Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11

"Oh my God!" she looked up at Sharon, "This isn't... are you in this?" Sharon nodded, glad Kelly hadn't known about it, either. She was surprised the younger woman wasn't more alarmed, though. Kelly looked at the flyer, a smile tugging at her lip.

"You think it's funny?" Sharon couldn't keep the sarcasm from her voice.

"No," Kelly rolled her eyes at the obvious answer, "I just... damn, I never thought I'd be a movie star. That's kind of cool."

"Not a movie star," Sharon argued, "A porn star."

"Yeah, like Jenna Jameson," Kelly sat back, "My friends won't believe it..."

"I can't tell anyone about it!" Sharon argued, "It'd ruin me. I can't understand how it happened... Shaun and Dave said the cameras were just for them when they were," she stopped, shaking her head, "I don't remember signing anything."

"Remember those releases that first night?" Kelly pointed out.

"Yeah, but they weren't movie releases, were they?" Sharon hesitated; she'd nearly convinced herself she could force the Brothers to pull her movies arguing she hadn't given permission. She shook her head, "I've been stupid. Even if they didn't have my signature a single photo getting to Chris and it's all over." Kelly shrugged sympathetically, pointing at the flyer.

"I know I was there when this one was filmed," she'd indicated a movie advertised in the middle of the page, "I remember getting off with one guy after another... It was like I was a nymphomaniac that night." Sharon nodded.

"Yeah, I'd made a big impression on somebody acting just like that."

"Really? You mean you have a fan?" Sharon shuddered at the thought.

"Yeah... he approached me at the free health clinic of all places. God, I can't believe it... I'm ruined... I can't believe they'd do this..." The women were silent for a mile or two. "What are you going to do?" Kelly asked then.

"I don't think there's anything I can do," Sharon replied, "It's not like there aren't already hours of film with me doing... everything. And I can't argue that I was being forced... I've been so stupid."

"Hey, it's not like you're the only one," Kelly pointed out, having thought about it for a few miles. "I mean, I love what we're doing," Sharon nodded without really thinking about it, "But I hadn't really considered that someday-- I mean after I've graduated-- say I'm getting ready to marry a guy... I don't think it'd be so cool to have pictures like this of me out there." Sharon nodded. Kelly opened her phone and began to peck at the screen.

"What are you doing?" Sharon asked.

"Well, I'm guessing these aren't just available locally." Sharon obviously didn't understand. Kelly nodded, turning the phone to show the older white housewife, "Internet site selling ZB Productions." Sharon groaned at the picture of her doing a sultry striptease before a group of young black men that was the site's front page. "You know what they say... once it's on the web, it can't be pulled back." Sharon nodded, struggling to find a way to contain the damage. She couldn't believe people could get a look at her behaving like such a slut free on the web... even with their cell phone.

"Even if Chris wouldn't kick me to the curb for cheating on him once, and I suspect he would... if he ever found out I'd cheated on him with a black guy... or guys..." Sharon shook her head. "I'm ruined if he ever finds out."

"So what're you going to do?" Kelly asked, tucking the flyer into the Range Rover's glove box. Sharon shrugged.

"I don't think there's anything I can do... I just have to hope my husband or his buddies never decide to go surfing the net for interracial porn."

"Are you going to keep... you know?" Kelly was starting to understand why Dave had given strict instructions she was to find out how Sharon was 'feeling' about being a 'BZ Sister.' She looked at the shaking older woman, "I mean, I don't think I can just give it up, you know?"

"If I don't every time I... each thing I do just increases the likelihood someone I know will see... They'll have to decide if it's worth their being considered a perv for looking to show Chris what his 'loving 'wife' is doing away at school... By Christmas break I'll have been in so many videos everyone will know me," Sharon paused at that horrific image, "But if I stop they could easily email Chris even worse images, you know? I'm trapped.... I can't stop." Sharon sighed, aware that she was more than a little aroused, having made that decision, "And you know what? I like it... No, God, I love it... I can't imagine not doing this... It's the best sex I've ever had."

"Hey!" Kelly pouted teasingly, "What about last night... and this morning?!" Sharon smiled.

