Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 13

They had the back of the plane mostly to themselves. The starters were at the front, talking strategy and watching tape on the aircraft's video system with the coaches. The rest of the team and most of the support staff were spread out in the second section. Sharon tried to relax and be patient, but the memory of having Shaun in her mouth, and his proximity, not to mention the prospect of 60 horny football players celebrating a win had her more than a little aroused. She was also nervous, having expected at least a couple of her 'Sisters' to be along for the celebration. It was a little amazing to her the coaches would let her 'celebrate' with the team, but she had long since stopped wondering at how totally the BZ Fraternity controlled what happened at the school.

Flying had always made her nervous, and as the big jet lumbered down the runway maybe thirty minutes later, she put her hand on Shaun's gripping him tightly until after they had lifted off and the noises of wheels and flaps closing had faded.

"It's not a long flight," he warned her, "Otherwise we would've gone last night." Sharon just nodded, trying not to think about what could have been if she and Shaun had been away someplace overnight. She pressed her thighs together, struggling to stop thinking about the virile young man whose hand she still held. "This is better than using busses... That's how the other team will get there. We'll have to bus from the downtown airport, but it's not a very long trip. It's the late afternoon game, so we probably won't get back until well after midnight." Sharon just nodded. How could he be so calm, she wondered, then decided to tease him a little. She lifted the bottom of her shirt, baring her midriff, before leaning over.

"Shaun?" she murmured, quietly enough he had to tilt his head down toward her.

"Yeah, babe?" She bit her lip, then took the plunge.

"I'm not sure I can wait until after the game." He smiled knowingly as he looked at her.

"Too long to go without cock?" he taunted her. She flushed, but nodded. "Hmmm," he scratched his head, eyeing the aroused wife, "Well, have you ever done it in a plane?" Sharon could not believe he was asking the question. Then she realized he was teasing. "You'd never considered joining the mile high club?" She had heard of it, of course, but when would she have been able to do that, having only ever taken commercial flights. The idea, though, of illicit sex in the tiny bathroom of the plane was a definite turn on. And the possibility she might be able to talk Shaun into fucking her... Sharon shivered, dropping a hand into his crotch.

"Have you?" she purred. Shaun lifted a hand to tweak her erect unpierced nipple.

"When would I have done that?" he asked, to avoid answering the question.

"I just figured you always provide 'entertainment' on these flights." He laughed.

"Oh, no, you are special, my little BZ Bitch. We're looking for new ways to let you enjoy the perks of being our little sister, since you have to be careful about your hubby." Sharon nodded, pleased they were looking out for her. He slipped a hand inside the waistband of her shorts-- she had not worn panties. His finger easily curled up into her sex, pressing against her clit. She moaned quietly, her seam flowing already. Releasing the seatbelt with his other hand, Shaun stood, guiding the ready blonde by her aroused sex down the aisle to the back of the plane. Instead of turning into the impossibly small bathroom, though, he continued into the small kitchenette, pulling the curtain as he spun Sharon around him, pinning her against the cool aluminum outer wall of the space.

Sharon smiled hungrily, thighs parted invitingly, Shaun's hand still pressed against her, finger curling into her. Without being told she eagerly worked her thumbs into the waistband of the shorts, shimmying her hips as she worked the thin garment to her knees before kicking them off. Shaun stepped closer, his free hand cupping her breast. Sharon moaned, wanting to feel his hand on her skin. She raised the shirt, baring both breasts, and pressed her chest against his lips as he bent to teasingly bite at both nipples. Her fingers found his jeans, scrambling with the belt, button, and zip. Her pulse roared in her ears.

Shaun moved close, his jutting cock slapping against her mons. Sharon whimpered, trying to tilt her pelvis, wanting to feel him inside of her. He caught hold of his erection with the hand that had been working her sex, teasing her again, not letting her impale herself.

"This what you want, babe?" he taunted. Sharon nodded, hands pulling at his hips, hungry for more. "Oh no, you have to tell me."

"I want it," Sharon answered immediately and loudly, not caring who heard, "Give me your big cock... Please give me your big black cock... Fuck me, daddy," she cooed, shimmying her hips, batting her eyes, and smiling like she had learned to do at Snake Eyes. Shaun chuckled.

