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My name is David Vervier, I’m 19 years old and this is my story…

The last week of high school was a long one for me. It wasn’t so much that I was going to miss my friends, despite the fact I had grown up with them all since we were little. My hometown was small, a population of only 2,500 in a good year, and even then you’re counting the tourists who came in from all over the west coast to fish and hunt. Don’t get me wrong, I like my friends a lot and have had some good times with them.

They’re a good group of people, but I’m not really close to any of them in a deep meaningful way or in a place to say any of them are like brothers or sisters to me. We’re just a clique, a small group of kids who got through high school in a strange sort of symbiosis, if you will.

It seemed that the last week of school was also the end of our time as a group. Doug, who was something of the unofficial spokesman for us, had his mind on attending the Art Institute in the city that next fall. Brett, our resident stoner, was so wrapped up in his next high and sale that we really barely saw him as graduation day approached. Elle and I would sometimes hangout, but her folks split up a week before and she went into a bad depression. She had a major crush on Doug, and for the life of me I could never really figure out why. Of course, I guess if any of us were close enough to be something more than friends, it was Doug and Elle. Finally, our academic quiz-kid Brad was on his way to Harvard if you can believe it. The man was a genius, and he actually kept a perfect grade point average of 5.0, no matter what. The only thing he couldn’t manage was his girlfriend, Abbey. When they split up, he sort of closed himself off and drifted away from us.

That’s how it was. In one week, everything changed dramatically to the point I could no longer say we even had a clique. And maybe it was for the best. I got the impression that everyone was ready to move on to bigger and better things. I knew I was. After a while you get tired of the same old problems, the same old redundant bullshit to which the answers seem so clear to you and yet so clouded for others. For example, Doug and Elle were clearly crazy for each other, and who could blame them? Doug was a smart, straight-laced good-looking guy, the dictionary definition of tall, dark and handsome. Elle, who had something of a reputation for being a little loose (I should know, we’ve fucked each other four times since senior prom) was his match; tall, built like an Amazon with the biggest set of tits I had ever seen pass through the halls of our high school and a face that could have sold makeup to even the most utilitarian of celibate Amish women. They just seemed right together, and they had both asked me and the others on many occasions if they should be together, and despite all the advice to the contrary, they remained apart.

And then a few days later, the whole process would start over again. Wash, rinse and repeat. You can see how this could get weary over a span of four years.

The Monday of that last week, we met up at the pizza parlor for what ended up being the last time all five of us were together. Brett arrived late, his eyes slightly bloodshot and watery, looking relaxed and carefree. Doug and Elle arrived together, heralded by the wisps of blue smoke that belched from Doug’s ancient pick-up truck. Elle looked beautiful, her amazing bronze-toned hair pulled back in a ponytail, her hourglass figure accented and displayed by tight jeans and a tank top that looked to be on the verge of ripping at the seams from her large breasts. All of us were guilty of staring, and with the exception of Doug, I knew I was the only one of the group who had ever actually felt her up. I mention Doug as an exception because while I have no proof they ever fooled around, I can’t believe they never played doctor at some point during their long friendship.

The two denial-ridden lovebirds joined Brett and I at the table near the gigantic wide screen plasma television at the front of the parlor. The place was relatively empty, and that suited me just fine.

“Where’s Poindexter?” Doug asked as he sat down across from me, Elle to his left.

“Not sure,” I shrugged as I took a drink of my Dr. Pepper, “Brad was going to stop by Ms. May’s house to pick up his letter of recommendation for some scholarship on the way over.”

“Ms. May is so fucking hot,” Brett observed, his greasy black hair swept back and shiny in the neon lights of the beer signs that adorned almost every wall.

“She is a looker,” Doug nodded.

“You guys need to get laid,” Elle shook her head as she poured herself soda from the plastic pitcher I had ordered upon arriving. She looked at me and asked, “Dr. Pepper, right?”

“Is there anything else?” I replied. My eyes instinctively dropped to the crevasse of her cleavage, supported by the red fabric of her tank top. My mind recalled the last time we had been together, and she had taken those massive tits and jerked me off with them. I sport an eight-inch cock, and she managed to completely hide me in her breasts. She caught me looking at her, and gave me the evil eye.

“Do you think Brad and Abbey will get back together?” Doug asked as he played with his Zippo lighter.

“I doubt it, man,” I said, “Abbey’s had a wandering eye for awhile now, and lately she’s had wandering hands too.”

“That sucks,” Brett turned on the bench and leaned against the wall, “Cheating on your boyfriend is a shitty thing to do.”

“Things happen,” Doug remarked coolly, and I got the impression that there was a load of subtext between the two of them. When I thought about it, it seemed those two had been very tense with each other now for awhile.

