Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15D

Chapter 16 D: The Ball

Original Story: Scipio

Continued by Rogue Alan

If Christmas eve was a bust for the Sobel family in Sharon's opinion, Christmas day made up for it. She had no idea when the kids got home, or when Chris slipped into bed beside her. And the kids, no longer children, enjoyed sleeping in, after which they worked together with Kelly to put the cinnamon rolls Flora had made into the oven, digging the coffee maker out of a cupboard instead of the Keurig they usually used. Sharon woke to the delightful aroma of a breakfast already made. She snuggled against Chris, glad to be home with her family, and woke her husband with a kiss.

"Kids made breakfast," she murmured, aware of a headache like she had forgotten experiencing often during the semester, the calling card of the frequent hangovers she had experienced for the first time after heading to college. She blinked, looking at the ceiling for a moment, head spinning at how the things she had vowed to do only at school were creeping into her life here at home. She wondered for a moment if she had really been such a slut at the club the night before, absently worrying the bar in her tongue over her teeth. She remembered the power and pleasure she had felt sucking off that stranger...

Pushing the thought away, Sharon glanced at the clock, "thankfully after 10AM." Chris mumbled in reply, and Sharon elbowed his ribs, thankfully glad he was no more eager to get up. She almost giggled, wondering if he was hung over, too. "C'mon, Scrooge... once upon at time we were up at the crack of dawn."

"Once upon a time you were up at the crack of dawn," Chris countered, blinking his eyes and stretching, "I was the one still up at the crack of dawn. There was the year I was assembly a mountain bike that only had French and Chinese directions... and the year Catherine 'had to have' that enormous doll house. Some assembly required my ass... There was the year I stayed up keeping the dog quiet..."

"My prince charming," Sharon giggled, rolling half over her husband to kiss him, "And they loved all of those gifts." A moment later, she squealed as he swatted her naked bottom after she had gracefully completed turning over him, getting out of the bed on his side to use the bathroom.

"You're running off with my gift!" he pouted. Sharon giggled,

"It's not wrapped, yet."

"I don't mind," Chris waggled his eyebrows, "The wrapping never stays on long, anyway." She thought for a moment she might get to enjoy some private time with her husband, who was obviously enjoying the fact that she had gone to bed nude, when there was a knock on the door.

"Mom? Dad?" Lisa paused, "Are you up yet?" It was Sharon's turn to pout, which made her husband smile.

"We'll be right out, hon'," he assured her, then whispered, "See, you should have let me enjoy my gift." Sharon leapt back onto the bed, knocking Chris against his pillow.

"They could wait," Sharon kissed Chris' neck, grinding her dampening sex against his morning erection, "It's still early."

"Oh no," he teased, "They're ready to open presents now..." He kissed her, before slipping out of bed, "But I'm glad to see you got me just what I wanted for Christmas..." Sharon giggled, leaning over and catching hold of Chris' hips before he could move away from the bed. Curling her body as if he was the pole on stage, she managed to spin herself off of the bed and around in front of him, hands deftly yanking his sleep pants down over his erection, the elastic band yanking his cock down momentarily, making him yelp. Any protest died with a gurgle as Sharon sucked him fully into her mouth, swirling the tongue stud over the sensitive underside while bobbing her head slightly, never releasing the vacuum.

"Oh God," Chris panted, a hand coming to rest gently on Sharon's bobbing head, "That's... You're..." Within a minute she felt the change; her husband rose onto his toes, fingers tangling in her hair. "I'm... It's close," he managed, actually shivering when Sharon's response was to bury her face against his crotch, holding him deep as her tongue went on swirling magically. "Ahhhh!" he cunt loose, wondering for an absurd moment if he could accidentally choke his wife, before gasping as her reflexive swallows applied a different but undeniably pleasurable sensation to his still firing cock.

Sharon kept with him until he was spent and nearly soft before she flopped back onto her elbows on the plush carpet, smiling up at him. "Merry Christmas, Scrooge," she said, then giggled as he awkwardly pulled his pants back up while staring at her in open wonder. "What?" she pouted, "Wasn't that what you wanted for Christmas?" He laughed.

"It's part of it anyway."

