9781618856357HavingItAllStorm

by Troy Storm

  “Right you are, Mrs. A.,” Syble agreed. If Mrs. Abernathy could be brought around, there was hope for the whole town—or at least the ruling majority—getting the message. “Well put. As I said, I want the young people here to work on a presentation for us just to be sure we know where they’re coming from. I’m afraid they’re already all too aware where most of the adults in town are coming from. Once we understand each other’s needs, we’ll be in good shape to present our case to those in charge. Andy, you can head the project since you’re so good with computers. Is that all right, girls?” They shrugged; Andy beamed. “Then once we know exactly what we want to say, and hopefully how to say it, we can focus on getting our proposal, our sex lesson plan before the board.”

  Andy smirked. “I like the idea of a Town Meeting. That sounds cool.” The girls giggled.

  “Well, hopefully it won’t come to that, but if it does, I want us to be as well-prepared as, as Coach Parks here, as Chad is, with his soccer team.”

  “They’re losers, Syb,” Chad noted, glumly.

  “Yeah,” Andy said, his voice flat. “But isn’t how they play the game just as important? You don’t always have to win to be a winner,” he ended lamely, suddenly looking embarrassed.

  “Right, Andy,” Syble interjected, brightly. “Also very well put. We’ll do our best and hope for the best. And that was a bad metaphor on my part. It isn’t about winning. It’s about providing information. Once it’s all out there, then we’ve done our part. And, hopefully, it’ll keep this kind of thing from happening again—or at least, as often.” She glanced at her watch. “I’ve a rendezvous with friends. I suppose we should go.” She gave Chad a quick, doleful glance as the others prepared to leave.

  “Me too,” he said, to no one in particular, “A rendezvous. I’ve got to meet with the team tonight and see if we can figure out how to…” He threw a quick look toward the departing Andy, whose focus was on his two new chattering cohorts in sex education. ”How to…play better.”

  Syble passed Chad, her low heels clicking on the glass floor, “Maybe after we’ve all had a good night’s sleep, we’ll all play better,” she said, under her voice.

  The assistant coach paused, before starting down the metal staircase, and pumped his fists in the air. “Right on, leader!”

  Twenty-four hours later, Syble asked the top of Chad’s soft buzz-cut, “Am I talking too much?” Absent-mindedly, she moved her head back and forth to feel the feathery hairs brush across her cheek.

  His face was buried in her breasts, his mouth busy manipulating a nipple. “Mumph.” And just to be sure she knew he was paying attention, he dug his buried dick deeper into the center of her being and wiggled his ass in reply.

  “Oh, good.” She replied just as absently. And it was good. He was good. He was great. Chad was a fantastic lover.

  But Stephen would show him how to…pace himself…proportion his, and her, energy. How to…

  Oh…

  Stephen…

  Her mind scrambled to retrieve her previous line of thought.

  “Do you know how much work Andy and the girls had done when they came to the library for their shifts this afternoon after school? I was amazed. I thought they must have been up all night emailing each other back and forth, but, no, last night the girls texted all their friends and blogged to get their input and today they emailed and texted it all to Andy and he put the basic presentation together during classes. They’re a phenomenal team. Who on earth knew?”

  Chad raised his head and grinned at her, ruefully, shaking his head in wonder. “Andy and the girls? Lady, I am fucking you with all the passion of my studly bod and you’re talking about Andy and his presentation.” He rotated his hips, probing the already thoroughly probed firm, wet tissues. “Am I not making a good presentation, too?”

  “Of course you are, cute ass.” She kissed his nose, “and have been for the last two hours, and I love each and every moment of it, each deep, penetrating point that you make so well.” She tightened her well-filled love tube and he responded appreciatively with a gasp. “But those kids have got to be gotten to soon, while we’re going to have plenty of time to…do what we’re doing.”

  “Cute ass, hunh? You never told me you think my ass is cute,” he murmured into the crook of her neck.

  “Did I say cute? Your ass is phenomenal, lover boy. Stephen is going to be…”

  “Stephen? Oh, jeez, man! Your husband and your employees! I mean, why don’t we just invite the whole damn town to watch.”