“Cheating is cheating, man,” Brett said.

“Free advice courtesy of the man from Pennzoil,” Doug looked at his lighter, snapping the flint and igniting it, then quickly snuffing it out as the lid flipped back into place. He pointed to Brett’s hair, “What do you use? Thirty weight?”

“Fuck you,” Brett said nonchalantly.

“Will you two stop?” Elle sighed, “I mean, what is the deal?”

Doug only concentrated on his lighter while Brett seemed to drift off into his own little world.

“We just have a difference of opinion on some things, that’s all,” Doug said quietly, his voice steady and yet at the same time on the verge of anger.

Brett nodded, his eyes wide with sarcasm.

I decided to change the subject. “So, Doug, when do we get to meet your mystery woman?”

Brett snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Never,” Elle said as she took a long drink from her glass, “I’ve been trying to beat it out of him now ever since the party at the flats.”

“What’s the big secret, Doug?” I asked, “Come on, tell the truth and shame the devil.”

“Yeah Doug,” Brett looked at him with what I could only describe as venomous reproach, “Tell the truth, man.”

Doug glared at Brett. “The truth is I’m not ready to come out and talk about it. That’s all.”

“What is she, deformed or something?” I laughed, “Does she have a hump?”

“No,” Doug chuckled.

“She’s a mutant, isn’t she?” I poked at him.

“No,” he shook his head, “She values her privacy, just like I do.”

“Is she hot?” Elle asked. I was surprised she asked the question, considering how she felt about Doug. I could hear the hurt in her voice, barely audible and yet clearly there.

Doug nodded. “Yes, she is very pretty,” he admitted.

“Is she a good fuck?” Brett asked pointedly.

“What does it matter?” Doug asked, suddenly irritated, “Jesus this town is ripe for a movie theater. Find a fucking hobby.”

The glass doors to the parlor opened and Mrs. Peterson walked in. Mrs. Peterson was our school secretary, and next to Ms. May the math teacher, she was the hottest woman on the faculty. She had always reminded me of Kirstie Alley in the “Look Who’s Talking” movies, only far more curvaceous and with lighter hair. She wore a dark skirt that fell to her mid-thigh, neatly ironed and pressed. The fabric moved almost hypnotically as she walked, being jerked back and forth by her perfectly round buttocks. Her legs were thick, but not fat, tonight contained by sheer, dark pantyhose. Her breasts were sizable, nothing like Elle’s twins, but definitely more than a handful from the looks of them as they bounced slightly under her white blouse. Her blonde hair was pulled back into some kind of bun, her dark-rimmed glasses adding a sophisticated eroticism to her sex appeal.

She was forty-eight going on thirty.

As the subtle war of words ensued between Doug and Brett, I excused myself by getting more soda. I fell in behind Mrs. Peterson and followed her to the counter. No one was out in front, and we had a moment to talk. I had gotten to know her pretty well working in the school office during third period as part of my graduation requirements. We laughed easily together, and we got along well. We would joke sometimes about my having a crush on her, and I never could tell if she knew I really did. If only she knew I had been fantasizing about her since the first day of my freshman year.

“Mrs. Peterson,” I spoke up, startling her a little. She jumped and spun around, her large dark eyes wide.

“Oh, David,” she smiled, her dark burgundy colored lips stretching into a sexy smile, “How are you?”

“Great,” I said, mustering all my confidence and charm, “It’s almost nine in the evening. Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Yes I do,” she said, “But I get paid for it.”

“Getting yourself a pizza?” I asked dumbly.

“No, actually,” she said as she showed me a piece of yellow paper. On it was an ad for a yard work over the next week. She was offering ten bucks an hour for three days worth of work.

“Your hedges need trimming?” I asked suggestively, knowing that my comment would either get me in deep trouble or move me closer to her.

She regarded me for a moment with a curious, surprised look. “Yes,” she nodded as she handed me the paper, “There’s a lot of work to be done around the yard, and Mr. Peterson just doesn’t have the time to take proper care of everything.”

I couldn’t tell if she was just being honest or sending me innuendos. “Well, I know my way around a woman’s garden,” I smiled broadly, “Trimming hedges and watering lawns is no problem.”

“I also need a hole dug out towards the back of the property,” she added, “It’s for my water fountain.”

“No problem,” I assured her, “Give me a shovel and I’ll take care of it.”

She smiled warmly at me, her poker face perfect. “Good then. Is ten dollars an hour enough?”

“More than enough,” I folded the paper and put it my pocket, “For you, I’d do it for free.”

