.

It went on like this for much of the fall semester.

Once, just after Halloween, he had been having trouble with cube root fractions, and Ms Grandquist had helped him, then suggestively said, she had a private tutoring lesson for him if he wanted it.

This blew his mind too, but he hadn't known what to say to that.

4.

Terry had hit on the idea that he would make a homemade Christmas card for Ms Grandquist in the hope that it would please her.

The last day of class before the Christmas break he waited until the other kids had left the classroom and came in with it.

Sally looked at the piece of paper, it was a well drawn inked picture of Santa up in the sky with two people down below looking up and waving.

"Well, this is just great Terry, I didn't know you drew," Sally said.

"Yeah, it's a hobby," he replied nervously.

"I can't draw, you did very well," she said.

"It's a Christmas card," Terry said.

"Well, thank you very much," she said.

She had a flirty face and she put it on in a half of a second.

Sally smiled her best smile, she was totally charged up that he had spent so much time making her a present.

"This is excellent!" she cooed at him.

Sally sighed.

Then she noticed, something was wrong, she could see it, he was staring at the floor.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing, I just got to go do some shopping in Alton, I'm late," Terry said quickly.

"Well this is really nice," she said touching his arm, "it's just beautiful."

What in the world was wrong?

What the hell was wrong? Sally asked herself.

He expected something in return! That was it!

It hit her hard, like she had been shoved.

"Well, I'm very grateful," she said, "you took so much time and all."

"Yeah, well sure, I gotta go now," Terry said.

"You have a nice Christmas," he said heading for the door.

"You too, have a great Christmas."

He shut the door and then she hit her forehead softly with the back of her palm, "Goddammit," she said.

Terry walked down the fairly empty hallways and stared at the closed lockers, sometimes all the crap in the world shows up in one spot all at once.

They had been friendly enough that he had dared to hope that she might at least give him a card or more, and now he was crushed. It was stupid, he knew it was stupid, teachers have more to think about than one student. Just because he had a crush on an attractive older woman didn't mean that she was going to spend a lot of time worrying about him.

He felt dumb and disappointed at the same time.

There were cute older male teachers around there she could date, ones she had, like Mr. Matson, and other guys in town, hell they always find somebody!

He shouldn't have done the drawing or planned at all on getting anything. He had to get to the car before he broke down. 

Terry opened the cold door and crawled inside. The tears started rolling down his face before he could get out of the parking lot.

Terry drove north along the river for while before he could calm down enough to go home.

5.

Sally had checked her makeup and hair in the mirror twice more before putting on her coat.

"Where are you going," her sister asked.

"The market."

"The market, I thought we had everything, what do you want from the store?"

"Some sugar."

She said goodbye to her sister who was staying with her for Christmas, and got in her car and started it.

She parked her car and got a cart, and began walking up and down the aisles, picking up two or three odd things that she didn't need, and peering around.

There he was, stacking vegetable cans!

"Terry, hi!" she said walking over to him.

"Hi, Ms Grandquist," he replied smiling at her.

"Last minute shopping?" he asked.

"Oh yes, you know how it is," she said.

"Are you enjoying your time off," she said, trying to make eye contact.

Her cute kid had a nicely shaped head, and pretty wavy light brown hair, and he had expressive dark green eyes. She would find herself staring at him thinking how pretty he was.

"Yes, I think my dad and I are going to go ice fishing."

"Well, that sounds great," she said, "you know I, I felt bad the other day when you gave me that wonderful drawing and I didn't give you anything, what would you want if you could have something?"

"I don't know," he said, staring at her.

"I mean like a present, something that could be wrapped, you know what I mean," she said.

Terry thought for a minute, then he said, "A copy of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

Sally looked at her cute kid and laughed.

"What in the world is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" she said between giggles.

"It's a comic book, a black and white comic book, my cousin in Kansas City told me about it," he said.

"Oh, it's comic book," she said.

Sally grinned at him, "Hey that sounds great, I guess you have other comic books then?"

He began stacking the cans again.

"Oh yes, quite a few," Terry said, looking back over his shoulder.

He couldn't decide whether she thought this was that funny, or was happy about something else. He was really excited as he always was around the pretty and older Ms Grandquist, and had trouble keeping his thoughts straight.

"I like Batman, and the Fantastic Four," Terry said.

"How many do you have then?" Sally asked.

He turned and looked at her, "At least a thousand."

"Oh wow!"

Ms Grandquist had a very expressive face and it was easy to see her emotions.

She pointed a finger at him and said, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."

"Right."

She laughed again.

"I haven't forgotten you," she said.