"Damn, but you are shit hot, little Bitch." He slapped the swollen glans against her clit again, and Sharon nearly managed to climb onto him, literally hitching her bare ass up on the curved metal skin of the stall's outer wall. "I'm your first... Your ticket to the mile high club?" Sharon bit her lip and nodded, hunching at the wonderful cock so tantalizingly close. "What're you going to do for me?" he teased.

"Anything!" Sharon answered without hesitation, "Whatever you want, baby... just fuck me. Give me your co... ahhhh!" she nearly screamed as he stepped up, seating nearly all of his cock in her more than ready hole, driving her against the metal wall, lifting her off of her feet. Her hands scrabbled at the narrow aluminum counters. Heels rose, pounding at the backs of Shaun's thighs as he set an easy rhythm, working the rest of his shaft into Sharon's twitching, hungry cunt.

Their coupling was fierce but almost silent, the pretty white housewife obviously worried their exchange might be overheard, though Shaun was confident the roar of the engines would drown out anything but a scream. It was a sexy distraction, though, watching Sharon struggle not to make a sound.

"Feel good?" he taunted. She nodded, teeth impressing her lower lip. He reached up, tweaking the pierced nipple, then trailed his fingers down to press against her aroused clit. Sharon's back arched. A tortured whimper of pleasure escaped Sharon's throat. "They say the throb of the engines makes it better... Is it?" he whispered, dipping his head to kiss her neck. Sharon whined, nodding again. "Oh no," he said, stopping his thrusting, "You know the rules..." Sharon whined again, trying to thrust herself up and down on his cock.

"Fuck me, daddy," she managed, "Give me that big cock... God, it feels so good... The buzz is amazing, but not as amazing as that big black cock!" He resumed fucking into her again, and Sharon became more active and vocal, panting that it felt good, urging him to fuck her harder. She cried out as she climaxed, and again only two minutes later. By then Shaun was ready to go. Catching her ass in his hands, Shaun stepped back, bringing the willing white housewife almost into the aisle as he huffed 'Yeah,' and began to cum. Sharon shivered, delighted at what had happened, and aware it had been too long since she had enjoyed Shaun's cock... or any cock, for that matter.

Panting, she slipped clumsily off of Shaun's cock, and grabbing her shorts up, turned gracefully into the main aisle of the plane in order to pivot into the bathroom, to clean up. Smiling, Shaun grabbed a Kleenex to wipe up the last of his spend before closing his pants and sauntering back up to their seats. He ignored the knowing glances of the flight attendants; why should stews be the only ones to enjoy mile high sex! He had not really planned on despoiling the pretty coed-- it could present a problem later, but only if the team lost. He did not think that would happen, or they would have chosen a different cadre of the BZ Bitches to bring along for the rivalry game...

When Sharon returned to her seat, Shaun pointed out they were flying almost directly over her home. Sharon looked out the window but gave no indication she was feeling bad about what they had just done, considering her husband was 25,000 feet below, blissfully ignorant what had happened to his wife since she had returned to school.

The cities were close enough the pilot announced they would be beginning their descent a few minutes later. Just over an hour after taking off, the plane touched down and the team transferred to waiting busses. Shaun led Sharon through the busier terminal, carrying only a smaller backpack he had retrieved from the duffel; the rest was for the celebration on the return flight.

Thanks to the widespread network of the fraternity, there was a silver Mitsubishi Eclipse waiting for them, the keys tucked into the visor. Shaun chuckled at the thumping bass emanating from the trunk as he pulled out, a woman asking to be taught to do it doggie style. Glancing at Sharon, he decided that he had waited long enough; he would have to visit the club to see if Go was serious about how good she was on stage. With that in mind, he got off of the highway and threaded his way through downtown, pulling in at an older four story brick building with a revamped glass wall facing the parking lot.

"We have some time before the game," he explained as Sharon eyed the sign on the corner of the building, pink neon reading 'BAZOOKA'S' below which the outline of a woman doing a straight leg 'come hither' bend made it obvious what went on inside. Sharon was visibly nervous.

"I don't think this is a good idea," she started, "I don't think Go would appreciate it if I danced..."

