Private Letter

This actually precedes the "Returning to School - Ellen" stories I've already
written. Initially when I returned to school, I was initially enrolled in night
school at one of the local universities while I was working.

When I started my initial transition from night school to full-time day classes,
they had a program where you could attend both which I took advantage of
primarily because it was less expensive. When I did the initial transition, I
had left my girlfriend of 3 years, who in the past year and a half had become
far too difficult if not unreasonable to the extreme. Hence - for a while I had
zero interest in seeing anyone on a committed basis, and sought to have
women as friends as opposed to having a girlfriend. As I had met a number
of women in both the day and nighttime classes, I did seek to become friends
with a several of them, but I quickly discovered that they wanted more of a
relationship than I was willing (or ready) to give.

I met Nancy (who was married) in one of the night school classes, and she
was also in the process of transitioning from night to day classes. As she was
married, the same age, and taking several of the same classes I was we became
friendly. In short, I considered this relationship to be harmless as (presumably)
neither she nor I were looking for a relationship. While I am certain I wasn't
looking, it hadn't occurred to me that Nancy would eventually be thinking
otherwise.

As I transitioned into day classes, naturally most of my classmates were much
younger (I was in my late 20's) so I had 10 years on most of them. While a lot
of them were seriously immature, some of them were mature beyond their
years and were in school to work, and I mean work hard. In the classes I
attended where there weren't other (comparative) adults, I naturally sought
out the dedicated students, and one of them, Jim was especially bright. He
and one of the others I liked working with (Sara) were both part of the Campus
Entertainment Committee (CEC), so every now and then they'd get passes to see
concerts in town when major bands were touring. The idea of the free passes
being handed out to the CEC was due to the potential of the university hiring the
bands to come and play at the school (which did happen from time to time).

Hence - we'd get a bunch of people together (usually the more mature crowd)
and go see these shows, which was awesome - because then getting in was
free, which was a good thing when you're on a budget. That pretty well lays out
background for this story.

My name is Greg - and here's how it was.

I met Nancy in a nighttime finance class at the local university. It was a pretty
difficult class, and I was glad that I'd taken a lot of my math classes (including
calculus) and accounting prior to doing so. While this class wasn't one of those
where you would get project or team oriented work, most of the night school
crowd (with a few exceptions) were adults and already busy in their careers.
Since the school did have a cafeteria (that sold beer!), every now and then a few
of us would have a beer with the instructor (who was a CFO at a local firm, and
was a riot to talk to) after class. Some of these after class sessions became so
much fun that even I (I was never crazy about math courses) started looking
forward to them.

Nancy was one of the ones who came to the post-class beer sessions, and
seemed to hang around the school quite a bit. She was about 5'3", with a nice
tight and petite figure, with brown hair. While she had an average face, she had
striking blue eyes. She was somewhat curvy with an ample chest for her size,
but it was clear there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. I found her entertaining from
a visual perspective, as she had the kind of walk and a demeanor that suggested
that she was a real handful in bed. Eventually we found out she was married, but
that her husband travelled a lot for business, so she had started taking classes
while she was working to fill in her all-to-ample spare time and get her degree.

We both started running into one another in the library, cafeteria, and the few
classes we shared. I eventually found out she was also taking the computer
science courses and we were both doing the prerequisites for that program, so
we both assumed we'd be running into one another a lot. Eventually, as we'd
see each other at various times during the week, we'd hang out in one of the
lounges around the school, study, discuss classes, and so on.

One day she waved at me to come over when she saw me, and told me she
couldn't make it to class the following week, and asked if I could I take notes for her.
I didn't have any problem with that - she may very well get the opportunity to return
the favor someday.

When we met the following week I ran her off copies of the notes I'd taken, handed
them to her, when she noticed the kind of shorthand I used and asked me what
they meant. So we went over to one of the lounge areas where they had big sofas
to sit on, and I walked her through the notes and how to interpret some of the
symbols I used. She scribbled down the symbols and translations and then asked
about the rest of the class, which we discussed for a while longer. Before long we
began to discuss other topics, and the conversation got more personal. I told her
about my recent break-up from my now former girlfriend, and from what she
understood of the relationship she said that it was the right thing to do.

