Early to mid June is always a busy time of year for high school and college graduations, grad parties, retirement parties, and Father’s Day. For three weekends in a row, it seemed like every Saturday and Sunday my calendar was full of various social events. As a high school teacher, I get a lot of invitations, most of which I must decline because I can’t be in three places at once.
One recent Saturday I attended a simple grad party lunch BBQ at my neighbors for their eighteen-year-old son. It was mainly Grant’s extended family, some friends, and a handful of neighbors. After arriving a bit late, I made an early exit telling the parents, Karen and Bill, that I had other parties to attend. The truth was I only had one more on this day, a retirement party for my mentor, Coach Jack Finn.
I was now in my sixteenth-year teaching high school science and coaching water polo for Oak Valley High School. Jack had been the previous coach, but he stepped down five years prior. My name is Brent Bryden and I’m a forty-one-year-old widower. Less than two years after getting married to my college sweetheart she was killed in an auto accident. I’ve been single now for a dozen years, and admittedly, I buried myself in my teaching and coaching after Julie’s death.
It was a warm June day so upon my return home I took another shower since Jack’s event was a fancy cocktail party and buffet at the country club. The invitation specified “coat and tie for men,” so I’d be wearing a suit. This is something I rarely do, usually just at weddings and funerals. When I finished getting dressed, I looked in the full-length mirror and smiled. I looked good, damn good I thought.
Jack’s party was listed as 6:00 pm to 11:00 pm with cocktails, dinner, tributes, and finally dancing. Jack and his wife Suzy were big dancers, and knowing a lot of Jack’s friends, I figured it would be a fun evening with drinks and music.
I walked into the banquet room at 6:20 pm to find a rather full room of well over a hundred guests. I headed straight to the bar and ordered my customary Tito’s and tonic with two lime slices. I casually looked around the room and realized I knew well over half of the people in attendance. There were teachers, coaches, some former players, and several of Jack’s golf buddies.
As I talked with another teacher and her husband, the DJ turned down the music and announced for everyone to please find a seat. It was then that I panicked. I’m single and almost everyone else was a couple. I’ve been in this position many times over the years, and I’ve learned to hang out on the sideline and wait for everyone to be seated, and then find a table with an opening.
Looking over the tables I saw several single or double seats open. Just then I felt my arm being pulled, and I heard Suzy Finn say, “Brent, I have a spot for you over here.” She led me past two tables and introduced me to the table, “This is Brent Bryden, he worked and coached with Jack. Brent, why don’t you sit here next to my niece, Alexa.”
I looked to my right and saw a slightly younger woman smiling at me. I froze. I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my mouth. Suddenly, I was having an out-of-body experience where I was watching myself word vomit all over myself as I blurted out, “Hello Alexa, I’m Brent Bryden. Nice to meet you.”
Alexa looked puzzled, “Yes, Aunt Suzy just introduced you. Have a seat.”
I looked around the table and realized that I did not know one person out of the other eight. “I’m sorry, I was a little tongue-tied.”
One older guy took the reins and said, “Let’s go around the table and introduce ourselves.” Soon everyone had talked except Alexa and me. She looked around the table, “I’m Alexa Cortopossi. Aunt Suzy and my mother are sisters, but my parents are in Italy on business. I work for my family’s farming business as an accountant.”
The DJ read a script talking about Jack and telling us we’d be going through the buffet line by table numbers, so to please stay seated until he called our table. I looked at our number, six. I quickly counted the tables in the room, twelve. I was starving.
“So, Brent, tell us about yourself,” I heard from my right. It was Alexa.
I quickly gave the table a short recap of growing up in Moraga, attending Cal Berkeley on a water polo scholarship, and landing in Oak Valley for my first teaching job after a year of traveling the world.
Alexa and I were obviously the two youngest at our table, so soon we were talking exclusively. I learned that she was thirty-six, never married, engaged once, and was also very dedicated to her job. She attended Arizona State University for college and worked for two years in the Phoenix area at a CPA firm before returning to work for her father.