"I know," Terry said, "you don't have to do anything."

"Well, I'm gonna take off and let you get back to work," Sally said.

"Right, it was nice to talk to you Sally, and thanks for thinking of me."

"Well, sure, see ya," she replied.

"Bye," Terry said.

She sauntered out showing off two shapely hips and and a well turned butt.

Terry watched her leave while trying not to be obvious about it. Sometimes he got so excited, his chest almost hurt.

6.

"What's in the package Aunt Sally," her niece Kimberly asked.

"A comic book."

"Oh, a comic book, what kind of comic book?"

"Batman," Sally replied.

"Oh, can I see it?" the child said.

"No," Sally said.

"Who's it for?"

"Harry Matson, he's a teacher here at Trenton."

"He likes comics?"

"Yes, he's a collector," Sally said.

"I'm gonna take off for awhile," Sally said, "tell Kathy when she gets out of the bathroom, I'll be back when I get back."

"Okay," Kimberly said.

"Are you going to see Mr. Matson?" Kimberly asked.

"Yes."

It was a warm day for right before Christmas, forty five and sunny.

Sally picked the comic book and got into her car. She knew that Terry worked at Wallace's Grocery, and that he often went in in the middle of the morning, and, that often times he walked to work.

So she got out on the street and began looking for him, it was around ten in the morning.

Then she saw him walking up the sidewalk.

Sally honked at him and when he came over she said, "Hey, want to take a ride?"

"Sure."

He got in and said, "How are you today."

"Oh good," Sally replied.

Terry looked over at Miss Hotstuff, she had on a dark blue sweater and no coat, and some very tight hip hugger jeans, and she was wearing sun glasses. She tossed her hair around and then the light hit it, making it look even better than it usually did.

"Do you like your job there at the store?" Sally asked.

"Yeah, I think so, I don't make a lot of money, but I get some."

Terry said, "I saw the decorations that you put out at your house, those looked good."

"Well, thanks," Sally said.

Terry was uptight, he was always nervous around Miss Hotstuff, he adored her, but she made him tense.

Sally looked over at the cute young kid and smiled a nice smile, she said, "As it so turns out, I did get you something for Christmas."

"Oh really," he said smiling back.

"Why don't I pull in at the picnic spot and you can open it," Sally said.

Terry was totally excited, Miss Hotstuff had bought him a present!

She pulled in and parked.

Then Sally reached into the backseat and pulled out a wrapped package and handed it to him.

"There you go," Sally said.

Terry began unwrapping the package.

Sally said, "It's an important issue, first appearance of Penguin or something, the comic store guy said it was very important."

Terry held up and said, "Yes it's a key issue, The Penguin is a villain in Batman."

Sally, "Oh yeah, I remember The Penguin from the t.v. Show."

He held up as though it were an expensive diamond.

"Oh wow!" he said.

He seemed very pleased Sally thought, excellent! she became even more excited. She knew nothing about comics and could care less, but if the cutie wanted it, why not get it for him. It had only cost her $5.00! She was prepared to spend a lot more than that to please him.

"It looks old," Sally said.

"It is, 1963, I think," Terry said.

"Well I couldn't find Turtle Ninja, but I thought Batman would be good," Sally said.

Terry glanced over at her, the sunlight was bringing out highlights in her pretty hair.

"This was awesome!" he said with heat, "thank you very much."

"I did good then?" Sally said.

He picked her hand up and kissed it.

That made Sally's heart flutter.

Terry said, "You're very sweet."

Kiss me damn it! Sally's thought burned into her head.

She sighed and then he leaned into her putting his right arm around her left shoulder.

Her mouth came open and his hot tongue went in for the first time.

"Mmm!" she said.

Come on honey! Come on! Sally thought again, the feeling scorching her.

Then suddenly he grabbed her quickly pulling her hard into his body and his tongue slammed into her mouth, and she got the kind of kiss she wanted.

Terry was surprised at her, when he leaned in to kiss Ms Grandquist instead of her seeming surprised, her mouth opened expectantly and she tilted her head to one side.

And he could see the lust on her face, that was running through her thoughts like a torch.

Way to go honey! She thought, it's about time.

Terry was really turned on by the way she was acting, and he kissed her hard, his tongue shoving it's way into he again and again.

Her face got a satisfied look that he found hypnotic.

Ms Grandquist said, "I know what you were up to sweetie, you wanted to get me alone so you could do this."

"That's not the way it was at all," Terry protested.

She kissed him again, "Don't lie to me."

"But I'm not lying."

He was getting hard as a rock now.