"Oh, I was just including that... If I hadn't started... If I wasn't sleeping around as a BZ Sister I'd never have considered sleeping with another woman. And maybe that's what scares me," she admitted, "Even if I watched Dave or Shaun mail a package with all the movies to my family, I'm not that I'd be able to stop, damn it... If I had all of the pictures & the videos, and knew I was safe... I don't think I'd be able to stay away." Kelly just nodded, knowing Dave and Shaun would be pleased to hear that. On a whim, she reached over, deftly slipping her hand down the front of Sharon's tight jeans. She easily slid a finger into the older woman's dripping wet sex.

"Uh huh," she agreed, "Just talking about it has you about to soak your jeans," she teased, and began to work Sharon's seam with 2 fingers, while pressing a third against her clit. The car veered as Sharon responded immediately. "Watch out or we'll have to blow a Highway Patrolman not to get arrested."

Sharon struggled to keep the big SUV steady as Kelly got her off in a few minutes. She reached across, returning the favor, and when both women had climaxed, the tension in the car had eased.

"You know," Kelly said, stretching languidly, "If you told them you were OK on camera, but that your husband couldn't find out maybe they'd let you wear a mask or something." Sharon shrugged, doubting they'd agree to that. "Besides, I doubt your husband or his friends are spending time surfing the net for interracial porn." Sharon had to laugh at the image of Chris doing that. The thought of some of her son's friends or their fathers seeing her and realizing they'd 'seen her' elsewhere, though. She shuddered anew, imagining what they might demand as the price to keep quiet... and what she'd be willing to do to protect her marriage.

Sharon automatically avoided the malls closest to home, an unconscious step to separate her at school and at home personas. She used her plastic liberally, buying 3 nice but not extravagant outfits for herself and Kelly. The younger woman, of course, chose more revealing outfits, but even Sharon had to admit her taste in clothing had changed since the start of school, and in more than just her selecting a lace bra and thong panties. She chose higher heels with an open toe, shorter skirts, and blouses that could show off her cleavage if she wanted to do so. In case they used the indoor pool or spa, they also chose swim suits, and Sharon did not think twice before selecting a 2 piece bikini, albeit one in her size instead of the impossibly small set the BZ Brothers more appreciated.

Satisfied, she grabbed some small gifts for the rest of the family, pleased at the selection of hoodies and sweats for her school available at the sports store. After packing their bags into the car, Sharon turned for home, struggling not to sound like a mother hen as she warned Kelly her son would be all eyes, her daughter was far too precocious, and her husband was just stiff enough he might throw her out just because of the piercing and ink.

"Remember, they don't know what I'm doing as a ZB Sister." Sharon couldn't keep from reminding her friend. Kelly rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. You can't mention sex or drugs, either."

"I can't mention weed?" Kelly pouted, taking a zip lock bag out of her purse, "But I was ready to really party when I heard about the indoor pool." Sharon shook her head vehemently. Kelly giggled, "Maybe I'll take a morning skinny dip and if you get an itch for... anything you can join me." Sharon stared at the younger woman in horror.

"You wouldn't!" Kelly's smile grew.

"Or maybe your hubby would come down and find me... We've shared the other guys, maybe if Chris fucks me he wouldn't overreact to what we do at school." Sharon's expression was so severe Kelly couldn't keep at it, "Relax, Sis... I'm kidding." Then as Sharon relaxed visibly, she added, "Mostly. But sex in the pool does sound delicious, doesn't it?"

Kelly whistled at the almost mansion in which her friend lived. They carried the various bags in from the car and Sharon put hers down, then helped Kelly carry hers to the guest room, pausing to announce over the intercom that she was home. By the time they'd reached the spacious guest bedroom, pounding feet signaled the approach of Sharon's kids.

Sharon squealed and hugged them each in turn, tugging them into the guest room where introductions were made and the women began to answer the questions peppering them. Yes, school was fun. Yes, there was homework but not too much. Yes, they'd made friends. They were in a fraternity 'sister' group. Yes the new hair and nails were to fit in with the crowd... Kelly giggled, as Sharon hadn't lied. Scott, her younger child, a junior in high school, couldn't tear his eyes from the young college coed. He blushed handsomely when she caught him staring, but a moment later he was staring again.

Almost as funny, though, Catherine, Sharon's 18 year old daughter, couldn't stop looking back from one woman to the other. Kelly could tell the senior had questions she was holding back until Sharon wasn't around. The girl... woman, really, looked like a younger slightly more willowy version of her mother, and Kelly found herself wondering how she would taste... what it would be like to feel Catherine writhing and moaning beneath her tongue. She shook the thought away, but it didn't go far.

