School Daze 14

Author's Note:

This is purely a work of fiction except for the parts that describe the writing process.

He pulled up to a parking space at his three-year-old son's pre-school. Traffic had been light, and they were twenty minutes early so he let the child watch a kid video on his cell phone. He took out his iPad to finish reading a story he had started before leaving home.

A few minutes later, a minivan pulled up beside him, but he did not pay attention to it until the side door automatically slid open, and a woman walked around. A quick glance to his left revealed the woman's back to him as she attended to her child. The blue dress was short and form-fitting, suggesting a shapely feminine figure and the backs of nice legs.

He shrugged and returned to reading, noting that it was nearly time to walk his son in.

The woman accidentally bumped into his car door. She turned, and with a radiant smile, mouthed something.

Rolling his window down, she repeated aloud, "Sorry."

Returning the facial gesture, he said, "No worries." He saw her glance at his iPad, and he quickly turned it away, not wanting her to see what he was reading.

Too late.

"Are you reading

Literotica?"

she asked.

Somewhat embarrassed, he mumbled, "Uh, uh--"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to... I

love

Literotica," she admitted.

He wasn't sure that made him feel any better.

"Who

are you reading?" she persisted. "I mean, what author?"

What the hell? "Ron Cabo."

"Oh, I

love

him! He has quite the imagination."

"Yes, he does." Time to get out. He pulled the latch to open the door. Hearing it, she stepped out of the way.

Looking him up and down, she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Tina." She held out her hand to shake.

Taking it, he said, "Ron."

Tina grinned. "What a coincidence. Unless... nah."

"Unless

what?"

he felt obligated to ask.

She giggled as though it was silly and shook her head. But then, she said, "I was going to say, unless you

are

Ron Cabo."

Their kids went to the same school. Could he deny it? "Actually, I am."

Her face lit up, her smile even bigger than before. "I have a thousand questions."

Again, he merely returned the smile, not knowing what to say. "I should get my son to class."

"Oh, sure. I should, also."

It didn't take more than ten minutes to bring his son to class and return to his vehicle. Tina was there waiting, standing beside her van. Ron got a better look at her. The summer dress was low-cut in the front and displayed prominent, well-rounded breasts. At mid-thigh, her legs were shapely. She offered another alluring smile.

It would have been rude to ignore her. "Are you new here? I would have remembered seeing you before."

Now, she was beaming. "As charming as your writing. If I'm not being too forward, could I buy you a cup of coffee and chat?"

Of course, he'd written such things, but never actually had it happen. Could he pass this up? Checking his watch, he had the time, she was attractive, why not? "Okay." He tried not to sound eager.

"Except I don't know where a coffee shop is."

With a chuckle, he said, "Actually, there's one just down the street, if you want to follow me."

"Could I just

ride

with you?"

Ron wondered if that was a bit too forward, but again, it was the type of thing he wrote about. "Sure."

Once in his car, her dress showing considerable leg, Tina said, "Yes, I

am

new here. Recently divorced. Had to get away, so I moved here." She smirked. "My ex is a big attorney, but he didn't do divorces. He had a good friend who was a top-notch divorce lawyer to whom he referred clients. So, that's who I hired to represent me. He got me a great settlement. He's not my ex's friend anymore."

Wondering why she had told him all that, Ron had to laugh at it. "That's priceless. I could use that in a story."

"Feel free. How

did

you start writing...

adult stories?"

"Well, that's not

all

I write. I've written six novels, none published, none in what you would call the adult genre. I used to be an avid reader." Using finger quotes, he added, "Best sellers. And I thought, I could tell a story on paper every bit as well. So, I started writing. But there were novels I read where the man and woman had sex and the author had to, you know--"

"Keep it clean?"

"Yeah. Then I thought, some of these stories would be so much better with more descriptive sex. And then I discovered Literotica, started reading, and then tried my hand at writing those kinds of stories."

They arrived at the coffee shop and ordered. Ron gentlemanly attempted to pay, but Tina insisted, reminding that she had invited him. Once seated, they resumed their discussion.

"How do you come up with ideas?" Tina wanted to know.

