Chapter 5: Marcella Winston, again

As it happened, my schedule was clear for the coming week. The school field trip would take both Amanda and Sandra to Washington, and Jill was off vacationing with her parents to somewhere. I was finished with Art, and my other student had not yet contacted me. My good friend, Jeremy, set up a tee time for us at the local country club and I spent most of Saturday there, at first on the driving range, then, having been talked into it by the others, playing thirty-six holes of golf before finally retiring to the nineteenth hole for refreshments. As I emerged from the locker room following a quick shower and change of clothes, I headed to the patio to find a table for my friends. I had barely taken my seat when I was approached by a couple.

“You’re Matt Wilson, aren’t you?” the man asked.

“Yes, I am,” I replied and started to ask who he was just as his companion turned to face me as well.

“I’m Richard Winston. I believe you have met our daughter recently. This is my wife, Marcella.”

I offered my hand as a greeting to him and smiled at her. “Yes, I did have the privilege of meeting her. She is a very beautiful girl.” And then, like a dummy, I paused and then added, looking at Marcella,” I can see where she gets her beauty from.”

“Yes. Well, we appreciate the kindness that showed to her. We had some initial concerns about that. Thank you.”

“I understand that she is going on a field trip this coming week, with her classmates.”

Marella responded quickly, “Yes, and Richard is going to California for a meeting all week as well. I’m going to be stuck her by myself with nothing to do.”

Just at the right time, my three playing partners arrived with drinks in hand. The Winstons said good bye and I collapsed into my chair, relieved that I had safely survived a meeting with the father of a fourteen-year-old girl with whom I had enjoyed some of the most meaningful sex I have ever had, and just a few days prior, his wife as well. Just a bit awkward, I’d say.

Jeremy had seen them talking to me while he had been standing at the bar waiting for his drink.

“So you know the Winstons, huh?”

“Yes. I don’t know them well, but I have met them. Why?”

“Have you ever seen their daughter? She’s knock down gorgeous, Matt. I mean beauty queen, Miss America gorgeous. My pulse rate goes through the roof whenever I see her.”

“Yes, I’ve met her. She is a very nice young girl. A bit young for you, though, Jeremy.”

“Well, yeah, but can you imagine? A beautiful face and a body that won’t quit, I mean --- can you imagine someone like that in bed?”

“How old are you, Jeremy, twenty-five? Twenty-six? She must be a dozen years younger than you.!”

“A guy can still dream, Matt.”

I ignored his last comment and changed the subject. But ignoring Jeremy’s dream did not simply make the Winston challenge go away.

Just before nine Monday morning, my phone rang. “Matt, it’s Marcella. We need to talk. I’ll pick you up in ten minutes, in front of your house.” It was not a request, that was quite clear. At least I had decided to not sleep in. Ten minutes later, I was in her car and on her way to their home.

When we arrived, she pulled her car into the garage and closed the overhead door. “No point starting a rumor,” she said as we moved into the house.

She had made fresh cinnamon rolls and the aroma of those rolls took me by surprise. She pointed to the kitchen table, slid a large cup of coffee in my direction and then handed me a plate with an enormous roll on it.

“I figured we should talk first.”

Given that she was not wearing a bra and had selected a very sheer blouse, it was obvious what she planned for second.

“Matt, I’m thirty-five years old. I have had sex with four men in my life, the first at fourteen with my instructor for your course, the second was a boy that took me to the prom, and for the past sixteen years, my husband exclusively. Until last month. The sex that I have had with my husband has been good sex, mostly satisfying to both of us, and I had no real complaints. But, I can tell you honestly that if I combined all of the pleasure from all of the sex over those years, it would not equal what I experienced with you in one afternoon.

“Since that afternoon, I have had sex with Richard five times and each time I ended up laying there wishing it had been you instead. I don’t have any idea what I will do about this situation tomorrow, but today, with everyone gone out of town, I’ll even be crude and say it this way. I need you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until you can’t fuck anymore, and then maybe fuck me once more before you leave.”

She looked at me, obviously waiting for me to respond. I knew that she was about to ask again, probably frustrated that I had showed no reaction to her statement.