Unbelievable Summer Ch 22

Lois Tillman, an English teacher at Jamestown High School, got out of the bed she'd spent another lonely night in, put on her robe, and walked out to her kitchen. She made herself a cup of tea, went into the living room, turned on the TV, curled up on the sofa, and tried to concentrate on the morning news, but she couldn't. Her husband, Rod was a physical education teacher and football coach at the school where she taught. Football was all he lived for and he spent most of the summer running football camps, which meant that, as usual, she had to spend the summer alone.

She wasn't able to concentrate on the news program and stared to doze off, but was awakened by the sound of someone knocking at her back door and went to see who it was. She wasn't expecting anyone to visit.

Bobby Draper, one of her better students, was standing on her back porch. She opened the door and said, "Good morning Bobby, what brings you here so early?" She was actually quite glad to see him. It would be nice to have someone to talk with for a change.

"Ah, I'm sorry to bother you," Bobby said. "But I did something this summer I'd like you to look at."

"Why don't you come in, then," Lois said. "And you aren't bothering me. My husband is away at football camp. It will be nice to have someone to talk with for a change."

"Uh, OK," Bobby said.

Lois realized she was still in her pajamas and robe and thought it might be a good idea if she got dressed. "Why don't you help yourself to some tea, or coffee, or something," she said. "I'll go upstairs and change." She went to her room, took off her nightgown and got in the shower. "I wonder what Bobby wants to talk with me about," she thought as she stood under the hot, piercing spray. She was startled when, as she swept the suds-filled washcloth over her breasts, tingles of delight raced through her body. "What is wrong with me?" she mused. "Rod goes away for a few weeks and I turn into some kind of sex maniac?" Even though she felt a little ashamed doing it, she continued to caress herself with the soft, soapy cloth and, as a result, took a lot longer in the shower than usual.

When she was finished with her shower, Lois put on a pair of shorts and a loose T-shirt. She hardly ever wore underwear at home, mainly because she was usually alone and didn't figure she needed to. As she pulled the T-shirt slid down, it brushed her erect nipples and got a rush of excitement that made her legs feel weak. "Lois Tillman, you have to get hold of yourself!" she scolded herself. She combed out her shoulder-length blonde hair, put on her glasses, and headed downstairs.

Bobby, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, sat at the kitchen table. A thick folder lay on the table in front of him and he held a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. He looked up and smiled when Lois walked into the kitchen.

Lois realized that the young man had a funny look in his eyes, glanced down, and saw that her partially-erect nipples showed very clearly through her T-shirt. "Damn, I should have put on a bra," she thought. "Well, too late now, I guess. I can't really go back upstairs and do that." "Ah...did...um...ah...you have breakfast, Bobby?" Lois asked.

The young man laughed.. "I can't get out of the house in the morning without eating breakfast," he said. My mom says breakfast is the most important meal of the day." He chuckled. "Robert, you have to eat your breakfast it you want to stay healthy," he said in a fairly accurate impression of his mother, a woman Lois knew.

Lois couldn't help but giggle at his performance. "You know, she's right," she agreed. "Since you've already had breakfast, would you mind if I get some and eat while we talk?" she asked.

Bobby shook his head. "Nope," he said.

Lois got herself a bowl of cereal, put milk and sugar on it, then sat back down at the table with her young visitor. "So...what brings you here this morning?" she asked, then she forked a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

Bobby's face turned red. "Ah...I...um...I wrote...um...a...you know...book," he stammered.

Lois couldn't help but be surprised. She finished chewing the food in her mouth and swallowed, then she said, "You did? What kind of book?"

"Ah...I...I'm not sure, exactly," Bobby said. "It kind of tells the story of an average kid's experiences in high school, I guess."

Lois put more cereal in her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed. "Is it fiction or non-fiction?" she asked.

"Ah...I...I'm not sure," Bobby answered. "I mean, most of it is, you know, kinda based on me, I guess, but some of it isn't what really happened."

"What made you write a book?" Lois asked. She'd been teaching English a long time and had a number of very good students - including Bobby - but never had a student of hers written a book.

Bobby shrugged and his face got a little redder. "Ah...I dunno," he mumbled. "I...it was just, you know, something I kinda wanted to try. Ah...do you think it's stupid I did it?"

