Beth s Erotic Adventures
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"Mr. Randahl, I'd like to speak to you."
Oh, shit. What did Adams think I'd done now? "Yes, sir?"
"In my office, Mr. Randahl." Oops, this was serious.
Once in Adams' office, he sat down behind his desk and just stared at me. He was trying to psych me out, but I'd been through this enough times to be able to just stand there and stare back at him. Eventually he must have realized intimidation wasn't working.
"Mr. Randahl, I thought I'd warned you about your behavior but you chose to ignore me and continue to attempt to disrupt the order of this school."
I had? I knew from past experience not to comment until Adams asked for a reply so I just stood there.
"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"
How do you politely say WTF?
"Um, I'm sorry, but I don't understand. What did I do?"
"You know very well you've been telling all your classmates all about the disgusting things you did during vacation and I'm not going to let you continue to disrupt the morals of this school. I'm surprised Miss Jones is willing to tell anyone of your sordid carrying on."
Sordid? Who, us?
"Consider this a warning Mr. Randahl. I don't want to hear any more bragging about what happened while you were gone. Now get back to class."
I got.
As we walked into the lunchroom I told Beth what Adams said.
"He said WHAT?"
"I know. It didn't make any sense to me either. I think he's losing it."
As our usual gang joined us for lunch I noticed Adams staring at me from across the room. I nudged Beth and looked in Adam's direction and then had to put my hand on her arm as she started to get up. I'd seen that look too often and it didn't make any sense to have both of us on Adams' shit list.
"Just leave it alone. It's too close to graduation."
"But how can you sit there and let him bad-mouth us?" Beth was really steamed.
"I'm just counting the days until I can ignore him and his hang-ups."
Beth just growled. I probably shouldn't have told her what he said, but I wanted her to know she was in his sights too.
"I wonder what 'disgusting things' he was talking about? The only thing I can think of that we told the gang was about getting an all-over tan and that certainly wasn't disgusting!"
My lady snickered. "What do you think he'd do if he knew about showering with Sue?"
"Probably stroke out ... You want to tell him or should I?"
We made it through the rest of the week without incurring any more of Adams' wrath and then it was Saturday. Prom night here we come!
This year wasn't going to be a repeat of last year's weekend-long celebration. Beth's dad said he wouldn't be supplying the transportation and lodging this year. "I figure by now Beth has you pretty well hooked, no more bait needed!"
I was about ready to unload on him about having to bribe me when I saw the smirk. I was beginning to see where Beth got her sense of humor.
Greg and I tossed for who was driving Saturday night and I lost. Time to clean out and wash the beast again.
Saturday evening I drove to Beth's and spent a few minute talking to her folks. Turned out they were going on a weekend vacation and wouldn't be back until Monday. Convenient or planned? I wasn't going to ask!
Beth came down the stairs dressed in a strapless blue dress that left me speechless. As I got up, her dad said, "Have fun kids and don't do anything we wouldn't!" Having known Beth and her folks for over a year I'd heard a lot of stories of Chuck and Bev's youth—including things like what happened in the back parking lot at the Pizza Palace—so I didn't think following Chuck's instructions would be a problem!
I escorted Beth out to the beatermobile. "Sorry it's not a BMW," I said.
"Tommy, stop it! You know I don't care about stuff like that!" It was true, for someone who had the advantages she had Beth didn't seem to think possessions meant that much.
After we picked up Greg we drove to Cindy's and Greg got out to walk up to her front door. Just as he got to the steps Cindy came rushing out and almost knocked him over with her greeting kiss. I'm sure the amount of cleavage exposed by her strapless dress had nothing to do with his stunned expression.
We got to the hotel and turned the car over to a valet whose sneer was an almost palpable thing. We found our table, and while the girls dissected what everyone was wearing, Greg and I grabbed Cokes for the four of us.
As usual we sat out the fast stuff, but the first slow dance found me with my arms around my lady, swaying to the music, and there wasn't anybody else in the room.
Then the music was over and suddenly the dance floor was crowded. How does that work anyway?
After a few more turns around the floor Greg cut in, leaving me no choice but to dance with Cindy. Ah, the sacrifices we make.
After our dance I started looking around to see how many of our lunch table gang were there. I saw Sharon Thomas and Chris Hanson. Sharon was with Phil, the same guy from the school band she'd been seeing since last summer, but Chris was with a guy I didn't recognize. Later I found out he was a freshman at one of the local private colleges. Chris took a lot of ribbing from our little gang over a senior dating a "freshman."
