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Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Summer to Remember, Ch 1-4, revised
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Well, I didn't get too many responses from my query on ASSD to continue
this story, but I did get a favorable response from 4 people (thank you!)
and from one special fan in particular (you know who you are).  That was
enough for me.  This special person also suggested that I repost my
previous chapters to generate some more interest in the new chapters to
follow.  I thought this was a great idea.  Therefore, as I reread my
previous chapters to get up to speed, I'll repost them to ASSM.  There will
be some minor revisions for formatting, punctuation and grammar.  Other
than that, I've left the original as is, warts and all.  As always, any
comments or suggestions are greatly appreciated.

   Disclaimer: All character are fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  Any resemblence to actual persons, dead or alive, is wholly
coincidental.  The reader agrees to hold harmless the author.  This work is
copyrighted, 2004.  All rights reserved.



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CHAPTER 1 revised

Joe, Billy, and Wade couldn't believe their good fortune. They
were going to the home of their former 8th grade teacher, Mrs.
Myers.  She was a babe! All three of them had her in a class or
two the previous school year.  Wade was the luckiest.  She was
his homeroom teacher so he got to have her for most of his
classes while Joe and Billy only had her for a couple.  Even the
boys who were unfortunate enough not to have any classes with her
knew who she was.  Mrs. Myers was the new teacher in school; the
young one; the pretty one; the best teacher any of them had ever
seen.

Joe figured her measurements were about 36C-24-36.  Not that he
had any experience with women, because he had none, but he was
pretty smart and he read a lot, especially his sister's Cosmo
mags.  Just like everything else in Joe's life, what he didn't
know fascinated him to the point where he had to find out the
answers.  When puberty and adolescence hit, all his questions
began to focus on girls, and Joe delved right into the subject.

Billy was the most mature of the bunch -not physically, that was
Wade, but mentally.  He had done stuff, or talked about having
done stuff, that made the other boys slack-jawed in wonder.  None
of it was true, of course, but that didn't matter to Billy or his
friends.  Joe, however, suspected that Billy got most of his
material from his Dad's stash of Playboys and Penthouses. 
Billy's parents argued a lot and they always seemed to have a
beer in their hands when Joe came over to the trailer.  Billy had
a lot of time to himself and his Dad's "secret" stash.  In fact,
Billy had masturbated over the thought of Mrs. Myers several
times.  He had just discovered masturbation and was doing his
best to make up for lost time even though he was only 14.  On
more than one occasion he didn't even look at the magazines, but
instead dreamt about Mrs. Myers: her sandy blonde hair, her large
breasts, her shapely legs, the way her underwear crept upward
into the crack of her ass, and the way she pulled it out when she
thought no one was looking.

Wade, on the other hand, didn't know what was going on.  All he
knew was that his penis got hard whenever he thought of his
homeroom teacher.  He knew he wanted to fuck her, to put his
penis in her.  He was also developing into quite an athlete. He
had broad shoulders, walked with a kind of bowl-legged gait, and
even started shaving!  He also knew that girls giggled when he
was around them.  He didn't know why; he just knew he didn't like
being laughed at.  Sometimes, he was so embarrassed, he wished he
could lash out and hurt them the way they hurt him.  One could
tell that when Wade got a little older he would be a real lady's
man- the kind that had the body to attract them and the mind to
treat them poorly.

Although the three boys were eager to see 8th grade end and the
summer begin they couldn't help feel a little disappointed that
they wouldn't be able to see Mrs. Myers again- Billy especially.
All that changed, however, when they joined the little league
baseball team coached by Mr. Steven Myers, the husband of a very
popular 8th grade teacher.

"Hey, Billy, where did you say the house was?" asked Wade.

"I told you not to call me Billy; it's Bill now, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot."

"And how the hell should I know?  Ask Joe.  He's the one with the
directions."

Joe thought for a moment about the instructions their baseball
coach gave them.  He was to come to the house around 5:00 and
pick up the baseball equipment.  They could use the equipment on
their own until practice the next day.  Joe really didn't like
baseball, and he certainly had other things to do than start
practice a day early, like surfing the net, but he really wanted
to see Mrs. Myers again.  So he came up with this little scheme
to borrow baseball stuff as an excuse to catch one more glimpse
of his favorite teacher.  Mr. Myers was very nice and even
apologetic that he couldn't get out of work.  He was working on
some big case or something and so he gave Joe directions to his
house instead.  Joe knew all about big cases.  Joe's dad was a
lawyer too -in fact, a lawyer in the same office as Mr. Myers.