"Oh, no, not at all!" Lois replied quickly. "It's just that I've never had a student who wrote a book before."

"Oh," Bobby said.

"Let me clean up the dishes and get the table cleared, then I'd like to read your book," Lois said. She stood up and picked up her cereal bowl and the cup her tea was in.

Bobby got up when she did and when he saw that the sink held the dishes Lois had used for dinner the night before, he insisted on helping her wash them, even though she said he didn't have to.

The two of them stood at the sink, Bobby washing the dishes and rinsing them, Lois drying them and putting them away. He suggested that they do it that way. "You know where the clean dishes go," he explained to Lois, and she had to agree. As they worked at the sink, their hips brushed and when they did, a jolt of pleasant sensation rattled Lois, stiffening her nipples and making them stand out through the soft fabric of her T-shirt.

"I don't know why this is happening to me today! I...I've never felt like this before, why now?" she mused.

After they finished the dishes, they sat down at the table and Lois began reading Bobby's book while he sat there next to her watching her face closely, as if he was trying to figure out what she was thinking as she read.

The premise of the story was telling about the life of an average kid who as he went through his junior year in high school. It wasn't the most exciting topic and could have been a real dud of a book, but Lois found what Bobby had written wasn't at all boring. In fact, he managed to draw the reader into his protagonist's life and make them really care. She was surprised how fresh and creative he'd was.

After she finished a couple of chapters, Lois put the manuscript down and turned toward Bobby. In doing so, she accidentally brushed against him and again felt a jolt of pleasure race through her. "Bobby, this is quite good," she said.

"Do...do you really think so?" the young man asked. "You...you're not just saying that are you?"

"No, not at all. I think you do an amazing job," Lois said. "I'm surprised and pleased."

"Ah...thanks," he said. "Um, is there stuff I could, you know, change, that might make it better?"

Lois didn't have a lot of editorial experience, but she had noticed some areas where his grammar was clumsy and some of his phrasing could stand a little tuning up. "There isn't a lot I'd change," she said. "You're one of those rare people who are able to write the way they talk," she said. "That's really a gift. But I think it..." she went on to point out some of the areas in the parts she'd read where she felt changes would help the story.

Bobby reached for his pen, which was lying on the table in front of Lolis. When he did, his arm brushed against one of her semi-rigid nipples. His unintended touch sent an even stronger rush of pleasure through Lois's body. She found it extremely difficult to concentrate on what they were doing for a few seconds. She also felt a lot warmer.

They got very wrapped up in going over the manuscript Bobby had brought and, before either of the knew it, the morning had passed. They hadn't taken any breaks, they were so involved in what they were doing. Finally, hunger pangs made Lois look up at the clock. "My God, Bobby, look what time it is," she exclaimed.

"Oh, darn, I'm sorry, Mrs. Tillman, I didn't mean to take up your whole morning," he said.

"You didn't 'take up' my whole morning," Lois said. "I've enjoyed what we've been doing...and we aren't done yet. Would you like to stay for lunch?" She'd been sitting a long time and was feeling kind of stiff so, without thinking, she lifted her arms over her head and stretched. When she did, her hardened nipples made little points in her T-shirt. When she realized Bobby was staring at her chest, she quickly brought her arms down.

"Ah...you...you don't mind if...if I stay for lunch?" he stammered, clearly embarrassed about being caught staring at her.

"Not at all," Lois said. "I have plenty of cold meat and cheese for us to make sandwiches. We'll have lunch, then do some more work on your manuscript."

"Ah...sure," Bobby said, nodding. "OK."

They did exactly what Lois proposed. After they made up the sandwiches, Bobby put them on a plate and set it on the table. Lois poured a glass of milk for each of them, then they sat down at the table and began eating.

"What made you decide to write a book?" Lois asked.

Bobby shrugged. "I don't know, exactly. I've read a couple of books about kids in school, but most of them are about kids who are in trouble, or who don't get along, or something. None of the books are about real kids, you know?"

"You're right," Lois noted. "Why do you think that is?"

"I'm not sure," Bobby said. "Maybe because people think regular kids are boring?"

Lois smiled. "I think you're probably correct about that," she said. "And what's special about your manuscript is that you manage to make the life of an average kid not sound boring."