"Mmmm," Sharon said without thinking, "Something like a stocking stuffer?" She licked her lips, eyeing his crotch suggestively, "I hope you're willing to do some stuffing later on." Chris' smile was priceless... she was not sure if he had ever looked as happy with any other gift she had ever given him, and found herself wondering again how she had been such a prude for so many years.

"You are amazing," he padded to the bathroom, pausing to look back, "And I'm the luckiest man in the world." She sat up, smiling, knowing that he meant it.

"No, baby," she shook her head, "That's me." Chris rolled his eyes and disappeared. When he reappeared as the toilet gurgled behind him, he offered her a crooked smile,

"That's one way to keep from my having difficulty going to the bathroom after you tease me in the morning." Sharon had gone into her closet, exiting in a white on pink variation of school sweat bottoms and a black and silver hoodie with the mascot on the front. "That's what I was thinking," she nodded, "Now hurry up and get something on... We need to get downstairs."

With the swirling activity... kids eating and laughing and talking, then helping as she cleared the dishes before everyone went in for presents, Sharon had no time to consider that she had not yet gotten off that morning. And then everyone was in the living room where the stockings had been laid out. Sharon was surprised when Chris brought her stocking over... often he had not bothered with more than a rose or a note, but she had genuine packages, wrapped even. She smiled up at him pointing for him to get his stocking, too, and asking if Catherine had helped. He affected an injured air, then laughed,

"Both she and Kelly helped me... They took me shopping, then wrapped things up." Intrigued, Sharon divided her attention between watching the kids' happy reactions to the various tickets and gift cards and headsets and body lotion she had selected for them, and the new multifunction Casio watch she had found at the Union for Chris. Kelly and Catherine ambushed her, hugging from each side and demanding that she open her gifts.

She found red glass bottles of lotion and massage oil labeled 'sensuality' and asked Chris if he thought Santa was trying to tell her something, which earned her a wink and a shrug. There were several Apple and Starbucks gift cards, gas cards, along with a new Tervis travel mug with the school mascot on one side. There were nice earrings with small black and white and champagne diamonds in a swirling matrix of white and yellow gold. As she put them on, the thought that they went nicely with the BZ jewelry.

They moved on to the tree and Kelly and Catherine happily passed out packages, Chris suggesting everyone wait until the packages had been distributed, and then taking turns... Taking turns lasted until each of the kids and Kelly began to open one of the packages Sharon had arranged for everyone, including Chris... Nikon DS3100 camera packages. At that point the kids-- and Chris-- were poking around, wondering what the other similar shaped packages might be, racing to see who could find out.

Sharon laughed, when she opened the gift from the kids... an identical camera kit, including a flash, a bag, and two lenses.

"We saw you looking that those and thought you wanted one," Scott told her, "I hope you like it." She nodded, thrilled, "I almost got one for myself, honestly," she said, "They take video, too, so we won't have to drag the boxy camcorder along..." She paused, seeing Chris react as if she had said something wrong. Looking at her array of packages, she found a box similar to the one she had just unwrapped, but slightly smaller. Grabbing it, she tore at the package, already certain what it was... Sure enough, a new Sony HD camcorder sat in her lap.

"We can take it back," Chris said sheepishly, "I just thought you'd want some mementos from school and I still use the one we have for the kids' things here at school." Sharon moved around the boxes, giggling and sat in Chris' lap.

"It's perfect," she said, "I love it... And it's smaller than the camera, so I can carry it in my purse anywhere I go. Thanks, baby." She kissed him , wiggling her bottom just slightly, and giggling as his eyes bulged. "Get a room," Scott groused, then laughed when both girls hurled fragments of gift wrap at him. The orgy of gift unwrapping resumed. Sharon was impressed at her haul, including three nice outfits and a Dillard's gift card. Even the track suit, which Chris seemed hell bent on buying her each year, was something she would wear without hesitation. And one of the dresses, a red one shoulder sequined number, was absolutely outrageous. In fact, she wondered if Chris would feel like he had gotten the short end of the stick, but he truly seemed to love the watch and his other gifts.