"Just come on by," he told Joe.  "I won't be there but my wife
will and she knows where the stuff is.  Sorry I can't be out
there with you guys." Joe couldn't believe his luck.

"That's o.k." he said. "We'll come up with something."  His plan
worked.  He hung up the phone and immediately called Billy and
Wade.  Mr. Myers intended to call his wife to let her know they
were coming, but he got sidetracked and forgot.

"This is a great plan, Joe," Billy lauded.  "How did you come up
with it?"

"No big deal.  I knew Mrs. Myers would be home because school's
out, and I knew Mr. Myers was always at work because he and my
dad are working on the same case and my dad is never home.  I
figured this would be a nice way to see Mrs. Myers.  She might
even invite us in for some lemonade!"  Joe couldn't help but feel
proud of himself.  "Here. This is it."

As the three boys walked to the front door, they noticed a UPS
truck parked in the driveway.  Must be more baseball equipment,
thought Joe. 	She probably ordered some sexy panties from
Victoria's Secret, thought Billy.  I wonder what size engine that
truck has, thought Wade.  They knocked on the door and waited. 
Nothing.  They rang the doorbell and waited some more.  Again,
nothing.  They stood there feeling a little dejected.  Then,
suddenly, a rather muscular man flung the door open and rushed
out, slamming the door behind him.  He seemed agitated and more
than a little upset.

"Hey!" Billy asserted, "What the fuck's your problem?"

"Shut up kid.  Fuck off or I'll fuck you just like I fucked the
old lady!" the man shouted back.  Without another word, the UPS
driver got in his truck and began pulling out.  Just as he was
finished backing up, Joe and Billy thought they saw a slight grin
on the man's face.  Then the man winked at them and drove off. 
Wade thought the engine had to be a V-8.



CHAPTER 2 revised

Joe and Billy grabbed Wade and immediately jumped into the bushes
by the side of the house.  They sat silent while each collected
their individual thoughts.  Then Billy began to form a grin- a
grin eerily similar to the one the UPS guy just flashed.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Billy.

"I don't know what I'm thinking," answered Joe.  "All I know is
that man got to see Mrs. Myers naked.  Damn!  I wish I were
him."

"Joe, think about it.  That man wasn't Mr. Myers.  He was the UPS
guy."

"Yeah, I know.  So what?"  

Billy was not too successful at hiding his agitation.  "Damn, for
a smart kid you sure are dense sometimes!  Keep thinkin' Joe. 
You just might be that UPS guy if we play our cards right.  Catch
my drift...?"  Then it suddenly dawned on Joe, too.  He started
grinning from ear-to-ear.  Wade still didn't know what was going
on.

"What are you guys talking about?  What about playing cards?" 
The two boys explained to the third the situation they found
themselves -not once, but twice -until Wade finally caught up to
speed.

"Yeah, but now what?" asked Wade, "What do we do now?"  Wade had
a gift for repeating the same question.

"That's what we have to come up with," said Billy, and the three,
or two rather, started to formulate a plan.



What was I thinking?  How could I be so stupid!?  Chloe Myers was
more than a little upset.  She had to take a bath and wind down.
She had to work through her thoughts.  She turned on the water
and started to undress.  She pulled off the jogging top and let
her large breasts hang free.  She rubbed them together a little
to get the circulation flowing.  Her nipples started to get erect
again.  She was ashamed at the reason they were erect before. 
Next, she pulled down her tight cotton jogging shorts.  This took
some effort since the shorts were skintight and her hips and ass
were so full.  They were still a little damp along the crack of
her ass.  She wasn't wearing any panties and she had just come in
from a jog when the UPS man showed up.  She stepped into the warm
soothing water, closed her eyes, and let her mind wander.

He felt so good pressed up against her, on top of her on the
couch, she thought.  Without realizing it, her left hand found a
breast and started massaging it.  The right hand slowly worked
its way down, starting from her neck.  It had been a long time
since she felt a man was paying attention to her.  Sure there
were tons of men who whistled at her as she walked by, but none
who seemed interested in listening to what she was feeling.  She
and her husband of two years had just moved into a new city.  He
got a job at a big law firm and the pay was too good to pass up.
So without any discussion, Mr. and Mrs. Myers, the perfect
couple, loaded up all their stuff and left the only family,
friends, and home she had ever known.

He was so strong and masculine.  Chloe's mind was wandering
again.  She let her right hand stoke the cleft between her large
breasts two or three times and then let it move on downward.  Her
other hand moved to the other breast and was pinching the nipple
back to life.