Both kids eagerly threw their new hoodies on, then carried the other various loot Sharon had so recently purchased to their rooms. Sharon introduced Kelly to Rosalita, the live in maid who eyed them both sternly, as if she somehow knew what they had been up to. Both women beat a hasty retreat, only to giggle at their reaction as Sharon showed her friend and BZ Sister the rest of the house.

Buffered by the similar hair style and piercing of Sharon's new friend, as well as the assurance by their kids that the changes he saw in Sharon 'were cool,' Chris reluctantly admitted that the new hair color and the high piercing were attractive. He was a little surprised when Kelly launched into a wild tale of all of the 'BZ Sisters' going and getting their navels pierced, insisting that Sharon stand with her to show off the new look, but again, it wasn't just his wife telling him she had done something crazy and trying to convince him it'd been part of a hazing ritual or some sort of Greek rite of passage... her friend had obviously done the same thing. And seeing the calm reaction of the kids, Chris scolded his initial misgivings about the 'new Sharon' as being stodgy and resolved to see just how much younger his admittedly stunningly attractive wife was acting.

The game was that night, and was nationally televised. They sat together in the rec room cheering the team to a close victory that only school faithful had expected to occur. Between plays, the women went on about their classes, and the school functions they'd attended, and the various things the 'Sisters' had done. Chris wasn't surprised by Kelly's explanation that Sharon was the 'mother hen' of the group, keeping the younger women from getting into trouble. He was pleased she was helping the team with tutoring, and admitted Sharon looked more at peace with herself... more 'at home in her skin' than she'd been before heading to college.

Sharon pointed out some of the players she'd 'tutored,' relieved that she really had done some work with the team at Shaun's insistence, so she could name several of the white players as well as her BZ Brothers. Kelly pouted that they had to be available day or night and on weekends to help with studies, but didn't get to go along for away games. A volleyball player with a shot at a NCAA scholarship school, Catherine wanted to know if the women had similar help for their studies and both women assured her they were sure they did. Scott wished aloud that he had tutors to help with his class, suggesting Sharon and Kelly could come back on free weekends and offer him their services. Sharon had been drinking when he said it, and she nearly choked, but Kelly just laughed and told her youngest he'd have to get to college before they could help him out. She glared at the younger woman, who just giggled and winked.

After Chris' almost pleased response to the new 'decorations' she and Kelly had shown off at dinner, Sharon had relaxed through the evening, but after the kids had headed up to bed, followed shortly thereafter by Kelly, she suddenly remember he hadn't seen ALL of the new decorations. She abruptly decided unless he noticed she was not going to mention the tattoos... Too much too fast, the told herself. The nipple ring, though... he'd have no way to miss that. She hoped he'd buy her 'I did it for you' routine. She knew her story might mean having to put up with more sex when she was home than she'd been used to, but she couldn't honestly say that was a bad thing; more than once during the night she'd found herself wishing they were alone so she could be parading around naked, teasing her husband into a 'little fun,' as he'd euphemistically called it when the kids were young.

Reluctant to have the ink seen, Sharon opted not to shower, putting the sexiest nightie she could find in her drawer on instead, then touching up her makeup while Chris finished making sure the house was closed for the night.

"Is the pool ready to use?" she asked, remembering he sometimes neglected the chemicals until they were going to be swimming.

"Sure," he paused, in the main doorway, eyeing her where she stood silhouetted in the doorway of her walk-in closet. "Were you wanting to swim?" She giggled at the suggestion in his voice. He'd tried to get her to go skinny dipping ever since they'd built the pool, but she'd always refused, worried about the kids coming in. She shook her head,

"Maybe tomorrow... you have to wait a couple more years before you can talk me into that," she reminded him. He nodded and smiled.

"Can't blame a guy for trying." She stretched, aware he was still watching her.

"Oh, I definitely want you to try," she purred, moving across the darkened bedroom toward their bed, "Shall we?" Chris closed the door, locking it behind him. Sharon was pleased at the spark of arousal she felt, knowing her husband wanted her... wanted to have sex. It was nice proof she wanted him, too. She lay back on the bed, "I hope you like the surprises I have for you..."