I had a chance to dance with both girls while my lady shared the floor with Phil and Jim, Chris's freshman.
The evening was pretty much like last year's dance, except for one surprise. The band had just started a slow song and I stood up to take my lady out on the floor when a husky voice behind me said, "Beth, can I borrow your guy?" I turned around and at first didn't recognize the girl standing behind me. Then it hit me. "Gracie! You look great!" And she did.
Gracie was the first of Beth's mice I'd done pictures for. She had been a girl with a beautiful face on the body of a Russian lady wrestler. I'd noticed she had started eating smaller lunches and her clothes were starting to look a bit baggy, but I had no idea just how much she'd lost until I saw her in her dress. The white strapless dress fit her like it was sprayed on and she looked wonderful. I saw Joey standing behind her looking like he was dreaming.
Beth stood up. "Sure, why don't we trade for a dance?" She moved to Joey and I was afraid she was going to have to stamp on his foot to get his attention. Joey obviously had a serious case of Miss Wilson.
Gracie flowed into my arms where she fit very nicely. "You look great in that dress."
With a blush, she said, "It's all your doing, you know."
"Huh? Er, I mean, well, what do you mean?"
"It was the pictures you took. You showed me what I could ... should look like and I'll never be able to thank you enough!"
"I'm glad I could help. So how are you and Joey getting along?"
Her blush deepened which was answer enough. "Tommy, Joey's been great to me. Sex with him is unbelievable! I just can't stop coming when he ... oops. Um, we're getting along fine!" She stuttered to a stop.
"It's great isn't it?" I grinned at her. She just looked down at her feet and nodded.
"MR. RANDAHL! GET YOUR HANDS OFF THAT YOUNG LADY!"
What the ... I turned around to see Adams bearing down on me. What was he doing here? I knew Mr. Franks, Mrs. Anderson, and a couple of other teachers had volunteered to chaperone, but Adams wasn't on the list.
"You've defiled your last young lady! Get out of here NOW!" The look in his eye scared me. He looked ready to start foaming at the mouth and I didn't want to be the one to push him over the edge.
"Mr. Adams, what are you doing here?" I looked over to see Mr. Williams, our principal, walk up with a concerned look on his face. "I didn't see you on the list as a chaperone for tonight."
"I came here tonight to stop this, this sex maniac from defiling another innocent girl! It's bad enough what he's done to Miss Jones, but now he's moving on to other poor girls!"
Mr. Williams was motioning to Mr. Franks to call someone, the police I hoped, while Mrs. Anderson was trying to keep the thundering herd away from ground zero.
"Donald," Mr. Williams said in a very non-confrontational voice. "I'll make sure Tommy doesn't do anything to anyone. Why don't you go home and relax."
"I'm not leaving here! He's obviously got you conned into thinking he's harmless, but I know better!" About then two cops came into the ballroom. Mr. Williams motioned them over and pointed to Adams. When Adams saw them he pointed to me, "Arrest this pervert before he mauls another innocent girl!"
The cops started toward me when Mr. Williams stepped between us. "Officers, Tommy hasn't done anything, but Mr. Adams isn't feeling well and should probably be taken home." Taken TO a home was more like it!
One of the cops started talking to Adams and quickly motioned to his partner to call for backup. Adams was getting more and more agitated and I think the cop realized he was going to need help.
Suddenly Adams just collapsed. One second he was yelling at the cops and the next he was on the floor curled up, rocking back and forth, mumbling to himself.
I looked across the room and saw Ron Quigley, my favorite EMT, standing in the doorway and waved him over. One look at Adams and he was on his radio. A few seconds later his partner came in rolling a gurney.
As they loaded him up, I heard mumbles. "Bastard," "Christine," "Couldn't help," and some others I couldn't catch.
Most of the prom-goers were gathered in groups talking and doing a lot of pointing, some of it at me. I wasn't looking forward to Monday. Maybe I'd be lucky and catch beriberi or a three-day plague or something.
By the time everything was done the EMTs had taken Adams away. Where to we didn't know, but the whole incident had pretty much put an end to the evening.
I was talking to Greg and a couple of the other guys when a pair of hands slipped around me and a familiar chin rested on my shoulder.
"Tommy, can we go?" Beth asked.
I glanced at Greg and got a nod so we started making the rounds to say goodbye to our friends. Soon we were on our way to Beth's house.
"Tommy, did you tip that snob of a valet?" Cindy asked. I just nodded. He really didn't deserve it, but I guess one of my hang-ups was having people think I was cheap. I've been known to over-tip in restaurants too.