"Oh," Bobby said.

They'd finished their lunch so once again they stood up and began clearing the table. And, as he had earlier, Bobby insisted on helping Lois wash the dishes. Since there weren't many dishes, it didn't take long to get them done. When they finished, they dried their hands and stood there at the sink, looking at each other.

Lois saw the way the young man was looking at her and found it disquieting. His gaze frightened and attracted her at the same time. "What...what is happening to me?" she thought. "Bobby..." she started to say, but her student silenced her by stepping forward, sliding his hands around her waist, pulling her against him, and kissing her.

Bobby knew he was taking a chance by kissing Mrs. Tillman, but it was a chance he thought was worth taking. He'd seen the confusion in her eyes, and his experience with his other adult lovers taught him to recognize the signs of sexual attraction and arousal he'd been seeing in his teacher ever since he'd arrived at the Tillman house.

At first Mrs. Tillman was stiff in his arms and wasn't responding to his kiss, either; her lips were just pressed against his. He had just about decided he'd made a mistake when he heard her moan softly. Her body relaxed, her arms slid around his neck, and there was a noticeable change in the way her lips felt against his. He caressed her lips with his tongue and was delighted to feel them part. It encouraged him even more when her tongue tentatively slid out and touched his. Their embrace and kiss continued and Bobby could feel his teacher's body pressing tighter and tighter against his. By this time he had an erection. Her hips were pressed against his so hard she had to be able to feel it.

Lois was lost in what was happening. She'd never had a kiss affect her the way this kiss she was sharing with her student was. Emotions and sensations she had never felt before were churning wildly through her body, growing stronger and stronger, threatening to totally engulf her. From deep inside her, a faint voice screamed, "What are you doing?" and despite the overpowering inner turmoil she was experiencing, Lois heard it and reacted. She pulled her lips from the young man's, and stepped back, out of his encircling arms. The minute she broke contact with Bobby, the powerful feelings began waning and some ability to think started to return. Her chest was still heaving and her heart was pounding and there was a wild, tingling in her body she couldn't remember ever feeling before, but... "Bobby, we...I...we...you and I...we..." she stammered. She wanted to tell him they had to stop this, to explain that what they'd just done was very wrong, but she couldn't form the words. And the young man just stood there, his face a bit flushed, smiling. He took a step toward her. Lois stepped back, but behind her was an arm of the L-shaped kitchen counter and she backed into that. Before she could slide sideways and get away from Bobby, he had his hands on her hips and was pulling her toward him with gentle, but insistent pressure.

"Bobby...no...we..." Lois stammered. She put her hands on the young man's shoulders, but found she hadn't the strength to keep from being drawn back into his embrace. Then his lips were pressed against hers once again and all the scary, wonderful feelings she'd been trying to will out of her mind and body came rushing back, and were even more overwhelming when they did. Moving as if directed by someone else, her hands slid from Bobby's shoulders around his neck and her body pressed against his. She could feel his swollen penis pressing against her through their clothing. She felt the young man's hands slid around behind her, cup her bottom, and pull her against him.

Her husband, Rod, was the only man Lois had ever been with and, as she fell deeper and deeper into the kiss she was sharing with Bobby Draper, Lois realized how little she really knew about what making love was like. Her husband had never made her feel the way Bobby was making her feel!

A combination of fear of the overpowering feelings sweeping through her, fear of violating her marriage vows, and a need to breathe gave Lois enough strength to tear her lips away from Bobby's. But, because he had her pressed up against the counter, she couldn't escape the pressure of his body against hers.

"Bobby...we...ah...we have...uh...to..." she gasped, struggling for breath, trying to find some way to get the message to the young man that what they were doing was wrong and had to stop. The problem was, a very large part of Lois didn't want to stop what was happening because that would mean the wonderful things she was feeling for the first time in her life would stop, too.

Bobby lifted his hands from her bottom, gently cupped her head, and pulled her mouth back to his. Groaning, Lois savored the resumption of the kiss and the return of the delectable feelings that went with it. She was now thrusting her tongue into the young man's mouth, parrying his, and enjoying the electric sensations that raced through her body as she did.

