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 Subject: Uncle Micky - The Best Fucking Year Ever - part 1

   Story Codes: M/f oral, M/F

   Summary: Coach Wilkinson relates a tale to Uncle Micky regarding the
best fucking year of his life ...  so far!  Coach is enchanted by a lovely
first-year teacher, allured by young Shanna, and taken by ninth grader Liz.


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   The Best Fucking Year Ever!  Uncle Micky - UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com

   Prologue

   I was bored out of my mind.  I had no interest at all in the game on TV
and the rest of the offerings were just plain shit!  I searched the
streaming services and found nothing I wanted to watch.  Earlier I had
jerked off to some hot lesbian porn and didn't feel the need to watch any
more.  I needed to do something!  I read shit-loads of stuff and just
didn't feel like reading anything at the moment.

   I wandered into the kitchen and searched for a drink.  Nothing!  I try
not to drink much at home, especially when alone and bored.

   I sat at the kitchen table and decided I did indeed want a drink.  I
tidied up a bit and headed to the Lodge.  Many years ago some friends of
mine convinced me to join their Lodge.  I found the place and members to be
very welcoming.  I've moved several times since, and every place I've lived
has had a Lodge.  One thing is absolutely true; you always have brothers,
and now sisters, at the Lodge.

   I really liked this particular Lodge.  I've been involved here for
several years and have managed to make many acquaintances and a couple of
real friends.

   The lounge area of the Lodge was pretty empty when I arrived.  Susie,
the withered bartender, looked at me and I replied, "A pint."

   She gave me a crooked grin and poured a pint of Bass Ale.  I scanned the
room and off at a side table sat Jeff Wilkinson.  Jeff was an interesting
fellow and we had shared more than a few beers over the years.  He lifted
his glass to me and I wandered to his table, greeting a few other members
along the way.

   Jeff had been a very successful high school basketball coach in town
many years ago.  Most people still called him Coach W.  I never inquired
about his departure from that position, I heard things, rumors mostly. 
Supposedly, the situation involved female students, his ex-wife, and a
married co-worker.  Regardless, he had made quite a lot of money in the
real estate business since his departure.

   We sat and exchanged pleasantries.  We then exchanged some disdain over
the human condition.  Eventually, we agreed that beer was a moral good and
we needed another round.

   At one point we raised and clicked our glasses in a toast to Johnny
Unitas.  As we set our glasses on the table, Jeff said, "You've never asked
me about my past.  Sooner or later everyone does ..."

   I was surprised by this comment and immediately I was very interested;
but, I knew that if he had something to tell me, he would do it of his own
volition.

   "Jeff, I don't pry.  I try to take things as they are."

   "Yeah, but I've seen people telling you about themselves ...  pretty
racy stuff too.  You pay real close attention ...  I was on the internet
the other night.  Surfing around, you know, porn shit and stuff.  I came
across a website filled with stories.  Pretty damn good, pretty fucking
hot. Anyway, I read one and if I'm not mistaken, I think the main
characters were Ted and his niece."

   The accusation hung in the air.  Fuck!  I thought I had pretty much
hidden their identities perfectly!  I had no choice but to deny!  Deny! 
DENY!

   "Don't know what you're talking about Jeff, and I'm not too sure if I
care for the insinuation or accusation."

   Jeff laughed a little and said, "Good God man, I don't give a fuck!  It
is a great tale and you made it better!  Oh, I figured out your penname
pretty quick.  Really, I don't care!  I'm not telling anyone.  What I want
to know is ...  do you want a good fucking story?  I mean a good story, a
good story with good fucking?"

   I ordered up another round and listened.

   The Coach's Best Fucking Year Ever (as told by The Coach)

   It's been my experience that very few things in life "just happen."
There are things that occur that come together, culminate, at some point.
Kind of like that "Butterfly Wing" thing.  Know what I mean?  Now, what
happened in that great fucking year was the culmination of two years of
unrelated events, or so they seemed at the time.

   I graduated college and the only job I could get was at Summersville
High School.  They needed a basketball coach and no one would touch the job
with a ten foot pole.  In my third year we were contending.  Our biggest
win came against Westside.  That was a Tuesday night and that Friday we
were going to play Southside.  We pretty much ran them out of our gym that
night.  After the game, a gentleman came up and shook my hand.

   He palmed a business card to me and said, "Call me, if you're
interested."

   Turns out, that gentleman was the Principal of Westside High, Steve
Connors.  For the next eleven years, I was at Westside.  In those years we
never had a losing season.  We only missed the playoffs once and made it to
the finals four times.  We brought the first state title in basketball to
that school.  I had great kids and was given complete control of the
program.  All those years, my best friend was Steve Connor.  Steve stuck
with me through thick and thin.  We had his family; Steve, his wife Erin,
and their two kids over to our house.  My wife, Jane, and I were guests at
his house.  Christ, we took vacations together!  I swear ...  I was on top
of the world!

   During my last year, CC State College came sniffing around and offered
me their basketball job.  At the same time, Thee Big University was making
inquiries about making me an assistant coaching position.  Shit!  Life was
great!

   During what was to become my last season, Steve missed his first games.
He told me he was spending too much time away from his family and would be
handing administrative duties over away games to an Assistant Principal. 
It sounded reasonable to me.  A week later, Jane tells me she didn't feel
like making the trips to away games.  I didn't give it a second thought.

   Yeah, you got it!  Goddamned Steve was coming over to my house, fucking
my wife, in my bed while I'm at away games.  I don't know how it started
and I don't care!  Anyway, he asked me to call when a game was over to tell
him the score and highlights.  So there I was, calling and talking to the
fucking asshole while he's either fucking my wife or having his dick sucked
by her.  Then he goes home and is able to tell his wife all about the game.

   Pretty good plan if you think about it.

   Anyway, about halfway through the season, I'm at the Piggly Wiggly
picking up some shit and I run into Erin.  We shoot the shit and the last
thing she says is, "Sometimes I wish Steve didn't have to go to all your
games.  Especially the away games, the kids miss him so much."

   I covered for him.

   As I drove home, I started to think.  I formulated a plan.  We had the
ACAD Academy away game coming up and we weren't likely to even play our
starters.  I decided to take "ill" at half time and leave the game; my
assistant could handle it.  Everything went as planned and at about the
time the second half tip-off was happening, I was looking at Steve's car
parked in my driveway.

   There was quite a scene.  I beat on Steve pretty good and Jane called
the cops.  Who shows up?  Deputy Bennett, that's who!  Dave Bennett played
for me five years ago and now he's in the middle of a major domestic
disturbance involving his old coach and principal.  He calms us down and
then calls the school superintendent.  In a half hour he's at my house, as
well as the actual County Sheriff.

   Now, me and the wife, we hadn't been getting along too well for a couple
of years.  We put on a good front for everyone, but at home it was like
ice. I wasn't mad at Steve for fucking her or her fucking him.  I was mad
at Steve because he betrayed me!  The son of a bitch stabbed me in the
back. Shit!  If he, or she, had asked, I probably would have given them my
permission.

   Anyway, I spilled this in front of the Sheriff, the Superintendent and
Dave Bennett.  As you know, the Superintendent is a true man of God, a good
Christian man.  But he understands the weaknesses and faults of people.  He
convinces the Sheriff to let him settle the situation.  Both Steve and I
agreed to adhere to whatever the superintendent decided.

