A/N - A comment at the end of the previous chapter mentioned something about STD's. Come on, this is fantasy! They don't exist in fantasy unless you want that level of realism, and seeing or reading about condoms in porn is boner deflating. And let's go with the assumption that every woman is on birth control unless otherwise mentioned. So, the MC will be enjoying himself in this story and there won't be a chance of STD's. Babies on the other hand... Maybe later...
I've got way too many series on the go but this is one I will definitely try and get finished, but it will take time for anything to be uploaded once I have Chapter 5 up on the site.
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Naturally, everyone at school thought Kim and I were now an item come Monday morning. Though frustrating, it was amusing to hear Kim set people straight.
"No, we're not together. The half-back and captain of the school footy team just fucks me once or twice a week. You want to fuck him too? Go for it. He might be willing to give you an afternoon of his time."
I did ask if she was frustrated, as it was my fault entirely having told the nation I loved her. She smiled sweetly, kissed my cheek and admitted to getting some enjoyment out of the fact everyone knew how I felt about her. Thankfully, like most other matters, it was news for a week or two, but once we'd put those interested in our private lives straight, there was another drama to erupt that meant we were no longer the hot topic of the school halls.
Despite my fantastic debut game, Graham returned to fitness by the middle of the next week, and after proving to be match fit during tests on Friday, he would be playing on Saturday. Though disappointed, I knew that would have been the case, and being a rather specialist position, I didn't even make the bench for the next three weekend matches. Though disappointed, I attended nearly every game possible. Still being at school, and being on a part-time contract, the agreement was I would not attend interstate games in Melbourne, in Queensland (playing Brisbane, North Queensland or the Gold Coast) or across the Tasman in New Zealand unless absolutely necessary.
The NRL Schoolboy Cup was a multi-format competition. There was a straight knock-out competition by region, where schools would compete to make a final sixteen. Those teams would then be split into four divisions of four teams each. Each team would play each other twice, home and away. The top two teams from each division would then go through to the quarter finals, the winners to the semi-finals, the winners to the grand final.
To make the pool phase, we'd have to play a least five games in a straight knockout competition. Each region was assigned thirty-two teams, so that mean two rounds before the finals stage. Our school started our preparations early in the year, ensuring we were all in top condition and raring to go by the time of the first game. Being that I was training with professionals, my fitness was through the roof.
Our first game was the next week, and I knew, if things worked out right, we'd play our arch-rivals in the semi-final. I was looking forward to it, as I hadn't played a match, even a trial match, since my professional debut. Thankfully, all the training was keeping me match fit. In fact, I couldn't remember being fitter.
Miss Taylor certainly appreciated my fitness during every PE class. Even as the weather turned cool as winter approached, I happily walked around without a shirt on, and I noticed her eyes lingering on me constantly. We'd only managed to fool around once or twice since our first time together. It was a case of being careful as I didn't want to be caught and see her sacked. I didn't need the news in the media either.
I knew she attended every Rangers home game, and she'd generally be by the low barrier keeping the crowd back from the playing field. I'd generally find her waiting to talk to the players, though I knew she wanted to talk to me. It was the third game after my debut that she met my eyes and I could see the hunger and desire. Leaning close to her ear, I whispered, "Tomorrow is Sunday. I'll drive over."
"I can't wait."
I then signed whatever magazine she had in her hand before she walked away. Mum saw everything, but didn't mention it until we arrived home. I had driven Kim home immediately, as she had assignments to complete. I knew getting together would get more and more difficult as she'd taken the most advanced classes possible, so she was absolutely inundated with homework and assignments. Proof of just how damned smart she was. And I'd admitted more than once that, more than anything, I was proud of her and thought she was special.
Earned one hell of a night of passionate sex when I first told her that. We both hobbled out of my bedroom the next morning.
"Was that the teacher you're sleeping with?" Mum asked as we sat down for dinner.
I cringed. I couldn't help it. I didn't think we were being that obvious. But I couldn't lie to my mother. "Yeah. Miss Taylor," I muttered.
"She's pretty. What does she teach again?"
"PE."
"Figured."
"Going to fuck her, Danny?" Kyla wondered.
Meeting the eyes of my mother, she smiled in return. "I don't have a problem with it, Danny. Just don't get caught."
"We don't want that either, Mum. So I'm going to see her tomorrow. We try not to leave school together or anything. We know that'll look suspicious."
"Are you going to spend the night?" Aimee asked.
"No. I'd like to, but on a school night? Again, too much risk involved."
"Want to fuck your mother tonight?" I spat my drink all over the table before coughing a couple of times. Meeting her eyes, I hated to see the sadness in them. "It's just been a while and I miss you," she whispered.
"I can cancel tomorrow..."
"No, I'd just like your company tonight, Danny."
"Aimee, want some company tonight?" Kyla asked.
"Fuck yes. We'll film it for our little brother too. I know how much he loves watching his sisters eat pussy." Even Mum chuckled as she'd done the same with Caroline. My laptop now had quite a few short videos of my female relatives enjoying each other, my mother and aunt, or my two sisters. "Question is, Kyla, are we using fingers, tongues, toys or all of the above?"
"I want my sister's tongue buried in my cunt," Kyla stated.
Aimee placed her knife and fork on the plate, stood up and grabbed Kyla's hand, and after saying she'd see us later, they disappeared. Mum and I shared a glance before laughing again, agreeing to have a drink together and snuggle on the couch first. It didn't take long for us to get a little frisky. I'm sure the idea of making out with your mother would make most people feel awkward. My mother was still young, fit as fuck and had the sex drive of a mature woman. As soon as my hand was underneath her blouse, pleased to find she wasn't wearing a bra, she practically dragged me to her bedroom.
She stripped me naked, pushed me back onto the bed (I helped with that considering I was rather stronger than her) before she hopped up onto the bed and wasted on time swallowing my cock. Making a gesture with my finger, she spun around so I could get a good look at her pussy. She was dripping with excitement, her scent filling the air. She giggled, suggesting my cock got harder. I'm sure it did.