“That’s so sweet,” she smiled, “Tomorrow then, five o ‘clock?”

“It’s a date,” I agreed.

She touched my arm and said, “Now David, you know faculty aren’t allowed to date students…”

She squeezed my bicep and I felt hot rush of blood blossom in my cheeks. I tried to think of something witty to say, anything to keep our verbal foreplay going, but failed.

“See you then,” she said and then left. I watched her leave, my eyes greedily taking in every contour of her body as she went. Images of all the sexual fantasies I had ever had about her flashed in front of my eyes as she pushed the glass door open and stepped out into the warm June air.

I walked back to the table and sat down.

“Where’s the soda?” Doug asked.

“What?”

“The soda?” Elle reminded me, “The soda you said you were gonna go get?”

“Oh,” I said, my mind jumping back to reality, “I forgot.”

“Could you want her more?” Doug laughed as I watched Mrs. Peterson get in her SUV and drive away.

“Your tongue was hanging out of your head,” Elle remarked, “Did you get anything on her shoes?”

“What can I say?” I shrugged, “I’m a victim of circumstance.”

“You’re a victim of your penis,” Elle countered,

“You would know,” I shot back playfully. Everyone laughed a little, even Elle, though I could tell I hit a nerve with her. We all knew that she and I had fucked, but it was something left unsaid most of the time. I think she didn’t want it being brought up in front of Doug.

“What did she want?” Brett spoke up, eyes closed, still reclining against the wall.

“Yard work,” I showed them the flyer she had printed up, “Ten bucks an hour.”

“Nice,” Doug said, “But are you really going to be able to concentrate?”

“You implying something?” I eyed him.

Doug flipped his lighter on and off again. “You’ll be so busy gawking, you’ll trim the wrong plants.”

“And you don’t find older women attractive?” I asked.

“Oh I do,” he smiled, “I just know how I would be in that situation.”

“There’s seems to be a lot of May-September sentiments floating around lately,” Brett chimed in.

“Whatever,” I said. I looked at the flyer and felt my cock stir against my thigh as I considered the possibilities. I felt pretty sure that she had been flirting with me back at the counter, but it could also have just been my overactive imagination. Either way, I figured if I had any chance to fuck Mrs. Peterson, I would have to make my move soon. I decided to put my best foot forward and give it my all.

***

That next day, at 5 pm sharp, as the sun descended towards the hills in the west, I arrived at Mrs. Petersons house. It wasn’t that hard to find, and I realized that she lived on the same block as Elle and her family. In fact, their backyards shared a property line, separated by a small creek and overgrowth. If you looked, you could see right into the kitchen and living room of Elle’s house from Mrs. Peterson’s back porch.

I had made sure to wear my tight-fitting A t-shirt so my arms and chest could be displayed. I played football for the school along with Doug, so we had both been able to work out in the school gym. I had developed my arms and pecs to the point where people actually complimented me on it. My stomach was flat and tight, the result of a lot of sit-ups and a lifetime of swimming. I had spent most of my free time in my backyard swimming in the pool and sunning as it grew unseasonably hot towards the end of April. I had a decent tan going that took the edge off my pale skin. My blonde short hair was spiked and combed to the best of my abilities, and I worn my loose fitting blue jeans and work boots. The jeans hung at my hips and helped accent the natural V-shape to my build.

I rang the doorbell, taking a deep breath and putting on my most charming face. I waited for a minute, and heard nothing. The smell of steaks on a grill wafted past my nose for a moment, and I hungrily realized someone was barbequing. My stomach rumbled at the thought as I waited for her to answer the door. I ran again and heard a door shut inside. A moment later, the door unlocked and opened.

“Hey there,” she smiled warmly, inviting me in with a gesture of her hand, “Sorry I took so long.”

“No problem,” I said as I walked in. The smell of cinnamon and spices permeated every cubic centimeter of the two-story house. Her décor was decidedly country, with paintings of cowboys and Indians adorning the white walls. She led me through the house and to the back porch. We stepped outside again onto the deck, and the smell of the cooking meat was even stronger here. The grill was a fancy set-up, probably costing upwards of three hundred dollars, a technical achievement in and of itself.

“Mr. Peterson loves to grill,” she commented, noticing my preoccupation with the barbeque, “He spent way too much on that thing.”

“No such thing as too much when it comes to cooking a good steak.”

“A man who has priorities, I see,” she smiled and caressed my arm again, this time with her open palm sliding up from elbow to my shoulder. I felt my cock starting to swell as my flesh goose pimpled from her touch. I was aware of my nipples growing hard and poking small protrusions in the tight fabric of my white tank top.

