Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 11

"Is that?" he paused, "You didn't... Did you really?" His fingers toyed with the loop of silver. Sharon purred, arching her back, pressing her breast against his hand.

"Careful, lover," she murmured, "It's still new... I'm told it'll keep me ready to go whenever you're interested." He was staring at her adorned chest, but smiled at her words.

"I may have to test that out."

"I hope so," Sharon agreed as his fingers circled her pierced flesh, the thumb brushing the pebbled surface. "It's meant wearing more clothes at school since it's always a little more prominent," she explained as he went on thumbing her breast. Sharon sighed again, pleased he wasn't upset.

"Can I still lick it?" he asked. In answer, Sharon pulled Chris down into another passionate kiss. Her hand found his erection again and she urged him up toward her sex, spreading her thighs as he moved between them.

"I hope you will," she answered. A moment later his lips were moving between her breasts. She sighed as she felt him at her entrance. She tilted her pelvis, welcoming his first thrust, and sighed in pleasure as he began to thrust into her in steadily.

Sharon moaned as his teeth dragged over her unpierced nipple. A moment later, he tugged gently at the ring with his teeth and she gasped,

"God, she wasn't kidding... Do it again, baby... Do it like that!" He paused instead, sucking at her nipple before repeating the process. Sharon shimmied beneath him, aware that she would be able to cum before long. His tempo picked up. She rocked her hips, welcoming his thrusts, trying to steady the pace and penetration, wanting to prolong it. "Yeah, baby... That's so good," she murmured. And it was. She wanted it to go on forever. His lips and tongue kept working at her clit, and she let her head drop back, shivering as she gave herself to pleasure with her husband... the man she loved.

The tempo increased. She couldn't ease it off with her pelvis... he was too heavy, pressing down on her... into her. She could feel his need, shared it. Her hands closed on his waist, dropped to his ass, but instead of urging him into her, she pushed slightly, wanting him to slow down... She wasn't there... wasn't ready yet.

He seemed unaware of her budding concern. He'd stopped nipping and licking at her breasts, moving up, panting over her as he went on thrusting in and out. He bent his head, kissing her passionately, then tilted his head, kissing her neck forcefully. She was dimly aware that once upon at time that'd felt good, and belatedly she moaned her appreciation that he was trying. If only he'd slow down. Several times she opened her mouth to tell him, but each time the specter of his reacting to her 'coaching him' made her hold back. The tempo began to waver. She knew he was going to cum. She struggled to keep up, hunching her pelvis, trying to increase the pressure on her clit.

"Oh yeah," he murmured, "Likin' that are you?" He caught her ass in both hands, pulling her up against him as he thrust more forcefully a final few times. Sharon gave a panting whine as he went still. She was done, dammit. Automatically she was shuddering and bucking beneath him though. She threw in a convincing moan, as well, and a moment later he rolled away, reaching immediately for a Kleenex from the bedside table and wiping himself clean.

"Mmm, that was wonderful," he sighed, "Thanks, sexy. Welcome home." Sharon pasted a smile on. She'd been there with him; she'd been ready to cum. Dammit, she scolded herself, making a mental note to masturbate before having sex with him in the morning... She wasn't sure why but it was important to her that they climax together. Chris was already snoring quietly on his side of the bed by the time she'd calmed herself down. She started out tweaking her nipples and fingering her still aroused seam, but it felt naughty doing it beside Chris... He'd never seen her masturbate and she didn't want him to wonder about it, so she grudgingly got up, choosing the closet instead of the bathroom. Sitting at the chair of the vanity in the big closet, she closed her eyes and started to work her sex with her fingers again. It felt good, but she wasn't getting off. After another minute she gave up, taking a short robe off of the hook at the back of the door.

She padded down the hall, ashamed at the hope that Kelly might be up to get her off. She'd resolved that wouldn't happen while they were at the house... there was simply too much chance they'd get caught. Even so, she found herself outside the guest room. She was shocked to hear voices.

"... better in college? Do the boys... can they get you off?" Sharon nearly burst into the room, but the knowledge her daughter was the one speaking with a carnal knowledge of boys froze her in place. She wondered how Kelly would answer.

"Oh, there are lots of men who never stop being boys," Kelly said, "But yeah, in college there are lots of guys who can make sure you are left high and dry, if you know what I mean."

