Summer Romance 4

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I loved summers, especially this one. Home from school, all I had to do was sit in the high chair in my red one piece; reflector pilots, floppy hat, with the big dollop of zinc oxide on my nose and tell little kids to stop running.

I'd been life guarding at the neighborhood pool since I was sixteen. I knew everybody. Everybody knew me. It was the perfect summer 'chill job' between years at college and it gave me enough money that my college fund stayed flush. Yeah. I loved my dad, but he wasn't helping. What my mom left me was sending me to the best school in the state.

Oh, reflector pilots, you caught that, huh?

How else am I supposed to check out all the simmering hot bodies without getting caught? Sure, it let me watch the guys watching me. That was to be expected, but those weren't the hot bodies I was interested in. Not even the cute high school girls that laid out, laughing and giggling in their skimpy little bikinis.

No, I was looking at their sexy moms. Older, mature women, not girls.

Mrs. Archer was one of my favorites. I went to school with her daughter Anne, played volleyball with her. Anne was cute, even hot like me, but her mom... Fuck me with a spoon; she had a body I'd kill for. Super model gorgeous; I could watch her all day, and before this year, usually did.

This year, though, there was someone new, and so out of character for my tastes, but so enticing, so intriguing, so beguiling all the same. Petite brunette, slight, almost waifish with these blue green hazel eyes that just ate at your soul. Her coy grin every time she walked past my chair made me wet. It was almost an obsession, and she knew exactly what she did to me.

In fact, for the past two weeks, she had been showing me, teaching me, molding me. I thought the professors at school I had let seduce me had taught me things.

They were neophytes compared to Elle.

It wasn't just the simple pleasure a woman can give another. It was the special intimacies that only two women can share. The fine details of anatomy that only a woman can know, and even then, so many, sadly, don't.

There were other things, too. She showed me the subtle ways pain and pleasure can join, meld, merge, the intensity that something as simple as being spanked can bring to sex, and the ferocity it can add to an orgasm if your lover is pounding your pussy with her strap-on at the same time.

And submission; oh fuck, yes. To surrender, to give yourself, to abandon control, my god, that was so freeing. The sex that came with it was almost beyond my feeble mind's ability to comprehend.

I was still sore from yesterday. A vibrator in my cunt and a plug in my ass. My hands bound to my ankles, she stood over me, letting me lap at her sex. It was so fucking hot when she came, covering my face with ejaculate. My orgasm, or orgasms, ripped me apart.

Every day I knew that as soon as I got off work, I would be in her arms, between her legs, worshiping at her sex. Her lips would be mine; her clit would submit to my kisses and sucks and nibbles as she did the same to me. We would explore each other, rediscovering the bodies we both knew so well, treating them as virgin territory.

Her fingers would drive me mad as they plunged into my wetness and I succumbed to her talents, my moans and screams echoing from the walls. My breasts would sting and tingle as she nipped at them, kissed them, fondled them, her touch sending chills through my body with each caress. She had taught me so much. Like a sponge, I soaked every ounce I could into my soul.

Today, Elle didn't show, which bothered me.

My dad called during my lunch break. He had some big secret he needed to share.

I climbed into my chair, put on my pilots, and cast my gaze on Mrs. Archer. My dad's voice came from behind me.

"Abby, there's someone special I'd like you to meet." His face told me all I needed to know.

Her hand in his, Elle smiled and winked, "I'm happy finally to meet you, Abby."

All my doubts vanished.