“What can I say?” I shrugged as I watched her tend the three slabs of beef on the grill. She was wearing a tan casual dress shirt, buttoned all the way save for the top two. Her shorts revealed her muscular legs, cutting off just an inch or so from the bottom of her ass. I could see no cellulite on her thighs as she bent over the grill a little, her legs slightly parted. She was barefoot, her toenails painted a deep red color that matched her lipstick. Her blonde hair was pulled back again, only a few loose strands hanging by her temples in light curls.

“Okay,” she said as she hung the spatula on the grill and motioned to the shed at the back of the yard, “Let me show you what to do.”

We walked out to the prefabricated little structure, me following her in a sexually charged hypnosis as I watched the rhythmic movements of her ass. She motioned to the hedges running on the west side of the property, thick and slightly overgrown in front of a high chain link fence. She said, “I need these trimmed back, just kind of straightened up a little. Nothing fancy.”

I looked at the bushes, pretending to be interested. “Okay.”

She went into the shed and brought back a large, black garbage bag, a pair of hedge clippers and an ancient looking spade. She set them down, propped against he side of the shed. As she knelt down, I caught a glimpse of her tits, tightly contained in a white lacy bra. My eyes widened as I stared, my cock feeling more and more cramped in my jeans. I wished now that I worn my boxers to better hide my erection, so I just shifted myself over casually and made due.

“Don’t worry about weeding around the bottom,” she said and caught me staring at her. She said nothing and went on as if she didn’t notice, “Just bag it all up in this bag.”

“Mrs. Peterson,” I stuttered, trying to recover.

“My name is Janet,” she smiled and touched my arm again, this time letting the touch linger for a moment.

“Janet,” I repeated, “Where would you like your hole?”

She smiled, a little embarrassed. “That’s kind of personal…”

“Oh,” I closed my eyes, blushing furiously, “I mean the hole for your fountain? Where would you like it?”

She smiled knowingly and motioned for me to follow her. I cursed myself for being so suave and smooth with her, and figured my chances for seducing her were pretty much shot. We walked out of the maintained yard and through a small path leading into the brush. The creek was babbling and swirling, and I could hear it’s soothing sounds as the water tumbled over the rocks and twigs covering the bottom of its bed. The hot yellow sunlight was turning orange, shining shafts of light into the small clearing near the edge of the property. Comfortable yard furniture had been placed in the clearing, and from here I could see directly over the creek and into Elle’s back yard.

“Right here,” she pointed at the space in the dead center of the clearing, “Make it about three feet wide, as circular as you can and about four feet deep.”

“No problem,” I said.

“Good,” she nodded, “Now I have to finish dinner. Why don’t you start with the hedges? If you finish them up quick enough, we’ll start the hole. If not, we can always do it tomorrow.”

I followed her back to the yard and began working on the hedges, clipping and carefully making sure not to fuck up her greenery. I was aware of her on the porch, tending the thick steaks as I worked. The afternoon sun beat down hard and coupled with the humidity was making me sweat. After fifteen minutes of this, I took my shirt off and set it on the porch. I made sure to make myself look as taut as I could, my every movement deliberate as I walked over to the deck. Janet looked up from her book and made no effort to hide her appraising glance at my body. I smiled at her, and stretched my back, which allowed my jeans to fall a little revealing my hips and the love trail of pubic hair that ran from the base of my cock to my navel.

“How’s it going?” she asked, her eyes constantly darting to my body and back to my eyes again.

I stretched my arms over my head, faking a big yawn. “Good,” I said, “I’m almost through with the hedges.”

She looked away, a blush rising to her cheeks, “That’s good. When you’re ready for the hole, I’ll take you back there and show you what I want again.”

My heart fluttered, and again I didn’t know if she was coming on to me or just being honest about wanting me to do the job right.

“No problem.”

I finished the hedges and after waiting for her to take the steaks off the grill, we went back to the small clearing. Her shirt was now unbuttoned a little more, allowing a generous view of the top crescents of her large breasts. My cock was being kind and hanging semi-erect, a barely noticeable bulge in my loose pants. But if I became anymore aroused, it wouldn’t be subtle by any means.

“All right,” she took the shovel and drew a circle in the dirt, marking off the area she wanted dug up. I decided to be a little more forward and stood very close behind her as she worked. I could smell her lavender perfume, and the effect was damn near intoxicating.

“Think you can handle it?” she asked, turning too quickly and bumping in to me. Her free hand fell on my sweat-covered chest, and remained there for a moment. She looked up at me, her eyes uncertain, as though she were debating what to do next. I could only look back at her, the now hot red sunlight sparkling through the foliage and catching her eyes, lighting them so I could see her pupils. She stepped back, looking a little confused, and I took that as a good sign.