Then she started telling me about her husband, who was an engineer for a global
company who fairly regularly had to travel to Asia - especially Japan often for weeks
at a time. She'd said it wasn't ideal, but that it wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't stuck
hanging around an empty house all the time.

Some months later, I had made friends with some of the other older students, and
we'd found out that we all liked reggae music, and there was a local reggae club that
had a wonderful band coming to town. I was going go with a few friends, but I'd also i
invited my same aged school friends as well. I ran into Nancy who mentioned that
her husband had left the week before for a several-week junket while we were
discussing other things - so I told her what we were planning (just a group of folks
around our age going to hear some reggae and get some eats), and would she like to
come along. She thought about it for a few moments and said sure. I told her
where we were all meeting for eats, and gave her the time and said we'd see her there.

We all met for dinner at a local Chinese place, Nancy got introduced around, and we
all seemed to hit it off well - dinner had a lot of laughs and we all drank zombies,
which can be pretty lethal if you're not careful. We finished dinner, split the check,
and headed over to the reggae club. Eventually we all got there, and we went up to
the entertainment floor where the stage was and drank Red Stripe while we waited
for the band to come on. Eventually the room became more crowded and we were all
elbow to elbow by the side of the room, where a few of our crowd had secured a table.
The band came on, and shortly afterwards someone lit up a joint (not uncommon in
reggae bars) and handed it around. I took a quick puff, and placed it in the ashtray
on the table, and Nancy asked where I went. I told her there was a joint in the ashtray
if she wanted some. She grinned, strolled over, and took a few puffs.

As the evening progressed, we were all alternately listening to the band, talking, drinking
beer, sort of half-dancing to the music, and the occasional joint went around. Nancy
had eventually moved over closer to me, and I'd noticed that when she talked to me,
she always put her hand on my shoulder and seemed to let it linger. Often when she
was taking her hand off of me she would let it slide slowly down my chest. I didn't think
much of it at the time - I dismissed that as a party night and nothing more.

We all started to hang around more often, and Nancy became something of a regular
for our outings, even apparently when her husband was home (he, apparently, didn't
like going out). We all got to know each other more and more, and I saw Nancy often.
One of the classes we eventually had starting having group work, and this was the
first group for my computer science classes that started meeting at my mothers house
(I rented out the apparent in my own house and had moved into my mothers place -
that gave me some positive income meaning I didn't have to work, and it was closer to
school). Our team was comprised of (this time) commuting students, and my house was
roughly in the middle of where everyone else lived so it became the meeting place.

It was the middle of the winter when a major blues show came to town at one of the
really large night-clubs, Another friend of mine was going to go with a friend of his
that was going to be in town, and he called me up to see if I wanted to go. I'd wanted
to see this band for a while so I was in, and I thought I'd ask some of the school crowd
if they wanted to go as well. Some of them did, but they couldn't make it for dinner and
said they'd meet me (us) there. My friends in the Campus Entertainment Committee
arranged for passes to be waiting for us at the door, so it would be free admission for
two of us. Then I ran into Nancy who said she was up for it.

Since it was in the far side of town and as parking was limited we decided to car-pool
and meet at my place. I took a short nap that afternoon, and when I woke up I took a
shower and jacked off as the hot water poured over me before getting out. I then took
my time getting dressed and studied a short while, when Nancy arrived (very tight jeans,
and a button- down blouse that showed off her curves). We chatted about school for a bit,
but it was soon time to go so we hopped in my car and took off.

We went to a seafood place to meet my friend Rick who was with his pal who was in town
visiting (John) before the show. The food was fabulous and we'd had a fair amount of
wine to drink. I felt the urge and excused myself to go to the mens room, and when I
got back we all chatted for a bit when Nancy got up to go to the ladies room. My pal
Rick looked at me, and said "she likes you". And I replied "I like her…" and he said,
"you're not getting what I'm telling you - she REALLY likes you".

I thought frankly that he was nuts. But being a fairly normal guy it wasn't like I hadn't noticed
what a great body she had - I had just considered her a friend who happened to be female,
but married, and therefore disinterested.

