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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
both appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
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thing I do ask is that you now include your first
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better idea who my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy
the story.

	True To Life II
	    by Ann Douglas

A Sequel To True To Life 

	Part One

	The late afternoon sun covered the large
bedroom’s far wall as the scarlet haired woman
finally stirred.  A soft hand reached out from
beneath the silk blue sheet, turning the alarm clock
on the night table so that she could see it.  A pair
of sleepy emerald eyes tried to focus on the LED
display as they formed 10:47.      
	“Well there goes most of the morning.” 
the thirty-four year old thought as she retreated
back under the sheets.
	As she shifted position, she bumped into
the other body sharing the large oak bed.  Or to be
specific, the soft cheeks of her naked ass pressed
up against the young man’s equally exposed and
semi-hard cock.  The press of flesh against flesh
brought a warm smile to the now fully alert
redhead.
	Memories of the previous night made her
smile even brighter.  She brushed a lock of dark
brown hair from across the closed eyes of her still
sleeping companion.  His features were decidedly
handsome, possessed of an almost little boy
cuteness. The body below was smooth, almost
hairless - exercised and well toned.  His name was
Michael Rossi and he was all of eighteen and a
half  years old.  
	The previous summer, she and Michael
had enjoyed an adventurous affair, made even
more forbidden by the fact that at the beginning of
it he had still been one of her students at Peterson
High School.  Currently, Michael was a freshman 
studying Industrial Arts at Brookfield University.  
	The night she and Michael had first made
love had been a turning point in the life of Arlene
Koda.  She was trapped in a loveless marriage and
about to have the one thing she really loved, her
teaching career, taken from her.  Her now soon to
be ex-husband, Doctor Alan Fitzgerald, had been
made head of surgery at the prestigious Saint
Matthew’s Hospital.  As such, he expected her to
give up the teaching career she’d begun before
she’d met him and simply become Mrs. Alan
Fitzgerald.  It was already a point of constant
contention to him that she had kept her maiden
name.
	The afternoon before her marriage had
ended, Arlene had found a sketch book in one of
her classes belonging to Michael.  Inside were
dozens of sketches depicting Michael in various
sexual acts with an attractive woman.  It didn’t
take more than a cursory glance to realize that the
woman in the drawing was her.  
	At first she had confiscated the book, as
any other teacher had done.  Later, she had a
change of heart and called his house to say he
could pick up the book that evening.  Just because
her life was going down the toilet, she’d reasoned,
there was no reason his should too .
	Prior to Michael’s arrival, she’d had the
worst fight of her marriage, ending in Alan’s
ultimatum.  With her husband going to a planned
awards dinner without her, Arlene had begun to
drink rather more heavily than normal. 
	 It would’ve been easily to blame her
seduction of Michael on the alcohol, but she knew
that wasn’t really true.  It just gave her an excuse.  
	The sexual detonation between the two of
them had been explosive.  So much so that
Michael was originally afraid that she might have
claimed he’d raped her after she sobered up. 
When she’d shown up at graduation after being
out the last two weeks of the school year due to
“family matters”, Michael saw his future behind
bars.
	Instead, she was all smiles and
compliments.  In fact, she had offered him a
commission to paint a portrait of her to go with
the redecoration of her house that she was
planning over the summer.  He’d accepted the job
and as a fringe benefit had gotten to act out every
one of those drawings that filled out his sketch
book.
	The affair had ended in September when
Michael went off to college.  He went off with the
knowledge that his sexual education had been
advanced by years.
	As for Arlene’s marriage, well that had
ended during those two weeks she had missed
school.  Alan had no choice but to give her the
divorce she craved -- and on her terms.  The
threat of a hostile court action where she might
stand up in public and tell the world that she’d
screwed one of her students was something he’d
never dare risk.  The Board of Trustees at Saint
Matthew’s would’ve never understood.
	