"Do they expect... I mean, do you play hard to get?" Kelly laughed again.

"With your mom around I have to... She keeps us pretty honest. But then again, there're lots of us and lots of ZB members."

"Most of the frat members play on the school's teams?" Kelly must have nodded, because Catherine went on, "Aren't most of them black?" Sharon assumed another nod. "So have you... I mean, is it true? You know, about..."

"That once you go black you'll never go back?" Kelly said with a laugh, "Oh no... Don't get me wrong, they can be really hung, and that can be amazing sex, but I can get off just as well by myself or with another..." she stopped and Sharon was relieved that her friend hadn't gone on, but Catherine wasn't a fool.

"You've done it with other women?" There was an uncomfortable pause before Kelly answered.

"Oh yeah, a few times."

"And?"

"And what? it's not polite to talk about things you've done."

"So you regret having done it."

"Oh no, I didn't say that! Nice try, missy. And before you ask, yes you would be delectable, I'm sure, but not here, tonight. You're still in high school..."

"I'm legal... I've had sex lots of times."

"You're the daughter of my friend."

"Have you and mom?"

"Oh come on, are you serious? Your mother loves your father, remember?"

"Well, she'd been gone so long," Catherine answered, "And before she left, it wasn't like he paid her much attention." Sharon found herself feeling proud of how sharp her oldest was. And a little sad that she and Chris were so transparent to the kids. Damn it, they did love each other... when had they stopped trying? "I just thought," she giggled, "But you're right, I can't really picture mom as a rug muncher... or enjoying that willing black cock."

"You have quite the mouth on you," Kelly answered, "But if you're up with us next year, I guess if it's all right with your mom, you can be a BZ Sister, too." Sharon stepped back, fighting again to keep from rushing into the room. Did she want her daughter to be a BZ Sister? Was her reluctance a sign that she was prejudiced? Was she being selfish, wanting to hoard the pleasure for herself? She tried to convince herself she was just concerned that her daughter not wind up starring in interracial porn videos, but considering the way she was feeling at just the passing memory of what she'd done during that filming, and she had a hard time justifying her initial negative reaction.

She chose to be relieved Kelly wasn't pushing for Catherine to join or come visit or have sex then and there. She hadn't stopped to think about how close in age the women were until they were talking and laughing together after dinner, during the football game.

Sharon was about to move on when a faint but unmistakable odor reached her from beneath the door. Something familiar and forbidden. She raised her hand to the doorknob, ready to burst in, but Kelly's voice, altered as she held her breath, came through the thin plywood.

"This is great shit, Cat."

"Thanks. Can you believe Darren parted with a whole baggie and these rolled joints for a blowjob? He's captain of the football team; I would've done it just to say I'd had him." Both girls giggled as Sharon's world swayed... she had convinced herself Catherine was being a good girl. She certainly had during high school. "So there's smoke on campus?"

"Oh yeah. & you've figured the best way to get it," Kelly assured Catherine, "Kind of hard to get busted if you provide a sexual favor before even asking." There was more giggling.

"So has mom gotten high?" Sharon willed Kelly to answer, praying the girl wasn't already too stoned to think straight. She heard Kelly giggle.

"Oh, it's been in the air, but she's the den mother, right? Can't take a chance she'd say no." Sharon relaxed. "She really misses out on some fun when she refuses to... you know."

"Yeah, it'd be cool if mom would toke with us," Catherine giggled, "Want to go ask if she's still up?" Both girls giggled. "I guess you or I will have to score when I get there next year," she continued, "No way mom could trade a bj for a bag."

"You don't think she and your dad..." Catherine laughed.

"Ew, don't put that in my head. Of course they... well, I guess I hadn't thought about it... It's my mom and dad, right?"

"You'll be a mom someday," Kelly pointed out.

"Wow," Catherine paused, likely toking, Sharon guessed, then giggled, "That's too deep. I guess I'll have to ask mom sometime," she giggled, "That'd kill her. She hasn't told you she does, has she?"

"We're just trying to get her to let her hair down and drink a little," Kelly answered, "One of the guys wanted to slip her some E but the guys really respect her, you know? She's kind of like the house mother."

"I thought all frats had a house mother."

