Gang Aft Agley Ch. 03

Nancy sucked another mouthful of yogurt from her spoon. She wriggled her tongue and pushed just the tip out between her lips. Sucking this yogurt down is causing Joel to come back in my mind. That one time I sucked him completely he had a tart but sweet taste. I wonder if James tastes like Joel? I wonder if he would let me find out? Nancy switched food and took a big bite from her apple and chewed with vigorous relish.

"What thoughts are rumbling through that pretty brain of yours, little lady?"

"Pretty brain, hah, just grey matter, folded grey matter. What's running around in my brain causing this smile; is that what you are looking for? Erotic thoughts, I have nothing but erotic thoughts in my mind. As soon as we finish lunch I will have to remember that I am a fifth grade teacher and banish my erotic thoughts.

"I will have to drag out eating my lunch then, pretty lady, because you look enchanting, delightful, even sensual, with that mysterious look you are wearing."

Nancy reached across the table to grasp James's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. She squeezed hand tight. Her smile deepened and she raised her eyes to catch his and hold them. Nancy remembered holding hands at lunch with Joel Saturday just as she was doing now with James. She continued to hold and felt James give her hand a tender squeeze. Lunch partner watched lips purse as he received an air kiss that made him blush.

"We best finish our lunch and get on to study time."

The student friends studied together well into the evening that Monday, and every day that week. They also ate lunch together daily. Nancy enjoyed making James blush Monday so she made some effort to redden his cheeks every day at lunch and other times if she could find a way. In her bed Thursday night she thought about her teasing of James this week. It would almost seem like I am trying to seduce him. I'm not though; I am not really trying to seduce James, just playing a game with him. What is seduction but a stylized form of game playing with a goal of in-to-bed; maybe I am trying to seduce him to my bed and I didn't even realize, she thought.

With brain too active for sleep, Nancy decided to have a glass of wine. She paced circles around her small living space as she drank her wine. Why not James? I could invite him here and make more of an overture, an invitation. I could see if he tastes as sweetly tart as I imagine when I am having my yogurt. I'll try to think of a way tomorrow. Yes, Nancy said aloud to the no one with her in her apartment. I seduced Mark with sun tan lotion and Joel in the swimming pool; what would work with James? I should have brought at least one of my sexy nightgowns with me this summer. With mind settled, Nancy slept like a baby all through the night.

Nancy left her second Friday class early to shop at the local Victoria's Secret. She told James that their lunch today would be delayed an hour because she had some vital shopping to get done. When a VS sales lady offered her help Nancy decided woman surely had more experience selecting seductive wear than she. With limited time available, Nancy didn't dwell over style; she decided one of each. She left the store with a sheer pink baby doll style that had push up cups at bodice and a ruffle at bottom that almost obscured matching sheer panties. Nancy also bought a waltz length gown and robe not quite as sheer but still very sexy in a pale yellow color. Her last purchase was a dramatic black floor length gown with slit to show her legs and lace cups giving a hint of breast. The black nightgown was obviously for sex and seduction alone. Nancy knew it would feel delicious to wear and she was sure it would be irresistible to any man who saw it on her. What would James think of her selections?

By the time Nancy reached their regular lunch spot she'd firmly decided that James would get an offer he just could not refuse. He already had a table with his lunch arrayed but untouched. Nancy left her Victoria's Secret boxes blatantly in view as she went to purchase her lunch. To her usual yogurt, apple and juice she added a banana - a long and curved perfectly shaped banana.

"Your critical shopping trip included Victoria's Secret, three boxes worth of VS unmentionables?"

"Yes. Oh yes, sure did. Want me to show you what's in the boxes?"

"No, not here, a cafeteria isn't the place for a fashion show. You'll need some place a little more discrete, don't you think?"

While Nancy and James were playing word games about the contents of her shopping boxes, Nancy played a visual game eating her lunch. The supporting actor in her play was Mr. Banana. She was extravagant with her motion as she peeled it; her first act involved dipping banana into the yogurt so she could lick the creamy sauce from the tip. The second act had about two inches in her mouth with her tongue making circles all around. Nancy watched James carefully as she licked her banana; his brow moistened with perspiration.