	It was spring break and Arlene had been
very surprised by Michael’s call last night. He 
said that he was home visiting and could he stop
by?  The prudent thing for Arlene to do would’ve
been to make some excuse and let the past stay
there.  But prudence hadn’t been in her
vocabulary this past year, so she had said yes.  She
knew full well that they’d end the night in bed
together.  

	It had been fun she had to admit.  Michael
had learned well the lessons she’d taught him over
last summer.  It was also quite obvious that he’d
been paying just as much attention to his physical
development while away at school as his mental
growth.  His body was much more defined than
the last time she’d seen it.    
	Had it been before or after midnight that
they’d taken a break and talked about his life at
Brookfield.  She had asked if he had a girlfriend
and had been both surprised and pleased when he
said that he had started seeing Jenny Greene. 
	Jenny, of course had been the hottest girl
at Peterson High and before Michael’s “summer
education” wouldn’t have given him much more
than a casual glance.  
	“Is she good in bed?”  Arlene had asked as
she had gently stroked his spent cock.
	“Not as good as you of course.”  he had
answered, bringing a smile to Arlene.
	“Liar!”  she’d playfully hissed, giving his
cock a hard tug.
	“Okay, almost as good as you.”  he
relented.
	Arlene had more than a few occasions to
see Jenny’s rather impressive body in it’s natural
state back during the girl’s high school days. 
Every teacher had to take a turn as locker room
monitor.  A long haired blonde, she remembered
Jenny as having a near perfect form, capped by a
beautiful pair of 34C breasts.  Arlene’s own
breasts of course were a much more impressive
36D.
	In another fascinating turn of events in her
new found independence, Arlene had become
much more aware of other women’s bodies of
late.  Some nights she wondered what it would be
like to be a little more than aware of those bodies. 
Not any of her students of course, that was a risk
that she would never repeat.  More than a few
times she’d noticed women at the health club she
belonged to checking her out. It might be very
interesting to invite one of them to lunch one day
and see where it developed.  
	That however was a thought for another
day.  Michael stirred in his sleep, causing the edge
of the sheet he had wrapped around himself to pull
away.  His semi-hard cock was now fully exposed.  
The sight brought to mind summer nights he had
told his parents that he had worked too late to
drive home and would sleep in the guest room. 
With that memory came another of a special treat
she used to give him on those morning afters.

	Sliding out from her own side of the sheet,
Arlene moved down on the bed and carefully lifted
his cock into the air.  Moving to within a few
inches of his young manhood, she could see the
dried residue of their lovemaking.  They’d both
been too tired after that last session to even wash
up.  The delight of that final climax fresh in her
mind, she guided his cock into her mouth.
	It didn’t take long for the warm softness of
the older woman’s mouth to bring Michael to a
full hardness.  Skillfully, her tongue played across
his cockhead, then up and down his shaft.  Soft,
slender finders stroked his length and her wet trail 
extended down to his balls.  She took first one and
then both into her mouth, covering them with
kisses.
	“Oh yessss.”  Michael moaned as he woke
to such a pleasant feeling.  It took him a few
seconds to remember the sensation of waking up
to a blow job, and an additional moment to
reassure himself that he still wasn’t dreaming.
	Now that she had his full and undivided
attention, Arlene’s head began to bob up and
down even faster.  The ripples of delight of that
action sent another series of soft moans to
Michael’s lips.  Already he could feel an explosion
building deep in his loins.

	Lost in the euphoria that engulfed his
manhood, Michael didn’t hear the sound of the
door chimes -- even after they rang a second and
third time.  It wasn’t until the forth time when
Arlene let his cock slip from her mouth that he
heard them.
	“Oh shit! he heard her mutter as a look of
remembrance flashed across her face. 
	A corresponding look of disappointment
filled his own face as Arlene climbed off the bed
and reached for the bright red Japanese robe she
kept draped over a nearby chair.  The dress and
undergarments she’d worn the night before were
strewn across the floor from the bedroom out to
the living room.
	“I forgot about a ... delivery.”  she said a
little nervously as she pulled tight the sash of her
belt.  “You just wait here, I’ll be back in a few
minutes.”  she added.
	