Alexa was a very attractive woman with long black hair and looked like a Kardashian, as I like to say. She had beautifully groomed brows, long fake lashes, nice makeup, and classy mid-length French nails. She was dressed in a risqué sparkly long-sleeved silver top that was tied above the waist, and very open. She wore a fancy blinged bra showing off her breasts, a black above-the-knee leather skirt, and black stilettos. I wondered if Alexa was going to meet friends out at a dance club after dinner based on her attire. She was maybe five-three tall, a curvy size ten, and had what looked like 38DD breasts. Alexa was stunning, and there was not a man in the room who did not notice her.
I knew from Jack that his brother-in-law was a major farmer in the valley and worth tens of millions of dollars. He owned not only a winery but an olive oil plant. Being an old-school Italian, he had a top-of-the-line olive press made by a company in Italy, and had the manufacturer install it in his plant some years ago.
Finally, the DJ called our table number to go to the buffet line. We had a light conversation as we went down the line. Like most Italian women, she began serving me as I was in line behind her. I politely told her that I knew how to use a serving spoon and tongs.
“It looks like you don’t eat much. You’re too thin,” Alexa told me, sounding like everyone’s grandmother.
“I’m happy to tell you that I weigh the same 200 pounds that I was my senior year at Berkeley,” I proudly told her. This was the first time anyone said I was thin. I’m six-two tall, have a thirty-six waist and a forty-eight chest. I swim every morning before school, lift weights with the team three days a week, and jog some on the weekends. With my dark brown eyes and thick brown hair, I’ve had plenty of women flirt with me in public. The truth was, I was in great shape.
Over dinner, I opened up to Alexa about my wife’s accident and death. She was very empathetic, and she placed her hand over mine on the table. “Brent, I’m so sorry to hear this. That must have been the worst day of your life,” she whispered, not wanting the others to hear.
Our eyes met and I felt a sincere connection with this Italian beauty. Our eyes were locked on each other for a moment before I told her, “It was. Thank you. Although it has been years now, it still hurts. Maybe that’s why I’m still single, I don’t know.”
“I don’t mean to pry,” Alexa said, “but did you go to therapy to talk about it?”
“No, I didn’t. I probably should have. Maybe I should go now,” I said as I zoned out and looked across the room at the clock on the wall.
Alexa squeezed my hand, “I would highly recommend it,” she said. After a short pause, “OK, I hope you plan on dancing with me tonight. You know Uncle Jack and Aunt Suzy will be dancing all night, right?”
I laughed, “Do you have any idea how many Mondays I’ve had to listen to him talk about where they went dancing over the weekend?”
Soon the DJ was beginning the tribute portion of the night. Jack’s two daughters had put together a slideshow of his teaching and coaching career, along with tons of family photos of vacations and celebrations. I knew I’d be called up soon, so I pulled my notes out from my inside jacket pocket.
“What’s that?” asked Alexa.
“My notes for my speech about Jack,” I whispered.
“Oh, I thought it was just family talking,” she said, somewhat surprised.
“Well, we do think of each other as father and son. I’m the same age as Rita,” referencing Jack’s youngest daughter.
Minutes later I was at the podium. “Hello, I’m Brent Bryden and I’ve known Jack Finn since I came to Oak Valley to teach and coach sixteen years ago. He has not only been a great mentor, but one of my closest friends. We joke about being father and son, but he really is one of my best friends. Everyone here tonight knows he’s won nineteen league championships over thirty years. Everyone knows Jack has won eleven section championships. And everyone knows he’s won seven state championship titles. SEVEN! Why does everyone know these facts? Because Jack himself will tell you over and over and over,” I joked. The crowd was chucking. I looked over to Jack and he was shaking his head “no,” but with a big grin on his weathered face.
“In all seriousness, with the help of Suzy, Elena, and Rita, we figured out that Jack has coached over six hundred water polo games, coached over three hundred players, and mentored three assistant coaches, including me. Jack, do you see the red, white, and blue box on the side table? That box contains over one hundred cards from your old OV Patriots players.”