   Three weeks later, Steve was reassigned to an open Elementary School
Principalship.  The reason given was that he needed more time with his
family.  I had to resign at the end of the season and, the next year, I was
assigned to Southside, teaching "challenged" ninth graders.  The
superintendent told me I was "suspended" from coaching for two years and if
I tried to go elsewhere, he would blackball me.

   Erin never knew a thing about anything, which, was the way she was about
most of life.  Jane and I split that night.  The divorce was finalized by
the end of the school year and she moved to Phoenix to be with her sister.
We had a No-Fault divorce and neither of us could make any other claims on
the other.  She insisted on this since she and her sister were planning on
becoming very successful Amway associates or some such shit.

   So, this puts us in the next year.  I was starting all over at a new
school.  The basketball coach, Pete James, thought for sure he was out the
door until I told him my coaching days were over.  He tried to get me to
assist but I turned him down.  Didn't matter, no way the Superintendent
would approve; he had been clear about that.  The coach and I did talk
quite a bit "ball" though.

   One day he mentioned that his wife, who ran a real estate agency, was
looking for new agents.  He said the test was easy and that I would
probably be a good agent.  I gave it some thought and decided that I should
try and make some extra money with my new free time.  In no time at all I
was licensed and making sales!  For some reason, people bought what I was
selling!  I felt pretty good about that call.  Sometimes that real estate
money can be pretty fucking good!

   Two other things happened that year that developed into something more:
One involved a first year teacher.  Since I was new at Southside, I had to
attend a daylong orientation, as well as a welcome dinner.  The orientation
was before the beginning of the school year and held in the school library.
I sat in the back, at a table by myself.  The Principal, who really wasn't
too happy with me being there, pretty much stayed out of my way and let me
do as I wished.  Anyway, five minutes into his presentation, in walks a
leggy brunette in a tight skirt and frilly blouse.

   This girl was in her early twenties, not the prettiest thing you've ever
seen, but something about her worked.  Ever see a video with a semi-porn
star named Mila Azur?  Well, that's kind of the vibe going with this girl.
Go take a look if you care.  She had long brown hair and an engagement ring
on her left ring finger.  She smiled at me and slipped into the chair next
to me.  We sat together the entire day.  She was a quite a cut-up, with
snarky remarks and a running commentary on what was going on.  Her name was
Betty and she was going into her first year of teaching.  Turned out she
was going to teach the same bunch of ninth graders that I was going to
have.

   At the welcome dinner that night, she sat next to me and we became
friends.  I liked the way she touched my arm when she wanted to share
something with only me.  She was gregarious with the other teachers and
seemed to fit in real easy.  I hung back and fulfilled my requirements.  I
was older, divorced and reserved.  She was young, outgoing ...  and
engaged.

   The second thing that happened that year was Shanna.  Shanna was a
student in one of my classes.  Shanna was a very pretty blonde.  She stood
out immediately from her peers, primarily because of her looks and also
because of the way she dressed.  She wasn't slutty or overdressed, but she
made a pair of jeans and a t-shirt come alive.  She was a bit more than
properly developed for a fourteen year-old girl, with all the proper curves
and developing bumps.

   Shanna was polite, mannered and sharp.  She was also bright.  As I got
to know her, I found out she was very intelligent, but her hidden
insecurities kept her from shining through.

   Let's be clear about something: being a male and working around young
girls can be a challenge!  For the vast majority of us it's just a part of
the work day.  For those on the outside, many of them find it hard to
believe that we're not spending the entire day drooling over the young
pussy.  Guys like that in our profession don't last for long.  I'm
personally responsible for the removal of three of those lecherous
bastards.

   Let me give you an example of something like reality: There is a movie
called Mr.  Holland's Opus.  All together, a pretty average movie with a
predictable plot line and obvious ending.  Watching the movie, you can tell
whoever wrote it, wrote it from the inside.  Anyway, throughout the guy's
career, there is only one girl that gets to him.  One girl, who could make
him leave everything.  He doesn't, but Emmy R makes it incredibly tempting.
That aspect of the story was pretty accurate.  Nothing happened; but, all
the ingredients were there.

   It's the connection that matters.  With Shanna, I still can't explain
it. The second week of school I had the class working in self-selected
groups.  I was sitting with a group off to one side.  She was across the
room and had a question.  I signaled her over.  She was wearing white jeans
and a white t-shirt.  She stood next to me and leaned down to show me what
she didn't understand on the assignment sheet.  I caught a whiff of her
natural scent, she leaned an arm on my shoulder, some of her hair brushed
the side of my face.

   She said, "Sorry" and flipped her hair away.

   I said, "No problem." and went on to answer her question.  She stood
next to me and listened.

   With a smile she said, "Thanks Mr.  W!" and walked back to her desk.

   It was that walk back to her desk that got to me.  She knew I was
watching and she made the most of every step she took.  The connection was
made.  I became a part of her life that year.  I knew everything about her
home life.  Her parents had split years ago, they had never married.  Her
mom worked two jobs to provide for her and her younger brother.  In many
ways, she and her mom were co-mothers to her brother.  She told me about
every boy who tried to be with her.  She rejected most and even brought a
couple of possibilities by for my approval.  A couple of them were O.K. 
and I told her as much.

   We made it through the school year and she was very sad to see it end.
She commented that she would miss seeing me every day over the summer.

   Now, Betty added to that year as well.  We had the same planning period
and during the year we became very close.  She liked to tease me about
Shanna, calling her my "little-girlfriend." Once, I thought Betty had gone
too far and she quickly apologized and expressed her great respect for me
and hoped I wasn't upset with her.  I quickly accepted her apology and we
were O.K.

   I met Betty's fiancé at a teacher social event early in the school year.
To say I was unimpressed with Scott would be an understatement.  For the
life of me, I couldn't see what she saw in him.  I asked her once how they
met and she told me they had been dating since high school and everyone
just expects that they will get married.

   They had a Christmas wedding planned and Betty invited me.  I sent my
regrets.  After school, on the last day before Christmas break, she caught
me in the hallway outside my classroom and asked me if I would reconsider,
that she hoped I would come.  I expressed my regrets and turned to go back
in my room.  She didn't say a thing; she turned and headed down the
hallway.

   Something came over me; I stepped back in the hallway and called to her.

   "Betty!  Hold on ...  come back ...  I'm sorry."

   She was silhouetted by the light from the window at the end of the empty
hall.  She stopped, dropped her head, paused, and then turned back.  Slowly
she approached, women's briefcase in one hand, her lunch bag in the other.
Her shoulders were down and she eyed me cautiously.  I stood aside and
guided her through the classroom door.  She stepped inside and turned to
face me.  I took the briefcase and bag from her hands and set them down on
the nearest desk.

   I took her by the arms and said, "Betty, don't do it.  Please, don't do
it!"

   I've never seen her look as sad as she did then, "I can't call it off
... Everyone is expecting me ..."

   "Fuck everyone, when you get down to it, there's only you ...  and me."

   She fell forward into my chest, I wrapped her in my arms around her and
repeated, "Don't do it."

   She ducked out of my grasp, grabbed her stuff and walked out the door. I
heard her run down the hall.

   She went through with the wedding.  Things were different for a while. I
tried my best to be the same; she seemed to be trying to keep her distance.