	As she disappeared out the bedroom door,
Michael wondered what the deliveryman was
going to think when she came to the door wearing
nothing but that robe.  It barely came down to
below her ass and the fold in front gave a more
than ample view of her beautiful breasts.

	Time passed slowly as Michael laid back
naked in bed and stared at the ceiling.  His cock
was still hard and the idea of finishing it off by
himself flashed in his mind.  Then just as quickly it
was dismissed.  How could his hand ever compare
with the rich softness of Arlene’s lips.
	Glancing at the clock on the night table,
Michael realized that almost fifteen minutes had
passed since Arlene had left.  What was taking her
so long?  He waited another five minutes, then
climbed out of bed himself.  Moving to the door,
he tried to listen to sounds from the living room
but didn’t even hear voices.  Michael looked
around for his pants, then remembered that they
were also left on the living room floor. 
	Grabbing a bath towel from the connecting
master bedroom, he wrapped it around his waist
and walked out of the bedroom.  Quietly and
carefully he moved, not wanting to make any
noise.  He’d just gotten to the end of the hall
leading to the living room when he had a sudden
attack of conscience.
	What was he doing?  There could be a
dozen perfectly understandable reasons why
Arlene was taking so long.  If someone were to
see him dressed like this and coming out of her
bedroom, the results would be catastrophic.  What
was he thinking?
	He was about to back down the hallway
when he finally heard her voice in the living room. 
The only problem was that it wasn’t words he
heard -- it was a grunt.
	A half dozen images flashed in his mind,
the worst being that it hadn’t been a deliveryman
at the door but someone who had attacked her. 
Now oblivious to the fact that he was practically
nude, he ran into the living room.

	No sooner had he stepped out into the
open when Michael came to a dead stop.  The
image in front of him was definitely not one he
expected to see.

	Arlene was on her knees, the robe she had
been wearing tossed aside.  Standing above her
was a tall blonde young man dressed in a T-shirt
and jeans.  Or almost dressed in jeans, Michael
quickly corrected himself, because both the pants
and the underwear beneath it now rested around
his ankles.  His cock however, was barely visible,
buried as it was in Arlene’s mouth.
	He watched dumfounded as his lover’s
sensuous lips slid back and forth across the new
arrival’s hardness -- much in the same way they
had caressed his own manhood such a short time
before.  As many times as he had drawn a scene
like this, the young artist had never actually seen a
woman give head outside of a porn film.  The
image was captivating.  So much so that it was
almost a minute before he even got a look at the
face of the new recipient of her charms.
	Shock and recognition flashed across his
face. Michael knew the other young man.  He was
closer to him than his own brothers and had been
his best friend since the 9th grade.      
	“Oh shit!”  he called out without thinking. 
“Bobby!”

	The former football star of Peterson High
looked up and the same look of shock flashed
across his face.  The fact that his best friend was
wearing nothing more than a bath towel didn’t
even register in his mind -- only his presence.
	“Fuck!”  he exclaimed as he took a big
step backward, his cock pulling out of Arlene’s
mouth.  “Mike!”

	You could’ve heard the proverbial pin
drop in the quiet that gripped the room at that
moment.  Both young men just stared at each
other, not knowing what to say.  Long seconds
stretched out to an eternity until Arlene broke the
silence.

	“Oh dear, I knew this was going to be a
problem.”  she said as she got up off of her knees. 
“I was so hoping to be able to take of Bobby here
and send him on his way before you started
getting too curious. This type of situation can be
so awkward.”
	By this time it was plainly evident to both
friends that Mrs. Koda had been screwing both of
them.  Bobby had started at State U at the same
time that Mike had gone away to Brookfield. 
State being only an hour’s drive away, Bobby still
lived at home.  Evidently, he had become Mike’s
winter replacement.
	In the course of Mike’s unexpected visit
last night, Arlene had forgotten that she had asked
Bobby to come over and clean out her garage. 
She’d promised him a little treat when he was
done.