They clung to each other in the kitchen, sharing increasingly passionate kisses, for quite a while. Lois wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but at one point Bobby's hands had slid under her T-shirt and were caressing her bare back, adding even more wild sensations to those already whirling around inside her. And then she realized her hands were under his T-shirt, too.

Bobby's kisses eventually began moving from her mouth to her neck and shoulders, which added yet more wonder to the experience for Lois. He started urging her toward the doorway that led from the kitchen into the living room and she allowed herself to be guided in that direction. Part of her knew and dreaded what the next step would be, but again an even more powerful part of her wanted exactly that to happen.

Their clumsy shuffle continued, as did their impassioned kissing. Eventually Lois realized they were in the living room, standing next to the sofa. Bobby slid her T-shirt up and, without thinking about it, Lois raised her arms to make it easier for him to remove it. It should have bothered her that she was standing bare-chested in front of a man other than her husband for the first time in her life and that the man she was standing in front of was a student, but it didn't bother her, not at all. She saw the avid look in Bobby's eyes as he stared at her bare breasts and was thrilled.

"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned and a powerful tremor went though her when the young man bent and sucked one of her rigid nipples into his mouth. She clutched his head in her hands and continued moaning while he continued to suckle her breasts, first one, then the other. While he did that, she felt him opening the clasp at the waist of her shorts, then the loosened garment slid down her legs. Now she was completely naked in front of the young man who was still busy suckling her nipples and making her wild with need.

Lois had never experienced such powerful - and magnificent - feelings before in her life. Nor had she ever felt so out of control. She knew what Bobby intended to do; he was going to make love to her. There was nothing she could do to stop him, either, because she wanted him to make love to her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. His kisses and caresses had her more aroused and feeling better than anything her husband had ever done to her and instinctively she knew there were even more fabulous feelings yet to be experienced. She tore at he T-shirt and, with his help, got it off, then she pressed her bared body against his while they shared yet another impassioned kiss. When his bare chest rubbed against hers, she gasped, then moaned with joy.

The kiss ended and Bobby urged her to lie down on the sofa, which she did. She laid there, gasping, watching avidly as he shed what was left of his clothes. "Oh, God!" she thought when his erection came into view. "He's huge! He'll...he'll never get that in me!" She almost protested, but before she could utter a sound, Bobby knelt on the sofa between her splayed legs leaned over her, lowered himself, and pressed his lips against hers. As he did, Lois felt his erection slapping against her labia and her hips rose involuntarily, as if seeking more contact with it.

Bobby broke their kiss, sat back on his knees, grasped his erection in his hand, and swiped the tip between Lois' labia. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she groaned, surprised to feel how wet she was. Sometimes, when she and her husband made love, she hardly got wet at all. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned again when the young man repeated the action. She felt her hips rocking, as if her body was begging him for contact. Why didn't he just put it in her? That's what she wanted. That's what she needed.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned when, at last, he placed the tip of his erection in her opening, then he leaned over her and began lowering his hips slowly, pressing the stiff, fleshy tube into her. Lois could hear herself moaning almost non-stop. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over her as Bobby's erect penis slid deeper and deeper into her body. She never in her wildest dreams imagined it was possible for one human being to make another feel this good.

Bobby was more than a little surprised by how fervently Mrs. Tillman was responding to him. She was acting like she'd never had sex before; or at least not for a very long time. All of his other adult lovers were passionate, but she gave passion a totally new meaning. He was also surprised by how snugly her vagina grasped his invading penis. "Wow, maybe coach isn't so 'big' at all," he thought. He held most of his body off Mrs. Tillman's on out-stretched arms while he continued lowering his hips until his erect penis was entirely buried in Mrs. Tillman's body.

Lois couldn't believe Bobby had gotten that huge penis into her, or how wonderful it felt to have it there, inside her. His hips were pressed against hers, forcing her down into the soft sofa cushions. Then the pressure began easing and she felt him sliding out of her. Her moans continued, changing in tone as he moved in her, but not stopping. She quickly realized he wasn't going to pull out of her when his erection again plunged deep into her, raising the volume of her moans to a new level. He kept moving in and out of her, starting slowly at first, then moving more and more rapidly. As he did, the level of pleasure Lois was feeling shot up like a rocket.