Nancy set the head of the banana in her yogurt container as she picked up the conversation about where she could or should have a fashion show. "James, I think you should come over to my place this evening. Bring your laptop and we can study there just as well as the library. I'll show you what I bought today at Victoria's and if you're good I'll even model one for you."

Her study partner pointed out that they might not get a lot of studying if she was also going to model her Secrets, but Nancy pooh-poohed his suggestion. She kept up her campaign with words and obscene eating gestures until James finally gave in. When he agreed to Nancy's wish she dipped banana in her yogurt one last time, licked the sauce and then bite-by-bite ate Mr. Banana completely.

In fact they did nothing but study from seven o'clock when James pressed the buzzer to announce his arrival until almost ten when Nancy stood up to stretch her muscles and yawn.

"Break time, do you want another coffee or I am having a glass of white wine?"

"Maybe I had better go. It is getting late; I'm sure you'll need your beauty rest."

"Nonsense, I am pretty enough as is and I never wanted to try for beauty. We still haven't done the Vee Ess fashion show either. You do want to see what I bought today, don't you?"

James knew he was trapped; he also knew this trap was not a bad situation to be ensnared. "Okay, since you insist. I've had enough coffee already. I'll take what you're having." He stood too and stretched. Nancy gave him a quick hug and let go to pour two glasses of wine.

Handing a glass of wine to her friend, Nancy told him she would bring out her purchases so they could take a look. "I'll answer one question before you ask; all three boxes have nightgowns in them. You don't have to look at any bra and panty stuff." Nancy opened the box with the long black gown, held it against her torso to show it off and then spread it over the back of the sofa. "What do you think?"

"It's dramatic and sexy; the guy you wear that one for will have a hard time controlling himself."

"That is exactly what it is supposed to do, have my man out of control and want to ravish me."

Next Nancy held up the yellow gown and robe set; James commented favourably about the look of the sheer peignoir overlay. When he saw Nancy holding the pink baby doll nightie against her chest his jaw dropped. It clearly would not cover all of the essential parts beside which everything that was covered would be visible anyway.

"It doesn't cover anything, Nancy, nothing at all."

"That's why it comes with these matching panties, see?" Nancy shook the panties that were still connected to the main piece.

James shook his head, but he grinned. "Just who are you going to wear these sexy things for here at school, young lady?"

"Silly, who do you think? I bought them to wear for you. Which one do you want me to start with tonight, pink, black or yellow?"

James realized he had been had as the saying goes, totally hoodwinked by this sexy fifth grade teacher. He smiled; being had in this sense was an okay event that almost any man would relish. "Come here and let me give you a hug then you can decide which to show me first."

Nancy accepted the hug and gave a gentle kiss in return before retiring to her bedroom with the three nightgowns. At bedroom door she called over her shoulder, "Find some mood music on the radio and turn out some of the lights for a romantic look."

Ten minutes later, Nancy returned wearing her long black one. She sauntered directly to James, twisted to show off all around, and then gave a steamy kiss. While kissing she took one of his hands and ran hand over her gown covered torso. "It feels good, doesn't it, I feel good wearing this gown and you feel great touching me. Use both hands and touch me anywhere." Nancy moved hands and arms away from her body to give James access.

Nancy modelled the other two gowns in turn. As expected, the pink baby doll was the most wicked to wear. Both enjoyed the blatant way her sexy body parts reached out visually and attracted James hands as exciting tools. When she asked which she should wear to bed James selected the most modest, the yellow one. Nancy changed into her yellow gown and left the other two on the sofa as she led her newest lover to her bed.

Love making with James was just so totally amazing. When Nancy and Robert had sex it was almost always a loving expression of the way they felt about one another. Mark had fucked her pure and simple. In athletic sex terms, he was the best of her current sex partners. Mark was hard of body and hard of cock. His cock was stiffer than any she ever had, and the ways his stiff cock excited her inside were beyond compare. With all of his physical talents Mark came in last as lover.