“I can handle it,” I said suggestively.

She smiled nervously. “I’m uh, going to go get some water. Would you like some water?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

As she left, I set to work on the hole, digging like a mad man. It was true I wanted to be finished with the hole, but I really wanted my body to be as tense as it could when she got back, every muscle at ready. I wanted the veins on my arms to be pumped out, looking powerful and sexy. The dirt piled up to my side, surprisingly soft and easy to dig up. I noticed the kitchen light go on at Elle’s house and saw her mother, Sheila, walk through the house. There was a man with her as well, and I first I thought it was Elle’s father. But as I looked, I realized that the man who was now kissing Sheila was in fact my friend Doug. My jaw dropped as I stared at them, my shovel clattering to the ground.

“What the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?” Janet asked me as she came back to the clearing, two glasses of ice water in each hand. I jumped, completely startled and turned to her, unsure of how to approach the subject.

“Uh,” I laughed nervously and motioned the house across the creek, “I think I just saw something I shouldn’t have.”

Janet smiled as she walked closer, “What?”

I took my ice water and drank. “I think Mrs. Crane is getting her groove on…”

Janet immediately looked across the creek, crouching down a little. She laughed in disbelief as she saw Sheila Crane and Doug making out in the full view of the large kitchen window. Doug’s hands were all over her tits, and Sheila was clearly rubbing his crotch as they kissed.

“Holy shit,” she pointed, “That’s Doug Whitmore!”

“I know,” I chuckled, “He’s been talking about this mystery woman for the last two weeks, and no one could find out who she is. He wouldn’t tell anybody who she was.”

“No wonder,” Janet said dryly as we hunkered down behind the bushes, our shoulders touching as we watched them.

“Should we be seeing this?” I asked quietly, taking another drink from my ice water.

She looked at me. “Well, no. No I don’t think so… but oh my God.”

We both looked back to the window. Doug was pulling her blouse off as she undid his pants. They were trying to kiss and walk to the living room as they undressed. The light went on in the living room and they came into view. Sheila had lost her shirt and bra, and Doug had lost his pants and underwear. He hauled his t-shirt off and was naked, while Sheila stripped her bra off and let her breasts go free. I felt another blush rise to my face as I looked at Sheila’s massive breasts. Now I knew where Elle got her tits.

“Your friend Doug certainly has no problem with his wedding tackle,” Janet bluntly said as Sheila grasped his large cock and began stroking it.

“I guess not,” I agreed.

“This is unbelievable… who would have thought?” Janet whispered, her hand resting on my shoulder as we shared this unique voyeuristic moment. The scent of her lavender perfume washed over me again, and I shuddered a little. She looked at me, “You cold?”

“No,” I smiled, “The ice water gave me chill.”

And then, we heard moans coming from the house twenty feet away. Doug had bent Sheila over the arm of the couch and was fucking her hard in the ass. I felt my cock go rigid as I watched Sheila’s big tits swing back and forth from the power of his thrusts. Sheila was moaning loudly, and I heard several “Fuck yeahs” and “Yes baby’s” as his cock rocked her. Doug was clearly enjoying himself, his face contorted into a grimace of extreme pleasure. We both sat there in the bushes as the sun went down, spying on them having sex.

“It makes sense now,” I muttered.

“What does?”

“The night you gave me the flyer at the pizza parlor, Doug and Brett were kind of sparring back and forth. Something bad went down between them, I think. When I commented on you being hot, Brett looked at Doug was like, ‘There’s a lot of that May-September stuff going around, isn’t there Doug?'” I laughed.

Janet looked at me, her blonde hair backlit by the waning sun in a glowing haze. “You think I’m hot?” she asked simply.

It was now or never. “Yes I do, Janet.”

She smiled and turned back to watching Doug and Sheila. They had changed positions, and were fucking up against the wall, Sheila’s legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed against her. I felt Janet lean against me as we watched, and I boldly put my arm around her. To my surprise, she allowed herself to lean on me completely, accepting the embrace. Her hair smelled great as I held her, and I knew that we were on the verge of something here.

“If we’re going to watch, let’s get comfortable,” I said and sat down behind her. I spread my legs and she leaned back, sitting on her ass and scooting up against me. She laid her head on my chest and rested her arms on my legs. I knew my erection must have been poking into her back, but she didn’t move. From here, I could see right down her shirt again. Her breasts were irresistible as I found myself focusing more on her and less on Doug and Sheila.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Janet commented, “You can tell she’s not faking it.”

“I knew Doug was a ladies man,” I smiled, “But I never figured this.”

“It takes all kinds, right?” Janet offered, her hands caressing my legs.