"Naw, I don't know why, but ZB don't. There're always Sisters hanging around, though, so we cook & clean and do what a house mother would do."

"And more, right? Right?" The girls laughed again. "Damn, I can't wait to get to college. It'll be a blast." Sharon knocked on the door, then.

"Are you girls OK?" she called. There was a flurry of activity, then a fit of giggles with Kelly repeatedly managing, 'It's all good, it's all good... don't... it's all good... Not there... it's fine... it's good... that's good,' before Catherine called back.

"Yeah, mom, we were just talking, you know."

"OK," Sharon suddenly wished she'd just gone inside. She could've sat down and smoked with her daughter and Kelly and laughed with the girls instead of standing in the hall like a... like a killjoy mother. "Don't stay up too late." There were more giggles and she moved down the hall before making a decision.

Without stopping to think about it, she hurried downstairs and into the dressing room for the pool. She checked that only the underwater light in the deep water was lit, then shrugged out of her robe and dove naked into the cold clear water. She swam leisurely laps, delighting in the feel of the water on her bare skin, and vowing that she'd bring Chris skinny dipping the first time the kids were out of the house.

If anything, her daring night swim left her more aroused rather than satisfied, and she was disappointed when Kelly didn't appear to make good on her promise, but then she'd known the girls were still gossiping in the guest room. She reluctantly got out, dried off, and returned to bed, relieved that the next day they'd be heading back to school where she could get some real satisfaction. She paused, watching her snoring husband, aware that she shouldn't feel that way, but unable to deny that it was exactly what she'd thought. She snuggled against Chris, telling herself she had to remember what was her real life and vowing she'd find a way to protect it.

Any hope of a morning repetition of the prior night's lovemaking was dashed when Sharon blinked awake. She glanced at the clock, finding it was nearly 11AM. She sat up, finding herself in bed alone. There was a note on the nightstand.

'You and the kids are asleep. Too warm to ignore-- went golfing with Floyd. Come home again soon, so we can repeat last night. Love, Chris.'

She got out of bed as she reread the note and relieved herself, then turned on the shower. She knew she shouldn't be disappointed-- they'd rarely had sex more than twice in a week before she'd gone to school, so Chris likely had never considered she might be up for more. Sharon climbed beneath the hot spray as she admitted she was mostly at fault... she had often declined Chris' sometimes overbearing advances, and she knew that he'd wanted more sex than she during their marriage. It was almost funny that she was the one having so much sex.

As she soaped up, she found herself wishing she hadn't said 'no' to Chris so often. She wondered if it would have changed things, but scolded herself for over thinking things... As much as she hated it, the sex was amazing. She began to play with herself at just the fragments of memories of what she had been doing. Shame and embarrassment had so atrophied they were barely present as she masturbated with the detachable showerhead Chris had insisted on getting years before to the varied images of 'her Brothers' using her. She'd never done that before, and as the sparkles of her climax faded, she wondered if he used it for the same purpose.

She dried off, resolved to tell Shaun she would go on being their pet housewife, but only if they would protect her identity. If they refused... If they threatened to show her family what she'd become... Sharon knew that it would only be a matter of time, anyway. She told herself it was better to get it over with while at least some people might believe that she'd simply been overwhelmed, if not forced or taken advantage of. The lingering question she didn't want to face was whether she could deny her own urges if the ZB Brothers laughed at her demand. The imagined picture of them unzipping, demanding she blow them on the front porch of the frat seemed too real, especially when she realized she was looking up at them as she prepared to obey...

Sharon lost herself in the routines of motherhood, mixing up waffle batter and setting out the plates before she went to wake the kids. She paused at the door to Kelly's room, wondering if Catherine had spent the night. She hesitated again, trying to decide if it was maternal concern or jealousy that she felt about that. She blushed, admitting it was at least partly jealousy.

Both girls were in the room's queen sized bed, but were not spooned as she would've expected if Kelly had introduced her daughter to the various joys of lesbian sex the night before. She crossed the room, raising the blinds and smiling at the whines that resulted. Together the younger women pulled the comforter over their heads, blinding hurling extra pillows in Sharon's general direction.

