Chapter 1
She couldn't let him go. She wanted to feel him close to her. She wanted to feel his strong chest pressing against the summits of her granite pointed breasts. She knew that this was going to be her last opportunity to let him know how she felt.
"Wait," she called. "Wait for me."
He turned and stood silhouetted against the hot, southern sun. Lifting the hem of her long skirt, Elanora ran towards him. Flinging herself against him she held him tightly against her perspiring body. She could barely get her arms around his strong manliness. Laying her head against his heaving chest, Elanora felt his sweat coat her cheek.
"Please don't go. Please don't go," she begged. "I love you."
Thom's voice rolled up from deep in his chest. "I love you too my darling. I was afraid that you wouldn't want me after doing what I had to do."
Lifting her face to look at him, Elanora stood on her tiptoes and offered her sweet mouth to him.
"I will always love you," she murmured into his mouth before he crushed her to his body.
Elanora's breasts heaved in passion as they shared a deep kiss. She felt his huge maleness rise up and touch her belly. Feeling wanton she pressed herself against him to let him know that she was not afraid of his power.
Carol carefully inserted her bookmark and closed the book. Rolling over she placed it on the bedside table and glanced at the clock.
"Midnight," she thought. "I wish I could get to sleep earlier. I have to be up and at the school by eight."
After turning off her reading lamp, Carol rolled back over and pressed herself against her husband's side.
"I wonder if he wants to wake up?" She asked herself.
She knew she was wet down there. Reading romance novels always did that to her. Inching up her nightgown she bared her thighs and straddled Jim's leg. She could feel her moisture coating his flesh and she squeezed his leg between her thighs.
"Umm, what's wrong?" Jim mumbled. "Can't you sleep? I have to get up early."
Disentangling himself from her arms, Jim rolled away from her and started to softly snore.
"Damn it," Carol said under her breath.
She lifted her hips and pulled her nightgown back down over her thighs. Brushing her fingers against herself she felt the moisture that had dampened her bush. She tentatively rubbed her fingers between her lips and felt a surge of sensation. She wanted to continue but the feeling of guilt that overwhelmed her made her stop. As if to mock the gods of guilt, she rubbed herself several more times before pulling her hand away and turning over on her stomach.
Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was an image of her fantasy Thom standing with his arms open to her.
Chapter 2
"I hate these early morning conferences," she said to no one in particular. The sun was already hot and she was sweating against the leather seat of the car. The twins sat silently behind her, their ears plugged up by their CD player headphones.
"Hey, there's a parking place in front," she practically shouted even though she knew the twins couldn't hear her.
Pleased with her luck, Carol patiently waited for the woman driving the van to maneuver herself out of the space. Pulling in, she turned off the ignition and waited for the twins to close the door before pushing the lock button.
"You go on to your class," she told them. "I'll see you when you get home. Don't miss the bus. Today's my bowling day and I can't pick up."
"Bye mom," they said in unison and walked towards a group of their friends waiting for the bell to ring.
Carol spotted several cigarettes being held in cupped hands by some of the boys. She tried but she couldn't remember if she smoked when she was a freshman.
Steven's teacher was a young woman in her late twenties. She was dressed in a sleeveless blouse and a pair of gray slacks. She greeted Carol and asked her to take a seat while she looked for Steven's folder.
It wasn't a difficult conference as these things go, Carol thought while walking back towards her car. Steven has to complete his homework and to stop fooling around in class. While she was there she asked about Steven's sister Sherry.
"I wish Steven could be more like her," the teacher said. "She is polite and wants to learn while Steven clowns around too much and disrupts the rest of the class,"
"She could have told me that over the phone," thought Carol. "I didn't have to drive all of the way over here for her to tell me that. It's not as if he brought a gun to school or anything."
"Damn it's hot. Why the hell did we have to move to Alabama? There are other places that they could have moved us."
The store wasn't crowded at this time of the morning and Carol picked up a few items. Placing her cup of hot coffee that she had bought in the deli section on the roof of the car, Carol put her bags on the back seat and slid behind the wheel.