Rita shouted, “One hundred and forty-three.”
“I’ve been working on this for about four months now, with Principal Skinner and the school district, but tonight I have the honor to announce to the public that effective July 1st, the Oak Valley High School pool will be renamed the “Jack Shuman Aquatic Complex.”
Within seconds everyone was on their feet applauding. I walked fifteen feet and embraced Jack. He had tears running down his cheek.
I returned to the table to find Alexa dabbing her eyes from her tears. “That was really amazing, getting the pool renamed after Uncle Jack,” she said softly. “Don’t forget, you promised to dance with me tonight.”
“It would be my honor,” I teased. “But I’m not very good. I haven’t danced in years.”
The DJ was soon playing music from the 60s, 70s, and 80s, or as Jack calls it “Good music, not this crap on the radio today.” Alexa was ready to dance, and I was ready to see her shake her thick ass.
We danced all the way to the final song, sitting out just a couple, and then helped Suzy and the girls carry out some of the decorations and such. As I walked Alexa to her car, I held her hand. About twenty feet from her car I stopped, she looked up at me puzzled. I put my hand on the back of her neck and kissed her big soft lips once.
“I wanted to do that before we got to your car,” I said. “Would you like to go out sometime?”
Alexa smiled, “I would.”
Now I smiled. “I’m hungry after all that dancing. Would you like to go to Denny’s?”
Laughing, “Denny’s? I haven’t been to a Denny’s since college,” she said. “Why don’t you come over to my house? I’ll make a pot of coffee and make us omelets.”
Ten minutes later I was parking in Alexa’s driveway of her large custom home. My first thought was, I could never afford a place like this on a teacher’s salary.
“You’re getting the low-budget tour through the garage,” Alexa joked as I walked past her white Chevy Tahoe 4×4 to the back door.
She showed me the mudroom adjacent to the garage, her home office, and a guest room and we were then in the large great room. The kitchen, living room, and dining table were all adjacent to each other in an open-air floor plan. Her house was decorated as if it were straight out of a trendy magazine. It was obvious that she took pride in her home, and that she had high-class taste.
“Wow, your home is beautiful,” I said.
“Thank you. My mother and I love interior decorating. We had so much fun furnishing my house after it was built,” she told me. “So, what do you like in your omelet?”
“Oh, I don’t care. I’m easy. Veggies and cheese maybe?” I said. “I’m not that hungry, so just one egg.”
“Would you like something else?” she asked as she stood looking into the open refrigerator.
I walked around the large island toward Alexa. “What do you have?” I asked. “Oh, look at this sweet item,” I whispered in her ear as I softly guided her hips around toward me. She looked up smiling at me. We kissed on the lips once, twice, and then started kissing passionately.
When we stopped and separated, Alexa said, “I’m really mad at Uncle Jack. He should have introduced us years ago. And Aunt Suzy.”
“He’s mentioned you and your dad’s business, but he has never, ever, talked about women with me,” I told her honestly. “You know, he was the first person to come to my house the night of the accident. He didn’t call, he just came over. I still don’t know how he knew.”
“You’re not from OV, you don’t get it. It’s a small town. Once someone found out you’re a teacher and coached water polo, they probably called Uncle Jack. I’d bet a million bucks on that,” she said with confidence.
“You’re probably right,” I told her. “Now, where were we?” I kissed Alexa on the lips again.
Alexa closed the fridge door and stepped up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “We can make omelets in the morning,” she teased.
She backed me up to the island and we began a soft, slow, sensual make-out session. Our hands went from our backs to our necks, through our hair, and mine finally landed on her plump backside.
After a good two minutes, we finally came up for air. I led her to the living room couch, and we picked up where we left off in the kitchen. After another few minutes of kissing, I made the first move, slowly guiding my hand from her hip to her breast. With her wide-open top, I was caressing her tit just over the bra. Alexa’s hand was now lightly rubbing my semi-erect cock through my charcoal suit pants.
