Secondment
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In the quiet between when I awakened and when Judy woke, I wondered about my current life. Tommy was obviously a bit of a mystery to just about everyone, as far as I was concerned, the more of a mystery the better. That way I wouldn’t be caught not knowing things that should be obvious. The universe dropped me in here for some reason and it was not yet clear what that might be, so I needed to remain calm, cool and collected until I knew enough to mix with my peers, or the mission presented itself for resolution.
Either way I had to be very careful.
Knocking off the History teacher just hours after arriving in my new body did not really qualify as laying low, but nature does what nature does...
Let’s face it. She’s a hot woman and I like woman.
Unless I missed my guess, this was not going to be a one-time event. Judy, between bouts of moaning, crying out, and squeezing me between her excellent thighs, admitted that she hadn’t had sex since her marriage blew up and her husband left to take up with twin eighteen year old interns at his firm. Her neediness matched my desire and the result was near perfection.
The doe eyed teacher turned into a dynamo when she tossed convention aside, along with her panties, and embraced her sexuality. Even if we both got into trouble for our liaison, the opportunity to watch her face as one climax after another crashed through her was well worth it. Without clothes Judy changed from pleasant to sexy looking. Her firm breasts gave way to a tapered tummy, which led the discerning eye straight south to her carefully quaffed pubic mound.
Once aroused, Judy’s body provided far more lubricant than strictly necessary for the purpose of penetration. Sliding into her wet cavern felt like I was wrapping Mr. Johnson tightly inside a hot, wet, bowl of jello, but firm and beautifully snug at the same time. It was easy to see how our coupling affected Judy, because she changed into a woman in need, who was determined to take what she needed and damn the consequences.
She reminded me of Colleen and thinking of her made me sad. Being sad about losing Colleen, made losing Benjamin twice as painful, and before I lapsed into a maudlin, weeping, fit, I decided to change the mood by kissing Judy awake.
That worked quite well.
“You did terrible things to me last night. Why did I let myself be led astray by a high school student?” She was giggling as she attempted to act stern and disappointed. The facts were clear. Judy Clawson made the first, second, and third moves. When she forced her tongue into my mouth she set off a chain reaction that led straight to bliss for both of us...
... and we both knew it.
Her smile was sneaky, even as she struggled awake. I could learn to love looking into those blue eyes but knew I’d never get the chance. Like so many other beautiful mornings, with other beautiful women, the reality of the day would tear us apart. Besides ... we had to be up, showered, dressed and far apart before the rest of the class awakened and began to wonder where we were.
Extracting my mouth from Judy’s educated and educational tongue, I hopped out of bed and when I tried to draw her up with me the pain hit in my hips, head and chest. Ignoring, at least for the moment, the pain, I pointed her lovely, naked rear end towards the bathroom, where I started the shower and jumped right in, giving her a little privacy to take care of herself.
Judy wanted to talk as she used the commode. “You really shocked this old girl last night,” she sighed, dramatically. “I only really hoped you would last long enough for me to feel some kind of pleasure, but you stayed with me like an old hand at sex. Just how old are you, anyway?” Her smile took the edge off of her words, and I laughed inside thinking about how shocked she would be to know the truth.
The shower curtain drew back and Judy joined me under the warm water, leaning back to let the water cascade from her forehead to her shoulder blades, I could almost see the tension leave her body as she allowed the water to wake and comfort her. Because I’d had a head start, I stopped worrying about my shower and washed her from head to toe using a soft wash cloth provided by the Biltmore. Judy sighed, moaned and generally allowed me to pamper her as the hot water worked on her body. When I paid a little too much attention to her camel toe, she giggled, squirmed and made me stop.
It was over too fast and I was dressed and kissing my paramour, thoroughly, before sneaking out and quietly slipping down the hallways to my own room. James Bond never did it better, because I never saw a single soul the whole trip. The bed looked so inviting but we’d slept after satisfying out other base need, so I changed and waited the requisite time before appearing in the dining room for breakfast with the group.