Once at Beth's we sat around and talked about the evening and Adams' behavior.
"What happened tonight?" Greg asked. "Why does he keep picking on you? I mean, he's always been a control freak, but this year he's gone over the edge. And tonight..."
"Yeah," Cindy added. "And who's Christine?"
"I wonder if that was his niece's name?" Beth mused.
"And maybe Beth reminds him of his niece. That may be why he's always coming down on you," Cindy said looking at me.
We continued the conversation for a while until Cindy yawned, stood up and motioned to Greg. Beth had set up the guest room for them and after they'd gone upstairs I helped Beth clean up until she looked at me.
"Tommy, can we just cuddle tonight?"
I took her hand as we went up the stairs. Somehow it seemed a good night for some shared bodily warmth.
I woke up the next morning spooned behind Beth, arm around her, my hand cradling one of her breasts. There's a lot to be said for tradition.
"I wonder what's going to happen to Mr. Adams?" Beth said as we sat around the table, amid the remains of breakfast.
"I don't know, but I don't think we'll be seeing him for the rest of the year," I said.
"You think they'll lock him up?" Greg asked.
"I don't know, but as touchy as the school is, I don't think the school board would be too happy having him around kids."
"Poor man," Beth said.
"Poor man?" Cindy looked at Beth. "After everything he's done to you and Tommy? Well, I guess maybe we should feel sorry for him. I mean losing your only niece has to hit someone pretty hard."
"Just the same, I don't think anybody's going to miss having him around," Greg said.
Greg and Cindy left in the early afternoon and Beth and I just sat around talking about the prom.
By the time I got home Sunday night my folks had heard about what had happened so I had to go through the whole story.
Monday was as bad as I thought. The kids who hadn't been at the dance had heard about it from those who were and everybody knew, absolutely KNEW what had happened. So why was every story different? And why did everybody think I knew anything—just because Adams seemed to have it in for me?
Beth was standing at my locker before lunch.
"Are you going to tell me what happened Saturday night, too?" I growled.
"Whoa! You've had a good morning."
"I'm sorry, it's been a long day. How can so many people see the same thing and NOT see the same thing?" I'd been hearing everything from Adams had a gun to I attacked him.
"Have you told anyone about Mr. Adams' niece?"
"No. And that makes explaining things tough, but, I don't know, it just doesn't seem right to pass along gossip."
At least our lunch bunch didn't ask a lot of questions. A lot of them had been at the prom and had already talked about it.
As we were finishing lunch Gracie walked over. "How you doing, Tommy? I couldn't believe the way Mr. Adams unloaded on you. He's got some real problems.
"But I wanted to thank you for the dance ... and everything else!" She reached down and gave me a quick kiss. As she walked away I noticed her wardrobe had changed. No more outgrown—outshrunk?— clothes, just a t-shirt and jeans like everybody else.
As we walked out of school something that had been running around the back of my mind all day at school finally popped to the front: There had been no announcement about Adams! The one thing that was on everybody's mind and part of every conversation might never have happened for all the official notice it got. The lack of an announcement was such a null item it took me the whole day before I realized nothing had been said; nothing from the office, even the teachers had ignored it. Spooky.
Since Beth had invited me over for dinner I drove us directly to her house. As we walked in the door she turned and put her arms around me. "Tommy have I told you lately how much I love you?"
"No. But that's okay, I've seen it in your eyes enough times to know you do. If anyone's been bad when it comes to saying it, it's me. I do love you even if I forget to say it some times."
"Show me," she said quietly as she led me up the stairs.
After dinner we sat in the living room talking with her folks; surprisingly, nothing was mentioned about Saturday night, but we talked a lot about my photography. Just before I got ready to leave Beth's dad asked, "Tommy, have you considered filing a patent application?"
Patent application? "Uh, why would I need one of those?"
"Are you planning on making more of your tripod adapters?"
"I don't know. Joe at the photo shop just said he thought he could sell some of them. What does that have to do with a patent application?"
"If your adapter is a new idea you can patent it. With a patent it would be harder for someone to take your idea and profit from it."
"I haven't really thought about it. Do you think I could sell enough to make it worth the effort? I thought patents were just for big things."
"No. You can file a application for any new idea or design.
"Tommy, get me a set of drawings and I'll talk to a lawyer who's done some patent work for us."
"You have some patents?"
"Yeah, and they're not for 'big' things either."
