Rocks in Their Heads Pt. 02

"Only for the weekend?"

"I'll have to decide if you're naughty enough for further detention," she said. After Evelyn switched off her laptop, she retrieved a fresh bottle of sex lubrication from her handbag and waggled it enthusiastically in front of Scott, before placing it on the bedside table.

~0~

The next morning Scott woke early, and because Evelyn was still asleep, he decided to check the surf out and perhaps begin the day by catching a wave or three. He hoped the previous night's storm would produce a sweet groundswell for surfing, but as the sun rose above the horizon in a brilliant display of orange, he was surprised the waves were tiny, perhaps only half a metre or less, and breaking roughly onshore. They were hardly worth looking at. The sand was still wet from the previous night's storm and he went for a run along the beach instead, clocking up an easy six kilometres or so, there and back. He returned to their room to find Evelyn sitting up in bed with her silk robe around her shoulders, and typing away at her laptop.

"Hey ya, gorgeous," he said before giving her a big, sweaty kiss.

"You stink!"

"I'm taking that as a compliment. You can have me all sweaty and stinky like this," he joked and kissed her again. She kissed him back, with a bit of extra tongue.

"Well, we're probably going to get down and dirty now, so you may want to wait and shower afterwards." She closed her laptop and sat it on the bedside table next to the bottle of sex lube. "So how are we going to do this?"

"Hmmm, let's see. I was thinking we could change the plot a little. I'll be a rocket scientist and you can be a brain surgeon, and I'm like, brain surgery's not exactly rocket science, then I launch my rocket into you, which goes deep and explodes. What do you think?"

"That's the worst idea ever. Maybe you're not taking this seriously enough and I should get a gentleman who is more refined, or at least has a speck of maturity, to help me out? Maybe the nice young man who was on hotel reception last night?"

"Refined gentleman? The young bloke at the desk was probably a virgin. He wouldn't know what to do when it comes to rogering a fine lady like yourself! But, and I do mean butt, I'm sorry and I'll take this more seriously," he said, only just succeeding to keep a straight face. "Since it's your story, how do you want it?"

She unsuccessfully attempted to control her smirk at his ridiculous jokes, which she thought were so bad they were good. She decided to get straight to the task at hand. "Well, I was thinking perhaps I bend over the desk like this," she said, bending over the desk and laying her head to the side on the desk's surface, spreading her arms wide, and holding onto the edges. "You come in behind me. Well, you know what to do."

"Okay. You might want a pillow under your head there. And maybe on the desk edge where you bend over it. Have you done this before? I mean, have you had anal?"

She looked at him for a moment before answering. "No, but not through a lack of men I've dated trying. Have you?"

"Yeah, a couple of times. With girls, of course," he felt he needed to add.

"Oh, Scott, you boys are funny, having to prove your heterosexuality, but obsessing about anal sex."

"Hey, I'm not the one who suggested this! Now I'll make another suggestion if you don't mind."

"Sure, what's your suggestion?"

"Well, you should relax, as completely as you can, I reckon, and be horny too. So, perhaps we should make out for a bit. When you feel you're horny enough and ready, let me know, and we'll go from there. How does this sound?"

"Okay, you're the expert sodomite around here," she said, smiling. Then she held up the bottle of lubricant and said, "You'll need this."

Evelyn removed her robe and sat on the desk with a coy look on her face, her legs dangling over the side. Scott approached her, thinking that, despite her bed hair and lack of make-up, she looked much younger than her fifty-one years. In his eyes, Evelyn was gorgeous!

"Mrs Collins, I'm ready for my detention now." They began to kiss, while Scott caressed her body, arms and legs, helping her relax. He gradually worked his hand to her inner thigh, lightly rubbing her labial folds, feeling for wetness and inserting a couple of fingers into her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She spread her legs wider, enjoying his handy work as she caressed her hands up and down his sweaty pecs and abs.

"Let me know when you're ready, Mrs Collins," he said before kissing her again.

"Oh, I was enjoying what you were doing there. But okay, I supposes there's never a better time like the present." She took the bottle of lube from the desk and squirted a generous amount of the cool jelly over his cock, which was standing eager between them. "Please be gentle."