  “They wouldn’t fit into the den.” She stroked his pouting lips and gently smoothed the wrinkles from his brow with her fingertips. “I’m sorry, Chad. You’re right, that was inappropriate.”

  “Inappropriate? You sound…”

  “Like a librarian?”

  “Yeah,” he growled, his annoyance quickly mollified, “like a sexy, well-fucked librarian.” He stroked his dick firmly in and out for emphasis. “So I forgive you. Keep talking, but don’t expect me to score any points if there’s a test. I gotcha. The kids are talking sex and your hubby is a sexy guy, when he’s around.” He pumped his pole with even more vigor. “But he ain’t around and the kids will be talking sex whether they ever learn responsibility or not. So, forgive me, hot chick, I’ve got work to do.” He drove into her solidly, probing for new territory. ”You can keep right on…what’s that word? Fulminating. It don’t bother me, one bit.”

  Hot chick. The term made her all goose-bumpy. Steven hardly ever referred to her as sexy. She sighed contentedly. Chad was really a dreamboat. She adored him more and more with every thrust of his probing probe. And with every thrust she ground her hips in gratitude.

  “Aw! Jeez! Yeah! Talk your head off, library lady. Just lemme keep getting those little love grips. I’ll follow you anywhere, right into the locked stacks. Did I ever ask you what you thought about my stack?”

  She snickered and snuggled her ass deeper into the den couch as, over her, he upped the ante and went for the goal.

  Her cell phone rang.

  “Oh, no! Not now! What rotten timing somebody’s got! I am ready to blow my biggest wad, yet!”

  It never occurred to him, Syble thought, that she didn’t have to answer the little intruding devil.

  “If it’s some dame from that coffee klatch of yours wanting to hear the latest gossip, tell ’em I’m ready to put on a demonstration to show ’em what they’re probably missing at home.”

  She shushed him and answered the phone.

  “Stephen!”

  Chad grimaced fiercely, his dick grinding to a halt inside her.

  “How great to hear from you. No, no, that’s okay, now’s fine. I can keep doing what I’m doing.” She tossed a rev-it-up nod to Chad. “I did so want to hear from you. How’s it going?”

  Chad gripped her hips and pistoned furiously.

  “Oh, damn. I’m so sorry. The place must be a shambles. Is everybody in full panic mode or have they finally accepted the inevitable?”

  Chad fucked even harder.

  “Gee, you sound pretty calm if it’s so…What? What!” She suddenly pushed herself upright, forcing Chad backwards. With a startled grunt, he struggled to keep his dick’s purchase in her pussy.

  “It’s over with? It’s done? Stephen, are you kidding me?”

  The young coach awkwardly began to extract himself from Syble.

  “The firm has finally tanked! That’s…that’s wonderful!”

  She slammed her free hand on the young man’s butt, digging in her nails, driving him back inside. He yelped as his dick flinched from the shots of pain. Her pussy muscles convulsed and squeezed him more tightly in response.

  “Jeez,” he gasped, his arms flailing as his hands plowed through the soft cushions looking for a firm surface to grasp.

  “What? No, the klatch girls aren’t with me, that was last night. Stephen, it’s over! You’re out of a job! Finally! It happened! After all these months. You are amazing. You are so calm!”r />
  Her hips bounced up and down on the springy cushions with excitement, bashing her pubis into Chad’s crotch. Slapping his butt, she squealed piercingly as the young man winced again, but instantly began to gasp as she bucked under him even more excitedly, driving her pussy hard to swallow his ready-to-explode shaft.

  “Are you coming right home? Tonight, maybe? Oh, of course, everybody’s packing.” She laughed. “They didn’t lock you all out, after all. Okay, right…Friday, as usual…Have to put stuff in storage. Parties. Right. Get as drunk as you want! Oh, Stephen! You’re free.”

  She bumped and ground wildly under Chad. Grimly, he hung on, pounding her in a frantic staccato of flesh driving into searing, hot flesh.

  “We’ll have a band for you. Cheerleaders! Naked cheerleaders, all for you! I’ll be all of them! Oh, Stephen! Stephen! I love you!”

  She threw the cell phone aside. Grabbing the gasping coach’s buttocks with both hands, she rammed her hips ecstatically up to meet his determined down thrusts.