Ron shrugged. "However, I can, really. Come across a situation and invent a story to go with it."

"Like turning Hallmark movies into adult stories," she said.

"Yes. Some of those movies would not happen like that in real life."

"And

you've been criticized."

"I have. But everyone is entitled to an opinion. I'm just looking for stories to write. It's easy to come up with a premise, but not easy to do a complete story."

"A

premise?"

Tina questioned.

"Yeah. A concept." He paused to think for a second. "A man and woman meet while serving on a sequestered jury. They get together. Then what? The premise is there: jury service brings man and woman together, but then what happens? I've started a number of such stories and wrote myself into a brick wall. Sometimes, I set them aside, and weeks or even months later, I'll figure out a way to finish it. There are a few still unfinished."

"So, you were reading your own story before."

"I do periodically to see if I have an idea for a sequel. People frequently comment that they want more of a story, but some stories just stand as written."

"You have a great imagination. They are so erotic."

"Thanks."

"Where do you get some of the situations you come up with?"

Ron grinned. "Just horny, I guess."

Her eyes lit up at that.

"Are any of them based on personal experience?"

"Bits and pieces, here and there. I guess you always put a little of yourself into your writing."

"You must be pretty...

adept

... yourself to write the things you do."

"I'm not in a position to judge myself," Ron humbly said. "She would need to do that."

"She?"

Tina questioned.

"Is

there a she?"

"No. Like you, I'm divorced.

My

ex didn't care for me writing these stories. But I meant, some

woman

would have to..."

"Would you

like

a judgement?"

The short hairs on the back of Ron's neck stood up. Was she suggesting what he thought she was? How did he respond? "Would I

like

a judgement?"

"Yes. Did you not understand the question?"

"Not specifically."

There was now a look of determination in her eyes. "Well, again, without being too forward, would you like

me

to judge you?"

"You realize the implication of that offer?"

"It's not an implication. Do I need to be

more

specific?"

"That would leave no doubt."

Tina leaned closer giving him a direct view down the top of her dress. Ron's eyes bounced down for a glance, but he did his best not to keep staring.

"I haven't been with a man since my ex and I split up. I'm overdue. I

have

met some men in that time, but they all wanted to boast of their sexual prowess. You have not done that. You have not even offered any cheesy suggestive remarks. And if you're only half as good as what you write, well... "

"Where would..."

"I live alone with my daughter in an apartment, and of course, she is in school all day."

"You're

serious

about this?"

"I am."

In all the years I've been writing these stories, this has never happened to me. Of course, no one knows that I am Ron Cabo."

"So, that's not your real name?"

"No. It's my... Literotica pen name. I didn't know what I was getting into when I started posting stories, so I decided not to use my real name. And judging by other authors' names, I'm not the only one."

"I agree." Tina stood. "If you'll take me back to my van, you can follow me to my apartment."

Grabbing his unfinished coffee, Ron simply went along without verbal agreement. Was this really happening to him?

* * *

The apartment was spacious and located in a nice part of town (read well-to-do). But she had supposedly received a good settlement, so she could probably afford it.

"Do you work?" Ron had to ask when they entered.

"Not yet. I get alimony and I haven't decided if I

want

to work. Being available for Kylie is more important right now. Why don't you get comfortable, and I'll be right back." Tina gestured at the sofa.

Ron took a seat and sipped his coffee. A minute later, Tina returned with a sultry walk having stripped down to sexy bra and bikini panties. He had to wonder if she'd worn that set under her dress or just changed into them. Didn't matter, she looked amazing.

Standing before him, she bent over and placed her hands on his shoulders giving him a close-up view of her tits. She then climbed on and straddled his lap. Wasting no time, she leaned in for a kiss. He hadn't told her, but it had been a while for him also, so the taste of her lips was refreshing after his drought. To participate, he held her hips. She was an excellent kisser.

Tina pulled back from the kiss and instead pressed her breasts into his face. He kissed whatever skin touched his lips while she undid a few buttons on his shirt. Another deep kiss followed. She offered her boobs again, so he pulled the cups down to expose her nipples. The hard nibs found their way between his lips. Her breasts were more than a handful but felt wonderful in his palms.