"I promise. Let me know if you need me to stop." Scott took his hand from between Evelyn's legs and she turned around and bent over the desk in the manner she'd demonstrated earlier. Scott briefly massaged her shoulders and back, then looked down at her bum, vigorously running his hands over it, then down her thighs and back again. He sucked in a deep breath as he pulled her bum cheeks apart, examining her remarkably tight little arsehole and compared it with the fat girth of his cock, hoping he wouldn't hurt her. He reiterated his warning, "If you want me to stop, let me know."

She nodded in reply, and then let out a squeal as he squirted some cool lube around the mouth of her anus. She held onto the desk and breathed out, "I'm ready when you are." Then, with a completely straight face and only a hint of humour in her tone, she added, "Scott Mackenzie, sodomise me."

He laughed. "Okay, prepare for to be sodomised, Mrs Collins." He positioned the head of his dick against the entry to her anal passage, then gently pushed down on top of it with his thumb to help it get past her sphincter muscles, which she was attempting to keep relaxed. The right side of her face was against a yellow pillow on the desk and he watched the left side of her face for reactions. He stopped for a moment when she winced a little, closing her eyes as he breached her. "All okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. Try a bit more."

He pushed in slowly, rocking each other back and forward a few times to help the lube do its job, and then watched her face again as he pushed his cock deep up her rectum until he stopped, balls deep against her bum cheeks. "I'm all the way in. I'll be gentle but I'm going to play with your clit too, okay?"

"Okay, sounds good," she grunted.

Scott looked down at where his cock was planted to its base between her arse cheeks, feeling his shaft, from base to tip, up against the walls of her rectal passage, and potentially covered in her shit. He was now touching Evelyn where no other man touched her before, the thought strangely exciting him further. He reached around Evelyn's waist and began to fondle her, while slightly rocking back and forth to get a little movement going where they were joined. She responded, breathing harder and pushing back into him, using the desk for leverage.

"This is actually alright," she breathed. "How does it feel for you?"

"Oh, you're tight. I might pump a little harder, if that's okay?"

"Go for it."

They pushed harder against each other, as he maintained finger pressure on Evelyn's clit. He increased the movement of his cock, stroking it inside her rectum, humping just hard enough so she was still comfortable. She enjoyed the attention he gave to her clit and began to gasp a little.

"Oh yes, a little harder. I mean with your fingers. Yes, right there. Ooh, keep that up, that's good! Ohh my, oh, oh, yes!" She place one of her hands over his, guiding his fingers over her clit to maintain her pleasure. She climaxed quickly, her legs turning to wobbly jelly, and he supported her, holding her rear end against him. Three hard thrusts of his cock resulted in him pumping thick spurts of cum far up her back passage.

They stayed in position for a minute or so, catching their breath in silence until Scott said, "Mrs Collins, if this is detention, I think I'm going to have to keep on being naughty."

"I don't think you can get any naughtier than you are right now, Scott Mackenzie. I'd expel you, but I think today I even learnt a thing or two from you, so I'll let you off, this time. And you know what, as interesting as it was, I don't think we need to take this lesson again anytime soon."

"Oh, Miss, but I enjoyed detention so much!" He contracted the muscles at the root of his penis so she could feel it move slightly, deep within her bottom.

"No more detention young man. I'm expelling you, right now! It's time to clean up. Let's have a shower because you stink and you're filthy!"

"Almost as filthy as your mind!"

He pulled his fat cock out of her tight arsehole, and as he did, she turned her head to him and said, "You can't deny it, you loved it, you filthy, dirty young man!"