While waiting I got the chance to examine the contents of the wallet in Tommy’s back pocket. Tommy was officially named Thomas Martin Morrison. Tommy Morrison from Greenville, North Carolina. He was – is – eighteen as of March the seventh, and was enrolled in health coverage with Humana. His wallet disclosed several important things, but nothing to help me if I get caught in a personal conversation with one of the girls in my class.
His laptop offered some additional information. He did his banking online but had no concept of cyber security. Once I accessed his bank accounts using his passwords which were auto filled, I changed the passwords, hid them behind a firewall, installed a quality VPN, and did the same for his email and Facebook accounts.
I pondered my dilemma while watching the morning news, noting that I was back in the present day, assuming that any of my lives were set in what could be correctly described as the present. It was the twenty-fourth day of May, which meant school, and more importantly, Tommy’s senior year, were almost over. There was no way I wanted to be back in high school, trying to fit in, while insecure about my new identity. School was not something designed to help me fly below the radar, and just being away on a trip with this group of girls presented enormous risks.
A quick check of my trust proved that however I arrived back in the present day did not include any of my failsafe money arriving with me. Apparently Carl Fleming and all of my other identities were not in this present. That meant Colleen and the rest of my adopted family wouldn’t know me because they never knew me. It looked like whomever and whatever Tommy Morrison was was all I had brought with me into this trip.
Thinking about it and all the potential permutations was giving me a headache. Without my fortunes backing me up, all I had was my wits and Tommy’s assets going forward. Fitting in was going to be very important because there were no options readily available that would allow me to easily pick up and change everything.
What I really wanted to be doing, instead of worrying about fitting in, was contemplating Judy’s succulent body. Her personal scent was subtle but powerful. When I fixed my mouth on her opening, her body welcomed the intrusion, even providing additional lubrication to hasten our inevitable coupling.
Judy nearly spun me onto my back when she came. Her thighs grabbed my head as she twisted in ecstasy. I went with her to avoid decapitation and she only relented when the next, more powerful, wave of climax overcame her desire to twist my head completely off. The sounds she made convinced me to keep applying pressure against her erect clitoris, and she rewarded me with even greater gyrations.
Judy knew how to make love, even with a stranger.
When I finally nosed Mr. Johnson inside her, she shuddered, moaned and commenced to come all over again without preamble. It was educational to ride the crest of her passion, because she talked as she came.
“Oh, you beautiful boy, you...”
“My god, you are going to kill us both with that talented weapon...”
“Please ... Please ... Oh, god ... Oh my god ... Oh Myyyyyyyy...”
You get the idea.
It was like that.
The clock at the bottom corner of the TV screen, broadcasting the morning news, reminded me that I had to present myself for a group breakfast, followed by whatever Tommy and the class were in North Carolina to do.
It didn’t take nearly as long as I suspected it would.
“OK, girls ... and Tommy,” Judy said evenly, with just a hint of frost, “We are going to visit several historic sites this morning, followed by a trip up to Gatlinburg, and a very nice, private, motel that sits across the street from a place that rents large rubber rafts to people who wish to ride the river. We will all pay close attention to the historic places, today, or the rafting adventure will probably have to be canceled, tomorrow.” There were the usual groans, but no serious push back. The girls in Tommy’s class were the academic cream of the crop at that school, and they were preconditioned to conform while involved in school activities.
Judy went on without pausing to dignify the rumblings with so much as a look. “There is a years’ worth of history in this area and I intend for us to discover as much of it as we can, while remembering you are all young people with a young persons’ desire to have a little fun.
“So ... let’s pretend that I am Wayne Brady, and this is Let’s Make A Deal. You all buckle down and engage yourselves in American history, and I will make sure that you get to scream your way down ten miles of rapids, tomorrow.
“Deal?”
It was no contest. The girls would have agreed to have their heads shaved if it meant getting to run and play in the mountains without parents, grades, or rules.
So we left the Broadmoor and headed for...
Holy cow...