We finished our dinners and paid the check, and we all got up to head to the nightclub.
We drove on over, got there, parked, headed in, and found our crowd of friends. There were
two bands before the one we came to see, and we all stood around listening to the
music, hollering at each other over the loud volume, and drinking. I'd had a number of
drinks (as had everyone else) and had a nice buzz going.

Eventually the band we came to see was getting ready to go on, and several of us (Nancy
included) raced over to the part of the club where the view was better. When the band came
on we moved in closer to see more, when Nancy grabbed my hand and dragged me into
the crowd until we were virtually in a crush of people right in front of the stage. When we
sort of found a place to stand she continued holding my hand, and wrapped it around her
holding it just over her the front of her jeans, pulling me closer, while leaning back into me
and pushed her ass into my crotch, while she slowly and lasciviously ground it up and
down the front of my jeans.

My mind boggled at this incredibly brazen and forward gesture. Apparently Rick was
completely right and I had missed all the signs! We were jammed together in the crowd
and I was being pushed forward while she was pushing back into me, and my cock
hardened instantly (that, I could do nothing about). She kept grinding me to the music
while I was hard as a rock and could do nothing about it. I realized there was no way
she could avoid feeling my hard-on through my jeans, so I pushed back into her and let
her continue girding into me. It made me crazy horny: after months of not having a girl
friend, a serious buzz from the drinks, and having an every-so-obviously horny woman
with a great body rubbing her entire body against me quickly transferred all of my brain
activity from the one on my shoulder to the one in my pants. I could feel the pre-come
leaking out of my cock.

Time slowed down to nothing as our bodies were pushed so tightly together, and my cock
started to actually hurt it had been hard for so long. The band was great - but now that
didn't make as much of a difference as it might have otherwise. Finally, the show ended
and the crowd started breaking up. We were soon released from the press of the crowd and
she released my hand and we went back to find our friends. After chatting for a little while, we
collected our coats and headed out to the car. Soon we were on the way home, acting as if
nothing had happened.

We got to my house, instead of heading for her car she came into the house with me. Once
we got in the door she slowly took off her coat and went and sat in a chair in the kitchen that
was isolated in a corner. I was kind of relived in that it seemed like what it sure looked like
was going to happen wasn't. So I brewed up some tea, and sat at the other end of the table
while we chatted and sipped our drinks. After an hour or so I said I needed to go to bed so
she got up and started getting ready to leave, but then turned to me and gave me a hug, which
I returned.

She then looked up at me, reached up and pulled my head to hers and locked out lips together,
with her tongue fighting it's way into my mouth. I was half loaded and hadn't been laid in
months so I let her tongue in where it met with mine. That kiss instantly reignited the heat between
us as she pulled me to her and rubbed my cock with her free hand as she ground into me.
I reached around her and pulled her button-down blouse out of her jeans and ran my hands
up her back and under her bra strap. She fumbled for the button on my jeans and I dropped
my hands to unbutton hers, which were very tight. She pulled my fly down and felt inside for
my rapidly harding cock, and groaned when she discovered all the pre-come that had been
generated earlier that evening.

I got hers unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper and moved my hand down the front of her
jeans, discovered she wasn't wearing any panties, and felt the wetness between the lips of
her pussy. Instantly, we were practically fighting to get each others clothes off as quickly
as possible, but were so frantic in the moment that it seemed to take forever. Shoes got kicked
off, my shirt and her blouse were on the floor, soon followed by her bra. Now we were half
naked and needed to get somewhere else. The house had den with a nice sofa in the next room,
so I took her hand and pulled her along with me. When we got there she turned around and
pushed me onto the sofa, started frantically pulling at my jeans and finally got them off of me.
She then peeled hers off. As I was sitting on the sofa with my cock sticking up, she dropped onto
her knees in front of me and took my 7" dick halfway into her mouth, and sucked on it as she sank
her mouth slowly further down the shaft until she almost bottomed out.