She kissed his ear, and said, "I know what you were up to."

"You're interesting Sally," he said.

She said, "That's a good compliment honey."

He looked at her and he could see her staring at him, her emotions written all over her expressive face.

Seeing the lust burning in her face was a big aphrodisiac for him and he grabbed her again, pulling her tightly into his body.

She grabbed her little golden boy back as hard as she could, and her pulse raced, she kissed him harder and faster.

"Wow!" Sally breathed, her hot tongue going in at out as quick as she could get it to go.


The Kingdom of Jones



Then she noticed a car that had parked in the picnic area.

"Uh oh," she said breaking away.

"What is it?"

"We've got company."

Sally said, "Do you know them?"

"I don't know."

They seemed like three teenagers sitting in a car.

Sally said, "I have an official position, I could get canned you know, I got to be discreet."

"Sorry," Terry said, and felt his terrific hardon wilting.

"It's a lot more my fault than it is yours," Sally said with mild incredulity.

Then she laughed and put her head against his neck.

She straightened up and gave him her sexy smile, she said, "There'll be other times buddy."

"Well, I don't want to be late for work," he said disappointedly.

"I'll run you over there."

"Sonavabitch," Terry said.

"I agree."

7.

The sun was out on a pretty decent April day. Some of the students were watching the light come in the windows.

Later when the class was not quite empty, Ms Grandquist said something about her needing somebody to help her out around the yard, and to fix up the house she was staying and stuff.

Terry tried to volunteer but the fear of rejection, or whatever it was haunted him again, and he hung back.

Then Mike Florian, one of the other male students in the class stepped up to her desk and said he would like to do it.

Terry didn't like Mike anyway, but he despised him at that moment.

Then then he looked at Ms Grandquist, and she had a look that he hadn't seen before, then she glared at him.

It was clear that she had expected him to volunteer and then he hadn't!

He hoped that she would tell Mike no, but she didn't, instead politely telling him when to come over.

8.

He was standing in her yard waiting for her when she pulled up and parked.

"I'm here to help Ms Grandquist," he said politely.

"How long have you been here," she asked.

"Not long."

She shook her head and stared at him, "It's not going to work out Terry, why don't just go home."

"But why?" he asked.

"Why, do I have to draw you a blueprint, it's just not happening, you had your chance and you just won't take it, now go," Ms Grandquist said.

He was crestfallen, and it hadn't taken long either, just like that!

There wasn't going to be any extra chance or anything.

He walked back up to the porch and picked up a small box that was sitting there.

Terry didn't say anything, he just picked it up, and walked away.

He felt really bad, but he knew it would get much worse in a few hours.

This is going to be bad, he thought.

"What's the box?" she asked.

He got to his car and opened the door.

"Nothing," he replied.

Terry got in his car and pulled out the key and put it in the ignition.

Sally walked over to the car, she said, "What's with the box?"

"Just a note, besides what do you care?"

Sally said, "Why put a note in a box?"

"Because I didn't have an envelope," Terry said angrily.

"Who puts an note in a box?"

He really wanted to get out of there.

"Terrence Kells, that's who," he retorted.

Sally leaned on the car, then she said, "If you were here to apologize and help me with my plants anyway, then why write a note?"

"Because you weren't here," Terry said coldly.

"Well, let's have the note," she said, "it's mine and I'd like to see it."

"Well, I don't want to do it now," he said.

"Why does a box with a note in it have a ribbon on it?"

"Alright, alright, shit, I was going to give you a present, before you tossed me out, I felt bad because I copped out before, I was trying to do something for you," Terry said.

He was really unhappy now.

He refused to look at her.

"Can I see it?"

"I don't know."

Sally stroked his cheek.

"Why don't you let me see it," she said.

He didn't say anything.

"Why don't you come back up on the porch and we'll look at it," Sally said.

"Alright," he said.

She stepped back away from the car and let him out.

She grabbed his arm and wrapped around it as they walked to the porch.

His emotions now were difficult to describe, a mixture of euphoria, and pain. 

They sat down on the porch.

Sally laughed a little bit, she said, "Let me have it sweetie."

He handed her the box.

"Well, it can't be very big," she said.

Sally opened the box quickly, it was a gold ring!

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "you spent all your store money on me!"

"Not all of it," he replied.

It wasn't really expensive, but her kid had spent everything that he could on her, and she was beside herself, with excitement.

She gushed, "Well it's absolutely gorgeous, I just love it!"

"It's incredible, honey, thank you!"

Terry looked at her for the first time, 

She put it on her right hand, stood up and held it out in front of him, and held it towards the sun.