I love you, he almost said. But didn't.

~~~~ CHAPTER 5 ~~~~

December 2016

Towards the end of the year, Scott received an invite to his colleague Michael's wedding, which was to take place the following April. The invite allowed for a 'plus one' and naturally Scott asked Evelyn to join him. She agreed she'd tentatively pencil it in, but voiced her reservations about meeting Scott's work colleagues, because she was still worried their twenty-five year age difference would cause tongues to wag. Scott let it slide, confident their relationship was feeling increasingly natural, like they were a strong couple, and she'd surely soon get over their age gap when it came to dealing with family and friends.

His confidence was rocked, however, with the approaching festive season that brought the usual round of parties and other social gatherings. Scott asked Evelyn if she'd like to join him for his office Christmas party, and this time she decided straight up she didn't want to join him.

"I can't, Scott. What will your workmates say?"

"I think they'd all like you and wouldn't care less whether you were older or younger than me. A bloke at work, Terry, is forty-two and dating a twenty-five year old. No one cares! And they don't have to know the complete nature of our relationship either. You'd be my date and that would be that. As far as most of them would know, you might simply be a good friend of mine. But of course I'd probably find an excuse to kiss you in front of everyone." He grinned and moved in to kiss her, which she dodged.

"People might care more than you think. I'm sure people will gossip, even if they don't know our private lives."

"No one gossips. No one will give a toss about us. I was only joking about kissing you in front of everyone, anyhow." He did, however, wonder if Jacqueline would care. She no longer asked him about Evelyn, or for that matter, what he did on his weekends when greeting him each Monday when they arrived at the office.

"What's the date of the party again?" Evelyn asked, a hint of exasperation in her voce.

"Friday the ninth."

"Sorry, Trish's work party is also on the ninth and she's invited me. Sorry, I've already said yes to her."

Scott was frustrated but let the matter drop. He wasn't quite sure if they were dating or in a friend's with benefits type arrangement. It mostly felt like dating to him, but perhaps they were somewhere between the two arrangements. They were enjoying each other, but Evelyn was still had her concerns people would care about their age difference, or that Nicola, or his parents would find out and strongly disapprove.

While Scott understood most of her concerns, he didn't entirely understand Evelyn's concern about how their relationship might cause problems for her at her work. Her rationale was that because she was a High School principal, if any of the parents found out she was in a relationship with a man twenty-five years her junior, questions might be raised as to whether he was a former student. Even though he wasn't a previous student of hers, and they were consenting adults, she worried there was potential for some disgruntled parent or staff member to cause headaches for her. Consequently, he knew there was no chance he was getting invited to her work Christmas party either, and so he didn't bother asking her about it.

Evelyn's oldest friend, Trish, knew about him because Evelyn often asked Trish to look after her Yorkshire terrier, Salty, when she was with Scott. He also wondered if Evelyn wanted to tell someone about their tryst, simply to get it off her chest. Scott, on the other hand, told no one, because people didn't ask him about his love life and he didn't feel the need to tell. Sure, they knew he was dating someone, but he'd never revelled the details. Not even to Jacqueline, who hadn't asked for details, anyhow.

However, he wouldn't have cared in the slightest if people knew. The age difference was only a small part of his initial fantasy, but Evelyn was his real life lover, and it didn't matter to him she was twenty-five years older. As far as he was concerned, Evelyn was his girlfriend. At least, that's how he wanted their relationship to be. He was falling for her, like with no one before, but wouldn't dare tell her unless he was certain she was fully committed.

~0~

Scott sat throughout his office Christmas party, trying to get into the spirit, but not quite getting there. Jacqueline noticed his gloomy demeanour and tried to cheer him up, but it had the opposite effect, and eventually he left the party early.

In the week leading up to Christmas, Jacqueline was required to conduct another site inspection of the construction works that recently started on the property down the coast, for which she and Scott designed the footings for earlier in the year. Scott wasn't required to attend, but Jacqueline persuaded their boss, Doug, that, because Scott was equally responsible for the job, she'd like him to join her. It was the end of the year, and after a frantic week finishing off various jobs, they were winding down for Christmas. Consequently, Doug agreed Scott wasn't needed at the office, and given his uncharacteristic moodiness of late, could probably do with some fresh air. Jacqueline arrived out front of Scott's apartment early in morning, and he immediately noted there was a surfboard on the roof-racks.

