Donna Gant sat reading a magazine on the couch in the family room of her center hall colonial. It was around one o'clock on an August afternoon, and the late-summer heat and humidity was swelling outside. Donna was enjoying her last "free" days before the new school year began, and she would have to get back to work. Donna was a science teacher at the local high school where here sons, Ryan and Mitchell, attended. She and her husband, Tom, had moved to the town some 12 years ago, when Ryan was just five and Mitchell was only two. Donna had her master's degree in hand, so finding a job at the school was relatively easy. Tom was a fast-rising advertising executive and their combined incomes made it possible to live very comfortably.
Ryan was one of the stars of the football team. Tall and muscular, he was an all-state tight end in his junior year. His upcoming senior season would determine not whether he would receive a scholarship from a Division I school, but rather which college he would be playing for next year.
Since Ryan was such an important part of the football team, Donna became involved as the head of the varsity club. Her connections in the school as a teacher helped her get things done, and she generally enjoyed the social aspect of interacting with the other parents. Donna needed more social stimulation lately. For several years now, Tom had been spending much of his time at work. His career had taken off so quickly that he was now a senior vice president at only 42 years of age. But that sort of quick success required hard work and extra time. And each of those impacted Donna; when Tom was actually home early enough to give her some attention, he was often too exhausted to put any energy into their relationship. And it had been months since she had even suggested sex.
So Donna used her position on the varsity club to build friendships with others her own age. While this certainly filled the void she felt for social interaction, the need for a fulfilling physical relationship still lingered. More than lingered, at times it was burned. Donna was 41, but she looked to be in her early 30s. She prided herself on the care she took for her physical appearance. At 5'4", Donna was petite and fit. She was a dedicated runner and it paid off in her finely shaped, smooth legs that curved to meet her firm bottom. Her pert B-cup breasts were perfectly proportioned to her frame. Donna's light brown hair was cut short, revealing her smooth face that showed little signs of aging.
Donna often thought about having an affair, simply to satisfy her hunger for a physical connection. But she always wrote it off as a fantasy that would not come to be, and instead relied on her imagination and some toys to relieve her sexual tension.
On this summer afternoon, Donna was relaxing with her magazine and a glass of chardonnay. School would be in session again in about two weeks, so Donna was soaking up this quiet afternoon. Mitchell was down at the shore with his friends for the week, and Ryan was at school for weight training. Football camp didn't begin until next week, but Ryan was committed to getting that scholarship this year. She expected Tom home late that night.
As Donna was lost in an article about home decorating, the doorbell rang. She had been running the varsity club's candy fundraiser this summer, so football players had been stopping by all week to drop off their order forms and money. All but one player had dropped off his materials. Jay Reynolds. Jay was the quarterback of the team and was a good friend of Ryan's. Jay was the kind of kid that literally made the girls swoon. Calling him a kid was not accurate, though. He was a young man. About 6'1", 195 pounds and all muscle, he had light brown hair with blonde highlights and piercing cobalt blue eyes. Since Jay had repeated kindergarten as a child, he had turned 18 at the end of his junior year and his advanced maturity showed in both his body and his manner.
As Donna walked down the hallway to the front door, she stopped for a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a t-shirt with a low-cut neckline and tight shorts. She thought it was silly, wanting to make sure she looked nice for a high school kid. But she did look good, she thought. Damned good.
The doorbell rang again and Donna broke her stare and headed for the door. When she opened it, Jay was standing on the porch. The 18-year-old was wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, grey gym shorts, white socks and sneakers. His perfect skin was glistening with a light coating of perspiration from the day's heat and humidity. He was holding a large envelope.
"Well, I was wondering when you were going to drop that stuff off," Donna said coyly. "You know the deadline was yesterday."
Jay's gaze turned downward. "I know, Mrs. Gant," he said somewhat sheepishly, "but I was so tied up with practice and all, that I just forgot. Can I still hand it in today?"
Donna decided to play with the young man a little bit. "Well, we may have to see what we can do. Come on in."
Donna held the door open for the young stud, and as he walked past her she got a closer look at his fine form and a sniff of his manly scent. Jay had been in their home many times with Ryan, so he headed down the hallway to the kitchen out of habit. As Donna followed behind, she couldn't help focusing on the firm ass and muscular legs she saw before her. Her eyes followed upward to Jay's broad shoulders and toned arms. She had seen Jay many times before, even in a bathing suit swimming in the pool with her son, but right now she was seeing him in an entirely new way.
Jay sat down at the kitchen table. Donna sat down next to him and checked the contents of the envelope. "Well, I haven't sent the orders in to the company yet, so I think we can squeeze these in," Donna said, then smiled at the innuendo of squeezing something in.
"Gee, thanks Mr. Gant. My parents would have been pissed if I didn't get these in," Jay said.