Once in the new city, things went pretty well at first.  She got
a job teaching at Northview Junior High, and he started bringing
in the cash.  They moved out of their apartment and bought a nice
home in a secluded neighborhood.  Not too soon after, Steve
started working a lot.  He was gone all of the day and most of
the night.  During the school year, it wasn't so bad.  But now it
was the summer, and Chloe just had too much time by herself.  At
these times, Chloe wished her neighborhood wasn't so secluded. 
She was lonely and depressed.  She needed a friend.

Her right hand continued down until she felt her belly button. 
Her body was tingling all over.  His arms and chest were so
large.  His was the body of a workingman, not of a deskman like
her husband.  She began stroking her soft brown, almost blonde,
pubic hair, making tiny circles with her fingers, denying herself
total satisfaction in order to prolong the agonizing pleasure. 
She continued to feel along the inside of her thighs and around
her pubic mound, up and down the outer folds of her vagina.  Then
one day a UPS truck appeared with some baseball equipment. 
Thinking this had to be a mistake, she called her husband to
confirm the delivery.

"What were you thinking, Steve?  We barely have enough time for
ourselves and now you want to coach a baseball team?"  Mrs. Chloe
Myers was furious.  What little time they had, he wanted to spend
with a bunch of little boys??!  She couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry honey, but I had to," Mr. Myers pleaded.  "The
managing partner, Mr. Shanski, was hinting that he wanted his son
to play baseball this summer, but they needed a coach.  I had to
volunteer.  He was expecting it."

"Why don't you get a spine and tell him no!" she spat.  Then in a
hushed tone so that the deliveryman couldn't hear, "Why don't you
tell him your wife needs a cock in her?" 

Mr. Myers' ears perked up, and so did his penis.  "Honey, when I
get home tonight I'll make it all up to you.  We'll make love
like we used to when we were first married.  I promise."  With
that, he hung up the phone.  But they didn't make love that
night.  Mr. Myers had to pull an all-nighter at the office.  When
he called home to tell his wife, he was expecting her to be as
furious as before.  Instead, her response was more disturbing;
she was... disappointed.  This was the first promise Steve had
ever broken and it crushed her.

Chloe continued to rub the outside of her pussy until she
couldn't stand it any longer.  She pulled up on the top of her
pussy to expose her clit.  It was throbbing and erect, begging
for attention.  She started working her fingers all around it,
pinching and pulling and rubbing ever so gently.  She released
her other hand from her breast and inserted a finger into her
tight cunt, slowly working it in and out; first one finger, then
two.  The UPS man showed up again a few days later with more
equipment.  He sensed her distress and thought he saw an
opening.

"What's the matter Mrs. Myers?  You seem upset.  My name is Dave,
by the way."  He tried to sound as sincere as possible.

"I just can't believe my husband is doing this," Chloe answered,
and then started to cry.  Yesssss! Dave thought.  This is my
chance.  He wanted to hug her, but thought better of it.  Too
risky, have to take it slow.

"Why don't you tell me about it," he said.

"Oh, its nothing."

"It doesn't sound like nothing to me.  Do you want to talk about
it?"  Dave hoped to God she did.

"Well," she hesitated, "ok.  About a year ago my husband got this
new job..."  And that's how it started.  Chloe felt so relieved
that she found someone to talk to.  Dave seemed so caring, so
understanding, so willing to comfort -although for some reason,
she wished he hadn't told her his name.  Soon they became more
intimate and he started coming by more often.  Then today he
kissed her.  Chloe so desperately wanted a man, any man, that she
let herself go.  He looked so handsome; he felt so good.  She
kissed him back.  She knew it was wrong but she didn't care.  She
let him take her to the couch.

Dave knew he had her.  He had been patient and now he was being
rewarded.  He had to listen and pretend he cared about her
fucking problems for over two weeks.  The whole time all he
wanted to do was stick his dick into this beautiful creature. 
She was so gorgeous, he thought.  The prize was worth the effort.
 He pushed up her jogging top to expose her breasts.  They were
magnificent.  They were firm and hard and natural.  He mauled
them, kissing the nipples and squeezing them in his large hands.

No.  This is wrong.  You can't be doing this, she said to
herself.  But his hands felt so good.  He started moving a hand
down and then eased it under the elastic waistband of her shorts.
 Suddenly she felt his hand on her pussy.  No man had ever
touched her there except her husband.  My husband, Steve!, her
mind screamed.  You love him.  You made a commitment to him, she
realized.  Her mind was racing now.  She had to get control of
herself.  She had to get Dave off her.