"Um, sure, I'll run a set off when I get home."
"Something else, do you know about model releases and contracts? If you're going to have a business you're going to have to make sure you get all the documentation you need."
"I've got some blank releases, but I'm not sure of the other stuff. I know I'll be taking business courses in school, would they cover that sort of stuff?"
"Yes, I'm sure they will, but if you have any questions just ask me. If I don't know, I can put you in touch with someone who does."
"Thanks, Chuck. I knew photography was more than just taking pictures but I'm learning there's a lot more stuff I'm going to have to learn."
Beth walked out to the car with me. "Tommy, why don't I drive tomorrow? I think it's time to get the Healey out for a run."
How could I argue with that?
I was waiting in the driveway when Beth came around the corner the next morning. "'ello, 'ello, 'ello," I said in my best fake-British accent as I got in the car. It was warm enough to have the top down and I wished we could have just kept going instead of pulling into the school parking lot.
"Tommy, do you realize we've got less than a month of school left?"
"Yeah, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. On one hand I want to be through with high school, but on the other hand..."
"Yeah, me too. We've got a lot of changes coming up."
At least every conversation that day didn't involve what had happened at the prom.
As we walked out to the lot after school Beth handed me the keys. "Tommy," I heard that little-girl tone in my lady's voice. "Can we drive out to the farm? Please? I've even got a blanket in the boot."
As we pulled into the farm Beth leaned over and started whispering in my ear. I think I set a record getting the gate open.
I drove the Healey to our favorite spot and shut off the engine as Beth got out and pulled the blanket out of the trunk, er, boot.
I walked up behind her as she was bent over spreading the blanket, her perfect derrière an inviting target. I dropped to my knees, grabbed her hips and nipped at a cheek.
"Eek! Damn the bugs are getting bad around here!" My lady giggled as she pushed herself back into me until I over-balanced and fell to the ground, taking her with me. As we rolled together in the grass she looked at me.
"Guess what!"
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To Begin with this happened many years ago I'm 52 now and was in my twenties at the time.I had just met the woman who unbeknownst to me at the time, would end up being my wife someday.Her name was Angelia, Angel is what everyone called her, she was far from it tho. Angel was 17 and was a runaway, kinda couch surfing I guess you could say. But she was Hot 5'9" leggs up to her neck thin and under a 100 pounds long auburn hair that she could honestly wrap around her hand two times, and...
True to her word, as soon as Beth had regained her pose from the first spanking administered to her by her roommate, she promptly switched places with her. Just a few short moments later, and it was now Beth that had administered a good hard spanking to Misty. To be sure, both of their bottoms were sore, but they also had, for the first time, experienced what it was like to be the one giving a spanking, rather than just the recipient. It gave them each an exhilarating feeling of power, unlike...
SpankingBeth Haley had always exhibited a meek and submissive personality to some degree for most of her life. However, she had never felt so used and completely dominated as she did now at the hands of eighteen-year-old Michael. Bent over and pressed uncomfortably into a mound of pillows with her arms tied behind her back, the pretty housewife had no way to brace herself against the teenager's violent thrusts that kept shoving her roughly into the headboard like a rag doll. His preternatural large...
For several weeks Beth and Gwen had been exploring together. They had enjoyed discovering new things to do and new ways to do them. Gwen’s enthusiasm and adventurous spirit were contagious, and she was able to talk Beth into several things she probably wouldn’t have tried otherwise. One evening after an exhilarating session of oral sex, Beth asked Gwen a question that had been plaguing her.“Gwen, do you tell your husband about what we do?” “Of course, I tell him everything. Haven’t you...
Beth loved her husband very much. Coming up on almost ten years of marriage, she often found herself wondering how she had been so lucky to find such an incredible man. Along with her two beautiful children she often thought that she hadn’t deserved to be so happy and yet could not help but smile and laugh at the friendship and love she enjoyed with her family. In her early thirties, Beth was a successful artist and specialised in using old, unused furniture and junk to create funky, upcycled...
BDSMA 2nd attempt at story writingBeth and Ian had grown up together. They lived near each other and their parents had been very close friends since c***dhood. They thought of each other as brother and sister but of course they were not. However circumstances were about to change all that.They were both 18 and had both just come out of relationships. They decided to get together and have a what Beth called a sibling bitching session about the now ex partners. Beth also suggested that they...