  “Oh, jeez,” he moaned.

  “Yes!” Syble screamed. “A whole new life, Chad. We’re gonna have a whole new life! Isn’t that spectacular?” Her fists drummed on his back and her heels pounded the sofa bed as she squealed with delight. Clinching her vaginal muscles as tightly as she clutched Chad’s heaving chest, her legs shot out to fold back fiercely around him, thighs tensed with passion. Her arms clutched his sweating back, her nails dragging over his jerking muscles.

  With a scream, she came like a sonofabitch.

  Firehose hot semen blasted into her as Chad’s exhausted, muscular body writhed spastically. Ejection after ejection erupted until she was drenched and his nuts were dry and parched with relief.

  With a groan, he rolled off her and, with a startled yell, off the couch onto the floor of the den. She whooped and twisted to throw herself on top of him, her breasts flattening against his pounding chest, her butterflying legs grinding her thighs against his, her pubis digging hard into his.

  Giggles erupted excitedly as her hands sped over his body, tickling, stroking, firmly slapping while she writhed voluptuously on top.

  The stunned young man sucked in drafts of oxygen, numbly suspended, gloriously hovering.

  “Wait’ll you meet Stephen, Chad. He’s so terrific! And so are you! You’re both just…great! You two are going to be such good buddies.” Suddenly, exhausted, Syble collapsed against him, sighing contentedly and nuzzling into his chin.

  His voice was barely audible.

  “Holy shit.”

  * * * *

  “Am I talking too much,” Syble asked, brightly, a slightly hysterical giggle in her voice.

  Chad choked on his red wine.

  Stephen looked from one to the other, mystified by his wife’s and his newly-presented friend’s behavior. He had come home, finally freed from the dreadful anchor of his collapsing job, all ready to celebrate, when Syble had zipped his pants back up and whisked him out of the house to meet her new buddy, the assistant coach in the local high school.

  “I’ve booked a table at Les Amis, Stephen. I know it’s expensive, and we usually save it for very special occasions, but this is a special occasion. You’re starting a whole new life and so am I, and I want you to meet a really nice guy who….who might be a good buddy. You haven’t really had anyone to talk to, not a real guy pal in such a long time. I think you’ll like him. I know you’ll like him. He’s young. But he’s mature for his age. He’s funny. You love a good laugh. You two can tell jokes together.”

  She was now on her second glass of white wine at the restaurant and was beginning to sound a bit hysterical.

  True, the kid seemed like a nice guy, but he was a quiet young man. Maybe he was intimidated by Stephen, who knew he could look pretty imposing at times. Though that sure hadn’t helped much lately. The last few months had especially brought out the ‘graveness’ that he could sometimes present.

  Syble seemed to know all this and saw all this and was aware of all this, but Stephen had the odd feeling she was at a loss about something. As if, she really hadn’t planned anything, other than for him and Chad to meet.

  Very unlike his wife. Syble was normally meticulous about bringing new people into their orbit. Stephen got a full background run-down, complete with suggested specific topics to bring up.

  With the kid, her mind seemed to clog after their introduction. They might get to know each other better later, Stephen thought, but at the moment, they all were in ‘clog’ mode.

  “So, Chad. Syble tells me you’re a funny guy. I could sure use a good joke about now, facing unemployment as I am, or has the state run out of money for that, too?”

  Chad’s blank look, quickly changing to desperation, was no help at all.

  “I…what I meant was Chad can be funny, can keep things light, I mean, when we’re all in the middle of a deep discussion about, about what we’re trying to do something about,” Syble babbled.

  “Oh, right. The teenage sex thing,” Steven said, sotto voce. “Yeah, I guess that can get pretty heavy, but, hey,” he tried a bit of levity. “It’s been a long time for me and I don’t remember anything being remotely funny as a teenager.”

  “Oh, it’s not funny itself,” Syble chirped. “But you can…Chad can think of funny things to lighten things up, to make us laugh every now and then. I said that, didn’t I? Can’t you, Chad?”

  What the hell was going on? Chad’s face was blank. “Well, maybe you might explain to Chad what you’ve been going through these last months,” Syble suggested, clutching.

