Mrs. Mills' Predicament Ch. 07

AUTHOR'S NOTES: In this, Chapter 7 of the Mrs. Mills' Predicament series, you may have noticed that the category has changed. As the series continues, and depending on each chapter's story line, the category may vary from chapter to chapter. For those of you who started the story because you were fans of noncon/reluctance stories, please continue reading the series, I'm absolutely positive that it will lead back in that direction.

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... It had been 4 days since my hotel stay with Mrs. Mills, but my focus was now entirely on Valentine's Day, which was just a few days away. In addition to making reservations at a nice restaurant for Valentine's evening, I had preordered a dozen roses and picked up a box of nice chocolates. My girlfriend Brooke and I had a Valentine's Day date planned... and I had high hopes.

Even while focusing on my new girlfriend, however, I noticed that things had appeared to change between me and Mrs. Mills. I first noticed this change on the Monday after our overnight stay at the local hotel. I purposely walked by the school attendance office that morning. The office is entirely enclosed by glass and is completely visible to anyone in the hallway. While walking by, I casually glanced up and saw Mrs. Mills talking with a student from behind the attendance desk. When she noticed me, she briefly broke her attention away from the student, and though she was casual about it, she definitely looked at me and watched me as I continued down the hall.

Then, when I got home after school the next day, I purposely stayed in my car until Mrs. Mills arrived home. Once she arrived and got out of her car, I exited my vehicle, shutting my door a bit harder than normal. Hearing my car door slam, she looked over at me and gave me a very sexy smile, before opening the back door to get her kids out of the car.

In the past, Mrs. Mills had avoided any and all public contact with me. She had even flat out ignored me when we had crossed paths at school. But, now, although she was careful, and not outward about it, it appeared that she wanted to make sure that I noticed her, and this excited me. I took this as a signal that I had total control. She was now mine and there would be more sex between us, whenever I wanted it.

At school on Thursday, Brooke and I had just finished lunch in the school cafeteria. We were talking about our plans for Saturday night when the bell rang, signalling the end of "first lunch". As we gathered up our books and gear, I said to Brooke, "I'll walk you to class."

Brooke had a U.S. Government class that would take her into the history wing of the school, which was just on the other side of the main office. I was curious about what kind of reaction I might get from Mrs. Mills if she saw me walk past with a girl.

As we passed down the hall, I grabbed Brooke's hand, and held it, as we walked and talked. As we approached the office, I looked toward the attendance desk, just inside the main office window. Looking up from her desk, Mrs. Mills looked directly at me and held her stare for just a moment. Then, noticing a girl holding my hand, she averted her eyes to Brooke and watched her as we passed. The look on Mrs. Mills face was not one of anger or displeasure. It was more a look of surprise, and maybe a little bit of curiosity.

Thinking about the hallway encounter, and daydreaming through my final couple of classes that day, I realized that I had more Valentine's Day shopping to do. So, after dropping Brooke of at home after school, I drove directly to the mall, and went straight to the lingerie shop that I had been so embarrassed to shop at previously. I needed a Valentine's Day gift for Mrs. Mills.

I entered the lingerie shop and only saw a couple of women shopping in the store. Both were very attractive, probably in their 30s. I purposely avoided them, keeping my eyes down, as I wandered through the store looking for the right gift.

The store was decorated for Valentine's Day. There were red hearts and sale signs everywhere. Most of the lingerie on display was lacy and black, red or pink in color. Some had pictures of hearts on them, some had angels, and some with little cartoon devils. Many had valentine sayings or some sort of play on words, hinting at sexual innuendo.

That's when I saw them... on a female figured, half-mannequin - just a pair of shapely, plastic legs and a fake butt. It was an incredibly sexy pair of women's jockey-style panties, tight and short riding up the legs and butt of the mannequin. The sign on the display called them 'Women's Boy Short Panties'. They were bright red, and in black script, right across the ass of the panties, were the words 'Spank Me'. I searched the sizes, and purposely decided to go with the same size as last time... one size too small for Mrs. Mills.

I also picked up a white t-shirt that was designed to show off a woman's entire mid section, only extending down just below the breasts. The t-shirt had black writing across the chest, matching the script style on the panties... they said, 'Naughty'. Again, I purposely picked out a size that looked a bit too small for Mrs. Mills.

I was tempted to pick up something sexy for Brooke while I was there, but I knew our relationship wasn't to that stage yet.

I approached the very attractive cashier, and like last time I was a bit of apprehensive. I asked her to wrap the lingerie in Valentine's Day wrapping paper. I felt my face redden slightly in embarrassment as she spread out the lingerie, before neatly folding and boxing it. However, the whole transaction took just a couple of minutes, and my embarrassment was far less than on my previous visit.