"Doug said there wasn't much left to do at the office the sarvo and we should take the afternoon off, so let's use time wisely down the beach. What do ya reckon?" Jacqueline made Scott an offer he couldn't refuse. Without a second thought, he ran back to his apartment and grabbed his board, shorts, rash vest and towel.

They conducted their site inspection with consummate professionalism, and then drove directly to the coast. The ocean swell was small, with consistent one metre wave heights that broke around the point at the end of the beach, forming reliable, but small barrels for surfing. The surf forecast predicted the waves would pick up energy throughout the afternoon, and so Scott and Jacqueline grabbed a bite to eat from a café, before changing into their surf gear and taking on the ocean.

Scott was filled with euphoria, as he always was, by the scent of salty sea air. He and Jacqueline skirted around the point and paddled into the surf, finding room on the break, not too close to the other surfers. Not a single cloud blemished the vibrant blue sky, and the sun was bright, hot and directly overhead. Bobbing about on their boards in warm, aquamarine water was extremely relaxing, and they both grinned and laughed with jubilation at their ocean-riding freedom, and the thought of their colleagues stuck at the office on such a perfect day. They were like naughty kids, elated by getting away with something they shouldn't be.

Jacqueline caught the first wave and Scott was impressed. Her ride lasted for maybe ten seconds at the most, yet in Scott's eyes, time slowed significantly, his breath taken as he watched Jacqueline glide past him, down the face of the wave towards the beach. She was magnificent, with her long legs bent at the knees, and her dark hair spilling down her back and glistening in the harsh sunlight that reflected off a thousand water droplets. Her red rashie vest pulled taut around her shapely body, struggling to contain her gigantic boobs. Before her wave crashed on the sand, Jacqueline gracefully slid off her board into the water, and when she appeared again, she turned to Scott with a huge grin that lit up her face.

Scott gave her a thumbs up and smiled back. He couldn't help but think, Jackie, you are so damn...perfect. Why on Earth are you still single?

Scott and Jacqueline hardly spoke at all in the surf, as they caught alternate waves for the next hour-and-a-half. As predicted, the swell picked up, with consistent barrelling waves of approximately one-and-a-half to two metres in height, keeping them stoked with frequent tube-riding opportunities.

By mid-afternoon they rested in the shade of a large Norfolk Island pine, rehydrating and applying more sunscreen, before heading back into the surf for another hour. It was blissful, catching a sweet wave, riding along its tube into shore, before paddling back out for more. Few words passed between them all afternoon, but as they shared grins and laughter, Scott felt he couldn't asked for better company. Later in the afternoon they left the water and headed for the beach change rooms to shower the salt, sunscreen and sand off their bodies.

Scott took an admiring glance at Jacqueline's statuesque figure as she parted from his side, walking away to the women's change room. Her legs, impossibly long, with muscular thighs blending seamlessly into a rounded bum and wide hips, which in turn hour-glassed into a trim waist, and then she was all boobs and broad shoulders above. Her red figure-hugging rashie accentuating her curves, while her wet hair cascaded far down the centre of her back to near her waist.

He'd only seen Jacqueline in her smart office attire, or her practical field-work clothes, or casual clothes when she played with her band, all of which only hinted at her amazing body. Seeing her in surfing gear was eye-opening, to say the least. More importantly, not only did she cut a stunning figure, but Jacqueline was a wonderful, beautiful, warm person, with whom Scott genuinely enjoyed spending time with. Sure, she could be sarcastic, and often acted like one of the lads, but Scott realised it was mostly an act, and she had a heart of gold. Especially, it seemed, when it came to him.

A man who'd just exited the men's change room turned to inspect Jacqueline as she walked off, knocking into Scott with his surfboard. "I'm sorry, mate," the man said with an embarrassed grin. "That was my fault, I was just distracted by, ah...sorry."

"No worries, mate," Scott said with a chuckle, giving the man a pat on the shoulder. "Happens to the best of us, mate. Enjoy the surf."

The man left for the beach, and Scott chuckled to himself, thinking that the man probably thought he'd walked into a bloke while checking out the bloke's girlfriend. Once again, Scott was bemused by his situation with Jacqueline. With many thoughts running through his mind, including the image of Jacqueline's physique and the unconditional friendship she gave him, Scott entered the men's change room to shower under the cold water.

He met her back at the work-ute, where they tethered their boards to the roof-racks. "Thanks, Jack, you are brilliant. A pure genius! The sarvie's surfing was totally sick. We'll have to find an excuse to do it again sometime!" Scott was grinning from ear to ear, completely stoked by their afternoon.

Jacqueline smiled at him. "I'm glad to see you smiling, Scotty. For the last few weeks I thought you'd gone all emo on us."