   Slowly things began to return to normal, whatever the fuck that was!  On
more than a few occasions she asked me to join her and Scott for dinner, or
some event.  In each and every case I declined.  Once I even told her that
if it was just her, I would gladly accept.  There were some faculty events
where seeing the two of them was unavoidable.  I usually stayed long enough
for propriety's sake, then departed.

   I can't explain it ...  kind of like the forbidden fruit or something.
Damn!  She got to me!

   The end of the year arrived and that meant the legendary Southside end
of the year faculty party.  It was a raucous, drunken, bacchanalian legend.
One long time faculty member owned some acreage outside of town alongside a
small lake and had several shelters near the shoreline.  The administration
spent the day cooking and copious amounts of alcohol were laid in.

   It was everything it was reported to be.  It was one of the best times I
ever had with a faculty.  Betty showed up ...  without Scott.  We had a
fair amount of interactions and she got friendlier with every drink she
took.  I was cautious, I really liked her, I didn't want to put myself out
there, like I had done in December.

   The day was closing and everyone was gathered at a shelter.  I was
standing in the rear, leaning against a concrete block piling as various
lip-synch performances had everyone entertained.  Betty came up on the
other side of the piling and slid in between me and the piling.  I placed
my hand on the small of her back and she snuggled in closer.

   I slowly turned my hand until the tips of my fingers were under the top
of her shorts.  She giggled and moved her ass around a bit.  I adjusted and
slid my hand down until I had her bare right ass cheek firmly in my hand.
She moved closer and moaned.  I had to step in front of her a bit in order
to get in a proper position.  I moved my hand further down and inside and
moved for the hole.

   She was leaning hard into me.  I could feel her tits starting to press
into my side.  From the corner of my eye I spotted movement.  I quickly
repositioned us in time to greet one her friends who was the designated
driver.

   Sandy commented, "I'm glad to see the two of you getting along once and
for all."

   Betty slowly pushed by me and said, "Coach, we'll catch up later."

  
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   Back at the Lodge

   Coach looked at me and said, "You want another?"

   I begged off and he said, "Tell you what, you ever been to Edwin's
Steakhouse?"

   "Can't say that I have, but I hear it is excellent."

   "OK, tell you what, you look pretty tired; I'm kind of beat myself. 
Let's say we meet there tomorrow at seven and have some dinner, on me. 
I'll finish the story and you can tell me what you think."

   "Coach, so far you got me.  Seven sounds good.  See you then."

   The next evening we met at Edwin's and had an unbelievable meal.  Edwin
himself came over to greet Coach and sat at our table for a little bit
after we were done.  We exchanged pleasantries, when Edwin got up to leave
us; he picked up the tab and carried it away.

   Coach leaned in and said, "That reminds me of something else that went
on a few years back when I was at Westside.  I'll tell you about that
later."

   Two pints of stout were delivered to the table and the Coach picked up
where he left off.

  
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   So, my second, and last year, at Southside turned into one, fucking,
great, year!

   Over the summer I worked full-time on the Realty business and was raking
in the dough.  I made more that summer than I did teaching the previous
year!  Shows you how fucking bad teachers are paid.

   Anyway, over the summer I heard twice from Betty.  One time she wants to
know if I wanted to come over for dinner.  She and Scott were having a
dinner party for our teacher team at school.  Again, I declined.  I made up
a sorry-ass excuse that she knew was a lie but had no choice but to accept.


   Then she called a few weeks later wondering if I would join them for
dinner.  I didn't say anything.  She eventually says, "Are you still
there?"

   I said, "Yes, I've always been here."

   There was silence on the line.  I added, "I've said this before, and you
know exactly how I feel.  I want to see you; but, it has to be you alone. I
don't want to come over for dinner with you and fucking Scott or with a
bunch of other fucking people.  We have to work together and function
together.  I don't have to socialize with you and your husband."

   I thought she was going to say something, and thought I heard her start;
but there was nothing.  I hung up on her.

   Through the first three weeks of school Betty behaved as if she was
embarrassed to talk to or be around me.  I figured I was barking up the
wrong tree and altered my routine so I wouldn't be bumping into her during
or after the school day.  Anyway, I had no clue as to the turmoil I was
putting her through!

   What helped was that the Principal had changed my room and teaching
assignment.  I was moved from the main building out to one of those
portable classrooms.  It was pretty fucking sweet!  Brand spanking new with
all the bells and whistles!  There was even a storage room with a small
working bathroom.  Shit, I could have lived in there!  I was given
honors-level ninth grade classes.

   I've brought up two of the three things that made it a great fucking
year.  The third thing showed up in my class that year.  The group of kids
I had that year were almost unbelievable!  They were the most sociable and
academically talented bunch I ever encountered.  They could sit and
seemingly aimlessly talk while at the same time produce the most thoughtful
work I had ever seen from ninth graders.

   They could switch between socializing and philosophizing at the drop of
a hat.  They loved talking to adults.  Groups like this come along once a
decade.  What this means is that among them are the most intelligent and
sociable girls you'll ever meet!

   From out of this group came Elizabeth.  She wasn't as outgoing as her
peers but had the same open nature as them.  One day, after school, a group
of the guys were in my room working overtime on a presentation.  As is
their wont, they drifted off topic.  I was at my desk grading papers and I
don't think it ever occurred to them that I could hear their discussion.

   Boy 1 - "No way, I don't believe you!  No way she did that!  Ricky,
you're full of shit!" Boy 2 - "Yep, I heard that about her, she's done it
with TJ also." Boy 1 - "Y'all are full of it, not Elizabeth, not with
Ricky!" Ricky - "I'm telling you the god-honest truth.  She ...  gave ...
me ...  a ...  blow ...  job." Boy 3 - "I was at that party, it happened."
Boy 1 - "No way ..." Ricky - "Way!" Boy 2 - "TJ said it was after the skate
party last year ...  out in the parking lot." Boy 3 - "Think she'd do it
for me?" Ricky - "I don't know, she can be kind of picky, only wants the
best of men!" Boy 1 - "You are so full of shit!" Boy 3 - "Fuck you Ricky!"

   Upon the drop of the F-Bomb, they all looked at me.

   I glared at them and said, "Did I hear what I just thought I heard?"

   "No, Mr.  W, you didn't hear what you thought you heard!"

   "We were just talking, Ricky's being a ...  a jerk!"

   "So it was Ricky I heard?"

   "No, Mr.  W., it wasn't me!  We didn't mean anything.  We're sorry!"

   "Fine, get back to work!"

   Of course I found this fascinating!  Elizabeth?!  God, she was
something. A tall, lean blonde; she had sort of a Darryl Hannah look about
her.  Not a classic beauty but, a look that would break some hearts. 
Elizabeth was taller than most of the other girls and presented herself as
very nice, very mannered, very polite, very smart.  If this information was
true, there was much more going on behind those blue eyes than she let on.

   I treated her no different than any other kid.  In some ways, I kept her
a little further away than other kids.  I think that may have been the
trigger for what was to come.

   Before I get too far ahead of any one part, let me try and even up what
was happening.

   Shanna was now in tenth grade.  She passed my room every day as she
walked to her English class.  I usually stood outside and monitored the
walkways between classes and each day she would stop and spend a few
moments with me.  Every day we connected just a little bit more.