In for another kiss, Tina redirected his hands to her rear. She then reached behind her to unlatch her bra. It dropped onto Ron, so he tossed it aside. She twisted her trunk which had the effect of slapping her tits against his face. He loved it and tried to latch onto a nipple but was distracted as she rubbed his cock through his pants. Holding her boobs still, he kissed them, her cleavage, chest, and neck.

When she grabbed his cock again through his pants, he shoved his hand between her legs to rub her panty-covered pussy. That drove her wild and she moaned. She grinned, obviously loving what he was doing. She finished unbuttoning his shirt, so he relocated his hand inside her panties to connect with her bare snatch. She loved that even more.

Tina's lips attacked his fiercely and she rode his hand hard. She then pressed her forehead to his, grinning ear to ear. "This is wonderful!" she whispered, devouring his lips again.

With a giggle, Tina moved down, licked the skin between his nipples, then kissed a line down his belly. When she encountered his pants, she undid them, teasingly pulled the elastic of his underwear down, kissing as she did, then he lifted his butt so she could pull them down far enough to mouth his cock.

"Mmmm, that's nice." She hungrily took him in her mouth and vigorously showed how desperate she was.

Initially, it was difficult to determine if she was good at oral or just desperate. Regardless, it was enjoyable.

Tina looked into his eyes as she sucked, so he made sure to show his pleasure in his expression. It also made him feel good to see the look of pure joy on her face.

She stood to slip her panties off, so in anticipation, he pushed his pants down but didn't get them off before she was ready to climb on. Slowly, she straddled his lap and gently lowered herself onto his cock. The sound that escaped her lips was a combination, mewl, whine, cry, definitely one of joy.

She moved slowly, obviously wanting to enjoy the moment and positively not rush this long-awaited opportunity. Leaning forward, she put her arms around his neck. The kiss that followed was tender and loving. Her manner emphasized her need and supported her claim that it had been a while.

Ron held her breasts as she moved, seemingly totally lost in what she was doing. He took her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, squeezing gently.

Pursing her lips, she sucked in air. "Yesssss," she hissed. Then, she frowned. "Ungh, ungh, ungh." Then she closed her eyes and stopped with one final moan.

It was obviously a quiet orgasm, but her huge smile said it was worthwhile and what she needed.

"Oh, that was

so

good.

You

were so good. You fuck as good as you write."

Ron was humbled by that, but knew it was really the orgasm talking.

"Can I go again?" Tina asked. But she started riding him again without waiting for his eventual agreement.

This time she bounced faster with intense concentration on her face. He pumped up to the extent that he could, but otherwise just let her have her way. Her moans were louder and happened quicker, and then she stopped and kissed him intensely.

Ron assumed she had another quick climax. He was somewhat surprised that if it had been so long that she wasn't having massive explosions. But of course, everyone was different.

She kept him inside her, and after a moment's rest, she started another ride. He sat forward and held her tightly around her waist. She bounced even faster this time and again experienced another orgasm quickly, this one more intense than the last. They seemed to keep getting better for her.

But not for him. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out. He pulled out of her to give his cock a rest, then continuing to hold her snugly, he stood, lifted her, turned around and laid her on her back on the seat of the sofa. He bent over to kiss her, then replaced his dick with his mouth.

She tasted sweet, as he knew she would, and let his tongue go to work. He licked her closed vulva, then separated it with the tip of his tongue and licked the soft, wet inner walls. Even though she'd already come three times, she moaned as though she never had. Tina threw her head back as though she desperately wanted another climax.

Ron enjoyed eating pussy. There was just something special about having his mouth pressed to vulva. It also recharged him, so he stood, aimed his dick at her hole and slowly slid it back in. She let out a high-pitched hum as his wonderful cock filled her again.

Tina pulled him to bend down for a kiss. This was heaven for her, having a cock in her pussy and a set of lips on hers.

Continuing to pump, Ron contorted to suck her nipples as she grabbed his hips to control the speed of his thrusts. She really wanted a moderate pace to enjoy the tender friction of his pumping. He didn't want to go faster either because his dick seemed to melt in her pussy. He couldn't remember one feeling so good.