"Dave, no, stop.  I can't do this."  She quickly pulled her top
back down.  

"Yes you can," he panted.  "You know you want it."  

"Yes, I do . . . but not from you.  I'm sorry.  I love my
husband."  She squeezed out from under him and stood up.

"You bitch!" Dave cursed.  "Get back here and finish what you
started!"

"No!  Get out.  Get out now!" she said as she pointed to the
door.  Chloe was becoming very scared.

"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get what I came for." 
Dave jumped off the couch and grabbed Chloe before she could get
away.  He planted a firm kiss on her lips and grabbed her
luscious round behind.  He would fuck her whether she wanted it
or not.  All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.  This
startled both of them.  Dave let go and just stood there in
bewilderment.  He was not expecting this and he didn't know what
to do.  Chloe could not believe her luck.  Whoever it was at the
door just saved her from being raped.  Then the doorbell rang.

"I think you should go now.  If you leave and never come back, I
won't report this to the police."  Chloe tried to sound as
confident as she could. 

"You little cock tease.  You want it.  You're just a little slut,
a whore like all the other women I fucked.  You think you're the
only good looking bitch in the neighborhood?  Guess again!"  Dave
made his way out the door and slammed it behind him. 

Chloe never felt such relief before in her life.  She immediately
locked the door and slumped against it.  She thought she heard
Dave saying something outside, but couldn't make out what it was.
 He's probably still cursing me, she thought.  After she heard
the truck pull out, she looked through the eyehole to see who was
there.  Strange, but she saw no one.  The UPS driver must have
scared away whoever it was.  She didn't care.  She was just
grateful.  She left the door closed and decided she needed a
bath.

Chloe's fingers were now working in unison.  One hand massaged
her clit, while two fingers of her other hand worked in and out
of her cunt.  Her breathing was ragged and her hips began
thrusting to meet her fingers.  Oh how she wished Steve were
here.  He knew just how to touch her.  She wanted him so badly,
she was willing to give herself to anyone, she rationalized.  She
worked her hands furiously as the excitement spread from her
pussy.  Her face and chest became flushed as her sexual heat
radiated outward.  An image of Steve licking her clit flashed
through her mind and she couldn't hold back any longer.  She
reached a tremendous climax.  Wave after wave of pleasure
overtook her.  "UHHHH," she moaned as her body writhed in
convulsions.  She was coming with such force that water splashed
over the sides of the tub.  She let the orgasm wash over her and
reveled in every last rippling pulse.




CHAPTER 3 revised

"O.K. everyone knows the plan, right?"  Billy asked.

"Yeah, I guess, but why do I have to get the camera," asked Wade.
 "Can't someone else get the camera?"

"Wade," Billy explained, "you're the fastest one here.  You can
make it to the gas station and back faster than any of us.  Joe,
give Wade ten bucks.  That should buy one of those cheap,
disposable cameras.  Now get going."

"Oh, O.K." said Wade, and he was off.  He really could run fast.
He should be back in about 10 minutes, thought Joe.  After Wade
was out of sight, Billy began thinking about their plan again.

"Are you sure we need pictures?" asked Billy.  "I think we should
just blackmail her with what we know."

"Yes, I'm sure.  We can only go so far with what we know.  After
a point she'll call our bluff and we'll be done.  She'll just
deny everything.  But if we had pictures, we could get her to do
more stuff."  Billy was utterly amazed and had newfound respect
for Joe.

"Dude, how do you know all this?  I thought you were a dweeb," he
asked.

"I read it on the Internet. That's how they do things and it
always seems to work."  

Billy sat for a moment and thought some more.  "Who is gonna sit
outside and take the pictures, you or me?  We for sure can't have
Wade do it.  He'd fuck it up."

"Oh yeah.  Hmm.  I think you should do it since I thought of the
plan."

"Fuck that.  I'm the one who thought of blackmailing her.  If it
wasn't for me you two would still be standing on the front porch
waiting for some lemonade."

"I guess you're right, but Wade can still take the pictures. 
He's not that dumb."

"Joe, Wade will spend the whole roll before we even get her shoes
off.  You have to do it.  Besides, I don't think you can talk to
Mrs. Myers the way I can."  

Joe had to concede that Billy was right.  Joe would be too scared
to open his mouth, and yes, Wade was that dumb.  Billy, on the
other hand, seemed to have no fear whatsoever and he had a pretty
quick mind to boot.

