The Life of John Smith Chapter 7

Chapter 7 More Time with Carol and Mother

The next day, Monday, at school there did not seem to be anything that could keep me from thinking about what mother and I had done in bed. I did not think we had missed a single position. If we did it is one that mother did not know. Not until biology could I get my mind on anything else. Carol’s smiling face seemed to pull me from Sunday’s bed to Monday’s classroom.

“Hello John, or should I call you Johnny?” was her greeting.

“Hi Carol,” I said. Looking around to make sure no one was around to hear I whispered, “Please call me John.”

“How was your Sunday without me?” she whispered.

“I can’t begin to tell you how…” The bell rang to begin biology class but I finished my sentence when it stopped, “…boring.”

Mr. Robertson, our teacher, said, “Mr. Smith is that comment a reference to this class?”

“Oh no sir. I was telling Miss Martin my Sunday was boring,” I asserted.

“Mr. Smith, I expect you to keep your personal life out of my classroom,” he said and not waiting for a response launched into the lesson for the day. Before the close of the class he returned our project papers from the week before. He returned Carol’s and mine last, announcing to the class that, “Miss Martin and Mr. Smith were the only ones to complete their projects correctly. I advise you, who are concerned about your grades, consult with them.”

Several students who were concerned with their grades asked to see our paper. We agreed to meet with them after school the next day. This allowed me to talk mother into allowing me to have the car on Tuesday. That way I could get Carol home and pick mother up at five.

Instead of answering, yes or no, mother said, “That gives you what, two hours from school till you pick me up?”

“All most.” I agreed.

“That should be all most enough time,” she said with a twinkle in her eye, adding, “But no driving out to the Gorge or any place unnecessary.” I think mother knew exactly what I had intended but thankfully she did not pursue it.

After about twenty minutes discussing our paper, most of the six concerned classmates seemed satisfied they understood how to properly complete their next project. Then Carol and I rushed to the car and I drove to Oak Ridge Park which was closer than Riverside Park. When we arrived there we found only a few cars in the lower parking lot and none in the upper lot so we parked in the upper.

“I know why you parked here,” she said. I looked at her with a questioning smile, she answered with, “You wanted to be sure there would be no rescue attempts.”

“You think you will need rescuing?” I asked.

“Not me but you might be in need of rescue,” she said before throwing herself at me. She did wait until I had turned off the engine but from that point on she was all over me. After a few minutes of tongue dueling she pulled back to say, “I want to try another hand job. I want you to keep your hands off me. I want to see everything that happens.”

I thought, I have to say, “Okay.”

As she removed my trousers and shorts, she said, “Don’t say anything unless I do something wrong.” Saying nothing I nodded and smiled. She smiled back with a sparkle in her brown eyes. She spit on the palms of each hand, rubbed them together and grasp my dick with both. She proceeded to use twisting strokes with alternating hands. I started to compliment her but she shushed me the moment I spoke. I reached to get a handkerchief. She grabbed it from me the moment I shook it out. I rested back to watch, telling myself, this is her show, not mine.