"Look at this!" she said excitedly.

Then she gave him a beautiful smile.

"This rocks!" she said.

"You make it look good," he said.

He stood up and she jumped into his arms.

"You've never seen my house, have you?" she asked.

"Nope, not on the inside."

"Well, let's go," she said taking his hand.

Then they stood in the her living room necking.

Every time he looked at her eyes they shown like a couple of super nova stars. Then the pretty mouth opened again and another hot yummy tasting kiss came.

He pulled her closer, liking the way arms went around his neck and the way her breasts felt against his chest.

Sally was a giggly girlish sort of lover.

She kissed him and laughed again, "You remember when we first met and you were babbling on about the Kingdom of Jones, you were so cute trying to figure out something to talk about."

Another hot kiss started.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Terry said.

The walls were blue, Terry could see over her shoulder.

"You're a good kisser," Terry said.

"Well, thanks."

Terry got his arms and hands around her good now, squeezing and pulling her hard into him. He heard her sigh appreciatively and this added another adrenaline rush to his excitement.

Sally's nice hot tongue darted in and out and Terry moaned.

"Wow!" he said.

"Yeah sweetie!" she said.

Her arms tightened around him and she began kissing his neck and right ear.

Terry wasn't a virgin, but he might as well have been, the time that he had had sex, was the prom the year before, his date had decided that she would let him screw her and the affair was awkward and unpleasant, nothing like the electrically charged sexuality that ran between him and Ms Grandquist.

It was amazing for Terry, she melted into him as though she had always been there.

He looked over her shoulder again and she caught him at it this time.

"What are looking you for?" she asked.

When he didn't say anything, she said, "Is it the bedroom?"

Then she laughed again, "Well you want to find it, lets go look for it."

She took his arm, put herself around it, and guided him towards a room on the right side of the hall.

Sally guided him through the door and then quickly began taking her top off and jeans, and then watched intently as her cute kid took his off, it was a look that he had never seen before, that kind of intensity was an incredible turn on, but a little scary.

Sally laid down and Terry got in after her, climbing on top of Miss Thing, the sweet perfumey smell that he had noticed in the hallway, he smelled again, it was a nice smell and he liked it a lot.

Sally wrapped around him again in bed the same way she had before when they were standing up, her arms and legs went tightly around him as though they were one person who had melted together.

Sally was an enthusiastic kisser to say the least, and her hot tongue began to go to work on her cute kid again, as soon as her arms and legs got wrapped tightly around him again.

Her heart thumped in her chest and she was already quite wet.

She guided him into her wet waiting pussy and sighed when he got into her for the first time.

Terry looked down at her, the burning intensity that was all over her face was fascinating for him, she already had a look of euphoria. She caught him looking at her and he got a scalding hot kiss in return.

Sally caressed his skin, loving the way he felt and smelled. Her hands kneaded his back and neck.

Miss Grandquist was gorgeous and sexy, and she was giving him a roll through the hay to break his heart.

Her ass was just as hot and delectable as her kisses, and their screwing together brought grateful sighs and moans from Terry.

He was incredibly moved by how she kept kissing him and how tight she grabbed him, like she didn't want him to get away.

Terry ground into her harder and harder in response, and she seemed to pull him in tighter on each humping thrust.

Sally grinned to herself, happy that she pleased her handsome kid.

Terry was sweating from his excitement, "I don't want to go too fast."

Sally giggled at that, "Don't worry sweetie, then we'll just go again."

The kid's dick was young and strong, and their bodies screwed together again and again, and again, presently wave after wave of hot sticky pleasure began radiating from Sally's abdomen into her entire body.

Her mouth fell open and she breathed even harder, as she felt herself moving towards the hot blast of orgasm!

She felt his cock spasming and grinned to herself that it couldn't be much longer now, that a burning hot ejaculation would shoot her right into the stratosphere of her own orgasm.

And Sally squeezed him tight and pushed her ass up against the thrust to get him into her as much as humanly possible, all the while encouraging him to go harder and faster!

His cock shuddered and then shot load after load of hot funky cum into Sally for the first time!

Sally felt a tremendous jolt receiving him, he was a sweet kid and she had wanted him for quite awhile, and it amazing pleasure to possess him now.

After a little bit she rolled over on top of him, she ran her hand through his pretty hair and she began kissing his neck and face.

Then after the ear and neck kissing progressed, she felt him begin to harden inside her again, and she put her hand away from running through his hair and coiled around his body again. 

Terry felt her go around him tightly again, just like before only she was on top of him this time.