"O.K., O.K. I'll do it.  Just don't mess this up."

"Oh, I won't," said Billy.  "You just be ready with that camera.
Where the hell is Wade?"



As soon as she recovered from her orgasm, Chloe's mind became
startlingly clear.  She knew what she had to do.  She loved Steve
and she would go to him.  She would not tell him of her assault
this afternoon because then she would have to reveal her
dissatisfaction and essentially her betrayal.  No.  She would not
tell him.  Instead she would love him more and try to be more
understanding.  Chloe decided she would put on her sexiest outfit
and go to his office.  It was closed now so all the support staff
would have gone home.  Steve was probably cooped up in his
office, miserable, alone, and as horny as she was.  Yes.  She
would go to his office and make love to him on his desk.

Chloe got dressed exactly the way she fantasized.  She put on a
sheer, white, satin and lace bra that revealed her nipples
through the fabric.  It was a little too small but served to
accentuate her breasts nicely.  Next she put on some matching
thong panties.  This was the first time she had ever worn this
particular pair.  It smelled new and sexy, and it made her feel
powerful.  Next she did her hair and makeup.  Normally, she
didn't wear any makeup, but tonight she wanted to look extra
special.

That done, she looked at herself in the mirror.  She couldn't
believe she could look this way.  With her hair and face made-up,
she was transformed from the cute girl next door to a stunning
blonde bombshell.  She thought she looked a little slutty, and
she liked it.  Next she put on a pair of old denim blue jeans and
a conservative white blouse.  Steve always liked it when she
dressed simply.  He said it made her more sexy knowing what an
extraordinary body lay underneath the ordinary clothes.  To top
everything off, however, she decided to wear a pair of white,
4-inch, high-heeled shoes.  This was the only clue to what Chloe
had in mind.  Indeed, Steve was right.  Very few women can look
sexy in plain clothes, but Chloe was just such a woman.  Her body
was so full and curvy that even frumpy clothes couldn't hide her
charms.  This only added to her allure -an allure that mesmerized
every 8th grade boy.

Billy and Joe had been waiting 20 minutes now.  The longest 20
minutes of their young lives.

"Where the hell is he?" asked Joe.	 "It shouldn't take him more
than ten minutes to get back."  Finally, they saw Wade approach.

"What took you so long, you dip shit.  We'd been waiting here for
20 minutes," scolded Joe.

"Don't call me a dip shit, Joe-EE.  The camera only cost 6 bucks
so I decided to get a comic book.  I couldn't decide which one to
get."

"Oh, I'm glad there was a good reason, then," said Joe
sarcastically, "and you owe me 4 bucks!"

"Why don't you go screw yourself, Joe 'smarty pansky' Shanski!"

"Oh good come-back, Wade 'the no brainer' Gainer."

"That's it!" yelled Wade as he lunged at Joe, "I'm kicking your
ass!"

"Enough! We have to be quiet," said Billy.  "We got the camera,
now let's just let it go.  Wade, give the camera to Joe and
follow me.  We're going in, Joe's gonna stay out here and take
the pictures."  Wade felt vindicated somehow that he got to go
with Billy to see Mrs. Myers and that Joe would have to stay
outside.  

"You're lucky, you little twerp!" said Wade as he followed Billy
up the steps to the front door.  

Chloe got her bag and was heading out when the doorbell rang. 
Shit, she thought.  Now what?  She opened the door and saw two
boys.  She paused a moment to gather her thoughts.  She
recognized one of them from her homeroom.  He was tall and
muscular and looked like a man.  She couldn't forget him.  Wade
was his name.  The other was a boy she had in only one of her
classes.  She remembered him too because she didn't like him. 
Billy, or something, was his name.  No, that's right, it was
Bill, not Billy.  He was the one that always stared at her.  All
of the boys stared at her, but she sensed in his gaze something
more than a crush -like the gaze Wade sported now--something
else, something... wicked.  Why were they here?

The two boys just stood there, staring at the beauty that
answered the door.  It was Mrs. Myers all right, but, damn, she
looked better than ever.  She looked both younger and older than
they remembered, all at the same time.

"Hi, can I help you?" she said sweetly, breaking the mutual
spell.

"Yeah, we're here to pick up some baseball equipment," said
Billy, trying to sound nonchalant.  "Mr. Myers said it was o.k."

"Hmm.  He didn't say anything to me but that's o.k., I guess. 
Come on in and have a seat.  I'll see where it is."

Billy and Wade followed her into the house, their eyes glued to
her wonderful, swaying bottom.  They took a seat on the couch and
waited for Mrs. Myers to return.

