CHAPTER 1
Waiting to be conferred with his double Master's degree in business administration and computer science, Palmer Dumas waved back as his overly proud mom and Aunt Phyllis and now there was his sister Susan, who a week ago received her doctorate, waving. He wasn't embarrassed because everyone in the crowded auditorium was waving at someone.
He regretted his beloved high school teacher Miss Hoffman was not there to see Palmer Dumas, one of her star students, take to the stage. He was pushed forward by the line of waving students and heard his name called and that shriek was his mother's baby sister. Palmer had already decided to get Phyllis away with a few drinks that evening before they went out to dinner and fuck her in the laundry. Phyllis was only eight years his senior and had appeared to be angling for it.
Last Sunday Phyllis had even put her foot on to his crotch at the table and he realized she'd taken her shoe off because he had felt her toes working on his growing erection. She'd then winked at him. Actually he'd rather his fuck tonight, graduation night, had been Miss Hoffman.
"Palmer Dumas," he heard an irritated call.
God, where was he?
Someone shoved him from behind and he staggered to the rostrum like a drunk. He heard his academic record read out: Top scholar in his year in business admin, top scholar in his year also in computer science, captain of the university's men's swimming team and highest individual scorer of the men's senior soccer team. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good boy Palmer. Daddy and mommy were so proud they had given him a car and Phyllis would probably donated her pussy to him for the evening.
"Son, didn't you hear me. I've announce you would speak on behalf of your fellow graduates," whispered President Dumas, his grandfather.
Palmer gave the stirring speech everyone had expected, although not quite hearing what they had expected from him. But those lined up waiting for their introduction, congratulations and receipt of their scroll laughed and clapped and cheered because they were all intoxicated -- either by liquor or excitement or both.
"I arrived at this university broke and I leave in exactly the same way -- broke. But the journey from that stumbling beginning -- I seem to remember I was drunk on my first day -- became an amazing journey. An impressive team of professors, assistant professors, coaches and support personnel profoundly influenced me. Whenever I fell I was picked up, dusted and urged to do my very best. Most of these supportive zealots were fellow female students in bed urging me to try again [that drew mainly appalled silence]. But away from the dorms that same push to achieve highest goals came from my dedicated tutors. And look where that got me? Up here talking to you guys. This is a great university and has prepared us well for our careers ahead by employing tutors with guts, vision and commitment. It's a super university you run here grandpa. Congratulations to my fellow graduates and thank you everyone for being here today to honor us."
That left fellow graduates cheering and almost everyone in the audience standing and clapping.
* * *
At drinks before the Dumas party went to dinner, meeting the Hawkins party there (the families were great friends and Dixie Hawkins had also graduated that day in education), Phyllis had open-mouthed kissed Palmer four times within forty minutes so at the fourth time they'd disengaged under the watchful eye of her latest husband Ted, Palmer whispered, "Meet me in the laundry in five minutes."
Palmer went to the laundry a few minutes later and his young aunt was already sitting up on the bench, dress hitched to around her hips and waving her panties around her head.
"Lick me," she commanded.
Palmer had been known as one of the best on campus for fellatio -- according to women -- so Phyllis lasted less that five minutes before she grasped Palmer's wavy brown hair in one hand, slapped the other over her mouth and screamed into orgasm. There was lube galore so after wiping his mouth on her panties he slid in his erection with ease, their crotches slapping together, pinning her against the wall as her eyes rolled and she slumped into a second orgasm as his thick seven and a half inches filled her and sent her over the top.
Phyllis was perky, exposing her little tits at him and crooning, "Suck, suck." But as soon as he did that she cried, "Hurry, hurry, Ted will be arriving in a minute to kill us."
She clamped and Palmer blurted, emptying into her aunt and thinking how mistaken he'd been to think how some of those top young women were so good at drawing the best from a guy in a way older dames wouldn't be able to match. He felt totally drained as Phyllis had almost pulled the head of his cock as it had begun spurting and had milked him until he was running on empty. That part of their adultery had lasted almost ninety seconds.
