Author's note: Everyone in this series is over 18.
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I awoke a few minutes before the alarm would have gone off.
My heart was racing.
My pussy and the sheets were wet again.
It had happened before, rarely from Dean's cum dripping from me, but never from just me alone, well not until I met Michelle. Now it was happening almost every day. I was finding it harder than ever not to give in to my need for sex or at the very least to play with myself. I slipped out of bed and started into my normal routine but I had trouble concentrating then and for the rest of the day.
My inability to concentrate got even worse that week. Several times, I lost track of where I was and a few people asked me if I was okay. I felt lost and confused all week. I wanted to see her, I needed to see her, we texted, sexted really, sometimes the texts were so hot I had to escape into the washroom in the office to get off, one day I was in the bathroom four times masturbating. Each day I was masturbating more as my need for relief seemed to be insatiable.
It was only finally on Friday when my phone buzzed and I realized Michelle was calling me that things start to improve.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind me calling you at work, but I couldn't stop thinking about you and didn't want to wait until Tuesday."
My heart just about burst through my chest, everything seemed to come back into focus and suddenly all of my senses seemed sharper and multiplied by ten.
She was feeling the same way about me.
"I can't stop thinking about you, I'm finding it hard to focus," she said quietly into the phone as if she was calling me from somewhere public.
"I know, you are all I can think about too," I replied, suddenly aware that the thumping I could feel was my heart beating.
"I wanted to apologize for attacking you in the car, you must think I'm a horrible slut, I'm supposed to be your professor," she said.
"No!!!!!!!, it was great, don't apologize, I think you're awesome," I almost screamed in response.
"You liked it then?" She laughed and I could picture her eyes smiling.
"Yes, very much, and besides you really are instructing me, you are the first woman I have ever kissed like that ever, I feel like you have opened an escape doorway out of my routine and boring life."
"I feel that way about you, but you need to know I have been with other women, and a few men too," then there was a pause, and I heard her inhale.
Then she continued, "But Nancy, you're married, nobody I've been with before has been." It wasn't a question or a statement, it just was.
"Michelle, I don't want to worry about that, for the first time since I can remember I am excited, it's like someone turned my passion button on."
She giggled, "Yes I think it was that little button called your clitty, if I remember."
I replied, "Anyway, Michelle, don't let bother you, let's see where we go, we can talk about that later, so don't apologize; Tuesday night was the best night I can ever remember."
"I don't want to wreck your marriage Nancy, I know this is not what you signed up for when you took my course and I feel guilty," she said and I could hear the upset in her voice."
"Michelle, until I met you, I felt trapped and alone in my marriage, that's not your doing, you make me feel amazing and it's been a long time since anyone has made me feel this way, so I am not upset at all with you, I couldn't be happier."
"Good, I would have hated it if you were upset, I have another class in a few minutes, but I needed to talk to you, to hear your voice and now I feel better. Can I text you later?"
"You better," I said a little louder than I likely should have as several people in the office turned and looked at me.
"Miss you," she said and she was gone again.
I got more work done that afternoon than all of the other days combined.
Later when I arrived home, I found a note from my boys, "Dad called, he is working late and we have a ball practice, we'll get a ride with him when it's over."
I sat at the table in the empty house, several minutes passed then my phone buzzed. It was a text and attachment from Michelle.
"I hope you don't mind me sending this. I wanted to wait until we talked and I feel so much better now so I thought I would send this to you. Your drawing from your first class inspired me so I drew you, I hope you don't mind, I couldn't wait until Tuesday to give it to you."
My thumbs couldn't open the file quickly enough, my phone took a minute to open the attachment, and I realized it must be a picture. Without thinking, I sent it to our printer and in a few seconds, I was holding a drawing.
I was glad I printed it out, it was incredible, lifelike but she managed to capture the sensuality I longed for, looking at it I had never pictured myself actually so sexy.
As I looked at the printout, small shocks of electricity coursed through my body. I was surprised at how young she had drawn me, just like the students in the class.
"Is that what I look like?" I asked to the empty room. My own perception of myself was not what looked back at me. I was realizing how wrong my self-image was and starting to appreciate that maybe I wasn't just a "soccer mom," I was an attractive and sensual woman. I was a woman who wanted and needed an outlet for all of the pent-up desires that had been buried for so long.
It took me a second to realize that in looking at my eyes and face, I had completely ignored that she had drawn me naked.