   I think it was October when I noticed that she was losing weight.  Now,
she tried to wear loose clothes but, I could see it.  I had to ask.  She
downplayed the whole thing.  It took a week before she showed up in my room
after school on the verge of a breakdown.  Now, I'm good ...  but I'm not
that kind of good.  I gathered her up and escorted her to the guidance
office.

   She was out of school for two weeks at some anorexia rehab-type of
place. The first time I visited her, she wouldn't talk to me ...  she
ordered me out.  I came back two days later; she broke into tears and
reached for me.  She sat up in bed and I sat on the edge.  I held her as
she cried, it didn't seem very long but, I think I held her for fifteen
minutes.  The only words she spoke were "Thank you."

   She was so small in my arms.

   I asked the nurse if there had been any other visitors, she said that
Shanna's mom and little brother came by every evening for about an hour
and, except for a couple of kids the first few days, I was about it.

   The second week she was much better.  I stopped by every day.  I brought
her school work for her.

   With oozing sarcasm, she said, "Oh, jeez Mr.  W, I can't thank you
enough ...  my school work ...  how nice."

   I set her books, except for her literature book, on the small dresser,
walked to her and gave her a fatherly kiss on the forehead.  I sat down and
opened to the story they were reading in class, of course it was Romeo and
Juliet.

   One afternoon her mother showed up earlier than usual; it was nothing
bad, she wanted to thank me for being so nice.  She tried to tell me I
didn't need to help but then expressed her gratitude that I was helping. 
Go figure!  Regardless, I was OK.

   Shanna returned to school and our routine resumed.  She was more
reserved now and seemed to lose interest in her peers.  I tried hard to
brighten her day as well as provide her with a shoulder to lean on.

   OK, so Shanna is recovering, Liz is intriguing, and Betty, well ...

   That year, Homecoming was later than usual.  As it turned out, Halloween
and the big game were both on Friday.  The prior Friday the football team
had a bye week and two of the coaches who lived together held a faculty
party.  Now, I had been over to these guys' house before.  Mostly cards,
drinking, sports on TV, drinking, followed by some drinking.  So they lay
in a keg and all sorts of liquor.  I show up a little early and park on
their front lawn, After about an hour, in walks Betty, by herself!

   She tells me that Scott is tired and didn't feel like coming; he felt
out of place around all of us.  She practically never left my side the
entire night.  I played real cool and did my best not act on my deepening
desires.  And I was doing some desiring too!  She was looking fucking hot!
One of the coaches told me later that she was the hottest woman at school.
I couldn't argue.

   Parties are parties, and pretty soon it was time to wind down.  Betty
and I were sitting at the dining room table talking when she said it was
time for her to go.  I stood and said I would walk her to her car.  She
told me earlier she had to park down around the corner from the house.  As
we left the house she spotted my car, and with her finger, drew a heart on
my dew covered rear window.

   Laughingly I ordered, "Hey!  Don't mess up my windows!"

   She backed away from the car giggling and looking at me.  "Now when you
drive and look in the mirror, you'll think of me!"

   We walked to her car arm-in-arm, and I held her door for her as she got
in.  She powered her window down and I crouched down.  We said good night
and then there was a pause.  I said, "Please drive carefully" and leaned in
the window to give her a kiss.  She quickly responded and kissed me back.
She really kissed me back!  Her tongue entered my mouth and we were in it
for the long haul!

   I cradled her head with my right hand and she had her right hand on the
back of my head.  We made out like teenagers!  I said, "Unlock the other
door." She popped the lock and I slid into her car where we continued our
make out session in earnest.  I tried everything.  My hands were everywhere
and she was receptive ...  to a point.  She wouldn't come to my house, she
wouldn't meet me at a hotel, and she wouldn't climb in the back seat with
me.

   Betty looked at me with a sad face and said, "Maybe this was a mistake,
I'm not ready to go further ...  I'm so fucked up!" She wrapped her arms
around my neck and pulled into me.  She said, "I want to, Oh God how I want
to!  I'm just not ready!" She pulled back and asked, "Can you forgive me?"

   I said, "I can forgive you.  I will always forgive you.  Understand
though, I want you; I want you in the worst way!  Right now I can work with
this, but if we go any further, we go all the way."

   I put my hand alongside her face and told her to go home.  She took me
by the wrist, moved my hand to her mouth and kissed the palm of my hand.  I
got out and she drove away.

   So, homecoming week hits and everything at school is exciting and fun
with dress-up days, class contests, cookouts, shows and all sorts of school
shit.  Friday comes and there is a huge pep rally planned for the last hour
and a half of the day.  When announced, I released my students to the
stadium which is just across the practice field from my room.

   I stood on the walkway and monitored the kids as they headed past me to
go to the rally.  Once my area was clear, I headed back into my room to get
some work done.  I figured there would be enough people around to monitor
the rally; they didn't need me there.

   I came in the door, walked across the room and opened the window blinds
enough to see the student body filing into the stadium.  The band was
playing while someone was leading cheers over the PA system.  I heard a
gentle rapping on my locked door.  I went back to the door and opened it,
half expecting Betty to be there, but instead, there stood Elizabeth!

   Standing at the door I said, "Elizabeth?!  Why aren't you at the rally?"

   She moved past me and inside my room.  She turned, looked at me, and
said, "I don't want to go to the rally.  I was coming from D-wing and saw
you go back in your room.  I slowed until everyone had passed by and then
came here.  Can I hang out with you?"

   I knew it was a bad decision, but I said, "Sure, I've got some work to
do.  It'll be pretty dull."

   I looked out the door before I let it close, no one was around.  This
was also before the schools put up all those CCTV cameras everywhere so
that wasn't a concern.  By the time I turned to come back in, she was
sitting in my leather swivel chair at my desk.  I walked back to the window
and watched the last of the student body file into the stadium.  I closed
the blinds.

   "You're sitting in my seat you know."

   "Yep, I was wondering what it felt like, and how it looks from here."

   "So, what you think?"

   "I like the chair!  It's so much more comfortable than our chairs.  You
get to see everyone from here."

   I moved behind my desk, almost facing her.  She was leaning back in my
chair looking up at me.

   "Yeah, I can keep an eye on everyone from here, although I prefer to be
up on my feet during class time."

   Elizabeth put her right index finger along her lips and said, "You have
to keep an eye on all the bad kids ...  make sure they don't cause any
trouble, right?"

   I half sat on my desk and said, "Yeah, gotta keep an eye on the bad
kids. At least I don't need to worry about you.  You're a good girl."

   She was now turning the chair side to side with a bit of rhythm; she
smiled and said, "Everyone thinks I'm a good girl.  You know, I'm not a
really good girl.  Actually I'm a pretty bad girl at times!"

   "Mmm Hmm, you've been nothing but perfect for me, I don't catch what you
mean by bad."

   Elizabeth rolled the chair in front of me and said, "I like to do
things, things that some people don't think are appropriate behavior for a
girl my age.  I think I can do whatever I like.  I don't hurt anyone, I
make them feel good and really like how I feel when I make them feel good!"

   "Make who feel good?"

   I didn't know if I was going to go through with this, but I wanted to
hear her talk about it.

   "Guys, a couple of guys in my class, a couple more who are older ... 
you know, in college, and one guy who is a lot older, even older than you."


   She said all this without losing her devilish smile or dropping her
finger caressing her lips.