Nancy thought Joel had been a pretty good lover; she knew with more experience together he probably would be excellent, almost in league with Robert. James even shifted Joel down the list as sex partner. Nancy tried to remember back to her first times with Robert. She knew, even with the incipient love between them, their first efforts were nowhere near as beautiful as the love making she shared her first time with James.

It wasn't that James was more fit, larger of cock or more stiff; in truth he seemed to be a little smaller than Robert down there. That age was beginning to tax the body stiffness of younger times was clear. However, James knew just how to play her body to slowly build to unbearable excitement, Nancy recognized. He kissed her everywhere, but Robert did that too. James kisses, however, seemed to have a variable intensity: sometimes gentle, sometimes demanding, sometimes his kiss just drew whatever body part toward him as his own. Nancy decided she would let this man kiss her anywhere, everywhere, any time.

James technique included more than kisses. He hummed sexy words, sexy sounds directly to her ear, and other surprising places. He talked to her erogenous spots as though they answered him and with them he understood a special language. When James hummed his special song directly to Nancy's love button she went crazy in mind and body. James also blew his breath softly over skin he dampened with licks to spawn small patches of pleasure. That was how James made Nancy's left nipple, the one near her heart, stand so tall and begging for greater attention with only one quick taste for moisture and then agonizing minutes of stimulation exhaled from his core.

James did everything he could to excite Nancy as they made love. He understood his physical limit was once a night for penetration. He extended foreplay, after play, during play to an art Nancy had never imagined. He didn't need the blatant visual stimulation of her new pink gown or the sophisticated sensual elegance of the black. Their weeks of beside-one-another study time seemed to be all James needed to have a complete understanding of Nancy's sexual psyche. He removed the yellow gown before they made love, and just as gently dressed her in that same gown to sleep when they finished. Both halves of the sated couple slept spoon close through the night.

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Robert retrieved his spare razor from his travel kit. He already had his own designated brush for Marjorie's electric toothbrush. It had not taken long to come to an understanding. Tuesday and Wednesday nights would be spent at Marjorie's condo. Robert would bring an extra suit to work Tuesday so it never looked as though he hadn't been home. He left a few dress shirts with his summer lover; she sent the worn ones to her cleaner each week and they were ready for Robert the following week.

Marjorie bought several modest gifts for her lover, some designer ties and decorative kerchiefs for his lapel pockets. These stayed at her home too. Robert examined Marjorie's home for any hint of another male presence from earlier times but could see none. He had to ask, "Marjorie, there is no hint that any other man has ever been here; why do you want these things of mine hanging around reminding you of someone so short term?"

"You aren't the only man to ever be in my home; I'm sure you understand that much. You are the only man, I mean that sincerely, to spend the night in my home, in my bed." Marjorie paused for a moment to think through her reasoning. "I know we only have these few weeks, this summer, together. I want the memory to last. I don't have any intention that you are the first of many, several, even a few."

She pulled Robert close for a kiss. "I expect it will be a long time, if ever, before another man gets the chance to match what you have been giving me in this summer love romance." This time Robert pulled Marjorie close for a very ardent lengthy kiss.

Weekends, Friday evening until late Sunday, meant romp around Robert's bedroom. Robert told Marjorie not to worry about a strange car parked in the driveway overnight. He and Nancy were being modern adults about this summer and their summer relationships. Robert no longer dated any of the younger clerical staff. He no longer had to play the seduction game. Marjorie and he became a couple temporary, and both enjoyed a very satisfying sexual summer. When Marjorie returned home late every Sunday she left no trace of any woman having been with Robert in his home except her lingering fragrance.

Robert's weekends with Marjorie always followed a set routine. Friday evening they had dinner in his dining room. Sometimes Robert cooked; sometimes it was take out or home delivery from some of the better restaurants in the area. They followed dinner with a glass or two of wine and conversation in the family room before both showered away the day's activity residue and changed into pyjamas.