Back to town and back to work. George Stankovich had left a message with a name and phone number of a company that produced complex molded plastic parts and mentioned what they were looking for might be right up my alley. I called and talked to Nils Johansson, the owner. "Tommy, we've got the same problem Chuck Jones had: High-gloss parts with little surface detail, except ours are black plastic. Can you help us?" "Well, I can't really say without seeing the parts. Can we set up a time...
"TOMMY! BETH!" I looked up and saw Sue Webber waving her hand over her head. I wasn't surprised to see her, even though we hadn't made any arrangement for them to pick us up. I looked at Beth and got a blank shrug. "I don't know, Tommy." We had just cleared Customs at Nassau International and were waiting for our luggage when our Caribbean friend hailed us. "Hi, what are you doing here?" I asked Sue after the mandatory—and quite enjoyable—hugs. "Waiting for you two, of...
It was certainly turning out to be an interesting summer. Beth, Jason's sixteen-year-old niece, was staying with him for two months while her parents were away on business. Much to his amazement, somehow, they ended up being lovers. After three weeks of hanging out together and having mind-blowing sex, they settled into somewhat of a routine. They would get up, hang by the pool or go into town for the morning, and come home. Jason would work on his next project during the afternoon, then after...
IncestEighteen-year-old Michael threw his head back and smiled broadly while his best friend's mom earnestly worked her closed fist up and down his engorged hard-on. The many candles in the room cast wavering long shadows that enhanced the motion and the sense that what was going on in the Caldwell living room was dark and dangerous.Michael shifted his position to the side of the couch and pulled Beth by her shoulders to get her into a position where he could more comfortably get a hand behind her...
My wife Beth and I recently moved to a new city and haven't had an opportunity to make any new friends yet. When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday present this year, she didn't hesitate to tell me that she wanted to meet some new friends and have a gang bang. Ever since we were in high school she's enjoyed having more than one cock to play with, I found this out on our first date. Since then we've had quite a bit of experience with this lifestyle. I have already started working on...
“Sarah said I’d find you here” I said as I sat down gently next to Bethany on the jetty by the boat house. Beth was sitting on the edge, her high heels dumped on the planks beside her, her legs swinging out over the water. Beth kept looking ahead “Yeah she said you wanted to talk?” Eh, wait a sec. Oh I see, that’s how it was. Sarah had set us up. I said grinning “that sister of yours, she is something isn’t she? She told me you wanted to talk to me too”. Beth took a sharp intake of breath....
It was snowing when I got up Monday morning just like the ten o'clock news said it would. I'd set my alarm ahead a few minutes since I knew getting to school would be a hassle. I was just pulling my jacket on dreading the thought of cleaning off my car when the phone rang. "Tommy, why don't I drive today? I'll use the Jeep, it'll work better in this mess." Beth was thinking ahead, obviously. "Okay, I'll be waiting at the end of the driveway on the top of Mount Snow Plow." Beth...
After I left robin I went back next door and found beth anxiously waiting in the kitchen eager to know how it had gone.My broad smile told her everything, she came to me and threw her arms around me, pressing herself tightly against me."Oh thank you, this is going to be the best thing ever!" She was like a giddy school girl so excited and wouldn't stop asking questions about robin and our recent conversation, it was all fine and he would be here at 8.The next hour actually went quite fast! Beth...
There's something about coming back to school that first day, especially after the Christmas/New Year break that's even tougher than most. Beth was as down as I was as she dragged herself out of the house, plopped down in the car. "Do we have to do this?" Not a good sign from someone who normally enjoys school, who thinks homework was just another challenging game. If my princess wasn't ready for today, what chance did I have? "Yeah, unfortunately, we do, but look at the bright...
2 weeks had past since I revealed beths pic's to an all too eager robin. It had been more difficult at first to 'pluck up the courage' to show him those initial photos but all had gone much better than imagined.Robin, despite being a perfect gentleman outwardly, hid a dark secret, he was the original dirty old man!As I said it was difficult at first.Yes I got to talk to him alone and yes we did talk about the opposite sex, I learned early on that he, like myself, was a fan of bbws or the...
Continued from Part 2 CHAPTER 25 - Calling SylviaI felt grubby, so I went and had a shower. The hot water washed away some sadness about my Daddy as well as the dirt. But I still worried that I scared him off. Ah well, what's done is done, and I have to go on. I dried myself, put on a bit of makeup (not sure why) and padded back to the bedroom to get dressed.I saw Sylvia's number and paused a moment, then turned to my dresser to pick out clothes. I checked the weather on my phone and saw it...