When I got home, I glanced over at the Mills' house and I saw that Mr. Mills' vehicle was in their driveway. So, I had to figure out a way to get Mrs. Mills her gift in the next two days without being caught. In the meantime, I took the wrapped lingerie to my room and wrote on the card, 'Happy Valentine's Day! Something for you to wear on our next date', then I put the package in my backpack.

Friday morning, the day before Valentine's Day, I arrived at school a bit earlier than normal, and went straight to the attendance office. Before entering, I saw that there were several other administrators in the office, but only one other student. I would have to be careful. I walked into the office and approached Mrs. Mills' desk, where she was typing and concentrating on the computer in front of her. She looked up in surprise and stopped typing as I walked up to her desk.

I set my backpack up on her desk, carefully placing the opening in the top towards her, thus blocking the view of what I was doing from the other ladies in the office. I carefully pulled the small box out of my backpack and said, "Hi Mrs. Mills. Here's the note for my dentist appointment."

As I slid the box toward her, she nervously glanced around the office, before sliding the package off of the desk, into her lap, and out of sight.

"Thanks, Mrs. Mills... oh, and Happy Valentine's Day," I said, smiling at her as I turned and left.

The rest of the school day was pointless... all I could think about was Mrs. Mills' reaction when she unwrapped the gift.

Valentine's Day started with a trip to the florist. I picked up my flower order and returned home. After parking my car I saw that The Mills Family... Mr., Mrs., and their kids were leaving the house and walking towards their car. Mrs. Mills gave me a noticeable, long glance as I walked toward my house, box of roses in hand. I casually smiled and waved at them as I went inside.

Later that evening, dressed in khaki slacks, and a white dress shirt, I went to pick up Brooke at her house, briefly speaking with her parents, as I waited for her to finish getting ready. As she came down the stairs, I saw that Brooke was wearing a pretty, strapless red dress, her long dark hair flowing down over her shoulders. The dress flared out at her legs, just above her knees. She was absolutely stunning. After giving her the flowers and chocolate, she hugged me affectionately, but modestly, with her parents standing right next to us. Saying our goodbyes to her parents, we left the house and drove to dinner.

After our meal at a nice Italian restaurant, we went to see a movie. Brooke was very affectionate, holding my hand and leaning on me the entire length of the film. The movie ended at 10 pm, giving us a couple of hours before her curfew.

Feeling like I had a good read on Brooke, and seeing how affectionate she was being, I drove around a bit before ending up at "The Meadows", a local park known as a place high schoolers went to make-out.

After parking the vehicle in a secluded corner of the gravel parking lot, Brooke thanked me for the flowers and dinner, before leaning over and kissing me. After that initial kiss, we basically fell into each other's arms in the front seat of the car. We passionately french kissed, her lips tasting like cherry lip gloss, as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues. My stomach had butterflies, as I felt my dick begin to stir.

After kissing for what seemed like hours, but was in reality about 5 minutes, I gently moved my left hand to her left breast, over her clothing. Expecting her to push my hand away, I grew more brave when she did not. As we continued kissing, I moved my right hand over her right breast and gently rubbed it over her dress. As I began to gently massage both of her tits, still over her clothing, she let out a soft moan, then moved her left hand to my inner thigh, slowly moving it upwards towards my crotch.

My pants began to get snug as my dick was now fully hard. I slipped my fingers over the top of Brooke's dress and pulled slowly downward, first exposing the soft flesh above her breasts, then a bit further, until her light pink bra was completely exposed.

Brooke's left hand had just reached my crotch and she had begun rubbing on my erection, over my khakis. She gently grabbed at my bulge, playing with my dick over my pants.

Meanwhile, I slipped the bra straps off of her shoulders and pulled them down her arms. Then, I gradually pulled her bra downward, exposing her small, but very pert breasts. She had beautiful erect nipples, with areolas a bit larger than Mrs. Mills. I leaned over and began to kiss her breasts, while moving my hand to her left thigh, under her dress, just above her knee.

Brooke writhed in the seat, running her right hand through my hair, as I gently suckled on her nipples. With more courage, I slowly began to move my hand further up under her dress until my finger made contact with the crotch of her panties.

Brooke quickly closed her legs and moved her right hand to my arm, gently pushing it away. She whispered, "No. it's too soon... you can touch me, but not there, not now."

I whispered back, "OK, I understand," as I slid my hand back down her leg, stopping above her knee and caressing her lower thigh, while continuing to suck on her nipples.

After several more minutes of kissing and heavy petting, Brooke gently pushed me back into my seat, pulled her bra and dress back up over her breasts, and said, "Put your seat back."

Surprised, I hesitated for just a split second, before sitting back and pulling the lever on the side of the driver's side seat. I dropped back, not into a full recline, but just partially, so I could look down to watch Brooke.