When the gifts were all opened, the Sobels and Kelly went back into the kitchen to dig into the pumpkin, cherry, pecan, and French silk chocolate pies that Flora had left. The housekeepers gifts, both new equipment for caring for the house and true gifts and gift cards she could enjoy when she was not working, had been left under the tree, and they would celebrate again later in the week, when she returned. Sharon had asked about the other gifts under the tree, and the kids had shrugged, saying only that they had some presents for 'friends.'

While they were haggling over who got to cut and who got to choose what pie pieces, she slipped back into the tree, picking up her new camera in case anyone asked what she was up to. She was not surprised to see 'Z' scrawled on one of the packages, with Scott's angular handwriting. Seeing the same initial in Catherine's elegant cursive though, left Sharon unsettled. She bit her lip, wondering if it could be jealousy she was feeling. Mentally scolding herself, she silently insisted it was only concern over what kind of boy he was... she had first hand knowledge, after all. Of course, she could not very well say, 'Honey, you shouldn't date him... he is cruel and dominating and demanding during sex.' Shivering, and embarrassed at the way her clit sparked at the thought of the big high school senior, Sharon returned to the festivities, wondering how she could put a roadblock between Zeke and her daughter.

After everyone had eaten and the gifts had been packed away to respective rooms, the wrapping stuffed into a pair of garbage bags that Chris had set in the garage by the trashcan, Sharon expected they would enjoy a lazy day snacking and watching television. She was surprised when Catherine and Scott came in, asking if they could see a movie. Kelly and Catherine wanted to see 'How Do You Know' which Scott panned as being another 'Sweet Home Alabama' the blonde actress bedding several men and choosing among the best of them. He wanted to see True Grit, instead, the western remake that made both girls wrinkle their nose in distaste. Chris suggested Tron Legacy, which he insisted the kids would like, too. Looking at the offerings, Sharon suggested Gulliver's Travels, which made everyone else laugh, the kids reminding her they weren't really kids any more.

They settled on the 1:15 showing of the third installment of the DeNiro Stiller vehicle, 'Little Fockers.' Piling into Sharon's Range Rover, the family laughed and listened to the Christmas carols playing on every station as Chris drove to the nearby multiplex. Sharon barely registered that Chris had said they were meeting friends until she saw Trevor and several other young men standing out front of the theater. There was a mix of letter jackets, and she guessed that the game had jump started several friendships. Several of the young men had little girls fawning over them, she noticed, embarrassed at how her body had responded, seeing the big football player. Leaning over, she wrapped her arms through Chris', smiling up at him, telling herself nothing strange would happen.

When she found out that Chris' friends were not all seeing the Fockers, anyway, but several of the movies, all of which started within a few minutes of one another, she was relieved and yet slightly disappointed. Trevor had barely glanced her way, and while she had been happy he would not try to get her to have sex with all of the other assembled boys with her family right there, there was the undeniable bit of arousal at just the thought of it.

Chris got their tickets while she and the kids loaded up on popcorn tubs and enormous glasses of soda. She was a little surprised at how busy the theater was, but vaguely remembered reading somewhere that many families took advantage of the day together and with most stores closed to see a film together. The trailers ran, and Sharon managed to forget about the other people in the theater as she held Chris' hand. The more... adult moment of the movie struck a little too close to home, and she leaned over, whispering, "I'm glad we didn't try to do that at home." Chris chuckled, and was busy enough watching the screen he did not see as Sharon's eyes glazed , the housewife remembering what had happened in the hospital bathroom. By the time she shook herself back to the present, she had missed a significant part of the film, and she was so wet she was surprised everyone around them could not detect the scent of her arousal. Her clit was sparking steadily, and after squirming in her seat, unsuccessfully trying to ignore it, she knew she had to take care of it. For a moment she considered pulling her husband's hand to her needing crotch, but reasoned he would be too surprised, and worried about whether she could keep from screaming if he did begin to finger her there in the theater. She leaned over to Chris.

"That pop went right through me," she whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom." Chris nodded, fixated on the beautiful brunette nearly throwing herself at Ben Stiller. Sharon got out of her seat, managing not to press her hand against her wanting sex as she hurried out of the dark theater. Kelly and her daughter made no move to join her, although she saw Kelly, who glanced away long enough to wink at her fellow BZ Bitch and lesbian lover. The casual intimacy, right there by the rest of her family, spurred Sharon's arousal.