   "Mmm Hmm, and how do you make them feel good?" I have to admit that I
was starting to stir.  I now knew I was going to let this happen and
decided to let it play out.  If she wanted to go through with this, fuck, I
wasn't going to stop her!

   "I only go so far.  I make them feel good with my mouth." She paused,
and in a sultrier voice said, "I love to give blowjobs, you know, suck
dicks!  I think it's great!  I love seeing how the guys react, I love the
feeling it gives me."

   "What feeling do you get?"

   "I dunno, some sort of power?  They'll do anything for me to have me
blow them.  Then when it's happening, I feel even more power.  It just
makes me feel good too."

   I shifted myself to be directly in front of her.  I hooked her foot with
mine and swiveled the chair so she was facing me.

   "Mmm Hmm, so ...  Elizabeth.  Why tell me all this?  Do you want me to
talk you out of this behavior?  Do you want me to scold you and turn you
over to the Principal?  Or do you want me to tell you that it's all fine,
you're actually being good?  Or, do you want me to give you something or do
something for you for a quickie blowjob?"

   "No, Mr.  Wilkinson!  None of that!  I don't know.  I ...  I don't want
anything from you.  Honestly, lately I can't stop thinking about you!  I
want to make you feel good!  Making you feel good will make me feel good!"

   She rolled the chair very close into me.  Her head was at my waist
level, and she was looking up at me with most beautiful of blue eyes.  Her
curled, long, blonde hair flowed back from her face and over her shoulders.
Elizabeth was not a showy girl.  She wore a soft, baby blue t-shirt and
form-fitting jeans.  She didn't overdo her makeup but it appeared as if she
had recently applied a fresh coat of lipstick; which drew attention to her
wide mouth and full lips.

   I stood and moved my hips forward.  I said, "Tell me what you want."

   "I want to suck your dick Mr.  Wilkinson, I want ..." Her hands were at
my belt and she quickly went to work.  I was already at half staff when she
freed the big fella from its constraints.  Her eyes got wide and she said
"Oh!"

   She placed both her hands around the base of my thick seven-incher and
looked up at me with a smile.

   I looked down at her and said, "Take what you came for, you naughty
little girl!"

   She kept her eyes on mine as she slowly but surely sucked my dick
between her lips and deep into her mouth.  Once she had me as deep as she
could, she let me slide out until just the tip was at her lips.  She then
sucked me back in.  She continued this process until I was fully erect. 
The feeling was exquisite!

   My dick was perfectly lubricated from her saliva and she started to use
her right hand to jerk me off as she sucked up and down.  She fondled my
balls with her other hand and at one point stopped sucking and pulled away
from my dick.

   "If you want, I can suck on your balls for a while.  Personally, I
prefer keeping a dick in my mouth.  What would you like?"

   I didn't answer; I pulled on her head, forcing my dick back in her
mouth. As I was filling her mouth I could make out her mumbling "Good!"

   Elizabeth, this ninth grader, was giving one of the best blowjobs I had
ever received!  Her hand was up and down, twisting on my dick.  She knew
just the right amount of pressure to ensure her hand moved over my dick
while providing the required friction for excitement.  The suction, warmth
and wetness of her mouth simulated the finest pussy I had ever fucked. 
Everything was really perfect!

   I leaned back on the desk a little, I heard the band playing and kids
cheering.  That did it.  My breath caught and I spasmed.  I heard her
mumble through the dick buried in her mouth, "In my mouth!"

   With a loud "Aaarrggh!" I came in the sweet girl's mouth.  I watched as
she sucked and swallowed.  I repeated my pirate call two more times as I
pushed her head harder onto my dick.  She was good.  I believe on the third
blast she performed some deep throat action.

   She didn't miss a drop.  Nothing went to waste and nothing was messed. I
was panting and catching my breath as she sat back in the chair watching
the tip of my dick.  She kept her hand around the base as she watched. 
Sure enough, one last pearl appeared at the tip; she swooped forward and
kissed it off my dick.

   I stood back up, adjusted myself and got my pants pulled back up.  I
couldn't believe how good I felt.

   Elizabeth looked up and said, "I like your smile when you're feeling
good and happy."

   I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.  I moved her hair away
from her face and behind her shoulders.  With a hand on her cheek I said,
"You are wonderful Elizabeth!  That was fantastic!  I would love to return
the favor someday.  Just let me know, we'll see if I can make you happy."

   "Really?  No one has offered that before.  Really?  That would be so
cool!"

   "Elizabeth, I can't think about doing any work right now.  I think I'm
going to walk out to the stadium.  You want me to sneak you in?"

   Standing up she said, "Nah Mr.  W.  I'm going to cut through south
campus and go get a latte and then walk home.  You wanna come with me?"

   "Oh I would love to ...  but, not today, O.K.?"

   She said "sure," gave me a quick hug and headed for the door.  She
stopped, looked back and said, "I get a turn, right?"

   "Yes you do, believe me!"

   I walked to the stadium and leaned on the fence that surrounded the
track.  Pretty soon Betty along with her friend Sandy walked up and leaned
with me.

   Sandy asked, "Jeff, we're going to go to Oscar's after school for a
little happy hour.  Would you care to join us?"

   Sandy is a few years older than Betty, married with children and, for
most parts, an annoying person.  Betty likes her though so I overlook these
things.  Betty was looking at me with an excited face from behind Sandy and
I said, "Yes, what time?"

   Sandy replied, "As soon as possible.  We're leaving before they release
the kids."

   "Sounds good, I'll be right behind you!"

   I exited the stadium, got my stuff together and was in the car before
the rally was over.

   Oscar's is a nice little place downtown.  Good food, good drinks, and a
relaxed atmosphere.  I grabbed a table against the far wall near the front
windows looking out to the street.  Soon enough Betty and Sandy arrived. 
Betty slid into the chair between me and the wall and Sandy sat opposite
us.

   We had a good time.  They shared two carafes of wine and I nursed a
pint. As time passed, Betty sat a little closer to me, making plenty of
contact under the table.  She played some footsie with me, had her hip
pressed against mine and, once in a while, leaned my way, caressing me with
her tit.

   Let me explain a bit.  This girl is really something!  Her forehead is a
tad too tall; she has a little acne, and wears bangs.  These things I'm not
too wild about.  But, when taken as a whole, she is very attractive!  When
she talks, her face becomes very vibrant, her smile is genuine and
attractive, when she pouts, the corners of her mouth drop in a way that
makes you want to cheer her up.  She hides it but, she has one hell of a
body.  She stands five foot five, weighs around one fifteen and has some of
the finest gams I've ever laid eyes on!  Her thin waist makes her ass look
like a treasure and her tits, although well-disguised, are wondrous!  She's
packing thirty-six Cs at the least.  I've never encountered this before or
since, but her left nipple is an "innie." Coaxing that little baby out of
hiding is a lot of fun!

   The afternoon sings by and before we know it, it's a little after five.
Sandy announces that she has to leave.  She looks to Betty and says, "You
don't have to go.  Jeff could give you a ride home.  Right, Jeff?"

   Of course I had no problem with that!  I played it cool though.

   The two of them left and soon Betty returned with her school stuff.  She
placed her stuff on the chair Sandy had vacated and returned to her seat
next to mine.  I put my arm on the back of her chair and lightly held her
with my hand.  We chatted a bit about Sandy.  Betty was very aware that
Sandy was not very popular at work but that didn't matter.  The two of them
got along fine and she was glad to have her for a friend.  I liked that
about her and told her so.  She leaned into me some more.