Brooke unbuttoned my shirt until it hung open, baring my chest. Next, she reached down and began to unbuckle my belt. After fumbling with it for several seconds, she finally got in undone when I reached down and helped her unhook the buckle. She unhooked the button on my pants, then slowly tugged the zipper downwards. Then, with both hands she reached under the waistband of my khakis and pulled them downward, while I lifted my butt off of the seat to make it easier.

I was now in just my boxer shorts below the waist, my dick creating a tent, when Brooke leaned over and french kissed me again. After breaking the kiss, she looked down and put both of her hands on my waist, tucking her fingers under my waistband. Still sitting in a partially reclined position, I lifted my butt off of the seat again, as she tugged my boxers down to my knees.

Brooke let out an audible gasp as my hard cock sprung upwards. Then she giggled and said, "Oh my god... Did you shave it?"

Before I could answer, Brooke began to run her hand over the shaved area below my stomach and above my dick. She whispered, "It's so smooth."

She continued to rub the area above my dick with her left hand, occasionally allowing the tips of her fingers to brush against the base of my shaft. She moved her other hand to my balls, softly rubbing and squeezing them while beginning to work her left hand up my shaft.

'You're completely smooth and shaved everywhere... it's so sexy," she sighed, staring at my shaved cock and balls in apparent fascination, as she continued to massage my sack.

I watched as her left hand slowly and sensuously worked up, and then back down my cock. When her hand reached the tip of my dick, she would gently tease the head with her fingers.

As she continued massaging my balls with one hand, she increased the pace with the other, jacking my cock harder up and down, her soft, smooth hand bringing me closer to an orgasm.

Holding out as long as I could, I finally gave up, thrusting my hips upwards just as I shot a load of cum straight up, a foot into the air. Brooke giggled, and quickly took her right hand off of my balls and cupped it over the tip of my dick blocking my semen from shooting all of the interior of the car. She continued jerking me with her left hand, rubbing my cum into my dick until I was done ejaculating.

Brooke leaned over and kissed me, before I whispered in her ear, "That was amazing... let me return the favor."

She smiled, and whispered back in my ear, "Not yet. I'm not ready yet."

After kissing her again, I smiled, and said, "OK, but when you are let me know."

Using napkins that were in the glove compartment, I cleaned myself up as best I could, while Brooke dabbed at the single cum spot that had landed on her red dress. I pulled my boxers and pants back up and lifted my seat back into the driving position when Brooke asked, "Why do you shave?"

A little embarrassed, I replied, "I like the way it feels when I'm touched."

She said, "I like the way it feels too... smooth and soft," then looking at me curiously, as if my answer just registered with her, she asked, "Do you mean that you like the way it feels when you touch it, or when someone else touches it?"

I replied. "Both."

She asked, "Have you had sex before?"

Hesitating, I was a bit worried about where this conversation could lead. I didn't want to talk about this with Brooke, but I felt that if I avoided the question, she may have second thoughts about our relationship. So, I answered, "I'll answer your questions, but only if you will answer some of mine."

She smiled, and replied, "OK. That's fair."

I said, "I have had sex before. But, I don't want to talk about that. It was in the past, and I'm with you now."

She looked at me and said, "OK," though she still had a very curious expression on her face.

I asked, "Have you ever had sex before?"

She hesitated briefly before replying, "No. I'm still a virgin."

I looked at her, not sure I believed her, after watching her expertly work my dick minutes earlier. Then I asked, "It's OK if you are a virgin, but I know you've had boyfriends before me," then I asked, "Did you do anything else with a boyfriend before me?"

Her face reddened slightly, when she replied shyly, looking a bit embarrassed "I jerked my last boyfriend off a couple of times and I gave him a blowjob... But, I wasn't ready to have sex."

I leaned in and kissed her deeply again, then said, "It's OK. Only you can say when you are ready. I don't care what you did with someone else. Now you are with me and that's all I care about."

Brooke kissed me back passionately, her mind seemingly at ease with our discussion.

On our way home, Brooke seemed to want to ask more questions, but we only had some shy, casual small talk. Finally, when we were almost to Brooke's house, she asked, "Was the person you had sex with a girl from our school?"

I thought about how to answer her question... It was technically someone from school, just not a girl. So I answered, "It was not a girl from school. It was a woman I had an encounter with. She was older than me, and it... it just happened."

She looked surprised, but not upset. She just quietly sat in the passenger's seat, seemly trying to absorb everything we had talked about.

When we arrived at Brooke's house, I walked her to the door where we hugged. I kissed her and said, "Tonight was amazing. I know we talked about a lot stuff from our past, but none of that matters now."

She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. When we finally separated, she said, "Good night. I'll call you tomorrow," then turned and walked into her house. I slowly retreated back to my car with my stomach fluttering in excitement... as I replayed the evening in my head.

... To be continued