Chapter 3

She told him to go so she could take a shower and appear normal when Murdock got home.

She got up and walked around nude, not bothering to put on even a robe. His balls ached some more as he glanced at her while he pulled his clothes on.

“I can feel you leaking out of me,” she commented. “That’s different, too. When he cums in me, that doesn’t happen. He doesn’t produce as much fluid as you.”

“If it leaks out it just means I just have to put more in,” he said, still trying to be cute.

“Finally, he acts like a man,” she sighed.

She wasn’t exactly short with him. It was more like she was businesslike. He felt a sinking sensation in his gut. Would this ever happen again? He wasn’t so sure.

She walked him to the door, still naked, and he felt better when she kissed him before she opened it.

“Thank you,” she said, again.

“You’re welcome,” he said, automatically. “Are you ... um ... happy about today?”

He felt like an insect under a microscope as she gazed at him.

“More than you know,” she said. “Now go. The neighbors might notice your car having been here a long time, or you leaving. Jog to your car, as if I kept you too long. Wait! Give me your phone.”

He did and she punched in numbers.

“I put my cell in your phone. It’s under Jenny. Call me tomorrow when you get out of class.”

“Jenny?”

“Would everybody in town instantly know who Tawny was, if they found your phone and searched the contacts?”

“I guess so,” he admitted.

“And would everyone in town wonder why the principal’s wife was in your phone?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He went.

His dad was cool, but his mother still treated him like he was in high school. She worked mornings three days a week, and afternoons the other two days. She had called him to invite him to dinner that night and he went, thinking he needed to act normal. That started to unravel as soon as he walked in. She had that mother radar. She looked at him and said, “You’re early. What happened?”

“Life happened,” he said, hanging his book bag on a kitchen chair. “I’ve spoken English all my life, but you couldn’t tell it from my test scores. At least the other kids and me all have trouble.”

This was something near and dear to her heart. She had ragged on him for misusing various aspects of his native language many times. Her favorite was when he mixed up “me” and “I”. She and he argued about it all the time. To be honest, he knew the difference now, at least for those words, but he’d slip the wrong word in there just to distract her, once in a while. It worked this time, too.

She corrected him and then said, “I thought you had English on Wednesdays,” she said. “That’s tommorrow,” she pointed out, needlessly.

“I do. I was cleaning out my book bag today and found last week’s pop quiz,” he said, thinking fast. “It reminded me I need to study more in that class.” He picked his book bag back up. “Speaking of which, I’m going to go do that while you finish supper, okay?”

“Good. I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

He was slightly amazed. It seemed like the world was too brightly lit, and he was moving through it in three-quarter speed. He’d had sex for the first time in his life. He looked at his watch. It was 3:23. He’d lost his cherry just over an hour ago. He felt completely normal, except he could still imagine her taste, and the feel of her pussy walls fluttering around his prong.

Despite having been “kicked out”, his bedroom was still the way it had been when he left home. He went there to ‘study’ but thinking about Tawny gave him a hardon.

He went to the bathroom and jerked a load out of that boner.

But it wasn’t nearly as much fun as shooting in her mouth or pussy.

It was also surreal that supper, that night, seemed as normal as pie.

How could the world have changed so much, and yet not changed at all?

Bobby got out of class at ten, and tapped on “Jenny” in his phone contacts. It only rang twice before she picked up.

“I’m in the back yard,” she said. “I’m working on my tan.”

“I’ve seen you naked. You don’t have a lot of tan,” he teased.

“Which is why I’m working on it,” she said. “I might be in the pool when you get here. There’s a gate on the side of the house. When you come in, lock it with the padlock hanging there. I don’t want anybody else coming in after you’re here.”

“You have a pool?”

“You’re wasting time on the phone,” she pointed out.

Her end went dead. He’d been hung up on! Then again, she seemed eager and that stroked his ego.

He parked his car at the convenience store three blocks from her house and walked the rest of the way. He took his book bag with him, but it wasn’t a conscious decision. When he got to the house, he noticed the fence around the back yard for the first time. It was tall, probably eight feet tall, and that was just the tightly spaced wood pickets. Evergreen trees of some kind had been planted inside the fence, and they were three feet taller. It was a fence within a fence, and it was very private. It also helped with the wind. They lived in northern Oklahoma, and the wind blew every day. There was a running joke about that. Why is Oklahoma so windy? Because Texas blows and Kansas sucks. Ha Ha.

He found the padlock where she’d said it would be and carefully closed it on the hasp. She was swimming laps in the pool as he turned the corner into the back yard. It didn’t take her long to swim a lap. The pool was only twenty feet long, or so, and maybe fourteen wide. It looked like it was one of those preformed fiberglass jobs that they drop into a hole in the ground. But it also had a concrete pad poured around it, and it looked nice for a hot day.

There was a single wooden chaise lounge at one end of the deck, with a colorful beach towel draped over it. He’d never seen a lounger like it. It kind of waved in the middle, with the head higher than the foot and a hump between them. He would later comment on how sturdy this lounger was. He saw what might have been a robe lying on the concrete beside the lounger.

He looked at her cutting through the water. Her hair flowed behind her and he could see pale, naked skin where her body was. Her feet broke the surface and disturbed the image. He walked to where the robe was and set his book bag down. He was watching her when she came to the near end and stood up. Her hands went to gather her hair into a long ponytail and she did that thing women can do with a scrunchy from around her wrist.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, proving she knew he was there. She hadn’t looked directly at him, yet.

“Very much,” he said.

“Come on in. The water is great.”

“I didn’t bring a swim suit,” he said.

“I didn’t either,” she said.