   Right about then some kids from school came in and we quickly shifted
apart.  Betty looked at me and said, "We need to get out of here!"

   I said, "Let's go, but we have time for one more stop ...  no kids
there."

   She gave me a sideways glance as she was picking up her gear and said,
"Sounds good, but just one more, O.K.?"

   We went to May's Grille.  It's just across the Boulevard from the
Sailwind Golf Club.  It's right on the way to her condo.  It's kind of a
hole-in-the-wall place but it's discreet, really discreet.  I've never seen
anyone from work or the Lodge there.  Anyway, we got there and grabbed a
table in the corner and start talking.

   "Betty, why are you here?"

   "You brought me, don't you remember?"

   "Funny, no, I mean ...  like last week at the party, and today after
school and now.  Why are you here ...  with me?"

   She looked into her drink for a while and then started speaking.

   "I'm here because I want to be with you.  I can't explain it but I can't
help myself." Looking up at me she continued, "It's not a reaction to my
life right now, it's an action.  It's almost as if I have some sort of
dissociative disorder ...  schizophrenia?  Hah!  I'm pretty sure I want to
act on how I feel about you but don't know if it will make me change the
rest of my life.  I just don't know!"

   My mind was racing!  "Fuck!  She's absolutely fucking bat-shit crazy! 
But those eyes ...  the way she's looking at me.  She'll do whatever I
want. What do I want?"

   "Betty, I think I understand, but I'm not sure if that's going to be
good enough for me.  I need more.  I don't want to sneak around in some
shitty little affair.  But ..."

   My words trailed as I looked at her.  My heart was hurting.  I could see
she was hurting.

   I said, "Drink up, let's go."

   We got back to my car and we let our feelings for each other flow.  We
were all over one another.  We made out like kids at the prom.  We almost
did it there in the car when cooler heads prevailed.  I slowed and she
followed.  I looked her in the eyes, turned and started the car.  I got her
home; to her nondescript condo and her nondescript husband.

   I didn't go to the game, we lost.  I didn't go to the dance the next
night, I knew Betty and Scott were chaperoning.  The next week at school
was surreal.  When we saw each other I knew we both felt the heat.  It was
building up.  By Wednesday, she was knocking on my classroom door after
school.  I had just closed the door and she flew into me.  I almost fell
into a bookcase she was so aggressive with her kisses!

   We finally settled down, or so I thought.  We were standing next to my
podium and she asked, "Do you like this outfit?"

   She wore a black business skirt, a white blouse with a simple tucked in
scarf under a matching black blazer.  She had white stockings on with
sensible black shoes.  She also had on a simple black choker; I had told
her once that I thought chokers were sexy.  Anyway, she was looking fine!
And I told her so.

   Betty stepped back, took hold of her blazer by the front bottoms and
started to move the jacket around.  She looked at me and said, "All day
long I've been trying to get this thing to fit correctly!  I keep adjusting
it and adjusting it.  I don't know what the problem is!"

   She unbuttoned the blazer and flashed it open.  The white shirt she wore
was actually very sheer and her tits were completely visible!  She had
herself so worked up that even her shy guy was at attention!  I was caught
completely off guard!

   "You've worn this?  Like this?  All day?  Holy shit ..." I reached for
her and pulled her in.  I worked my left hand inside and started to feel
her up real good.  She was getting turned on.

   "Jeff, I thought about you all day.  I haven't stopped thinking about
you since Friday.  I think I'm going to burst!  I've been rubbing my tits
all day thinking about you."

   I kissed her again and this time I used my left hand to caress down her
hip to the hem of her skirt.  I pulled the dress up, she lifted her leg and
together we got that skirt to rise up to her hip.  As I felt along her
thigh, I realized there was no more stocking just as I encountered the
clasp of a garter belt!

   I reached further up behind her thigh and felt no panties!  She was now
moaning and humping into me.  I pressed further and felt the wetness from
her pussy.  She jerked upward and let out a quick moan.

   I broke our kiss and looked into her face.  She was almost there!  She
was so fucking hot I was pretty sure I could diddle her off in a matter of
minutes.

   She looked at me through half parted eyelids and said, "No, not here ...
we can't do this here."

   She stepped back but not away.  "I only wanted to play a bit ...  fuck
...  look what you do to me!  I'm a wreck, I'm ready to do whatever you
want!  Shit!"

   "Then let's go back to my place!"

   This time she stepped away, out of my arms.  "I can't, I have to get
home."

   She started buttoning and straightening up.  I watched and, when she was
finished, she came to me and we kissed again.  I broke the kiss this time.

   "Betty, I won't go on like this.  You've got to make a choice."

   I walked her to the door, but before opening it I said, "One way or the
other.  All the way or nothing.  I will not go on this way."

   On Thursday and Friday I avoided her.  I changed my routines and once
even ducked into the library before she saw me.  Both days after school I
went to the basketball coach's office and bullshitted with him until I knew
she had to be gone.

   I went to my car that Friday and there was a note under the windshield
wiper.  I quickly palmed it and got in the car.  I opened it and it read:

   "I know I'm being shunned.  I never thought I could hurt in such a way.
I miss your eyes.  I miss the way you look at me.  You see me and I can
feel you when you look at me.  I miss the way you kiss me.  No one has ever
kissed me the way you kiss me.  I miss the way you hold me.  I feel safe
and loved.  I miss you and I know I deserve the shunning I have gotten.  I
am truly sorry."

   I felt bad, I didn't want to hurt her, I just knew that it would only be
through hurt that she could find her way.  I wasn't going to let her
believe that that she could be happy living two lives.

   That Saturday afternoon my phone rang.  It was Betty.  Through her sobs
I made out that she was at the Hampton, twenty miles away near the
Interstate.  She wasn't doing well.  I asked where Scott was.

   "He's at home; he went in to take a nap.  I had my things packed and
when he fell asleep, I left.  I drove away and ended up here.  I've spent
the last hour building up the nerve to call you."

   "What room you in?"

   "348"

   "I'll be there soon."

   "Jeff?"

   "Yes?"

   "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten today."

   "What do you want?"

   "A Big Mac"

   "You shittin' me?!"

   "No, I love those things.  I crave them when I'm upset."

   "O.K.  One Big Mac"

   "Jeff?"

   "Yes?"

   "Fries and a Coke too ...  please?"

   "I'll see you in a few minutes."

   Shit!  I laughed out loud.  I was pretty sure I was falling for this
girl!

   I stopped and got the food.  Hell, I like a quarter pounder and a
chocolate shake every once in a while ...  so ...  why not?  It was going
to be a little less than fine dining today.

   I got to her room and she looked like she had been through quite a bit.
I set the food on the desk and she threw herself into my arms.  This wasn't
sexual; at that moment I was there to console someone who was in a state of
distress.

   I eventually pulled her away and said, "C'mon now, let's not let this
fine food get cold!"

   I swear her eyes lit up like a junkie eyeing a bag of smack.  Now, I
know women can do some eating when they're not being all proper and in
polite company; but, Betty was one impressive eater!  She loved that
fucking Big Mac.  It was erotic just watching her make love to that sloppy
shit burger!  Those fries were practically deep-throated out of existence!
When she was done she politely stole my shake and did in the rest of it.