	“I guess since I’m the one who’s dressed,
at least sort of, I should leave.” Bobby finally said
in an attempt to break the situation with a little
humor.
	“Don’t be silly, we’re all adults here.” 
Arlene said, her tone the voice of reason. Aren’t
we?”
	Neither of the friends had a response.
	“Look at the two of you.” Arlene
continued. “Are you going to throw away a
friendship because I fucked both of you?”
	Arlene’s use of the work “fuck” caused
both of them pause.  They both had noted that
during lovemaking her vocabulary tended to get
down and dirty, but right now it seemed out of
content. Despite her nudity, she was back in what
she referred to as her teacher mode -- the voice of
authority.  
	“Lets keep this in perspective here.”  said
the Teacher. “What we have here is three adults,
who, for what ever reason, are just having a good
time with each other.  There’s no relationship
here, it’s just sex -- pure and simple.  None of us
are under the illusion that it’s anything else -- are
we?”
	Michael and Bobby both nodded their
heads in agreement.  It wasn’t like either of them
really thought they were the only man in Arlene’s
life or that she was looking for anything from
them other than a good time in bed.  Which was
exactly what they were looking for from her.  It
was only the revelation that they both were her
lovers that had shocked them. 
	“I mean it’s not like Bobby here had
crawled into Jenny Greene right after you left.” 
she added.
	
	“You screwed Jenny Greene?”  Bobby
turned and asked Michael, his voice reflecting a
mixture of both amazement and admiration.
	“Yeah.” Michael replied, a touch of pride
in his own voice.
	It was the first direct communication
between the two and that simple exchange told
Arlene that their friendship was still solid. Which
gave her another idea.
	“Unfuckinlievable.”  Bobby said quietly as
he slowly shook his head.  He had struck out with
Jenny the four times they had gone out back in
high school.
	“So you two are still friends.”  Arlene said,
looking for a vocal confirmation.
	
	Michael looked at Bobby for a moment
and then said.  “Never anything but...”
	“Damn right.”  Bobby agreed as he held
out his hand.
	Michael quickly walked over and shook it.

	“Good, now that we have that settled.” 
Arlene smiled a wicked smile.  “I have an
suggestion.”
	Both young men looked at their former
teacher.  In the course of their erotic encounters
with her, they’d seen that smile before.  Usually
just before she suggested something outrageous. 
It had also been their experience that it was also
usually something fun that they never would’ve
tried on their own.  

	“You know, I’ve always wondered what it
would be like with two guys at once.”  Arlene said
as she reached out and ran a hand over each of
their cocks.  “And since I have two such really
prime specimens here, maybe it’s time I found
out?  What with you two being such friends and
all.” 

	Mike looked at Bobby and Bobby at him. 
No words were needed for both of them to know
what the other was thinking.  It was that they
were the best of friends that made this such a hard
decision.  If they were strangers who might never
see each other again it would be easy.  One other
thing they were both sure of.  If they said no, it
would be the last time either of them got to see,
much less play with, that naked body standing
between the two of them.  And even at 34, it was
a hotter body than either of them expected to see
again for a long, long time.   

	Arlene didn’t catch the silent nod of
agreement between the two friends, but was more
than pleased when Michael said.
	“Why the fuck not!”  
	“Yeah, why the fuck not!”  Bobby
parroted.
	“Excellent.” Arlene beamed.  “First order
of business though is for all of us to get cleaned
up.”
	Seeing that Michael was still covered with
the dried residue of his nocturnal exertions and
Bobby had just cleaned out the garage, it didn’t
seem like such a bad idea. 



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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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