Their routine was invariable; after their shower Robert settled Marjorie into his favourite chair in the family room with another glass of wine. She would sit quietly and observe. Robert continued his every Friday ritual talking with daughter Leezabad, reciting some of her favourite Rabbie Burns verses, and then wishing his Leezabad goodnight with a sound kiss across the telephone lines. Most often, Leezabad requested her favourite poem, To A Mountain Daisy:

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem:
To spare thee now is past my pow'r,
Thou bonie gem.

Friday phone conversations between father and daughter ended the same way each week. "I love you Dada, goodnight." "I love you too my precious Leezabad flower; goodnight and sleep well."

Marjorie arose when Robert hung up his call, crossed to him and kissed him. She always wanted to say I love you too Dada to Robert, but those three words both were careful not to say to one another. In lieu of love pledges, they spent the next two days fulfilling their sexual passion in every way lovers could imagine. Monday morning when they reentered their work world both came with a smile, a good word for all and rejuvenated energy for the work week.

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Nancy came to the same decision her husband reached; abandon the chase for suitors and focus on one specific and mature person. As far as she was concerned, James would share her bed for the rest of the summer whenever possible. If Nancy had her way James would just abandon his dorm and he could move in, but that solution wasn't practical and James knew as much. He did, however, spend many nights with Nancy sharing her bed and having breakfast before classes the next morning.

Both were still taking graduate level courses with all of the workload those courses require. Most nights that James stayed with Nancy involved study, not sex. Even on study nights, though, James did reserve some time for play with Nancy. Like teenagers waiting until parents retired, James would often turn the lights low after ten o'clock and beckon Nancy to join him on the sofa. Kissing, touching and soft conversation that grew more intimate as their relationship deepened surrounded their modest love spot. They would always drink a glass of wine, sometimes a second as well. Sometimes Nancy would ask for a short interlude so she could change into a nightgown. When James decided he needed to sleep in his dorm their intimate time together often lasted until midnight.

From the night Nancy first seduced James she insisted, with no disagreement from James, that weekend nights would be spent in her bed together. There were activity events the university sponsored, plays, lectures, concert performances, and they went to some that interested them. They acted as the loving couple they were becoming; holding hands, leaning heads together, whispering words, tender touching and soft kisses were gestures openly shared. As soon as Nancy unlocked the door to her small apartment private time arrived. Nancy always kissed James fiercely in her open doorway as a symbol to any watching that this man was her special lover.

Sofa time, their wine time, shower time together, Nancy donning nightgown, James changing to pyjamas, and all associated kiss and fondle expressions preceded turning down the sheets and laying in bed. With no Saturday or Sunday early morning classes imposing time limits, Nancy offered her body as her lover's instrument of pleasure. James did his best to stimulate every part of Nancy's body. He sexed with her brain, too, sometimes foreshadowing his intentions, often moving from one spot to another with no warning, and on occasion saying one thing and doing another for surprise. Nancy always responded with building excitement.

Their weeks together evolved to a predictable pattern. Friday and Saturday nights were always love making nights. Sunday night was always a cuddle close but no sex night as they prepared their body and mind for the rigors of classes. Daytime hours each weekend was study time with no monkey business. Most afternoons and evenings during the week were also devoted to study until James returned to his dorm and Nancy went alone to her bed. At least once each week James would sleep with Nancy on a class night. On those nights Nancy would wear the pink baby doll nightie, she would undress her man, get him full erect, and ride-cowgirl-ride. Mid week cowgirl sex became their version of a quickie. When Nancy finished riding she always held James as close as possible until both eased into deep sleep.

On a Tuesday morning walking back to her dorm after swimming her laps Nancy let her mind drift to reality of the calendar. Random thoughts with no sequence flitted about her brain. Summer is more than half over. I am getting all of my class work completed with great grades so far. James is a wonderful lover. I have that big paper I need to finish and turn in next week. Four weeks until Leezabad comes back here for her last two weeks of summer vacation. I really do miss having my daughter around. Oh, four weeks until Leezabad means only four more weeks with James. Oh shit; that's not what I want at all. Nancy unlocked her door and quickly dashed to bathroom to shower and dress for her day.