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” she whispered in my ear. She then licked the interior and nibbled on my lobe.
“I’d love that. But are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Alexa told me.
As we walked down the hallway she stopped and looked at me. “I’m curious, when was the last time you had sex with a woman?”
I laughed as I thought about her question. “Well, it was New Year’s Eve, 2021.”
“Two and a half years?” she asked.
“Yes, December 2020 and January 2021,” I said. “That was my last real date. And when were you last with a man?”
“New Year’s Eve this year, so six months,” she said. “But enough about that.”
We entered her large master suite, and I was taken aback by the size of the room. It was close to twenty by twenty, complete with a sitting area with two chairs, a small television, and a walk-in closet. Just like the rest of her house, Alexa had it impeccably decorated in a classic style. The furniture pieces were a dark cherry stain with old-fashioned Federalist hardware. She had two large wood mirrors, painted metallic gold. It was really a style I’d expect an older woman to prefer, not this sexy, trendy, and wealthy woman of thirty-six years.
“Let me undress you,” she said as we stopped at the base of the bed.
Alexa unbuttoned my white dress shirt and took it off. She then unbuckled my belt. I realized I’d be totally naked soon and she’d be fully dressed. When I reached for the knot tying her shirt together, she laughed.
“It doesn’t untie. Just pull my blouse over my head,” she said softly.
I carefully did as directed. Next, I reached around and surprised myself by unclasping her bra on the first try. I slowly pushed the straps off her shoulders and down her arms revealing her big boobs. After getting a good look at her girls I looked into her eyes.
“I bet you’ve been thinking about my tits all night, right?” she giggled. “They are my best assets.”
I laughed, “Well, yes. But you have a beautiful face, Alexa. Your tits could be 32A’s and you’d still be gorgeous.” As I said the last sentence, I raised my hands and softly began caressing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard as a rock and my palms were rubbing against them.
“Oooh, that feels so nice on my nipples. Please, suck my tits,” she asked me.
I lifted both up a bit and bent over as we remained standing half-dressed. I went from one tit to the other, first kissing, then licking, and finally suckling softly.
“Suck harder,” she pleaded.
As I amped up the suction, Alexa began moaning, no words, just sounds like “oohh” and “aaahhh.”
I stopped and reached down to her skirt. I found the zipper and pulled it down about four inches until it stopped. Alexa wiggled her hips and the leather skirt fell to the ground and she stepped out of it.
She squatted down and began untying my dress shoes. “These need to come off before your slacks,” she said. Alexa took off each shoe and tossed it to the side with my shirt. As she stood up her hands went up each leg and converged over my rock-hard cock. “Mmmmmm, what do we have here?” she teased.
Alexa unbuttoned the pants and drew down the zipper, causing my pants to fall to my ankles. I stepped out of them and now we both stood there with just our underwear on. She was wearing a sexy lace black thong, while I wore my standard all black Under Armor boxer briefs. The bulge in my undies was obvious. She put a hand on my shoulder and used the other hand to pull down her thong and quickly kicked it to the side. Alexa put her fingers into my waistband and slowly pulled down while squatting again.
As the waistband went past my dickhead she said, “Oh, what do we have here?” Alexa quickly pulled the boxers down causing my seven-inch boner to spring out at a ninety-degree angle. “Wow, nice cock Brent. Oh, look, a little precum.” She licked the tiny drop off my crown causing me to flinch.
Begging her, I said, “Please suck my cock,” as we looked into each other’s eyes.
“This will be my pleasure,” she said. “And freshly shaved too.”
I laughed, “Well, it’s my Saturday routine. I’m glad you approve.”
Alexa licked my large mushroom shaped head one more time, swirling her tongue around the ridge. Slowly she licked down my shaft as she continued with the eye contact. Back up she went, and back down a second time. She continued lower to my balls where she must have licked five or six times before sucking in one ball into her warm wet mouth. As she sucked on my sphere of sperm, she lightly stroked my manhood.