Standing upright, he alternated holding her by her sides and caressing her magnificent breasts. He almost wished they had gone to bed to do this so they could enjoy the full pleasure. Hopefully, that would happen in the future.

To be playful, Tina pushed Ron causing him to lose his balance and land on his butt on the coffee table. Giggling, she stood, grabbed his cock and stroked it, then turned around to sit and impale herself. She then moved up and down and alternated rotating her hips in a circle. She stepped up her pace, which suggested she intended to come yet again. He'd never known a woman who could orgasm four times; not that he had been with that many women.

But her quicker movements were the final bit of stimulation Ron needed. His louder grunting signaled to her that he was close to coming, so she slowed down. When he was ready, he made no assumptions, so he lifted her to pull out of her and she slid down, her pussy wrapped around his cock that was now spurting cum like a fountain. She did not attempt to move, and instead enjoyed the cream that now coated her vaginal area.

When he was finished, she remained seated in his lap and turned to embrace and kiss him.

"Wow!

You were

amazing!"

Tina said excitedly. "I needed that badly."

With a grin, he said, "Are you sure? You only came

four

times!"

"Yeah. Never done that before. Must be you."

Shaking his head, Ron said, "Just because I can

write

it doesn't mean I can

do

it."

"I wouldn't take that bet," Tina said with a smile. "You in a hurry? Hang around, I'll fix you lunch, and we can go again before it's time to get the kids."

"I'd love to, but I really need to get to the office. I only told them that something popped up at my son's school."

She'd laughed. "Something

popped

up?" She'd lightly tapped his cock with her backhand. "Stick around. I'll make it pop up again."

"Wish I could. I really do need to get to work. And I

don't

have to pick up

my

son."

"What kind of work do you do?"

"I manage an insurance agency. Nothing glamorous, but it pays the bills, and it affords me the time to write."

"Do you bring your son to school every day?"

"No. Only when I'm needed. My ex will generally call--actually text--the night before. She's a CPA, and when she's on an audit she'll frequently need my help."

"So, you never know in advance?"

"Sometimes she'll ask for several days in a row." Ron started putting himself back together while Tina remained gloriously naked.

Hesitantly, she asked, "Do you have any interest in getting together again?"

"Absolutely. I don't know exactly when at this moment."

She grinned. "The sooner the better."

With a smile, he said, "Right. Can we exchange numbers?"

So, they did.

"By the way," Tina added, "are you about to post another story? I'm all caught up."

"I've been posting every couple of months, so I'm not due for another couple of weeks, but I can post the next one today."

"The

next one?"

"Yeah. I have four or five finished stories, but I don't post them all at once. Sometimes, I write them quicker than I post them. That's in case I have a dry spell, then I still have stories to post."

"Is that what you were reading in the car?"

"No. That was an old story I was reading to see if I had an idea for a sequel. So, far I haven't. When I run out of ideas for stories, I'll read older ones for possible sequels or prequels. When I finish writing a story, I read it right away and make changes, grammar, and spelling corrections, and then it sits until I'm ready to post it. Then I read it again before posting in case I missed something during the first read."

"That's fascinating!"

* * *

Ron could not stop thinking about Tina all day. He toyed with the idea of calling his ex and offering to take his son in the morning in hopes of running into Tina again, but he nixed that idea. He didn't want to seem too anxious with her. After all, as eager as she was for sex, he didn't know much else about her--except details of her divorce. It might be wise to get to know her better before getting in too deep.

However, as luck would have it, the next night, his ex did text, so a day later, he had to bring his son again. And of course, Tina was already there. He easily spotted her van and also noticed that the parking spot next to her was available. Even though there were other spots available, he would have taken it anyway.

Tina had a big smile on her face as she got out of her vehicle and saw him. She was wearing tight short shorts that showed off her great legs. Her top was loose-fitting but cut low enough to reveal the slopes of her alluring cleavage. As he got out of his car, they almost ran into each other. But she stopped short, looked up at him still grinning ear to ear.

"How are you?" Tina asked. "I was hoping you'd come today."

"So was I."

Maintaining her smile, she asked, "Want to come over after?"