Original story: Scipio
Continued: RogueAlan
Author's Note: Happy New Year, gang! I know, it's been too long. Real life gets in the way, though, and the time to write isn't always there. And frankly, Ann's story was coming easier than Sharon's... What's left for Sharon to do for us? Not to mention that pesky little continuity thing-- as the story grows longer, making sure I'm not committing some cardinal sin in timeline or who said what or who did who becomes more of a challenge.
Toward that end, those who've caught me making a mistake, my most sincere apologies... I've tried to minimize them, but I know they exist out there. And if you've read closely enough to catch them, my thanks, I hope it hasn't detracted from the story.
It was NOT my intent to hold this until it was 'appropriate' but it seems to have been fortuitously timed. Which brings me to my requests... as ever, PLEASE someone take a stab at what happens... if not to Sharon, there are her friends, other BZ Bitches, her son and daughter, Chris, the doctor, his staff, the frat members... the options are endless. I started out rewriting Penthouse Forum stories decades ago, because they all had errors... My writing still has errors, but over time the practice made for better writing. And the authors who've let me crib their characters and take them on new adventures I owe a lasting debt. One of these days I'll do some more original pieces, but we have a ways to go with Sharon and Ann yet.
But I mention this because if you've noticed on the new stories line there is a little annual contest. I am NOT asking for me... a couple stories over the course of a year wouldn't put me in the standing of the regular contributors here, but there must be authors and stories you like, and I hope you will take a minute to nominate your favorites for the LitErotica awards... I always enjoy Just Plan Bob, StangStar06, StoryTeller07, dr13bone, Karen Kay, and a bunch of other authors, for example. Think of it as your chore for getting to enjoy an endless stream of great erotic stories.
And as ever, let me know what you like... or don't like. I'll listen to suggestions, but can't always promise they get incorporated. D, your suggestions saw some life in this chapter. Roby, there were a couple Playboy girls at the end of the year whose measurements would be bang on for Sharon if they were say fifteen years older. To the readers who hated Sharon's implants, I'm with you, actually... my personal experience is that they suck. But it seemed a natural step for our heroine. To all the others who have asked after Sharon my thanks, I hope you'll enjoy 17B...
RA
Chapter 17B: Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sharon was nervous when she woke on Monday. It was not about classes, or anything related to the frat. She rolled to her side, gazing lovingly at her companion, happy that they were together, that her breast implants had not... she giggled as she thought 'come between them,' because that had most certainly happened. Rolling supine once again, she stared up at the ceiling, replaying the past weeks as a defense against considering the coming day... or more accurately the coming night.
Still excited after the unexpected and brazenly rude approach of the arrogant frat students... or more accurately from the subsequent 'work out' she had thoroughly enjoyed-- and in public no less-- with Bernie, Sharon had expected to clean up and practice her dancing. Instead, she had come home to find her guest waiting for her.
Kelly had been naked, and within seconds, Sharon had joined the younger woman. Kissing and fondling one another with the familiarity of long time lovers, Sharon had wanted to go into the bedroom, but Kelly had not been patient enough to wait. Before she could consider whether she had even closed, much less locked the front door, Sharon had been moaning in her front room as Kelly knelt in front of her, hands steadying them both at the back of Sharon's toned thighs as she lapped at the housewife's hairless seam, pausing at the top of each stroke to suck or lick at her aroused bead.
Sharon came quickly, sagging back until she had managed to catch the pole where the table had once stood. Kelly had moved with, her, until Sharon's ass was centered on the cool brass, as the young brunette's hot breath and skilled tongue got her off again.
Panting, hungry to return the favor, Sharon had pulled the shorter woman up, gasping in pleasure as Kelly's lips fastened onto her turgid right nipple, manicured nails playing deftly with the pierced left side. Her free hand had cupped Sharon's tight ass, dropping lower until her fingers slid easily into Sharon's dripping sex.
"Mmm," the brunette BZ murmured, "I've missed this." Sharon shivered at her lover's words, catching Kelly's head in her hands, bringing her face up, and kissing the younger woman fervently. Her own hands had slipped down Kelly's tanned sides, then rose as she cupped the more naturally endowed woman's full breasts, thumbs flicking at her nipples, then applying a firm pressure. Kelly's head dropped back, her body undulating, pelvis pressing against Sharon's thigh, one leg rising as she rubbed her sex against Sharon.
Sharon's lips dropped to Kelly's neck, and balancing her weight at the small of her back, she slipped her arms back until she was hugging the smaller woman.
Giggling, she spun, placing Kelly against the pole. Flexing her knees applied more pressure against the brunette's sex, and let her slide lower, until she could begin to lick and suck at the younger woman's pierced nipples. She caught one ring in her teeth, pulling gently, which elicited a gasp. Kelly was literally humping herself against the top of Sharon's thigh, and it was tempting to shift just enough that they would be sex to sex, but Sharon knew she would not be able to hold that position... and she wanted to taste Kelly's nectar.