  “Oh, yeah,” Stephen muttered, totally baffled. “That’ll be a lot of laughs.”

  Pete, their server for the evening, appeared, checking their wine. Their steaks were on the way, he said, happily. He seemed pleased they had ordered the top of the line, Syble noted. That was good, at least, Stephen thought, hopefully. Maybe when she had a chance to get some food in her…

  “I can’t imagine Chad having the slightest bit of interest in the ins and outs of collapsing financial institutions,” Steven forced a pleasant smile. Chad shrugged, pleasantly. “Just as, unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of interest in team sports.” Steven gave a deprecating tilt of his head. “No offense, coach. Pardon the pun.”

  Another blank look, then recognition. Chad smiled wanly. “Yeah, well the guys don’t seem to have much interest in team sports, either. Unless,” he said grimly under his breath, “they count hay rides.” He took another slug of wine with an, I wish I had ordered a beer reaction.

  “The pregnancies seem to have been initiated on a school outing,” Syble explained quietly to Stephen. “But we weren’t going to talk shop tonight, Chad, remember?”

  He nodded. “Sorry.”

  Steven, feeling like the odd man out, sighed and took the last breadstick. “There doesn’t seem to be much else to talk about,” he said. “I understand from Syble you’re going to be pushing responsibility in the young impregnators.”

  “Well, we hope to try and get some attention. However, doesn’t look like I’m the greatest example to bring it up.”

  “What Chad means is the…he…uh…he doesn’t have the greatest rapport with his teams.”

  “Oh, there’s more than one?”

  “Girls team, guys team, coed team. I’m kinda new at this and it’s a learning curve to figure out how to communicate with them. So, it appears, I just yell.” He finished his wine and signaled for another.

  Steven looked puzzled. “Didn’t you get any kind of training on how to communicate with…what are they, teenagers?”

  “Yeah,” Chat snorted. “Yell.”

  “That’s a bitch. I would have thought the psychology of young people would be a big factor in getting your degree.”

  “Mostly they just give us a book list and say ‘read these’. Some guys just have a built in wind sock and seem to know how to swing with the kids. I don’t seem to have that kind of intuition.”

  Steven was silent for a mome
nt, staring into his glass. “You and me both. I sure as hell didn’t read some of the signals at work that were waved right in front of my face.”

  Syble beamed and took a long swallow of her white. Stephen relaxed a bit. Maybe there could be a conversation after all.

  Chad laughed. For the first time that evening, easily. “Damn, and I was hoping the older guy, the experienced dude would have a handful of answers for a tinhorn like me.”

  Steven returned his ease with a smile. “I envy you, young buddy. You’ve got a hell of lot more energy to swing with however the wind blows compared to this old dude. It may be tough trying to get through to the kids, but you two will figure it out.” He glanced at his wife, fondly.

  “Yeah, Syb’s great. She’s the phenomenal one.” Chad turned adoring eyes on her. “She’s the one who pushed me to keep at it and she’s the one who marshaled all the forces and…she’s great.” He reached to touch Syble’s hand.

  Steven’s benevolent acknowledgement of his wife’s ability to bring warring factions together slowly muted as Chad continued to beam lovingly on his wife and grip her hand, which she gingerly extracted.

  “My goodness. I wonder where the food is? I’m starved. This is a really special occasion. We don’t usually order so…have another bread…oh, they’re gone.”

  Steven’s brow furrowed. He stared at the young coach, his blue, blue, loving eyes still locked on the now visibly nervous Syble.

  Steven’s brown eyes darkened and narrowed. “She is a very special woman, isn’t she?”

  Chad’s blue, blue, loving eyes sparkled, never leaving his adored one. “Oh, man, she is so very, very special.”

  Steven turned to Syble. “And Chad is a very, very special guy, too, isn’t he? I’m really, really lucky that he’s been around to keep you so…occupied, aren’t I? Am I, Syb?” His voice hardened. “How ‘occupied’ have you two been?”

  Her jaw dropped. “No, no, Stephen. It’s not like that…”

  “Well then what’s it like? Look at the way he’s looking at you.” He stood, tossing his napkin on the table. Looming over the young coach.