"Relax, darlin'," Shaun laughed, "I just thought we'd sit in and watch for awhile." Sharon shrugged, offering no further objection. They parked, and thanks to the weekend game, found a small crowd was already enjoying the dancers stripping on the low center stage even before 10AM. Sharon sat at the small table, watching the crowd-- men and women-- as much as the women taking their turns on stage. She was momentarily puzzled when Shaun ordered 'apple and orange' from the waitress who appeared to take their order. Shaun noticed her expression and laughed.

"It's a juice bar," he explained, leaning close to be heard over the pounding music, "We're on the other side of the state line, and in the city limits they can't have booze and breasts... It's one or the other."

"So there's no Champagne room," Sharon asked. Shaun laughed.

"Well, there's no official blue room, but most places have a back room where guys who want... a series of lap dances from the same gal can enjoy it in at least a semi-private way." Sharon giggled, considering there was nothing private about Go's Champagne room. It seemed especially strange that she was not the least bit buzzed as she sat in the club, and that she was not working the stage or the floor. Her body responded, though, which made sitting still even more difficult.

Shaun enjoyed a passable burger and fries platter, while Sharon picked at the chicken Caesar salad he had ordered for her. It tasted good, but she found herself wishing she had a burger, too. Shortly after 2PM Shaun led her out into the sunlight. The responsive little car hummed once he had gotten back onto the highway. He fished a pre-rolled blunt from a pocket, passing it to Sharon., and soon enough she was visibly blessed, smiling absently, fingers roaming periodically over the pierced nipple faintly visible through the thin white T-shirt. They were at the stadium by 3PM. Shaun tucked the keys in the visor, sending a text to let the local BZ organizer know where the car could be recovered.

Giggling, obviously unconcerned about anything, Sharon asked why they were at the 'park' so early if the game was not until later. Shaun chuckled, explaining that they were at the stadium early to tail gate, asking if the pretty white housewife had never tail gated before. Sharon shrugged, explaining that her son, Scott, was a tight end and linebacker on his high school team, but added she really did not understand the game, and did not like watching, since she always worried he would get hurt.

She seemed truly amazed at the party BZ Brothers had arranged in a corner of the parking lot near the south end of the stadium. There was beer on tap, tubs of iced cans and bottles, and a full service bar at each end of a long tent. Tables of food lined two sides of the tent, and frat members of all ages were talking and laughing. Several had their wives along, though Sharon noticed the women seemed gathered together in small groups, mostly ignoring what was happening. She did recognize a few less than friendly glares from several of the women, some of whom were no older than she.

"They don't look like BZ Sisters," she said to Shaun, who laughed before answering.

"Oh, they're not. Those are the wives of some of our alumni," he told her, "So most of them aren't too happy to see a BZ Sister." Sharon nodded, fully understanding why they would be upset. She was a little surprised, though.

"They know what we... I mean, what BZ Sisters do?" the thought made her anxious and she wished she had another joint. She unconsciously stopped looking at the other women, wishing she was at the club or at the frat house, instead. Shaun shook his head.

"Well, a couple were BZ Sisters," he admitted, watching Sharon carefully for a reaction to that. The mother and housewife had obviously never considered that possibility. "And the others have to have some idea, but it's not like we advertise how y'all... help us out," Sharon relaxed visibly. "I think they react that way to pretty much any pretty woman they don't know who comes around...and even to some of the women they DO know," he shook his head, "It amazes me how often women get all worried they're gonna 'lose' their husband to another woman but can't just do what they need to do to keep them, you know?" Sharon nodded but her furrowed brow suggested she was at least a little lost. Shaun draped a muscular arm around her shoulders, "Just stay away from them. Ignore them if they get in your way."

"And here I thought this might be an orgy," Sharon pouted without really thinking what she was saying. Shaun laughed.

"All things in good time, little BZ Bitch. For now just enjoy the brunch and mingle; I bet you'll be surprised how many people already know who you are." Shaun was right. Sharon was casually welcomed into various conversations about business, movies, local events, and sports. She was amazed at how many of the men called her by name, checking more than once to see if somehow a name tag had been pressed onto her chest. She had grown used to men... actually everyone, eyeing her chest more than her eyes; the piercing just seemed to attract attention like that. It seemed totally natural when the conversing men draped an arm around her shoulders, and more than once Sharon found herself hoping one or another of her new friends would take her somewhere secluded to demand she service them. Each time she caught herself thinking like that she blushed, shocked but no less aroused at the idea she might want it.