“Holy fuck! That feels amazing,” I moaned slowly as I looked at the ceiling with my head back. “Let’s get on the bed.”
Alexa unbuckled the leather straps around her ankles and took off her stilettos before climbing on the bed. She went straight toward my cock, but I stopped her. “Oh, no. You lay back and enjoy yourself,” I whispered.
She moved onto her back and spread her legs wide knowing what was about to take place. This voluptuous woman was already wet, and the aroma of her musky honey pot was intoxicating. I lightly kissed up her left inside thigh until I neared her kitty, and then did the same on her right leg. My kisses now were on her pelvic and mons area, with a little more pressure and a bit longer in duration.
I went to the bottom of her slit and methodically went up and down several times, taking my time and going a tad deeper with each trip south. Alexa’s juices were already flowing like the Mississippi River after a major storm, and I had to quench my thirst. I stuck my face into her pussy and lapped up her nectar and tongued her hole.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Alexa moaned.
Seeing how turned on she was from this I knew I had to go straight to her pleasure nub. My tongue went up and found her engorged button. I flicked it several times and then my mouth latched onto her upper pussy as I sucked. I looked up to see the Mediterranean skin-toned babe caressing one breast and pulling her nipple on the other.
As I sucked, my tongue went back to flicking her clit. Alexa’s legs were now over each shoulder and my arms curled under her thighs to hold her from moving too much as I attacked her lady bits. She continued to moan, and it was so sexy. And then I heard she magic words.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” Alexa moaned.
Our eyes met and I saw lust and desire in her dark brown eyes. It was then I realized that I didn’t have any condoms. I put that thought out of my head as I got into position to grant Alexa her wish. I was in the missionary position and my cock slid easily into her, since her pussy was so wet. As my upper body hovered over hers, my hips were thrusting into hers, driving my thick cock deep into her.
“Oh, yes. Brent, kiss me,” she whispered.
I looked down at this beautiful woman and couldn’t believe my evening. Our lips met and our tongues were softly probing and swirling around the mouth of the other. We kissed passionately, we kissed softly on the lips, and we kissed down and up our necks.
Great lovers think alike, and she and I were in sync sexually. Just as I was about to talk, Alexa panted, “Cowgirl. I want to ride your cock.”
We quickly switched positions. When she saw my cock covered by her juices, she had a change of plans. Her mouth was soon bobbing up and down on my joystick, sucking my love muscle clean.
She sat up, threw a leg over my waist, and slowly lowered herself down on my cock, which was pointing straight up. As my dick split her slit, I could feel her wetness and warmth. As she lowered herself, my shaft was surrounded by an overwhelming feeling of tightness. Alexa had one long soft moan as she went down on my steel pole.
Once I was fully inside her love vault, she ground her hips and ass into my pelvic area and said, “You fill me up. You’re so big.”
“And you’re so tight,” I whispered. My hands were now rubbing the outsides of her breasts, and with each circular motion, they moved toward the center. Once my palms were covering her full breasts and nipples I softly played with her hard dark mammary buds.
Moaning, she said, “Brent, I love nipple play. Harder,” with her eyes closed.
As I started teasing her nipples, the sight of this hot babe riding my cock was so erotic. Not only was she cute, but her body was perfect. She looked like one of those sexy Instagram models with her perfectly curled hair and glamorous makeup.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” I said out loud, startling myself.
Alexa was now in a slow rocking motion, controlling both the speed and depth of our fuck. That was fine with me: I could focus on her warm soaking-wet pussy going up and down on my thick dick.
Her titties were swinging in the wind, so to speak, and I had to get my mouth on them. “I want to suck your tits. Stop rocking and I’ll thrust,” I told her.
I held each breast and attached my mouth around her right boob as I slowly began the hip thrusts. As I sucked on the one, I continued to pinch and pull the other nipple. I alternated sucking, kissing, and licking. After a minute, I switched to the other boob.