"Surprises?" Chris was stripping out of his clothing as he approached her side of the bed. "It doesn't look like you could hide much like that..." He paused, bending to kiss her. She kissed him back hungrily.

"Mmm," she purred, "It's been too long." He nodded, kissing her again.

"Like when I was in school and you were working in that other town." She nodded, remembering those weekends. "I used to think every day would be like that when we were together." She giggled... That would mean sex every day. She realized they hadn't ever done that... Maybe 2 or 3 days in a row, but she doubted they'd gone 5 days in a row... Ever. She couldn't remember the last day she'd gone without having some sort of sex. She blushed at the intrusive comparison.

"Well, once we get the kids out of here," she whispered, "We'll be able to do it anytime, anywhere." He laughed.

"What about Rosalita?"

"She can't have you," Sharon answered, "You're mine." He laughed again.

"I'll have to send you to school more often." He kissed her again, moving over her on the bed. "On top of the covers, tonight?" It was meant in fun, but reminded her she'd always insisted on sleeping-- and having sex-- beneath the sheets, even in the middle of summer. She shrugged.

"I told you, I have some surprises... Kelly insisted a couple little touches would have you going like a stallion." He was intrigued, she could tell.

"Just having you home has me ready to be a stallion," he pointed out. She reached down, aware she hadn't usually been so brazen, and struggling to find the right mix of housewife and BZ Bitch as she ran a finger along his erection, through his boxers.

"I see," she paused, "Well, almost... I think you have too many clothes on." His chuckle spurred her arousal. God, she wanted him. Still tickling his erection through the cotton fabric, she used her free hand to pull him down into another kiss. A moment later, the fabric shifted and was gone... He'd pushed his boxers down with one hand, bracing himself above her. "Mmm, better," she purred wrapping her hand around him. He tilted, awkwardly kicking the underwear off.

"You're quite forward, tonight," he said, and she correctly took it as praise.

"We don't have time to waste," she answered, "If I'm really good I might convince you to do it again in the morning." He laughed again.

"OK, you convinced me." He kissed her again, "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" Sharon giggled.

"Spending time around Kelly and the other girls has meant I've learned a lot," she admitted, "There are things these girls do almost casually I never thought of doing," she paused, "Or never thought it was right to do?"

"Oh really," he said, "Tell me more." She kissed him, then pushed for him to sit up, astraddle her thighs.

"No, I'll show you... and before you get all excited, THEY may think oral sex isn't even really sex, but I'm not there yet..." She could tell he was disappointed... She'd hoped he'd be disappointed. "I'm not saying I wont' try it... Kelly seems to think it's THE way to get a guy to be putty in your hands," she paused, "But Kathy says to be good you have to have your tongue pierced, and that just sounds gross."

"Oh, I don't know," Chris might've hoped for a blow job, but he wasn't going to pout about it, she knew, "Maybe it'd be the 'cool thing' to show your friends here during summer break." Sharon giggled.

"Now you're trying to guess my surprise," she said, pouting playfully. "OK, before you spoil it... unwrap your presents," and she held her arms over her head. Chris paused, then caught the hem of her nightie and started to lift. While the lights were low-- just from the ½ closed bathroom and closet doors-- Sharon knew he'd see her 'manicured' pubic thatch. Sure enough, he paused,

"Something new?" he teased. Sharon giggled. "Kelly suggested it... It's a lot easier to clean, now, and the girls insisted it'd make things feel better. If you remember it was short last time..." He nodded, and she was surprised-- she'd assumed he just hadn't noticed, "That was a 'home job' and it was a mistake... I didn't like feeling like I was pretending to be a little girl. This feels... sexier. Do you like it?" His fingers traced the thin line of pubic hair, pointed toward her seam.

"I think I could get used to this," he teased, dipping his finger down over her sex and pressing firmly. Sharon's breath caught and she pushed herself at him, ready to have him take her then and there. "What's it make better, though?" Sharon giggled.

"Oh, if you expect me to start acting like the girls act today, I assumed you'd want to return the favor. Kelly said you'll like this." Chris licked his lips suggestively. Sharon was relieved he was so open to the change. And she was more than a little surprised. "There's more," she managed in a purring moan, "I think you'll like this more..." He was obviously puzzled, but dutifully lifted her nightie, baring her breasts.