She told herself it was the champagne; each time someone introduced himself he seemed to have a flute of the bubbly alcohol for her. Sharon had no idea how many glasses she had emptied in toasts and while talking with her new friends. She had been careful only to nibble on the various hors d'oeuvres out of the usual fear she would ruin her figure; she had not recognized the very real decline in body fat she had realized due to the long hours dancing compared to the too scarce, too small meals she had been taking in. There were other women, too, and while they were almost universally more reserved, they at least smiled and shook Sharon's hand. Some asked who she was with, and when she explained she was a student and a friend in the frat had brought her along, two or three seemed genuinely interested in what she was studying.

All of the women she spoke with seemed intent on complimenting Sharon for being in such great shape. When asked (as happened repeatedly) how she managed, the blonde housewife shrugged and told them she'd had little time for her usual exercises since classes had started, but added that the frat kept her pretty busy when she wasn't in class, and that she'd taken up dancing,

The entire party was upbeat and enjoyable, and time simply flew by. Shaun reappeared, and Sharon followed, the world spinning pleasantly around them, as he led not to the nearest of the main gates where the majority of the fans were beginning to head in for the pre-game festivities, but to the closely guarded smaller 'pass only' side entrance. The placard on the lanyard he'd draped over her head did not have her name, but was an all access pass, and before she could stop wondering at the amazing difference in the way they were being treated compared to the handful or pro games she had attended with her family, they were standing in a quiet lobby with what Chris would call 'the pretty people.' Sharon giggled at that memory, because she found herself staring in awe at a trio of leggy, stunningly beautiful standing nearer to the elevators. Shaun caught her staring.

"They're trophy wives," he nodded as if she had said it, inclining his head toward the oldest of the trio, "That one's the coach's wife. And that one," he nodded toward the second, an impossibly buxom brunette, "Is the AD's wife. His mistress likes basketball more." Sharon blinked and looked at him in surprise. Shaun shrugged, "She has to know, but if the option is John Q Public working in accounting 9 to 5 or Mr. Big who lets you have whatever you want but occasionally wants some strange, it isn't such a trade off, is it?" He did not give Sharon much time to think about that, "And it's not like she hasn't found her own ways to... enjoy herself," he winked suggestively. "Besides, you're their equal, easy." Sharon blushed, but rolled her eyes, certain he was just being nice. He shook his head, catching her attention, "I'm serious... See how none of them are looking this way? They're threatened by you being here." Sharon was amazed, and felt as if she was aglow at accepting he'd meant his compliment.

She did not dwell on the comparison or her reaction to it, as they moved past the manned open bar to one of the four luxurious elevators. Polite uniformed attendants checked their lanyards once more, a process that was repeated when they got off of the elevator, before Shaun led her confidently to the left. He waved and they paused outside a big room. While Shaun and an older black gentlemen spoke quietly, Sharon gazed in at the suite... oversized hi def screens showed the field on each wall. A big marble island was festooned with appetizers and finger sandwiches. A uniformed woman stood behind a fully stocked bar, working quickly to take care of the guests' orders. Through open oversized glass sliding doors she could see the field beyond, and the back of a row of individual stadium seats. There were at least 30 people moving about or standing talking, with ample room for more.

Twice more Shaun paused, once exchanging the 'dap' she had seen members of the frat doing in various combinations. The man who exchanged the flashy 'handshake' kept his eyes on Sharon-- roaming up and down her body-- throughout the greeting. Sharon was a little surprised when he did not ask her her name or say anything to her. Sharon ignored what they were talking about, examining the suite beyond the big man. It was almost identical to the first she had seen, sports memorabilia on the walls between the various plasma screens. At least the food appeared different, she thought, as Shaun caught her hand and led her farther down the well lit hall. He did not stop again until he reached an unmarked door just beyond which the open entries to men and women's rooms waited on the opposite wall. Catching the key card hanging from his lanyard, Shaun opened the door, and then stepped aside allowing Sharon entry.