“True.”

“Is this weird for you?” she asked, still focused on them as Sheila began moaning loudly again.

“No,” I said, still making no move to touch her yet.

“My husband won’t be home until later on tonight,” she said suddenly.

“That’s good,” I replied as I let my hands slide up her sides and over her breasts, cupping them. My heart was pounding in my ears as I waited for the rejection. But it never came, instead she made a throaty little murmur of approval as I began massaging her breasts through her clothes.

“That feels nice, David,” she said as Doug and Sheila got louder and louder. She scooted up closer to me, so that her neck was level with my mouth.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“I’ve been watching you for awhile now,” she said, “And I don’t think I can go on not knowing you’re like…”

“What would your husband think?” I asked as I began kissing her ear and neck, using the most passionate and gentle kisses I knew how to give.

“He’s a good man,” Janet moaned as she tilted her head back, “But he doesn’t love me. He’s in love with his work. And I feel so lonely, David…”

“No one should feel lonely,” I breathed hotly against her skin as I began undoing her shirt, “I can’t imagine anything better than you.”

“Thank you,” she smiled as I slid her shirt off and tossed it aside. Her skin was hot against mine, pale and so very creamy. Her white bra had no straps, and I unhooked it from the back. She took the bra and set it aside as I finally put my hands on her. Her tits were like satin mounds of pure sexual bliss, her nipples dark and hard against the white flesh. I kneaded them gently, twisting her nipples a little as I went back to kissing her neck. Janet moaned a sexy little moan that was filled with need and desire. Her hands were pulling at the fabric of my jeans as I necked on her.

“I want you,” I whispered into her ear. She turned her head and looked up at me. She parted her lips and then with one hand pulled my face to hers. Our lips locked together and we kissed deeply. My hand slid down her stomach as our tongues intertwined, and I let my fingers slide as far they could into her shorts. Her tongue felt so good in my mouth, and her taste was sweet and passionate. She turned around on her hip, leaning into me as we kissed, pushing me down to the ground. She straddled me, her thighs tight around my hips and her crotch against mine.

“If we do this,” she said, “You need to know a few things.”

“Sure,” I said, marveling at her gorgeous breasts as the sunlight disappeared and the world started to grow dusky.

“This is nothing more than fucking,” she told me as she ran her fingernails over my torso, “I’m married, and I plan to stay that way for awhile. We’re two friends helping each other out.”

“I have no problem with that.”

Janet smiled as she grinded her crotch against me. “And we don’t tell anyone what happened here tonight, got it?”

“Tell anyone what?” I asked.

“Good boy,” she said as she stood up and unzipped her shorts. She slowly pulled them down, teasing me as she leaned forward. Her breasts hung down and swayed with each movement, mesmerizing me. She stood up again and I found that she was wearing a black lacy thong with no crotch. Her pussy was moist and inviting, and I stared with unabashed fascination and appreciation.

“You planned this?” I asked, “Or do you always shave and wear crotchless panties?”

“I always shave,” she smiled as she began fingering her cunt, “But the panties were something special for you.”

“You’re amazing,” I said as she knelt down and unbuttoned my fly.

“Thank you,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine as she slowly unzipped my jeans and added, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I laughed as I put my arms behind my head, “No.”

She pulled my pants down as far as they would go, my boots not allowing them to go any further. My cock was rigid and ready, sticking out like a tree trunk and pulsing. She grabbed my shaft and began stroking me slowly. Her breathing was getting about as fast as mine as she jerked me off. I closed my eyes as she pumped my dick, her fingers occasionally tweaking my head as she went. She lay down beside me and started kissing me as she worked my cock. Our tongues danced together, lapping at one another as she brought me closer and closer to my inevitable orgasm. I was now moaning and groaning against her lips as she worked her magic on me.

“I want you to cum for me,” she said between kisses.

“I can do that,” I managed, my body pulled taut as I fought it off for as long as I could.

“Mmmm, a fighter,” she keenly observed as she quickened her strokes, “I love a challenge.”

I shifted my thoughts to baseball scores and math problems as she continued.

“Lets see here,” she smiled devilishly as she slid down my body. Not missing a stroke, she switched her hand for her lips. Immediately my cock was sucked into her hot mouth, her tongue rolling over me as she bobbed up and down on my shaft, my swollen head tingling and ringing like an alarm, warning me of the impending eruption. I could hear her wet, sloppy sucking of my cock as she moaned against my head.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as my balls shifted and I went completely rigid. I jerked and she pulled off my knob just time as the cum exploded from my cock and into the air. It splashed to my cheek in a long, thick white rope, across my pecs and stomach. More sticky gobs shot out as I fought for air, my body surging with the power of my orgasm. Janet went down on me again, cleaning off my cock and balls, up my stomach and chest. She lapped up the cum, her tongue leaving a wet trail behind as she cleaned me off. She reached my neck and suckled there, leaving a hickey.