Even more remarkable, they were back in the lounge within view of her husband before Ted had finished the bottle of beer he'd started when they'd left for the laundry. Oh, so smooth. That had been a great fuck hadn't it, the culmination of years of desire? Don't kid yourself, he thought sadly. No, the woman he ought to have been fucking was his beloved high school teacher Miss Hoffman.
The only child of an English girl's school principal and a German chemical engineer, Miss Hoffman had arrived in the country as a six-year-old with her parents and under the persuasion of her mother studied education for a degree in education. She had been Palmer's most influential and memorable tutor at Metropolitan High School.
As his sexuality began to flow he'd resolved at high school graduation to date and seduce his brilliant Miss Hoffman. Of course he never attempted that, figuring after graduation that the age gap between them was too much. Miss Hoffman would have been at least in her late forties.
Palmer did however write to Miss Hoffman expressing his gratitude to her for the interest she'd taken in him and for the manner in which she'd opened his eyes educationally. He received back a cheerful reply and warm congratulations, the letter smelling of Jasmine.
So that was the end of Miss Hoffman, or so he thought.
At the two-family university graduation dinner, Palmer's blue eyes kept locking with the incredibly light blue eyes of Dixie Hawkins.
The two mothers had been trying for some years to match up the two casual friends but good-girl Dulce had remained aloof from good-time Palmer. Palmer was at the freshman's party when a drunken guy called Dulce Dixie and for some reason, to the horror of Dulce's mom, the name stuck and even Dulce soon began calling herself Dixie.
During a boring exchange between the two fathers that had stilled other conversations, Palmer inclined his head at Dixie. She emerged a minute later and found him waiting outside the women's restroom. She bit her lip and pulled him through the door.
"God you are so blatant."
"Well I didn't think you'd want to be fucked in the men's washroom."
"We'll not do that until we are engaged."
"Right, what else do you wish to talk about Dixie?"
"Us."
"We have little in common without sex Dixie. I'm off back to the table. You look lovely tonight. Pity you don't fuck."
A few minutes later Palmer watched Dixie resume her seat. He smiled at her and she smiled back wanly. Only then did he notice the reddened rims around her eyes.
He looked away.
* * *
The country was slipping into economic recession and when Palmer turned up to begin work with his new employer who'd recruited him while Palmer was still at college, Mr Soper said sadly, "I'm sorry Palmer but I'm firing staff in order to survive. I'll have to break my contract with you. Sue me if you wish."
"No that's fine," Palmer said, standing up and shaking hands, telling the worried looking owner of the Job Search Consultancy that it was a lesson for him in economic realism.
Two weeks later Palmer was thinking about returning to university to study management. He had planned to study on-line while working but could not find work. Then Dixie's father called. Over lunch Robert Hawkins said he and the family were fine but Dixie was looking rather lethargic and had started her teaching career. "Now Palmer, let's talk business."
Robert operated a company with three partners employing another thirteen accountants plus support staff. The company contracted out accountancy and auditing services but its business was shrinking.
"We have some hard decisions to make but it's best we partners don't make them unilaterally but we must possess the facts before we act. As managing partner and principal stockholder I wish to recruit you for three months as an independent consultant with fresh ideas to review our operations and to recommend to the board what steps it must take to consolidate its business viability."
"I'm surprised you wish me to work for you."
"I'm aware you have gravely disappointed my daughter Palmer but this is business," Robert said dryly. "I suggest you keep away from Dixie and her mother and they won't be any the wiser. Oh, you'll have to ask you mom to keep her mouth shut."
"Okay, but if they find out so what? Let's talk terms and conditions boss," Palmer grinned.
"Call me Robert. Only insubordinates call me boss."
A few days later Palmer learned from his mom Dixie was teaching at their former high school. Both mothers had also gone to that high school. Shortly after that Dixie called him.
"Hi, can we meet over coffee on Saturday morning."
"Okay but if you wish to tell me you are becoming engaged to someone I don't mind you telling me now."
"No," Dixie said. "This is business, well sort of."
"I'm intrigued. Maxine's at 9:45?"