"Hey guys, the stuff is in the garage.  It's too heavy for me to
lift so I'll open the garage door and you can get it yourselves,"
said Mrs. Myers from the other side of the kitchen.  She was
holding open the door that led to the garage.  She wanted to get
these kids out of here as quickly as possible.  Her new thong
panties were rubbing her in strange places and she was getting
aroused. 

The two boys just sat there.  Wade continued to stare, but Billy
was in deep thought.  This is the moment, he said to himself. 
This is the chance of a lifetime.  His heart was pounding a mile
a minute.  Mrs. Myers returned to the living room when she got no
response and was standing in front of them, saying something that
Billy didn't hear.  Billy's hands began to sweat.  She was so
pretty.  He had to compose himself and choose his next words
carefully.  The wrong thing could set her off and get them all in
big trouble.

"We want to see you naked!" blurted Wade.  Billy couldn't believe
what he just heard.  Wade was such a moron!  If he had any brains
at all he'd still be dumber than a box of rocks.

"I beg your pardon," answered a stunned Mrs. Myers.

"Shut up Wade!" nudged Billy, but it was too late.

"We want to see you naked, Mrs. Myers," Wade repeated with a big
grin on his face.



CHAPTER 4 revised

Mrs. Myers gathered herself and tried to comprehend what Wade had
just said.  

"What did you just say?" she said in a stern tone, genuinely
indignant.  After all she had been through today, the last thing
she needed was a couple of snot-nosed boys trying to mess with
her.

Billy interrupted, "What Wade is trying to say, ma'am, is that he
thinks you're really pretty." 

This disarmed Chloe a little, but not much.  "Thank you, but I
think its time for you two to leave.  I'll keep this between the
three of us and won't tell my husband, but you two aren't to come
back here, ever."

"Umm, that's sort of why we're here," Billy started.  "Your
husband is our baseball coach."

"Yes, I know that.  What's your point?"  Chloe was losing
patience. 

"Well, it's just that . . . I agree . . . there are some things
that should stay between the three of us.  I mean without your
husband knowing."  Billy's mouth went dry.

"What are you getting at?" asked Chloe hesitantly.

Summoning all his will, Billy continued, "We had a nice
conversation with the UPS guy, Dave, I think his name was." 
Billy had caught a glimpse of the man's nametag earlier.  Wade
wondered how Billy could know the guy's name.  Billy went on,
"And he told us some stuff that I don't think Mr. Myers should
know."

Chloe Myers stopped breathing.  How did this kid know about Dave?
 What exactly was he getting at?  Is he trying to blackmail me? 
"Kid, nothing went on between the UPS guy..."

"Dave," said Wade, trying to help.

"Right.  Dave.  Nothing went on between Dave and me."

"I believe you Mrs. Myers," Billy said calmly, "and I'm sure your
husband will too, eventually, but I'm not so sure anyone else
will.  You know how kids get to talking.  Once this got out
around school. . . ."  Billy let the sentence hang between them,
mostly because he didn't know what to say next.

This could not happen.  Chloe's mind started going through the
possibilities.  True, her husband would believe her, but only
after much pain and heartache and mistrust.  It would take a long
time to patch their already strained marriage.  On top of that,
if word got out around school that two students caught her having
an affair, whether true or not, she would certainly lose her job.
 This was one impropriety where the allegation was as harmful as
the truth.  Nevertheless, she could afford to lose her job.  That
didn't matter, but her husband was a different story.  Steve,
too, could very easily lose his job.  Old, stodgy law firms like
Miller, White, and Shanski didn't take too kindly to such public
indiscretion on the part of their associates.  It would reflect
badly on the whole firm, they would say, and then hand him his
walking papers.  This was too much.  Finally, she returned to the
two boys.

"Mr. Myers isn't going to find out, is he?" Mrs. Myers said as
coldly as she could.  Unfortunately, her words sounded like a
plea, and Billy pressed the advantage.

"Well, I don't know," said Billy, and here came the penultimate
moment.  "Wade here does want to see you naked. . . ."  Billy and
Wade held their breath and waited, not knowing what would happen
next.