Her pussy was hot against my throbbing member, and I was amazed to find that I was still hard. Janet got up and straddle me again, this time her pussy right in my face. I could smell her sweet nectar, the scent of a woman that was undeniable. I immediately set to work, forsaking her cunt and going right for her clit. I swirled around it, flicking and suckling on it as I massaged her ass. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting her blonde hair fall loosely at her shoulders. My face was becoming slick with her juices as I lapped and suckled at her hard clit, letting my hand roam up her body and to her breasts. I cupped them and squeezed. Janet moaned and began tweaking her nipples.

“Pinch them,” she breathed, “Pinch them…”

I pinched and pulled at her nipples, and she began a series of almost whiny coos and ohs of pleasure as I teased her. Her hips were swaying now, mimicking the motions of sex as I pushed her towards her orgasm. I was determined to stay down there, for as long as it took to make her scream. She was now moaning loudly as I worked my tongue over her, and finally, she reached the climax and could go no further. Her hips whip lashed violently as she gasped, her hands in her hair and back arched as the orgasm tore through her. Her cum splashed my face in a single squirt as she rode the lighting of her climax. Her thighs tightened around my face as she moaned the word “Yes” over and over and again. Finally, the orgasm subsided and she collapsed next to me on the ground.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, “Oh my God.”

I rolled over and kissed her deeply, her cum still fresh on my tongue. She embraced me with a fevered passion as our legs tangled together. My cock was hard and ready to go as she rolled to her side, her back facing me, and exposed her vagina to me. I scooted up behind, propped myself up on my elbow as she lifted her leg and grabbed my cock. With a quick movement of her hand, I was inside her. She was so fucking tight as I slid in.

“No too far,” she hissed lustily, “You’re almost too big for me…”

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised as my hips began to move back and forth on their own.

“Pull out before you cum,” she whispered, half turned towards me.

I nodded and began humping her. It took us a few minutes to get our rhythm down right as we grinded, circled and got used to each other. She brought her hand to my ass and held me there as we began to pick up speed. My hand found her breast as it bounced and moved to our rhythm. I started pulling and tweaking at her nipple again as she took her other hand started rubbing her clit. I could hardly think as we fucked there in that clearing, the sun gone and blue dusk settling over us. The only light was from the porch behind us and the windows from Sheila’s house in front of us. I looked and saw them still going at it like jack rabbits in heat, Sheila’s massive breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him on the couch. It was an extra turn on, seeing them fucking as we went at it, and I instinctively began to thrust more quickly and deeply.

Janet was moaning again, her pussy sopping wet as we fucked. We were covered in a film of sweat and dust as our pace quickened and we progressed towards another climax. I hoped we would reach it together as I started putting my all into the thrusts, ramming my cock hard and fast into her cunt. I could hear myself grunting with each movement, an almost primal angry sound to my ears.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, “Fuck me, fuck me , yes…”

“Yes baby,” I groaned, my hand glued to her tit, her nipple like a rock between my fingers.

“Oh fuck yes,” she whined again in that high lust-filled pitch, “Yes…”

The muscles in my buttocks and abdomen were screaming in pain as I hammered her, my teeth bared and sweat pouring off my brow. Finally, she came again, her hips bucking against me, her pussy spasming around my shaft as she let loose. I could feel her juices trickling over my balls as I felt my own climax approaching. I pulled out just in time as my load was released on her ass and the ground below. I literally stars swimming in front of my eyes, my face feeling numb from the near hyperventilation of our sex. We lay there, huffing and puffing, moaning to each other and kissing as we recovered.

“Oh my God yes,” Janet kissed me, her hands possessive of every inch of my body, “We are going to do that again.”

“I like that,” I smiled and then froze as the sound of an electric garage door opening reached our ears. Her eyes went wide as she immediately sprang up and grabbed her clothes together.

“Shit, he’s home early,” she cursed as she put her shorts on and fumbled with her bra. I scrambled to find her shirt, found it hanging from a bush and tossed it to her. She quickly got dressed and buttoned her shirt up. The sliding glass door opened and her husband walked out, looking for her.