   She looked up at me after noisily cleaning the bottom of the cup with
the straw and asked, "Why didn't you get me one of these?"

   "I prefer to share mine with you."

   She liked that.  Betty walked to the window and pulled the drapes aside
to look out.  She was wearing simple jeans, sneakers, and a loose
t-shirt-type top.  Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and, in my eyes,
she was a simple, vulnerable girl.  I knew that, in reality, she was an
intelligent, but troubled woman; and, I was the source of her trouble.

   I got up, rearranged the pillows on the bed and sat back with my feet
up. I patted the bed next to me and said, "Come over here and sit with me."

   She turned and in a flash was curled under my arm.

   "You want to talk about it?"

   She nestled into me and sighed.  God she felt good!  She was still
quiet, so I started.

   "I was having a pretty normal day, nothing big happening ...  just a
regular old Saturday.  Know what I mean?  Well, the phone rings and it's
the most beautiful girl in the world telling me she misses me and needs to
see me.  I drop everything, get her a fine meal ...  and she won't talk to
me.  I dunno ..."

   Betty rolled out from under my arm and sat on her knees facing me.  She
put a hand on my right shoulder and the other on my right arm.  She was
hanging on tight.

   "Christmas, Jeff!  Scott's just sitting in front of the TV and I asked
him what he wanted to do for our anniversary, our first fucking
anniversary! He kind of looked at me like I was nuts and said, "Hell ... 
it's more like our tenth, don't ya think?" Then he says, "We'll just go to
my parents and be with my family like we always do.  Then we'll go to your
family's place for New Years."

   "Shit, Jeff!"

   She actually hauled off and kind of hit me in the arm!  Not hard, more
like a punctuation point.

   "So what, you know he's almost as exciting as white toast.  You've told
me that ...  but he's steady and dependable.  Fuck, you married a pickup
truck, not a man!"

   She dropped her head to my bicep while letting out an anguished growl.

   "Fucking funny!  I don't need an `I told you so' right now."

   I made a decision, the time was now and I wasn't going to care about
later.  I hooked my arm under her and rolled her across my lap so we were
face-to-face.

   "What exactly is it you need, young lady?"

   She gazed into my eyes for a few seconds of eternity and said, "The
other night, after the party, you held my head while you kissed me."

   I raised my hand and ran my fingers along her jaw line, "It's nice to
touch and feel beautiful things."

   I didn't so much hear the sound she made as much as I felt it.  I
triggered something, it might have taken three weeks to ignite, but it was
happening now!

   She was on me in a flash!  Her tongue was pushing its way into my mouth.
Her arms were wrapped around my neck.  She straddled me and was starting to
hump on my lap.  It was fucking intense!

   I decided to let her lead the way.  This was all her doing, and I was
along for the ride.  Well, we made out like a couple of kids.  She was
pretty damn sexy with that tongue of hers.  I've never been much for
getting my ears breathed in; but, when she did that, it about shook my
toes! I was starting to get worked up enough that I was thinking my
patience was about running thin.

   Then, all out of the blue, she breaks off and leans back, keeping her
arms on my shoulders.  I guess the sound she made was a purr, or something;
but, it actually sounded a little more dangerous than a kitten's purr. 
Anyway, she throws her head back, sending her hair out of the way and sits
holding my shoulders with a sexy little arch to her back.  With a wicked
smile, she takes me by the hands and runs them up her body towards her
tits.

   I certainly didn't fight her on that!  As my hands were getting close,
she says, "You want to, don't you?  You want to play with my tits, right?"

   "Of course I do!  And I don't plan on stopping with just that!"

   "Good!"

   Then she stops my hands and moves them down and under her t-shirt.  I
start sliding them up and realize I'm not touching her bare skin!  The girl
is wearing something underneath!  I pulled her t-shirt up and it turns out
she has one of those sheer body suit things on.  It was black but may as
well been transparent for as much as it covered.

   She lifted her arms and let me remove her shirt in one move.  God it was
glorious!  Now, I've already described Betty to you, but this was the first
time I got a good look and let me tell ya, it was nice, plain and simple;
fucking nice!  She's the real thing, the girl next door.  The girl next
door is rarely some hot-as-shit knockout.  If you're lucky, she's Betty.

   So she's really digging the way I'm ogling her.  She runs her hands up
her stomach, cups her tits, and gives them a nice little massage.  Looking
all sexy, she asks, "You like what you see, Coach?'

   I was tongue-tied.  I simply exhaled a soft whistle and replaced her
hands with mine.  Those puppies were nicer than I thought they were going
to be!  Full and firm; C cups at the least.  Betty isn't that big, so tits
that size make a girl real fucking buxom!

   I was enjoying her tits and she was definitely enjoying me enjoying her
tits!  She had her eyes half-closed and was gently rolling her hips.  I
looked down at her waist and marveled at how thin it was.  Her unbelted
jeans were roomier than her waist.  That sheer black body suit-thing
disappeared into her jeans.

   She noticed me looking at her waist and she slowly pushed her hands down
the front of her jeans.  She leaned forward and up, lifting herself off me.


   "I think I know what you want.  You want to see the rest, don't you?"

   She didn't give me time to reply; she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
the zipper down.  She rose a little straighter and started to push the top
down.  She wasn't going to get them off in the position she was in.  So, me
being a gentleman and all, I decided to alleviate her discomfort.  I sat
up, put my arms around her waist, and spun her down to the bed.  I was on
top, on my knees, between her legs.

   Betty let out a "Whoa!" as we spun and fell.  She started laughing as I
rose and loomed over her.

   "I think you need a man to help you with those!"

   I grabbed the waist of her pants and the both of us worked them down
over her ass.  I'll be honest, her ass was a bit bigger than perfect. 
Still, it had a nice roundness to it.  It didn't droop or sag.  I've looked
this up, her shape, or we could say shapes, are genetically attractive to
males.  She showed near perfect fertility through her tits and hips, which
was only accentuated by the narrowness of her waist.

   Anyway, it was only a matter of seconds before the jeans were gone.  I
sat back and looked at the honey lying in front of me.  Without trying, she
wore the look of a young girl about to be deflowered.  She looked excited,
and maybe even a little more scared.  The sheer black teddy looked sexy as
hell on her.  Her legs were splayed open around me, her arms half bent,
laying on the pillows.  Her hair almost looked like someone had carefully
laid it out on the pillow, framing her head.

   I found out afterwards that the look on her face was genuine.  I was the
first man to be with her other than ol' humdrum, white bread Scott, the
missionary man.  I laid down on top of her and went in for a kiss.  I held
my weight off her with my arms.  She lifted herself up to me and we kissed.
I was still dressed and while we kissed, she lifted her legs and tried to
push my pants down.  It took a little doing but I got a hand down to
unbuckle my belt and loosen my slacks.  I pushed them down and she helped
as she could with her legs as I kicked and rubbed them off.

   Somehow, we managed to get my pants off without using any hands.  I
leaned in again for a kiss.  I really wanted to completely perv out with my
hands on her body but figured there was time for that; let's show the girl
some affection!

   We kissed and I had my hands near her shoulders, I tried to gently pull
the straps down.

   "No, not there" she panted, "Down at the bottom, there are some snaps"

   I was genuinely intrigued!  I lifted up on my side a bit a asked,
"Snaps? On the bottom?" I was glancing at her and down to her crotch.