She took us to the smallest - back woods - lost in the hills - you could never find it on your own - places I’ve ever imagined. The old school houses reeked of history, and Judy had their history ready to dole out as we wandered through those tiny buildings, peeked inside rotting out houses, and took selfies with statues that had been forgotten for generations.
It was amazing.
What was also amazing were the secret looks that Judy shot me when it was perfectly safe to do so without stirring suspicion.
I caught several sidelong glances from Cheryl, making me think that she either suspected, or was teased by Judy about our tryst. Cheryl was younger, thinner, more erect in her posture, and was not at all as sexy as Judy, but a guy is still a guy, and I just HAD to consider the potential positions that I could bend her into, as we frolicked our way to Heaven.
You know...
It’s got to be a law.
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Second Chances By Alexander Kung Second Chances - Part 4 The following morning, Kelly read the directions from Felicia's note to Jessie's apartment. As she walked along the sidewalk , she pondered through her mind what she would say to him. Somehow trying to explain that the girl that broke his heart was the same jerk that terrorized him for years would probably get her sent to a padded room by the nice guys in white coats. "Hi Jessie, I know I've been a bitch to you but...
The next two periods flew by as I was now eager to get the day over with. The incident with Amber sucked all of the fun out of this second chance I was given. The next opportunity I get with the guardian angel, I'm going to abort this whole thing. My last class of the day was Band class. I found my tenor saxophone in in the band instrument closet and went out to meet everyone else. I said hi to Fay and Ron who were also in the band. Ron was the Alto sax section leader. Fay was the drum...
I unfastened the top button of my shirt. It was all I still had on; I'd removed my pants long ago when Lynne had sucked my cock. " Do it, slowly," she prodded, " make it exquisite." It was the same demand she had made of me last week, and she was trying to get a rise out of me. I gave her no such pleasure. " Only the lover can make demands of the mistress," I retorted, though I curled the corners of my lips up in a devious smile. " Now tell me you're sorry, and you want it rough and...
We arrived at the casino on Friday at 8 PM, a full 2 hours later than our plans. It took us a while to get out of Portland and get there. Weekend traffic, getting away from work, an accident on the highway. Both Jerry and I had last minute emergency issues to clear at work before we could leave. It all conspired against us, but we finally made it. It’s Jerry’s birthday this weekend. We’ve been living together again for about 11 months now, and we both needed to get away from work and be with...
When I was sixteen, my mom and dad decided to take a two-week long second honeymoon vacation. They coordinated this with my Easter break and I would, therefore, have the displeasure of spending my holiday with my mom’s best friend from high school.Ruth was married to a farmer named Waldo, and their twin sons Hans and Dirk were eighteen years of age. The boys had been named after their father’s German ancestors. Although there was very little interaction between our families, there was seldom a...
Gay MaleAUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wishing to archive this story is free to do so. Anyone not wishing to archive this story, is also free to do so. So there. ----------- SECOND CHANCE... By Gunslinger Jack had maybe a second's warning, out of the corner of his eye. He'd barely started to look up, when there was a dull 'thump', and he was forcibly lifted from the seat of his ten-speed and hurled through the air. He had an instant in which to register surprise before he made...
Second Nature: Descent By Crystalline Chapter 15 - Become So Numb "I know you're awake, brother. Go on. Try to move. Of course, you can't. Your body is completely restrained, you know. You're not going anywhere." "You fool. Do you really... think..." he started to say, but stopped, surprised at the sound of his own voice. "What have you done to me?" I laughed for a second, then looked at him with the seriousness of a heart attack. "I did nothing. All I did was destroy your...
Second Chances By Alexander Kung A/N: Here's an edited and revised chapter. I hope you enjoy ~ Alexander Second Chances - Part 1 It was a slow day in Felicia Lupescu's curiosity shop, The Relic. It was a humble little shop nestled in right in the middle of the town of Tyson's Cove . It stocked various antiques and oddities from around the world. From an actual Egyptian mummy(not for sale), rare ancient books and everything in between seemed to pass through her shop. However...