This whole time Joe was standing outside looking in through a
side window.  He got a great profile view of Mrs. Myers facing
his buddies.  Thank God this house is surrounded with trees, and
thank God this house is out in b.f.e.  He saw earlier how Mrs.
Myers was upset and how Billy was talking and Wade was gawking. 
Now the three just stared at each other.  They kept on staring
for a really long time.  Finally, Mrs. Myers said something and
Billy nodded.  Then it happened.  Mrs. Myers' hands moved to the
top of her blouse.  Joe's heart stopped.  This was really
happening.  Slowly she undid the top button, then the next, and
then the next.  With each button, Joe could see more of her
wonderful tan skin.  Next she un-tucked the blouse from her pants
and continued with the remaining buttons.  Joe was so enthralled
that he almost forgot about the camera.  He picked it up, turned
it on, and 'Click', took the first picture.  



Chloe could not go through with this.  She was too embarrassed
already.  She was practically doing a striptease for these two
14-year-olds.  She held the front of her blouse tightly closed
and said, "That's it, I can't go through with this.  You two can
go to hell."

"O.K.," Wade said, "Thanks a lot, we'll just be going now," and
got up to leave.  Billy immediately grabbed him and pulled him
back down.

"Wait a minute," said Billy, "we had a deal remember?"

"Well, the deal's off!"

"Oh, O.K.," Billy said coolly, then turned and regarded Wade. 
"Wade, do you want to write the letter to the principal or do you
want to start telling the team about Mrs. Myers?"

"What?" askeed Wade.

"Do you want to tell Principal Jensen or do you want to start
telling the gang?" Billy repeated.

"Uh, I guess I'll start telling the dudes cuz I can't write too
good," answered Wade truthfully.  He didn't know why they
couldn't talk about this later.  

"O.K., then I'll write the letter to Principal Jensen," said
Billy.  "While I'm at it, I think I'll write another letter to
Mr. Shanski.  He works with Mr. Myers, doesn't he?"

Chloe Myers couldn't stand it any longer, "Alright, alright I'll
do it.  Just promise me no one else will know about any of
this."

"We promise," answered Billy with a devilish grin. 



Joe watched as she finally let go of her blouse.  It hung open in
front and he could see from her neck all the way to her belly
button.  Her breasts protruded mightily outward and then gave way
to a firm flat tummy.  Then Mrs. Myers worked the blouse off her
shoulders until it finally fell to the floor.  Joe could clearly
see her nipples now.  They were poking through the fabric of her
bra.  Her breasts were fantastic.  These were the first boobs he
had ever seen in real life, and they were better than any he had
seen on the Internet.  The dark circles at the front of her
melons were the size of silver dollars and the nipples were the
size of erasers.  Joe noticed that Mrs. Myers had her eyes closed
and that her face was red.  Mrs. Myers then reached behind her
and undid the clasp of her bra.  She held the loose garment to
her chest for a moment, then let it drop.  She immediately
covered herself with her arms.  Joe could still see the bottom
half of her breasts.  He took three more pictures.  Billy said
something again and Mrs. Myers let her arms fall to her side. 
Her breasts were now in full view.  It was obvious that not too
many people got to see her breasts because she had a very
distinct tan line in the shape of a very small bra.

She had a deep golden tan, but clearly never sunbathed topless. 
At this moment, the contrasting white skin only served to
highlight her erect nipples.  Joe's penis was harder than it had
ever been in his life.  It was so hard it hurt.  He had to let it
out.  He took another picture, set the camera down, unzipped his
shorts, and released his cock.



Chloe was overcome with shame and embarrassment.  She was
standing topless in front of two boys, her breasts exposed to
their gaze, her nipples growing erect from the air conditioning.
Her face was flush and so was her chest.  She wouldn't have been
able to do this if not for what that evil Billy kept saying.  Oh,
how she hated the little bastard.  Well, I'm not gonna' let him
see me humiliated, she said to herself.  Just get this over with
as fast as you can and get these monsters out of here.



All of sudden, Joe saw Mrs. Myers moving pretty fast.  She
stepped out of her shoes and then reached for her belt.  She
quickly undid her pants and was now trying to pull them down. 
She was having some trouble because her jeans were kinda' tight.
She wriggled her butt until the pants were finally clear of her
hips.  Seeing her do this was incredibly exciting.  Without
realizing it, Joe began to stroke his cock.  Mrs. Myers kicked
the jeans out of her way and then stood with her hands on her
hips.  She glared at Billy, looking him right in the eye.  But
Billy didn't notice.  He was looking elsewhere, as was Wade and
Joe.  They simply could not take their eyes off her crotch.  Her
panties were so small and they rode up the crack of her ass so
her whole butt was exposed.  Of course, Billy and Wade only got
to see the faint hair of her bush, barely visible through the
sheer material of her thong panties.  The sides of her pubic
mound spilled out over the narrowing strip of fabric, pressed
tight against her crotch.  Joe took a few more pictures and had
to set the camera down.  His hands went back to stroking his
cock.