He felt distinctly uncomfortable, disrobing in the open air, even though he knew nobody could see through or over that double fence. She was watching him, and that didn’t help. He’d never thought of himself as a particularly buff guy. He didn’t play sports, except when his dad dragged him out on the tennis court, and he wasn’t very good at that. When he dropped his drawers and stepped out of them, he had to suppress the urge to cover his genitals with his hands.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying the view,” she commented.

“What?” He was confused.

“You’re soft, silly,” she said.

He looked down. He was, indeed, as flaccid as a flat tire.

“Come stand over here,” she ordered, patting the side of the pool.

He shuffled over there and she reached to grab his hips and pull his toes so they hung over the edge. Her face was level with his cock.

“Yum,” she said.

“Yum?”

“Even soft, you’re big,” she said. His ego perked up.

“I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I’ve never compared it to anybody else’s.”

“Surely you’ve seen other boys ... young men, in the locker room at school.”

“It is a major social gaffe to stare at another guy’s cock in a situation like that. If you’re even caught glancing, it can generate unhappy rumors.”

“What a pity,” she said. “If I were in a boys’ locker room, I’d stare at them all.”

“You could get away with it,” he said.

She looked up at him. Her eyes were dark green, something he’d never noticed before.

“I’d want to play with them all,” she purred.

“If you were naked, they’d all be stiff as a bar of iron and ready to be played with,” he said.

“Aren’t you jealous that I’d want to touch them all?”

“You aren’t mine,” he said. “I still don’t understand why I’m here, like this ... why you chose me, I mean. I feel like I’m on a buzz from some really good weed.”

“Please don’t tell me you smoke pot, Bobby,” she said. Her words carried censure, but her tone did not.

“A couple of times,” he said. “I don’t buy it. It’s too expensive. I’ve been to a couple of parties where somebody had some and took a few tokes.”

“Wanna get high today?” Her eyes were guileless.

“You’re kidding,” I said.

“Murdock brings home all the dope he seizes at school,” she said. “He tells people he flushed it, but he doesn’t.”

“Principal Stevens uses drugs?” His knees felt weak.

“He has more than one habit the school board wouldn’t approve of,” she said.

“I’m not sure I’d trust anything he seized at school,” he said. “That’s another reason I don’t smoke a lot. You never know where it came from or what’s in it.”

“He’s been doing this since long before he was a principal,” she said. “He’s pretty good at identifying the source of most things. In his defense, he doesn’t take the pills he seizes, or any powders. He really does destroy those. But he likes his pot. I only use it every so often,” she said. “I like a buzz when I’m having sex.”

“And we’re going to have sex today?” he said.

Her hand went to play with his cock, which had lifted its head a bit, waking up and peering around.

“We’re going to have a lot of sex today,” she purred.

When she got out of the pool he imagined a mermaid with feet, instead of fins. She looked nothing like Disney’s Ariel, but he had a little fantasy that some kind of magic had let her become land-bound. She told him to take a dip and cool off while she went in the house. When she returned, she had something bulky in one hand, and a little plastic baggy in the other.

The “something” turned out to be what she called a cannibaphone, which she said Murdock had bought at a head shop in Norman. It was ceramic, with a black glaze finish. He supposed you could say it looked like an old timey phone with the bowl being where the microphone would go, and the mouthpiece where the ear is. That mouthpiece, though, was a good two inches across, and the way you smoked it was to seal the mouthpiece around your lips, and then inhale. The bowl was really small and she said it was actually designed to smoke hash oil. She liked to smoke bud in it, though, because the little bowl held the perfect amount for a single person to get high.

He would have never characterized it this way, but there is something sexy about a naked, good-looking substitute teacher instructing one of her students on how to use a cannibaphone. By the time they fired it up, he had a very nice erection. While he sucked on the phone, she sucked on his cock.

He had to say this for Murdock. He knew what to keep and what to toss, when it came to seized marijuana. He smoked one tiny bowl of what she had, and he was high as a kite.

She smoked one as she moved him to that oddly shaped chaise lounge and had him lie down on it on his back. Then she straddled it and impaled herself on his jutting prick. The crest of the “wave” in the chair’s design lifted his hips high and her knees were only half bent when she was seated.

She was high, too, and she was very energetic when she started moving her hips forward and back. She was so energetic that, at one point, the wooden feet skidded on the concrete with a rasping sound.

“This is a very sturdy sun bed,” he commented. He was high enough that while he could feel and was enjoying her clasping pussy very much, he was nowhere near feeling the urge to cum.

“It’s called a Nannette lounge,” she panted. “Murdock got it for me for our first wedding anniversary.”

“Interesting anniversary present,” he said.

“He got it for this purpose. It was actually for him, so he could be comfy while he watched me fuck him. That’s pretty typical for him. Everything is about Murdock.”

“So you and him have had sex on this?”

She heard something in his voice and stopped moving.

“Don’t you dare go soft on me,” she said. “Think about all the times that bastard called you on the carpet, or disciplined you. You’re fucking his wife, Bobby. You’re fucking Principal Stevens’ wife. You’re getting even.”

He reached for her breasts, which had a sheen of sweat on them.

“I don’t want revenge,” he said. “I don’t want to fuck his wife. I only want to fuck you.”

She leaned down and kissed him. It was a long kiss, and she didn’t move her lower body while she did it. All she did was squeeze and release on his cock with her internal muscles.

“Why couldn’t I have met you in college,” she said when she lifted her lips from his.

“I would have been ten, or something,” he said.

“And I’d have been nineteen. I could have been your babysitter.”

Being high didn’t prevent him from doing the math.

“You’re twenty-eight?” he said.

“I could have been your hot babysitter and taught you all about sex,” she said.

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