I wasn't sure how long I looked at the picture, imagining Michelle drawing me, looking at me with those amazing green eyes, the way I had looked at her that first night and every class since. I imagined her eyes seeing my naked body and them sparkling as she looked into my soul with a mixture of desire and longing.
I started undressing without a conscious thought, not caring or noticing I was in our kitchen. Using my fingertips lightly touching my skin, running softly along my arms first, then across my shoulder blades. Clothes dropped to the floor without thought or care. Moving in small and then larger circles my fingertips touched, caressed, and fondled my breasts and hardening nipples. All I felt was the electricity and pleasure flooding my body.
Soft moans rose and fell without my noticing, on an uncharacteristic whim I climbed onto the empty harvest table and lay across its surface. The wood surface felt cool to my hot body as I stretched across the table that less than twelve hours ago had my kids and husband eating breakfast at it.
Michelle's picture slipped from my grasp as that hand and fingers joined my other hand in exploring and touching my body.
My mind continued to imagine Michelle working on the drawing, getting hotter herself while she drew, and my fingers circled and then moved into and around the center of my thighs. I felt blood engorging my petals as they spread open to receive what my mind imagined were her fingers.
I suddenly wished for a huge cock, and then my mind changed gears, I wished for Michelle to be wearing one of those immense strap-on cocks.
I bit my lower lip and moaned loudly as my fingertips grazed the small nub of my clit and sent shockwaves throughout my body. My hips rose and fell; I called out Michelle's name over and over again. I imagined her naked body pressing into mine, her hard nipples, and her fingernails leaving long dark furrows in my skin. I could almost feel her hot breath on my pussy, I screamed out long and hard as I could feel her tongue exploring my sex. I imagined her fingers caressing my ass and the sensitive space between my pussy and my rosebud, the combination of pain and pleasure was driving my frenzy to even higher levels.
One finger and then another penetrated me, I pushed my hips up hard against my hand, searching for the release I needed so badly. My body was boiling over, what I was doing was so unlike me, but I was giving myself into my passion, I could feel my shell falling away.
Pinching my nipples with one hand and imagining it was actually Michelle's lips and teeth biting and suckling them, my back flexed and arched, I writhed back on forth on the top of the table, feeling more like a wild animal than a woman.
The more I thought about Michelle's sexy little body and what she could do to me, the more insanely wanton I felt. I could feel my intensity cresting and in a moment of desire, I used one of my other fingers to softly encircle and rim my little rosebud, and then I shuddered as I plunged over the edge and I screamed hard, my body shook and went more rigid as I orgasmed harder than I could ever remember.
I screamed again and in the silence that followed, that's when I heard a car in the driveway.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I repeated over and over again.
I was sprawled naked across the top of my kitchen table, my body still trembling from that incredible feeling of release but panicking because, in seconds, my family would be coming through the doorway.
My pussy was so sensitive I could have screamed as I moved, my body was still convulsing as somehow I managed to almost leap from the table, scoop up clothes and disappear just in time down the hall.
I heard the sounds of my boys from the front door yell, "Hi mom, the practice was canceled, and Mrs. Dobbyn gave us a ride home instead of dad."
My heart was in my throat, my entire body shaking, my heartbeat racing, my skin flushed, and my pussy still so sensitive I almost screamed again as my pants slid up rubbing against my wet, sensitive, little box. Somehow, I managed to get my clothes back on in time to hear Mrs. Dobbyn, Heather, call out to me.
"Are there you Nancy, I picked up the boys early and brought them home for you, they are just going to help take my groceries in."
I breathed a silent "thank you," because the boys didn't come in yet, but I could still hear Heather in the kitchen.
"Nancy are you okay?" she called again; she hadn't left and wasn't going to leave without checking that I was fine.
"Hang on a sec," I managed to say trying to make sure I hadn't put anything on backward, and then I realized I hadn't grabbed Michelle's drawing.
My heart leaped into my throat, what if she saw it, how would I explain that, what if she showed it to someone, what if she told someone.
Suddenly the urgency to get that picture overcame any qualms I had about my modesty.
Heather was older than me, she and her husband had their kids in their late thirties and both she and her husband were in their mid-fifties, she looked a bit like Rachel. I ran with Heather and we did yoga together. Her husband and I sometimes flirted innocently and several times Heather had joked about needing us to get a room but nothing except innuendo had ever happened.
My boys seemed always to be over at her house and as a result, we were close neighbors.
I came into the kitchen where she was waiting.
She looked surprised like I caught her doing something naughty.