   She spread her legs and lifted herself up.  "Yes, right down there.  Go
ahead, don't be afraid."

   "So, you're saying ...  right ...  down ...  here?" I moved down until I
was even with her hips.

   Her breathing was getting a little more labored.  "Yes, right between my
legs!"

   Fuck!  This was getting fun!

   "Snaps you say?" Of course, I could see and feel the snaps, but I
decided to fiddle around and blindly used my finger tips to not find the
snaps.  She was pretty warm down there and the moisture was palpable.  I
pushed and prodded, feeling all around while mumbling, "No ...  not here
... hmmm ...  no, not there ...  maybe ..." You get the picture.  I slid my
fingers under the crotch and said, "Maybe if I look here ...  Hmmm ... 
that feels nice ...  could they be in here?  No, no snaps there."

   It was starting to get to Betty.  At first she was giggling and even
tried to help me find the snaps and then she got it.  She giggled some
more, until I ran my finger up her slit to her clit.  Then her song
changed. I may be an asshole, but I couldn't resist.

   I paused, looked up at her, and said, "Oh sure, it's all laughs, fun and
games, until someone gets turned on." I pushed my finger deep in her pussy.

   She tried to laugh but she couldn't, she had her head thrown back and
with closed lips was purring "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ..."

   That was enough of that.  I unsnapped those two little restraints, got
between her legs and pushed that black teddy up to her waist.  She felt
what was going on and started to sit up.  I pulled her up and together we
removed that sexy little teddy.  I was sitting back, on my knees.  By now I
was only wearing my shirt.  My dick was rock hard and pointing up at about
forty-five degrees.  She saw it and couldn't look away.  I felt like a
chocolate cake in front of a fat boy.

   I lifted her up and closer, she finally looked away.  I started to
remove my shirt and she quickly took over.

   Here we were, finally.  A year and a half of flirting and bridled
passion between us; some unrequited love and pent up passions were finally
going to have their day!  I reached behind and down.  I lifted her up and
brought her into position.

   "Like this?  Sitting?"

   "For starters, I'll hold you, you prop your feet behind me.  I want to
look into your eyes as you take me into you."

   That's how we did it the first time.  We were face to face as she
positioned herself onto my dick.  With s shift or two, she slowly settled
on my dick.  She wiggled and the head was in.  Her eyes got wide!  She
ooohed at the feeling.  She resettled herself and a little more went in. 
She was surprised.  She pulled up a bit and dropped some.  I was about half
way in and she had that same look.  She was a little innocent girl getting
a dick for the first time!  I looked at her and almost shot my load right
then and there.

   She started to slide up and down my dick.  She impaled herself further
and further on my rod.  I began to push into her with strength as we picked
up momentum.

   All of a sudden, she asks, "Jeff!  From behind, OK"?

   I need clarity, "You mean doggy-style or in the ass?"

   "Doggy, you fucking perv!"

   "Just want to be clear!"

   I lifted her up and off my dick.  She started to turn over and I helped
her as I got up on my knees.  My dick was hard as a rock and lubed, ready
for action.  Betty was on her hands and knees in front of me.  Dat ass!  In
front of me were two beautiful globes of glutes!  Her thin waist emerged
and her back was arched, her backbone visible.  She turned her head and
said, "Well?"

   I placed my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down a bit.
Her ass rose to where I wanted it.  I took a cheek in each hand and spread
her wide while giving her a little more lift.  Her pussy was pushed back
and she was open for business!  I lined up and drove it home in one hard
thrust.

   "Oooooooooh!" she cried as I bottomed out.  I pushed my hips forward and
drove her head down into the pillows.  I pulled back and rammed it back
home, she repeated her call.  I released her ass when I was balls deep and
held her by the waist.  I then began to fuck her as hard as I could.  With
every thrust she let out a cute "Oooooooooh!" again and again.

   "How's this Missy?  Getting it the way you want?"

   Between her elongated "Ohs," she said, "Yes ...  harder ...  there it is
...  Shit ...  Fuck me!"

   I moved my legs to the outside of hers and I leaned forward forcing her
ass higher in the air, and started a horny dog hump on her pussy.  By the
second thrust she was cumming.  Her breath was halting and she didn't make
any noise.  She was a silent cummer!  That's OK, I like that!  I could hear
her cum from the depths of her throat.  She shook and shivered; she flailed
her head from side to side, went stiff, and then went limp.

   I had two more thrusts and she had enough awareness to know I was about
to cum.  She raised her ass and then clamped her pussy tight as a vise on
my dick just as I shot my load deep inside my girl.  I kind of sounded like
a deranged, orgasmic pirate, letting out a "Aaaarrrgggg" as I came.

   We collapsed into each other.  I had to catch my breath and needed to
stop looking at the world through half closed eyes.  Betty rolled into me
and we held each other for a while.

   Eventually I said, "Honey ...  that was the most intense thing I have
ever experienced in my whole life!  You ...  you are magnificent!"

   Betty was softly kissing my chest and lightly giggled.  "No, we're
fucking magnificent!  I've never had it like that."

   "Like what?"

   "From behind, or a climax like that.  First time, and the best time."

   "You're kidding me!  You've never done that position?"

   "No ...  never ...  only missionary."

   I held her tighter and said, "Sweetheart, we got some stuff to get done!
Wait, how about when you were on my lap?"

   "Nope, never."

   Shit, the girl was in many ways still a virgin!

   I got up to take a leak and cleaned off a bit.  When I got back she was
looking at the TV and said, "I'm going to get hungry soon."

   I plopped back on the bed naked as the day I was born.  Her eyes shifted
from the TV to my dick.  It was hanging pretty good just then; looking all
big and strong.  She reached over and took hold of it, flipping it around,
checking it out.  She cupped my nuts and rolled them around in her fingers.


   She let go of it and announced, "I like it!  I like it a lot!  I'm going
to grab a quick shower and then I have an idea, something else I'd like to
try.  You think you'll be ...  up ...  for it?" Oh she enjoyed that one! 
Giggling and smiling while she sashayed that ass of hers into the bathroom.

   So, anyway, when she got out of the shower she was all fresh as a daisy.
She wanted to try the sixty-nine position.  Being as how it was her first
time, I let her get on top.  I thought she was going to crush my head a
couple of times but I survived.  I gotta tell ya though; the girl could
suck one mean dick.

   I wasn't too sure how experienced she was with oral, but she knew what
she was doing.  When I came, she didn't miss a drop.  She was a regular
Hoover when it came to cum.  She told me later that she started sucking
dicks in middle school.  Said she liked doing that, never got tired of it.
I'll tell you, I never got tired of her sucking my dick.

   Amazing thing was; no one had ever eaten her pussy before.  Scott
doesn't approve of oral sex, giving or receiving.  She hadn't sucked a dick
in over eight years and never had her pussy eaten!  Shit!

   She liked having her pussy eaten!  She'd say that getting eaten "put her
in the mood." It got so that I had to eat her to climax before we could do
anything.  If she was ragging, we didn't do anything; although I usually
got a very erotic bj!

  
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   After enjoying a couple of pints, I needed a break from my note taking
and Coach needed a break from his storytelling.  We decided to meet the
following night at his place.

   So, dear reader, it is here that we shall take a break as well.  Be on
the lookout for Part 2 of Coach's Tale!

   To be continued ....
   Should be a week or two.