The bathrooms were a distance away along either end of the long corridor, the nearer sign opposite the theater entrance and concession stand. Sharon hurried, aware that she had not been lying entirely to Chris-- she needed to pee as well as cum. As she neared the open doors for the bathrooms, though, the door to the nearest theater opened and Zeke stepped out, smiling at her as if he had somehow known she was coming. Sharon blinked in surprise, looking around to find with a mixture of relief and anxiety that the corridor was otherwise empty. He clit sparked, TWANG.

"Need something?" the big football player taunted her. Sharon took a halting step toward the bathroom. "You know," he continued, maneuvering alongside of her, and then between her and the bathroom, "I'm still hot from that show you put on in the basement yesterday." It seemed to Sharon he must be shouting. She looked around again, then glared at young man barely older than her son.

"I can't do that here," she hissed, "We'll get caught. I'm not going in the men's room, Trevor." And yet, her body was nearly screaming for her to simply bend over and let him take her there in the corridor. "You'll get in trouble if you go into the ladies' room." He shrugged damnably cocksure.

"Well, it might be worth it, or don't you remember, Mrs. Sobel?" he said, and smiled more broadly when Sharon blushed although admitting nothing. "I'll take that as a yes... In fact, you look like you're just about desperate. I bet," he adjusted himself suggestively, "If I pulled it out you'd blow me right here." Sharon barely restrained her whimper, aware that he was most likely right. She needed to cum so badly she could barely think straight. "I mean, seemed okay fucking in your basement yesterday..." He laughed at the way the helpless white housewife's body spasmed. She was good and hooked, all right. And she was hot as hell, so he was happy Dave had given him Kelly's cell number. The little brunette was going to be fun, too, but he wanted to play more with this hottie... He had already told Dave he would soon enough be able to compare mother and daughter. He caught her elbow, "I think we can find a solution, though."

Sharon let the strong young man guide her through the door between the bathrooms, labeled 'family.' She had never paid attention to it before, her kids have been old enough to go on their own before such rooms had come into vogue. He smiled as she took in the small space... a toilet with room to maneuver a wheelchair, a sink and mirror, and on the opposite wall a baby changing station, harshly lit by fluorescent bulbs, the speckled tile floor designed to hide stains. It was nicer than the hospital bathroom, she thought absently, that memory spurring her arousal. She knew they had to act quickly if this was going to happen; she wished she knew how much of the movie was left.

Without thinking about it, Sharon dropped into her working mode. She made sure the door was locked-- remembering that Donnie had not bothered with that, she had already adopted that simple protection. Turning, she found Trevor leaning against the sink, smirking at her. Though she was angry at his attitude, Sharon was also too hot to really argue. She dropped to her knees in front of him, deftly fishing his already semi-erect cock from his jeans, and plunging her mouth down on him, sucking hungrily and bobbing her head as well.

"Yeah, slut," Trevor patted her head, then let her keep working, his camera phone recording a great POV segment of his cock pumping in and out of her lips, "Guess you were pretty hot after all." Sharon did not respond, working him eagerly, her own need buzzing in her senses, amplified as she reached into her new track pants and began to finger her dripping sex. The need to have feel Trevor inside of her was intense, and she whined her need when he pulled her up by the hair a moment later, turning her away, the movement pulling his rigid cock from her mouth.

"Grab the sink," he demanded, barely waiting as Sharon pushed the pants and her thong down before he moved up behind her. She expected him to spear into her... welcomed it, really. Instead, the muscular high school senior slipped his erection over her swollen, wanting sex, the crown of the bulbous tip brushing her clit as he pressed his hips against her bare ass, teasing her instead. Sharon twitched her hips, trying unsuccessfully to shift him inside of her sex. "Mmm," Trevor teased, leaning down to nip at the back of Sharon's neck, "So you want this, then?" Sharon nodded her head, bracing against the sink and pushing back, tilting her pelvis, desperate to feel him inside of her. He did not relent, teasing back and forth, pausing so she would think he was going to take her, then slipping past her drooling opening again and again. Then he backed up, until the heavy head of his cock was barely teasing against her thrusting bottom. "I didn't hear you," he said, while trying to hold his camera phone steady, catching the agonized arousal of the beautiful housewife in the mirror.