“Janet?” he called out, looking at the now cold steaks by the grill.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“Stay here, hide down by the creek and don’t move. When we’re inside, get dressed and you can follow the creek out to Pine Street,” she whispered as she kissed me, took one last look at me naked, smiled and hurried off. I watched with a certain amount of jealousy as she greeted the undeserving bastard. He stepped off the patio, clearly confused as to what she had been doing in the back yard while dinner got cold. I could hear him complaining about cold food after a long hard day. He was really letting the 1950’s mentality reign supreme as he lectured her on why dinner needed to be ready promptly on time. It didn’t matter that he was back sooner than he had said he would be.

I waited by the creek, my pants still down around my ankles as I watched them. I saw my tank top still setting on the porch. Janet had noticed it too and was doing everything she could to keep him from seeing it. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me and saw Doug dart out of the house, his clothes and shoes cradles in his arms as he bolted for the bushes at the back of Sheila’s yard. He ran right towards me, and as he got closer, I could see him completely naked, cock and balls cutting through the air. He leapt quietly over the bushes and down the small embankment of the stream. He looked quickly over his shoulder back at the house and then relaxed, blowing a heavy sigh of relief as his eyes closed.

“Hard day?” I whispered.

“Jesus!” his eyes popped open, scared to death as he scrambled back up the embankment for a moment. He paused and then squinted at me, “Dave?”

“Hey there,” I saluted him sarcastically.

“What brings you to this neck of the woods?” he asked, covering his still hard cock with his clothes as he came back down to the edge of the creek.

I pulled my jeans back up, being careful not be seen by Janet’s husband. “I was trimming Mrs. Peterson’s hedges when her husband came home.”

“No fucking way,” Doug laughed.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded, feeling very proud of myself, and then added as an afterthought, “So Sheila Crane is your mystery girl?”

Doug nodded in frustration, “Yes, okay? We’ve been seeing each other ever since the night of the party at the flats when I brought Elle home.”

“She had sex with three guys that night,” I said, “I was one of them.”

“I know, you dog. And you’re a prick for taking advantage of her,” Doug rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like we haven’t fucked before.”

“I know.”

“So how did it happen?”

“Elle was passed out and her dad had just walked out on Sheila, and we were in the kitchen talking about it and one thing led to another…”

“So Elle didn’t break that kitchen table in a drunken rage then after all?”

Doug smiled. “No.”

“Is this why Brett is so pissed off?” I asked, behind me I could hear Janet still trying to get her husband inside.

“Yeah, he saw us at a hotel in the city and threatened to tell Elle.”

“No shit? Why didn’t he?”

Doug looked back at Sheila’s house as Elle walked in. Sheila had apparently had just enough time to get dressed again. Doug said, “I threatened to rat him out about his drug dealings.”

“Wow, go for the kill there, guy.” I whispered.

“I know,” he groaned as he rubbed his temples, “I just don’t want Elle to be hurt.”

“She really has a thing for you, Doug.”

“I know.”

“So why not just be with her?”

“I don’t love her, Dave… God I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you fucked her mom, man.”

“We’re not just fucking,” Doug looked at me, “I think we’re in love.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Wow.”

He frowned. “And how the fuck did you and Mrs. Peterson hook up?”

“It was a mutual thing.”

Doug looked thoughtfully into space for a moment, and then said, “There’s a certain irony here, Dave.”

“Yes there is.”

“Do you love her,” he nodded to Janet.

“No,” I admitted, “But she doesn’t love me either. It’s more of a fuck-buddy kinda thing. And I can live with that.”

He nodded, and we sat in silence for a moment.

“Is she good?” he asked confidentially.

“The best,” I smiled, “By the way, nice work with Sheila. Janet was impressed with your technique.”

Doug’s jaw dropped. “You saw us?”

I pointed the big bay window of the living room. “You weren’t very secretive.”

“Keep this to yourself, okay?” he asked.

“We’re both fucked if anyone finds out about this,” I said, “Your secret is safe.”

We sat there, Doug naked and me half naked as we waited for the right moment to go our respective ways. I knew that my situation complicated, and if Janet and I got caught, there would be a scandal. But if Doug and Sheila got caught, there would be a scandal and he would lose a good friend over it. I suppose we were both gambling here, but Doug was playing high-stakes. Hearing him talk about Sheila as we hid made me realize just how much he loved her, despite their age difference. It put a lot of things in perspective for me. Maybe it was for the best that Janet and I kept it on a purely physical level. There was a lot less to lose in the end.

But Doug…

Elle would never be able to forgive him for this, and I could understand now why he had so fiercely protected the identity of his mystery woman. In a strange way, it made me feel a little more relaxed, because no matter what happened, I wasn’t the one who had to deal with heartbreak in the end. I hoped they could have a happy ending, but I just didn’t see how that could happen. So I just smiled, let it go, leaned back and reflected on what a good day I was having.