Her hands replaced her lips at Kelly's breasts, anchoring her dance partner against the pole as she kissed down, until she came into contact with Kelly's hooded clit. She closed her lips over the sensitive flesh, applying gentle suction and flicking at the cleft in the hood as her knees came to rest on the ground between Kelly's spread feet. Looking up, the sexy brunette had reached up, grasping the pole above her head, and for a moment Sharon imagined doing this in front of the crowd at Snake Eyes. Her body trembled, and she blinked, wondering how she had become such an exhibitionist.
She never stopped working at Kelly's hidden button, though, and as she paused for the first time, pressing her nose against the top of Kelly's sex, while dragging her tongue down, and then back up the brunette's dripping sex, Kelly's hands came down off of the pole. When Sharon again began to suck at Kelly's clit in earnest, the younger woman's fingers tangled in Sharon's newly styled hair, pulling her closer, urging her on.
Sharon thrust the long middle finger of her right hand into Kelly's sex, then, searching for the almond shaped almost pebbled texture on the front wall of her lover's vaginal vault. Remembering the way it had affected her, she circled the subtle protuberance as she continued sucking and licking at Kelly's clit. As the younger woman's breathing and trembling thighs signaled her approaching orgasm, Sharon applied more direct and insistent pressure. She reveled in the control she had over Kelly's pleasure as the smaller woman's orgasm broke, hips jerking, even as she tilted her pelvis, pressing her sex against Sharon's insistent mouth.
Kelly's climax continued, spurred on by Sharon's digital manipulation. It seemed to echo and rebound, flowing into the climax that followed on its heels. And as she cried out, her juices literally erupted, soaking Sharon's face and hand. The housewife murmured in delight, lapping the brunette's cum up, all the while keeping that pressure at the front of Kelly's sex.
Kelly had proven to be as quick a student of the squirting climax as Sharon had been, and had laughed as the married student soaked the linoleum floor only a few minutes later. It had become something of a challenge, in the days since, each trying to get the right leverage long enough to get the other off so totally. Her young friend had visited every day during the week, and the women did not bother with clothes as they caught up, Sharon telling the young brunette about her Vegas weekend, and Kelly showing her preferred dance partner some of the new routines she and Lisa had put together.
Sharon spent the time she was home while Kelly was in class or working for the frat trying to perfect the new dances; she was anxious to get back to Go's, and never considered how that could be the case. In fact, by the 11th, she had called the frat repeatedly, asking if she could go back to dance, and given the repeated denials, she was considering taking her case to Go in person. While the thought left her more than a little aroused, she was also aware that it might lead to some punishment or other by Dave and Shaun, and that had kept her from acting.
Her rebellion had gone so far as to drive Kelly to the club on Wednesday, even waving at a couple of the other dancers who were going in . She had hoped Go would hear and would demand Shaun and Dave let her return to the rotation. But nothing had happened.
She had taken a circuitous route home, finding with a little difficulty Mary's impressive house. She was not really surprised to find that the brass 'Gardener' plaque on the stone wall beside the drive had a professional looking 'BZ' added at the end. And through the closed gate she could see several of the frat members' cars. But it was cold enough that any partying she was missing was happening inside. She turned toward home, not really considering that she did not know when Dave or Shaun had returned her car, or that she considered the tiny place where she was living home, rather than her real home.
She had stopped, shopping aimlessly in the Walmart before returning home, where she had made sure that she was caught up on homework before she went through the dance routine and headed across campus to exercise. As she went through her circuit and climbed back onto the treadmill, anxious that she had gained weight during her dancing hiatus, Sharon could not keep from looking to the door each time it opened. She found herself hoping Bernie or one of the other frat members would 'interrupt' her, but it did not happen. Instead, she found her momentary attention to the succession of students there to exercise insured that the young men spent most of their time watching her.
It was a relief that none of them were so bold as to approach her. She knew she should just ignore anyone coming into the gym. She did shock herself that Wednesday as a boy lifting an impressive weight on the squat rack drew her attention-- she found herself wondering if he might be sufficiently endowed to satisfy her. Because as amazing as her orgasms were with Kelly, it just was not the same. She needed more. Frightened of what she was thinking, the blonde housewife abandoned her cardio, jumping down before the belt had stopped moving, with her towel and water bottle in hand. She did not bother with the locker room, which would mean passing close to the young man who had been a temptation.
Instead, she went out into the hall, and followed the signs to the pool. Maybe Bernie would be inside. Instead, it was open swim, and there were student splashing and having fun, with a clutch of matronly women in the shallow end doing water aerobics. Sharon smiled, amazed that more than a few of the women were actually wearing bathing caps. All had to weigh at least twice what she did, a reminder that it was important that she keep exercising. So she returned to the gym, and for the first time in nearly two weeks she had studiously ignored the others for the rest of her visit.