Scott surprised her; he was already awake, lost in some gruesome video game in which he seemed to be hunting other people. She paused to watch, pleased that he seemed to be more than good. He was talking to the other players through a head-set and his attitude and language again reminded her that her children weren't little anymore. She wondered if he was having sex with his girlfriend. She knew she should be home more on the weekends.

Though slightly distorted, she started, hearing other players' voices projected through the TV. She was almost certain she recognized some of them, and that could only mean one thing.

"Hon, who are you playing with?" she asked. Scott shrugged.

"Dunno... I mean Chase and Drew and Mike are playing. We're the fear team, see?" The round had ended and he pointed to the matching letters within brackets on the screen. "We stay together, and I've played with some of these other guys, but they could be from anywhere... I've played with folks from Mexico and Canada and France."

"So it's random?"

"Sort of... I guess usually it's players who aren't too far away, to keep it from getting laggy." Sharon had no idea what he was talking about.

"It's not just your friends?" He shook his head, busily pushing buttons on the strange controller. "Do they know who you are?" she shivered at the thought of someone laughing, telling Scott how they'd 'banged his mother.'

"Well, they know my gamer tag, see?" he pointed to his name: 'DaywalkerS' "And I've put some stuff up so my friends can see." Sharon nodded in relief, not understanding the different connotation of 'friend' in Xbox gaming. "Don't worry," Scott added hastily, "I know not to put anything identifying... They talk about that at school." Sharon was relieved. She watched for another minute, and almost asked if she could play, but decided that could wait. She told Scott breakfast was ready and he promised he'd be down 'at the end of the round.'

She prepared waffles, bacon, sausage strips, and poured milk and orange juice for almost an hour as the youngsters padded out separately, eating almost mutely until they were all satisfied. They talked music, movies, TV, and sports as Sharon ate her breakfast at last. There'd been too little batter for a full waffle, but compared to what she had been eating, the meal was extravagant. Catherine insisted on taking Kelly shopping, and Scott returned to his game, leaving Sharon to clean up, which she didn't mind. Sunday was Rosalita's day off, and she was glad to have something to do.

She jumped when her cell rang, picking it off of the kitchen counter. A close up of Shaun-- standing naked-- was to the left of the number and Sharon gasped, trying to remember when that had been put on her phone. She picked up, checking that the picture disappeared before she put the phone to her ear.

"Shaun," she said before he could speak, "I have to talk to you."

"Sure, baby," he replied, "We're talking now."

"No. I mean yes, we are, but I need to sit down and really talk to you when I get back."

"When you get back? Where are you?"

"I... I brought Kelly to visit my family." Sharon waited, listening to the connection hum.

"Damn," Shaun sounded disappointed, "I was hoping to spend a little time playing this afternoon," Sharon knew just what he meant by his tone, and her body reacted that quickly.

"I'm sorry," she didn't want him to be angry, "I hadn't heard from you, so I thought..."

"It's OK, baby," he assured her, "We'll just make up for it when you get back." Sharon sighed in relief, aware that her pulse was up at the thought of doing what Shaun was saying.

"OK. But we still need to talk," she insisted.

"Well then, get your sexy ass back to school," he answered.

"OK," she remembered Kelly was out with her daughter, "As soon as Kelly gets back we'll be on our way, but it may be awhile."

"S'cool," Shaun assured her, "But the party's already started, so don't wait too late." He rang off, leaving Sharon wondering what party he was talking about. She considered using the computer in the kitchen to look at the web site on the flyer in her car's glove box, but worried Chris might stumble onto what she'd seen. The idea of getting caught by something she did at home was never far from her thoughts. She worried at the sudden thought that Catherine might see the flyer if they'd taken her Range Rover, but a quick glance into the garage reassured her; they'd taken her daughter's Jeep Wrangler.

***

It was almost 5PM before the girls returned, laughing and carrying various bags into the house. Sharon had tried to decide how to tell Kelly they needed to get going. She helped sort through the various clothes and unmentionables the girls had bought, and was relieved when Kelly grabbed up her share of the loot and stuffed it into her backpack.

"Sorry, Cat, but your mom and I have to run," she said, "There's a Sunday night party we're supposed to help with." Sharon realized Shaun or Dave must have called Kelly, too. It reminded her about the picture that came up on her phone. She needed to look through her memory card but didn't remember exactly how to do that. She hoped Kelly would be able to help.