After what seemed like forever, Joe noticed Billy saying
something.  After a short pause, Mrs. Myers reached down- her
firm boobs jiggling ever so slightly -and put her high heels back
on.  The effect was stunning.  The shoes seemed to make her legs
not only longer, but also more graceful.  The curves of her
spectacular calves and thighs seemed more defined, and her round,
heart-shaped butt was lifted up and out.  Standing there in only
her high heels and thong, Mrs. Myers felt like a total slut. 
That's exactly what Joe thought she looked like when he took
another picture.

A moment later Joe saw Billy saying something again and Mrs.
Myers was shaking her head no.  Billy got up to leave and was
still saying something when Mrs. Myers got him to sit back down.
Joe knew what was coming next and got his camera ready.  This was
the final piece; there was only one thing left to remove.  Mrs.
Myers slowly turned her body sideways to Billy and Wade so that
her back and beautiful round ass was now to Joe.  He saw how the
white panties disappeared in the crack of her ass and then
reappeared at the bottom to show a flash of white.  For some
reason, all Joe wanted to do right now was to grab the back of
those thong panties and pull upward, rubbing the material back
and forth against her crotch.  Instead, he saw Mrs. Myers hook
her thumbs along the side of her panties and pull down.  As she
leaned forward to remove them, they got tangled in her high
heels, giving Joe a long, clear view of something he had only
dreamed about.  He saw her pussy.

It was so strange and dark and inviting.  Joe wanted to touch it,
to feel it, to smell it, to discover it.  Joe took one last
picture and dropped the camera.  He didn't care if it broke.  He
had to stroke his cock.  He kept staring at Mrs. Myers' pussy
until it disappeared when she stood up, leaving only an open
space between her thighs.  Joe could still see a little bit of
her mound from under her ass cheeks.  Thank God for high heels. 
While re-crossing her arms in front of her chest, she placed her
left knee in front of the other and closed her legs tight,
shielding her pussy from the view of Billy and Wade.  Joe finally
looked up at her face and noticed a single tear falling from the
corner of her eye.  Joe didn't know why, but this turned him on
even more.  He pumped his cock one more time and it exploded.  He
was coming.  He shot wad after wad of white, sticky cum on the
side of the house.  He kept pumping and pumping until finally
nothing more came out.  He leaned forward against the windowsill
as he tried to catch his breath.  Joe Shanski had his first
orgasm.  



Chloe wiped away the tear before the two boys looked up.  "Are
you satisfied?" she asked trying hard to hide her humiliation. 
Wade and Billy continued to stare, numb with the realization of
what they had just seen.  Both of them also noticed a faint odor
wafting through the air.  It wasn't strong, but they knew what it
had to be.  Chloe noticed the smell too and was horrified when
she realized what it was!  It was her!  It was her pussy!  Her
face suddenly became very red, as she tried to press her legs
tighter.  Standing there with her arms to her chest and her knees
crossed, Mrs. Myers looked exactly like the models in Playboy,
except she wasn't trying to be seductive.  Chloe picked up her
blouse and used it to help cover her nakedness.  "Now get out,"
she said softly, almost in a whisper. 

Billy and Wade looked at each other and blinked several times,
shaking their heads.  They were out of their spell, but it was
hard for them to get up, let alone get out.  They hadn't moved
much in the past 30 minutes; Wade hadn't moved at all.  Adding to
their discomfort were their erections.  They managed to stand but
barely got to the door while hunched over at the waist.  They
were still wide-eyed and open-mouthed when they were left
standing outside.  They didn't hear the door shut, then lock,
then chain, behind them.

Once Billy came to, his thoughts immediately went to Joe and the
camera.  If the pictures come out right, there's no telling what
they could do to Mrs. Myers.  His head was swimming with the
possibilities.  Wade's thoughts, however, were still on Mrs.
Myers' body: her gorgeous figure, her tight ass, her pretty face,
her large tits, her blonde bush. . . .  His head was swimming
with the images of what he had just seen.

Chloe immediately ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
 She had to clean herself, she felt so dirty.  She stepped under
the water without waiting for it to get warm.  Never before had
she felt such humiliation.  She clutched herself and started to
sob softly.  What had she done?  What had she gotten herself
into?  Chloe stood under the shower for a long time, hoping the
water would wash away her shame.  Nothing in her life could ever
be worse than this, she thought.

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