I love these final moments

Luckily, in addition to that, the lights were off in each of the two houses we were parked in front of. The house next to Rose’s is currently vacant, and the other lived in by an older woman who retired early as she quickly informed me. In a flash, she had lifted her tee shirt once again, her beautiful bare breasts a feast for my eyes, nipples once again hard and extended. Even before I could reach for them, her hand was already fumbling with the belt on my jeans.

“Ah Rose? There’s something I should tell you,” I began nervously.

“I already know,” she giggled. “That sort of triggered it when I did,” she then added laughing. “So the question is…can you do it again?”

“Can you?” I answered back. And then we both proved to one another that we could.

**

That night was only the beginning of one of the wildest periods in my entire life. Something that lasted well on into the summer after we had graduated just a few short weeks later. The only downside to anything, was the following Monday when I had quite stupidly boasted of my miraculous success. Had I left it at actually touching bare tit, there would have been feasting and celebration…for days perhaps. Instead, I was looked upon as being a liar, exaggerating and at best, trying to one up my status in trying to claim John’s throne, by claiming something that was totally unheard of, exaggerated, and totally unbelievable.

And even dumber now having shared it, it was a newfound status, or an attempted one rather, I no longer wanted. In hindsight, I was glad no one believed my story, though I was now fearful that my telling it would get back to Rose, and thus end what was to become one of the wildest periods of my entire life. Thankfully…it didn’t. Not yet anyway. That wouldn’t happen for some time yet, though when it did, my earlier stupidity came back to haunt me.

But until that actually happened…

**

Lying there in bed, the feel of my wife’s mouth and tongue as she teasingly pleasured me was erotic enough. Maria could suck cock like nobody’s business, and she was driving me nuts just as she knew she could. But what I also enjoyed was the fact she got aroused, turned on whenever I shared any experiences, any stories with her, just as she was now. And just as she so often did for me too.

“So what happened after that night?” She then asked. I was having trouble concentrating, but then I drifted back in time…remembering.

“It was that very next Monday, after school, and after I had taken a beating from my friends, though not in the literal sense. Rose was on the prom committee, and they were meeting a short time later after school planning and preparing for our graduating dance. We’d previously agreed to meet at Johnson & Johnson’s,” I told her. I saw the confused look on my wife’s face as I said that, knowing I’d have to explain, which I then did.

“As in the baby oil?” she asked questioningly, as I knew she would. I laughed, shaking my head no.

“No, we called it that because of two very popular teachers at the school a year back prior to all this. When the school was originally built, someone fucked up on the dimensions, when they built the wall between the auditorium and the gym, they didn’t quite come together the way it had been planned for. What they ended up with was a little hall that led nowhere, a three and a half foot dead end.

An alcove that later on they planted a tall fake tree in, though someone kept moving it. It became a running joke as to where the tree would end up, leaving that weird little alcove vacant. In the beginning, it was a place to go and steal a quick kiss with your girlfriend, it wasn’t long before it became a status symbol for anyone who did.”

“Ok,” Maria said following along, “But where does the Johnson and Johnson come in?” she then asked.

“Someone caught Mrs. Johnson, and Mr. Johnson kissing one another in that alcove.

“So? What’s wrong with two obviously married teachers having a little fun, simply kissing one another?”

“Nothing…except they were both married to different Johnson’s at the time,” I told her.

“Oh!” My wife laughed. “Now I see!”

“Over time, the story went from someone catching them kissing, to someone catching them touching, to finally…someone catching them actually fucking. Eventually they were both called in. Denied any of that ever happened of course, but sadly…they were both let go the following year. Ever since then, that alcove that then had a permanently chained tree sitting inside it, was known as Johnson and Johnson corner,” which is where Rose and I had agreed to meet after school. Now…the other thing about that was, the school had quite stupidly created the perfect place, the perfect camouflage to hide what now really began to happen there.

Bushy enough, and big enough to hide someone’s presence, it was no obstacle to slip around the tree and hide in back of it without being seen. So ironically, the very rumor that had caused the expulsion of the two teachers, now became even more symbolic, and more of a challenge to become a rapidly growing member of a very secretive club. Rose wanted us to meet there, become members before we graduated. So we decided to meet there quickly before her committee meeting.