Alexa was grinding a bit while she moaned and grunted as I buried my dick deep in her love box. I figured she was trying to hit either her clit or g-spot, so I licked my right thumb and told her to sit up a bit. My thumb went to the top of her slit and searched for the hooded star of the show.
Just when my thumb felt her engorged tic-tac-sized pleasure button Alexa twitched and said, “Right there.”
My thumb applied some pressure and started toying with it in an up-and-down motion. Her head was tossed back, her eyes closed, and her hands were now caressing her breasts as she sat up. I thrust and teased her clit.
I felt her pussy stirring. “Cum for me, baby. Fuck you look hot. C’mon, cum for me!” I told her.
“Almost there,” she slowly stammered, splitting the first word into two obvious syllables.
Her kitty twitched on my cock and somehow, she seemed to be getting tighter. I shifted gears and hit the turbo switch and started fucking her as fast as I could. My hips and ass were raising off the bed probably four inches.
“Yeah, you like it hard and fast, don’t you baby?” I panted. “Let it go. Cum for me!”
Just then her pussy clamped down like a vise and her legs were shaking as she reached the pinnacle of pleasure and achieved orgasm. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming!” Alexa yelled.
I was on sensory overload between the feeling on my cock, the sight of Alexa having an orgasm, and her moaning and yelling. I could not hold back my own climax.
“Fuck!” I yelled. “I’m cumming! Fuck!”
I felt my cock twitch, and I started shooting cum deep into Alexa’s kitty. As I thrust a few more times I must have had five or six blasts of jizz in her. Just as I was finishing, she collapsed on top of me. My semi-erect cock popped out of her sloppy wet cunt.
We were both trying to catch our breath and would mutter a word or two, but no complete coherent sentences. “That was fun,” she said slowly but with enthusiasm.
Chuckling, I replied, “Yes it was. And that was only our first time.”
“I’m hot and sweaty, let go of me,” she said.
I didn’t realize it, but I had wrapped my arms around the Italian sexpot. “Oh, sorry.”
Alexa rolled off and was now on my right side. I slid my arm under her head and told her, “Snuggle up.” As I looked at her I could see her smile.
We had barely cuddled and still had not said a word when Alexa said, “Oh shit, cum is running out of me.”
I expected her to run to the master bathroom to clean up, but her right hand dipped down to her pussy and soon returned. She had scooped up some of my spunk with two fingers. Alexa opened her mouth and sucked her fingers clean. And I was so turned on.
“Mmmm, that tastes good. Want some?” she asked as her fingers hovered near my face.
Not wanting to be a party pooper, “Sure,” I said.
I opened my mouth, and she slowly inserted her fingers. I seductively sucked our combined sex fluids off her digits. To amp it up a bit, I simulated a blowjob on her fingers and then flicked my tongue on her fingerprint area.
“Oh Brent, you’re playful. I like that,” she said smiling at me, now lying on her left side.
“Isn’t sex supposed to be fun?” I asked sarcastically.
“You’re amazing. Why didn’t Uncle Jack introduce us years ago?” she said in a frustrated tone.
“It doesn’t matter,” I told her. “We’re friends now. Friends and lovers too.”
Alexa sat up on the bed and looked at me. “I don’t mess around. Brent, I really like you. You’re a good man. We seem to get along well too. So, would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?”
I smiled and reached for her. She leaned over and we kissed briefly. “Yes, I’d love to go to dinner with you.” I paused for a few seconds as I tried to formulate the right sentence. “I would love to go to dinner with you, but on one condition. I pick up the check. A gentleman should pay when courting a beautiful woman.”
“Courting?” Alexa laughed. “We just fucked; I think we’re past courting.”
That got me laughing too. “That’s true. But you get my point.”
“I do,” she said. Alexa got off the bed and headed into the bathroom portion of her suite.
Minutes later she returned to her bed, and we pulled back the sheets and resumed snuggling. Alexa said she’d let me pay for dinner the next night, and how much she appreciated the gesture. After a few minutes of pillow talk, we both fell asleep.
The End – Chapter One