IncestBeth and Sissy Copyright CassandraToday 2016 Beth stood up and walked from the bed to the far side of the room, over to the ... what is it? thought Sissy; it looks like a St Andrew's Cross lying on its back, with supports underneath to hold it at tabletop height. Beth turned, smiled at Sissy, and crooked her finger in an unmistakeable "come here" gesture. So enthusiastic at first, Sissy was now hesitant, as it sank in that this would be reality, not fantasy. She rose and started...
"Mr. Randahl, do the arts contribute to society or are they a drain on resources needed elsewhere?" It was Monday morning and Grossfeldt was in his usual mode—hassle the troops and see what comes of it. If he thought he was going to get a yes or no answer from me ... well, by now he should have known better. "That's a pretty loaded question, sir. They are a drain on resources if you consider the money used to support museums and institutions like this one could be used for things like...
It had been a fun summer. Jason's sixteen year old niece, Beth, was staying with him for the summer while her parents were in Europe. Somehow, soon after she arrived, they became lovers. As the summer progressed, Beth made new friend, Jamie. Jamie was over two years older than Beth, and she was just as attractive. While she was staying overnight one evening, they all became intimate.Jason had developed a growing attraction to Jamie. He felt that he might be falling in love for the first time in...
IncestThe following Monday it was back to the grind. We both spent a lot of time explaining to people where we got the tans—let's face it, I don't care how much sunscreen you use, a week in the Caribbean is going to leave you a golden brown—and your friends slightly green. Greg caught me after last period Monday afternoon, "So what are you two doing for the Prom?" Prom? OH, SHIT! Something had been rooting around in the back of my head for a couple of weeks and it just kicked me—big time—I...
After school we had our first read-through for the show. It turned out my part wasn't as big as I'd feared and there were only three songs I'd be doing—all chorus parts with the other guys. All three were parodies on the political and legal system of the time in New York City. I'd been in a couple of shows before, but just in speaking parts, no singing. As rehearsals went on I discovered that I could SING! Well, sort of. I knew I'd never be as good as Beth and maybe it was just the kind...
It was Monday morning and I was waiting in line to register for school. I had my list of classes and the biggest check I'd ever written. I looked over my schedule: Drawing I, 2D Design, Color Theory, Survey of Western Art I, and English Composition. I got a funny feeling I was going to be a busy boy in a few weeks. When I got home Beth was looking at my schedule. "Tommy, are you superstitious?" "Not particularly, why?" "Because your Drawing instructor is a Mr. Adams." I looked over...
Beth excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she cleaned up and returned. She had taken the time to fix herself up, straightening out her sweater, refastening her bra, and pulling her skirt back into place. I started to get up, but she knelt beside me for a briefly and whispered in my ear, “You’re not done yet.” Her breath smelled of mouthwash.I turned over on my back, wearing only my shirt, my cock at half- staff. She smiled as she cradled my head in her right arm. “I’m not done yet,”...
When I got home from school Monday afternoon Greg was waiting for me. "Are you guys free tonight?" "Sure. At least I think so but let me check with Beth first. What's up?" "We'd like to take you out for dinner." "I'll let you know as soon as Beth gets home." I could have called her, but we'd both agreed not to bother each other during school. Nothing worse than having your phone go off during a class. Once I got settled, my first job was to run Gail's special picture through...
"Gail?!" Kevin's girlfriend looked startled when I answered the door. Beth looked up, saw the expression on the younger girl's face, jumped up and bumped me out of the way to let her in. "Gail, what are you doing here? I thought your family moved to California." At the mention of her family the girl flinched. What was going on here? I looked at the wet, miserable-looking waif dripping all over our entryway. "Gail, are you here with your parents?" I asked. As I spoke she ducked...
When I woke up I noticed Beth was already up but I didn't find her in our place. I stuck my nose outside long enough to grab the Saturday paper; stepping back into the entrance I heard whispering and a few sniffles from upstairs. I'd learned in the last two years that girls cried for a lot of different reasons, not all of them sad. What I heard from the top of the stairs sounded like the "I'm sorry" sort. I was sitting at the kitchen table just finishing the editorial and comic pages of...
Author's note.This is an addition to the Beth, Simon and Robin stories and involves my mature wife beth and her adventures with older lover robin. To recap, we are Simon and Beth, mature couple in our 40's. We have befriended the nice older gentleman next door, robin, who is 75. My wife has a thing for much older men, and so the friendship blossoms into our current threesome situation. All previous 'robin and beth' stories can be found on our profile. This is a 2 part story, the first part will...