She ran her tongue all around the shaft, and then up and around the head feeding on it as
if she had been starving. She slowly suckled my cock and pulled her head away until it almost
popped out of her mouth and stood up. She leaned towards me with her ample breasts swaying,
nipples protruding and drilled her tongue into my mouth as she straddled me, reached down
to my rock-hard shaft, pointed it to the opening of her pussy and sank down on it, impaling
herself. She lustfully groaned and pressed her lips to mine, as her pussy gripped my cock and
she got used to the feeling of it invading her womb - which was very hot, tight and very wet.

Soon she started to move up and down on my shaft, and I could feel my balls getting wet. Her
pussy was grasping my cock as if it was in a fist, opening as she sank down on me, tightening as
she pulled away.

I hadn't even had the chance to really look at her naked body until she finally released my lips
from hers as she started breathing heavier while she was making lust to me, practically
jerking off my cock with her very strong pussy muscles. As she groaned and used my body to
satisfy herself (well - to be fair I was certainly getting some benefit) I took the opportunity to
really look at her. This woman's body was seriously toned and for her size, powerful. Her
breasts were C-cups anyway, which were swaying and bouncing to her (and now my)
movements. Her stomach was flat and her abs clearly defined, and her arms which were
now on my shoulders had clear muscle definition. I glanced down towards her pussy and
could see the muscles in her legs flexing as she fucked herself with my cock. She was
screwing like she hadn't been laid in years, was frantically horny, and went for it for probably
a good 20 minutes solid (it wasn't often I was glad I'd jacked off, but it sure helped me last
during this aggressive sexual onslaught!).

She started moaning, only now the tempo was increasing and I could feel my balls starting to
churn as my orgasm started to build. Her pussy started to pulse as she thrashed up and down
when she pulled up, froze and sucked in a lot of air, and then shoved down onto my cock as I
felt a wash of warm pussy juice drench my shaft and balls. She hung onto me with her arms and
pressed herself against me so hard that I could feel her nipples almost drilling into my chest.
That put me over the top: 3 or 4 huge spurts of sperm were injected deeply into her womb, and
I clamped my hands on her ass holding her as I instinctively thrust up into her.

We stayed there clinging to each other, feeling the heat of our bodies, and the union of our
sexes, the juices of which were now thoroughly mixed together and seeping out of her. As our
breathing returned to normal, she looked at me smiled, pulled herself off of me and stood up
and held out her hand. I gave her mine and she pulled me up, suggesting we should head for my
room. I nodded, and we bundled up our clothes in our arms and headed up to the third floor
of the house where my room was.

Upon arriving at the third floor, we both dropped our clothes on the floor and she came to me,
put her arms around me and kissed me frantically while she rubbed her now very wet pussy on
my leg. She pulled me to the bed, and we both climbed onto it, moved to the center where
we lay next to each other kissing and running our hands over each other. I pushed myself up
and over her as she lifted and spread her legs. As I lowered my body to her she grasped my
cock and directed it to the opening of her pussy. I watched and felt my cock sliding into her,
as she reached up with her arms, pulling my ass down and my cock into her at the same time
in the tried and true missionary position. I held myself over her with my arms and watched her eyes
close, and body react as I started to move in and out of her. My cock was bathed in the hot and
tight wetness of an athletic and very toned body that responded as if it was made for it. Soon I
was looking down and between us to see her trimmed pussy rising up to meet my cock, watched
her pussy lips grasping at my dick as I pulled out of her, seeing her breasts heaving and abs
flexing as she writhed in pleasure.

I drilled her pussy until my arms became exhausted and I had to move myself down to my
elbows, which added the sensation of feeling her breasts and nipples brushing my chest. She
came, and came again as I continued drilling her, and felt the juices flowing out of her. Every
time she came her body would tense up, shake, and her pussy would grasp and release my
cock a bunch of times as she groaned and held me tighter each time. After 45 minutes I could
feel the need to seed building, and as I lifted myself onto my arms again and started to really
pound my cock into her she sensed what was coming and squeezed my tool with her pussy
and pushed her body harder to meet my thrusts. This woman's sexual instincts were tuned for
maximum performance, and her next orgasm slammed her as mine hit me, and I again
pumped another load into her. Our bodies convulsed in orgasm together, as if we were one.