A shadow fell over her and she looked up to see a vaguely familiar face peering in through the tinted window. The window squeaked as it whirred down and Carol got a better look at him. It was their new neighbor.
"Hi. Remember me?" He said. "We moved into the house just behind you two weeks ago. I'm Paul Dwyer."
"Oh, yes," responded Carol. "I remember you. How are you?"
Reaching up, her neighbor brought her coffee cup down and handed it to her.
"I'm fine but I don't think that this would have made it all the way to your house," he said with a laugh. "I thought you might want to drink it instead of washing your car with it."
Carol gave an embarrassed laugh in return.
"Thanks. I forgot it was there," she said and took it from his hand.
"I'll see you around," he said and stood up to walk away.
Carol found herself staring at the crotch of his shorts.
"I can see his package," she giggled to herself. "Package! I'm talking like someone on TV. I wonder if it is as big as Thom's?"
Still giggling, Carol put the car into gear and drove home.
Chapter 3
Sitting on her bed, Carol pulled her socks and tennis shoes off before crossing her arms and pulling her shirt up over her head on her way to the bathroom. Dropping her socks and shirt into the hamper she sniffed under her arms and decided to take a shower. Her bra, slacks and panties followed the socks and shirt into the dirty clothes piled up over the top of the hamper.
"Time for another wash day," she sighed.
The bowling league started at one o'clock but Carol liked to get there a little early to have time for some warm-up. This was the only time that she got to practice anymore. She and Jim used to bowl in a mixed league but they had dropped out when she was pregnant with the twins. Picking up her book from the bedside table, Carol went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Opening the book to the page she had marked the night before, Carol continued to read.
Elanora woke up with a start. Her back and her legs hurt from the strenuous activities of the afternoon. The sun was down and she had no idea what time it was. Thom lay beside her with his long hair covering the side of his face. She detected the scent of her spendings on his face as she leaned closer to kiss him.
The instant her lips touched his cheek he awoke with a start causing Elanora to pull back in alarm.
"What's wrong? Are you all right?" She asked.
"I was dreaming about you," he said and pulled her down against him.
Elanora wanted to get up and clean herself but she allowed him to hold her against his body. She could feel her matted pubic hair stiff against his thigh and she didn't like the feeling. It made her feel dirty.
"I have to get up and wash myself," she said and pushed against his chest.
"You're not going anywhere," Thom replied and pulled her over the top of his body. He held her against him for a minute and then he continued rolling until he was above her and between her legs.
"Please don't," she begged. "My thighs hurt from being stretched."
"I'll stretch you some more," he said and without warning plunged his throbbing member into her almost dry cavern.
Elanora screamed with the sudden intrusion into her opening but she knew it was useless. Thom was a rough lover. She had not been prepared for his coarseness when she threw herself at him only a few hours before.
Submitting to his power, Elanora tried to relax as much as possible in order to protect her body. The good feelings came back as she felt herself getting wetter while Thom pounded into her. Suddenly, with a shout, he forced his loins tightly against hers and emptied himself into her womb. Once again, she was not satisfied but that was all right. He would learn. She would teach him.
Carol felt a twinge between her legs as she marked her page and placed the book on the stand in front of the toilet. Carefully wiping away the moisture that clung to her lips, she allowed her fingers to linger for a moment.
"I haven't done that in years," she thought. "I'm going to have to stop reading these books."
The hot water felt good as Carol washed her hair. She stood under the spray and allowed it cascade down over her body. Her fingers found their way between her legs once again and this time she let them remain for a time.
"I'm not masturbating," she rationalized. "I'm just relieving some of the tension caused by that damn book."
Continuing to gently rub herself with her fingers she decided to go all out. An image of her fantasy lover, Thom, appeared in her mind as she caressed herself. Holding the hood of her clitoris pinched between her thumb and forefinger she exposed her pink little bud and rubbed it with the flat of the fingers of her other hand. It was a practiced motion that came easily even though she hadn't done it in a long time.
Arching her back she allowed the hot water to sting against her until she felt the wave of her orgasm rolling up her body. Her soft moans reverberated against the walls of the room and she collapsed against the shower wall.