Sally's hot tongue darted in and out of his mouth over and over again.

She panted and said, "You could have come over before, I wanted you to."

Terry said, "I got you a ring, I was trying to be nice."

She gave him another lip smacking kiss and said, "You are being nice, buddy, that ring was extra special."

He was an adorable kid, almost a golden boy for her, she had pursued him, wanted to possess him, was now totally doing it, and she was pouring it on, giving him lots of hot dreamy sex.

Sally had had a terrible crush on him just pretty much from the time she had first laid eyes on him.

Terry had felt that she was amazingly beautiful and chic, calling her Miss Hotstuff to himself. He felt that he had been too young for her and that would want somebody older, he seemed surprised and shocked by her crush.

Sally opened her eyes long enough to look down at him, his face had a sort of ecstatic look, good! She thought.

Then she snuggled deeper in his arms and ground harder on his nice penis.

She ground her hips away at working them towards another deep satisfying orgasm.

Sally humped away at the kid as if her life depended on it.

Sally had admired his hard penis, it was as pretty as the rest of him was, and she screwed him trying to get him as deep inside of her pussy as possible.

Terry pulled pulled hard on her, caressing her back and squeezing.

Sally's heart pounded in her ears, she was waiting impatiently for his cock to shoot more loads of his beautiful cum in her waiting cunt to give her another mind blasting orgasm.

They had a good rhythm going and Terry put his lips around her tongue on every kiss.

Then he felt himself getting close, he was at the last stages before another wad was shot out. Wow! Was all he could think, his mind was gone after the amazing sex!

Sally felt he was getting close and encouraged him to shoot, "Come on honey," she said, "Come on baby!"

He heard himself shout and he sent shot after shot of cum into that burning hot pussy!

Sally ground herself around it tight and then felt the same hot blast of orgasm that had made her reel before.

Sally kissed him again, she said, "Lets rest for a little bit, I don't want to wear you out."

So then he leaned back against a pillow and she put her head down between his shoulder and his neck. He put his arms around her just below her breasts.

Then after a bit they were laying propped up in bed, holding hands. 

9.

Terry parked the car and walked back to the shed that sat a hundred feet or so behind the house.

His dad was sitting in there painting a duck decoy.

"How's it going?" he said.

"Good," Terry replied.

He walked over to where his father was sitting, "You putting on a new weight?"

"I'm painting it and then I'm attaching a new weight, how're you doing with Ms Grandquists's plants?"

"Good, just doing some trimming."

Terry and his father looked nothing alike, the father was more on the shortish side and had red hair and high cheekbones.

"That's good, why don't you take a shower and get that junk off yourself before your mom smells it Keed," his dad said without looking up from his work.

"What're you talking about?" Terry asked sharply.

"What do you think I'm talking about, you smell like a shot up barber shop, how many bottles of perfume has she got?"

"Okay, okay," Terry said quickly.

"Are you telling me not to go over there anymore?" Terry asked.

"No, I'm not telling you that, my advice to you is keep your mother off your back," his father said.

"And take a shower for crying out loud."

10.

Ms Grandquist and I went fishing several times, and we made love every time I went there, in what was arguably the best summer I ever put in.

Postscript

Dear diary, I know it's been more than twenty years, but I just got you out last week, and was re reading you.

At the end of the movie Patton, the general remarks, "That all glory is fleeting." 

And I feel that's what I've learned about the best things in life. You're the diary that I kept in high school, and I just recently got you out and looked at you. You've been kept in a trunk with my Batman comic book, that's now stored in a Mylar plastic bag. 

To go on: I only saw Ms Grandquist one time after that summer, it was briefly at the Greene County fair about two years later. Mr. Steinkuler got over his kidney problems and came back to teaching, and Ms Grandquist got a permanent teaching job around Pekin, married and went to the east coast, at least that's what I heard.

We wrote back and forth for awhile, but she'd moved away and I was in college, after a little bit, the letters stopped.

They let you grab the brass ring but they lots of times don't let you hold it for long.

Was it worth it, I second guess it more and more as I get older.

She felt, I'm sure, that I was too shy, and was reluctant to pursue her the way she thought I should have. And I wouldn't deny that, I even felt guilty about it.

Of course she was the one who was older, with experience, it occurred to me, that much, and maybe all of this could have been expedited loads faster without all of the female type head games about sex. Women never quite seem to grasp this.

But as I look back on 1984, I'm grateful that I got to do what I did, as short amount of time as it was, that I got to grasp it even for a little bit, I think.

I never did get a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #1, but I did get #2 and #3.

December 2009