OOC: Closed for hells fury
Tom Grayson had turned eighteen at the beginning of the summer and he was ready to get it over with, finish his last year of school, and get the hell out of this crappy town forever. He couldn't wait to leave this picture perfect epitomy of suburb sprawl. Tom wanted to get out and see the world. Travel and let his talent for writing flourish. Instead he was stuck here for the next few months before he'd be able to go to college and leave for good.
Tom had played the dutiful son role well. He got pretty good grades all A's except for the occassional B. He was clean cut, fairly good looking and popular, and didn't really party. He also hadn't lost his virginity yet. He'd come close at junior prom but she'd backed out at the last second saying she wanted to wait until marriage. Wait until marriage. That's what had been preached in church to Tom and most of the girls he went to school with for their entire lives. But what was a teenage boy with raging hormones to do?
Masturbation had been the only relief thus far along with the occassional feel of a girl's breast while you were making out before she slapped your hand away. Anyway, to say he was sexually repressed was a complete understatement. He just had to wait until college.
Meanwhile, he mowed lawns in the summer trying to save up some money for a better car before he went off to college. He mowed twelve yards a week, but his favorite by far became the home of the new football coach. He'd rarely see the coach as with coaching football and being an assistant coach for the girls' basketball team kept him continually occupied. But he got to see his wife quite frequently.
She might have been the most beautiful woman that Tom had ever seen. She was a brunette with one of the hottest bodies imaginable. And she didn't care to show it off either. Almost everyday that Tom came over to mow the lawn he'd find her laying out by the pool in some very tiny bikinis. She couldn't have been put five-six years older than Tom as she looked like she had just gotten out of college. The new coach was in his early thirties so it was entirely possible that she wasn't much older than college age.
Tom got a crush on her almost immediately and in her skimpy bathing attire it seemed like she encouraged it. He even once thought he saw her wink at him when she saw him looking at her when she laid on her stomach and untied her bikini top. He didn't get to see anything but what he wouldn't have given to see what those breasts had looked like naked. He fantasized about her every night and she'd also served as his muse for the short stories and poems that he would frequenlty write in his spare time.
Anyway, his weekly visits to cut her yard had sustained him throughout another virgin summer. When school started, he figured he'd just have to focus on his studies while occassionally checking out some of the high school girls. On the first day, his last class was his favorite, AP English. He was looking forward to it. He didn't know who the new teacher was since Mrs. Gerald had retired at the end of the previous school year but it looked promising as he read the reading list that had come to him in the mail. They were going to begin the year with The Great Gatsby, one of Tom's favorite novels. He looked at his schedule. The last name of the teacher seemed familiar. It dawned on him just as he entered the room. It was the coach's last name. And she was his teacher!
When she saw him, her expression looked just as suprised as he did.
Tom Grayson had turned eighteen at the beginning of the summer and he was ready to get it over with, finish his last year of school, and get the hell out of this crappy town forever. He couldn't wait to leave this picture perfect epitomy of suburb sprawl. Tom wanted to get out and see the world. Travel and let his talent for writing flourish. Instead he was stuck here for the next few months before he'd be able to go to college and leave for good.
Tom had played the dutiful son role well. He got pretty good grades all A's except for the occassional B. He was clean cut, fairly good looking and popular, and didn't really party. He also hadn't lost his virginity yet. He'd come close at junior prom but she'd backed out at the last second saying she wanted to wait until marriage. Wait until marriage. That's what had been preached in church to Tom and most of the girls he went to school with for their entire lives. But what was a teenage boy with raging hormones to do?
Masturbation had been the only relief thus far along with the occassional feel of a girl's breast while you were making out before she slapped your hand away. Anyway, to say he was sexually repressed was a complete understatement. He just had to wait until college.
Meanwhile, he mowed lawns in the summer trying to save up some money for a better car before he went off to college. He mowed twelve yards a week, but his favorite by far became the home of the new football coach. He'd rarely see the coach as with coaching football and being an assistant coach for the girls' basketball team kept him continually occupied. But he got to see his wife quite frequently.
She might have been the most beautiful woman that Tom had ever seen. She was a brunette with one of the hottest bodies imaginable. And she didn't care to show it off either. Almost everyday that Tom came over to mow the lawn he'd find her laying out by the pool in some very tiny bikinis. She couldn't have been put five-six years older than Tom as she looked like she had just gotten out of college. The new coach was in his early thirties so it was entirely possible that she wasn't much older than college age.
Tom got a crush on her almost immediately and in her skimpy bathing attire it seemed like she encouraged it. He even once thought he saw her wink at him when she saw him looking at her when she laid on her stomach and untied her bikini top. He didn't get to see anything but what he wouldn't have given to see what those breasts had looked like naked. He fantasized about her every night and she'd also served as his muse for the short stories and poems that he would frequenlty write in his spare time.
Anyway, his weekly visits to cut her yard had sustained him throughout another virgin summer. When school started, he figured he'd just have to focus on his studies while occassionally checking out some of the high school girls. On the first day, his last class was his favorite, AP English. He was looking forward to it. He didn't know who the new teacher was since Mrs. Gerald had retired at the end of the previous school year but it looked promising as he read the reading list that had come to him in the mail. They were going to begin the year with The Great Gatsby, one of Tom's favorite novels. He looked at his schedule. The last name of the teacher seemed familiar. It dawned on him just as he entered the room. It was the coach's last name. And she was his teacher!
When she saw him, her expression looked just as suprised as he did.