Thank you everyone who felt inclined to respond with feedback through the Literotica website or by contacting me directly via email. Not one person has been negative, which is a huge relief and very gratifying (as a writer, I can tell you there's nothing like having your ego massaged by the soft hands of flattery!).
Several people have pleaded for more detail about Ms Owens and one person has made the surprising request for longer chapters. Well, you asked for it! I'm amazed at how this one has blown out and I'm seriously considering getting medals cast for issue to each and every one of you who makes it to the end. This chapter has taken an agonizingly long time to write and I would make a plea for patience. I haven't started Chapter 6 yet, so it's going to be a long time between drinks for those following the story. Rest assured, I am working on it, it's just going to take some time.
To that end, I have a question: what do you, the reader, think Tommy plays, soccer or grid iron? In Chapters 1 - 3 he only ever refers to 'football', which could be either. The answer is going to have a big bearing on how Chapter 6 turns out and, personally, I hope it's soccer, mainly because I know almost nothing about soccer, but that's more than I know about American football, which is absolutely nothing (we have something similar down here called rugby, which is played by guys of similar build but they don't wear pads). I feel my hopes may be in vain, however, due to Tommy's build but I find it hard to believe he could have gone for as long as he has as a grid iron player without word getting out about his gorgeous member, given the reputation grid iron players seem to have. Let me know what you think.
As before, I must defer all credit to Bobby T for the creation of a group of characters that, it appears, many people have fallen in love with.
BBV22
04/2013
The bell for first class rang just as I pushed through the doors of the main building at school. I spent the entire morning frantically taking notes to keep my mind from thinking about my mom's vagina and fantasising about screwing the school librarian but, try as I might, the thoughts were always there in the background. As we walked between classes, the guys I hung out with all talked and joked about every-day stuff but I couldn't trust myself to say anything. I felt certain that if anyone talked to me, even just to say 'Hello', I'd beat my chest and yell 'I fucked my mom and her vagina is gorgeous!' Probably not the best thing to be shouting around school...
I made it to the lunch break but by then my cock just wouldn't take no for an answer. I'd had a boner right through the last period, which was Geography. It was one of the subjects I enjoyed most but the pages of notes that I took couldn't stop my hard-on throbbing in my shorts.
When the lunch bell rang I bolted for the door and headed for one of the lesser-used blocks of rest-rooms. It was deserted when I got there. I went into the far cubicle and locked the door behind me but when I dropped my shorts and grabbed my cock the feeling of the hot hard flesh in my hands made me stop and look down at it.
Mom had introduced me to a whole new world and we had enjoyed our bodies together in a way that I'd hoped for but never expected we would or could. The sensations were still fresh in my mind and I realised that my hands were never going to be able to live up to one of mom's or Ms Owens' blowjobs, never mind the experience of being inside a beautiful woman and the feeling of her body swallowing my cum, milking my climax and orgasming around me. I pulled my shorts up, grabbed my bag and made a bee-line for the library.
I wasn't planning to screw Ms Owens; all I wanted was a blowjob and to play with her tits. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck her because I most certainly did, but mom had been definite that she wanted to be present if and when it happened and I knew she'd be disappointed if she missed out. It had become even more important to me that we respect each others' wants and needs and if she wanted to watch me fuck the librarian, if it would make her happy, if it would excite her, then that was good enough for me. So all I wanted was to have a bit of fun with Ms Owens if she was interested, get a blowjob, suck her tits maybe and let her have a mouthful of cum if she wanted. So I came crashing back to earth when the girl behind the checkout desk in the library told me she wasn't there.
“Huh? Where is she?”
She gave me a 'What business is it of yours?' kind of look. Her name was Amber. I sort of knew her because she was in a couple of classes with me but I didn't know that much about her except that she was really smart.
“She asked me to fill in because she had some errands to run and she's taken her lunch break to do them. Is it something I can help you with, Tommy?”
“Oh, ummm...” My brain locked up as I frantically tried to think of something to say that would sound reasonable. “She...she was going to hold a book for me.” Good thinking!
“Oh, ok. What was the title?” She turned to the computer terminal beside her. “I can check and see if it's been returned.”
Crap! Not such good thinking...
“Um...um, I can't remember the name. She did tell me but I've forgotten,” I said in desperation. Amber rolled her eyes.
“What subject was it on?” Her voice had a ticked-off note to it.
“Ahh, the Franco-Prussian War.”
“Oh, you're working on that essay for History too?” She punched some keys and then frowned. “You've already got one book about it. Why do you need another one?”
“Oh, umm, she said it had some other information in it.” Crap, this was getting needlessly complicated. I felt sweat begin to trickle down my back but, amazingly, Amber seemed to believe me.
“Oh, right. Well, if you can't remember the name of the book I can't tell you if it's been returned yet. You'll have to wait for Ms Owens to come back.”
I nodded and began inching towards the library door. She leaned forward against the desk. Behind the glasses and the nerdy sweater I suddenly realised she was actually quite good-looking. Her long slightly curly blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had a cute little nose with a smattering of pale freckles which reminded me of mom. With a jolt I realised she was talking again.
“How much have you done on the essay? I started looking at it yesterday...sooo complicated. Napoleon and the Prussian king and the Germans getting involved. How much information is in the book you've got already?”
“Yeah, ah no, I haven't really started yet. Sorry, I've...I've got to get moving. Need to try and catch up with my coach...I'll see you round...”
“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “Ok, well yeah. Sure. See you round.” I pushed the door open and walked down the steps as normally as I could.
Ten minutes later I was back in the deserted toilet block gasping and panting as quietly as I could as I watched the cum squirt from the head of my cock and flood the toilet bowl of the end cubicle. My hard-on felt like hot steel in my hand as I pictured in my mind mom jerking off as she watched me fuck Becky Owens in our lounge. When my climax had ended I leaned back on the toilet seat and waited for the shaking to subside.
Mom was still at work when I got home from school so I hunkered down in my room doing homework. I had two new essays, one for English and the other for Geography. I preferred Geography but the one for English was due earlier so I started on that one. It was getting close to six o'clock when I heard the sound of mom's car pulling in off the street. I walked into the kitchen just as she burst through the door from the garage carrying three shopping bags full of groceries.
“Hi baby, oh I'm so late! I tried to get away from work early but Roger gave me a huge file of stuff to collate and I had to get it done today.” She hurried around the kitchen, getting pots and pans out of the cupboards, putting stuff away, shuffling cans and bottles on shelves.
“Mom, let me help. It'll be easier with two of us.” I stepped up to the bench and looked into one of the bags. There were two bottles of wine in it and some vegetables spilled out onto the bench top from the one next to it.
“Oh honey, would you?” She reached up on tip-toes and pecked me on the cheek. “There's so much to do before Becky gets here and I want to have a shower too.”
