The rest of March fell into a wonderful and productive pattern. I continued to see Grace every Thursday evening. One week we worked straight through getting organized for an English essay and a Law and Government test. The next week, we checked in on all her classes and found she was up to date. Grinning like kids getting away with something, we went upstairs to her bedroom and ended up in a deeply satisfying sixty-nine that lasted the rest of our hour together and left us both wrung out and happy. The last Thursday was all business again, including some SAT prep and time management. Fortunately, the lacrosse politics seemed to have wound down as the season progressed. I did my best to keep her moving academically and nudged her to prioritize some down time, some fun time, and some work time.

I kept seeing her mom, but tried to keep the two worlds separate. Lindsey expressed her appreciation for how well Grace seemed to be doing, but we didn’t talk much about anything else that happened. The jokes about molesting her daughter died down as we settled into a comfortable and balanced pattern of stolen pleasures. Her husband popped in and out of the picture occasionally, but seemed to spend a lot of time in South America that spring, which was fine with both of us. Although we had to keep things pretty quiet around town, I even managed to chat publicly with Lindsey when I ran into her at a lacrosse game. Teachers are not really supposed to be dating parents–especially married ones. We played it cool and no one noticed a thing, but there was a double gleam in our eyes because we had a secret AND we both knew I was there to see Grace because of what we had going on. All in all, it was a satisfying few weeks.

As April break approached, though, things got busier. All of my classes were pushing to get things done so there would be no work over the vacation. I was up late grading and Grace was super-busy academically. The afternoons I spent with her were focused solely on getting things done. She still wasn’t a great student, after all, and the increased pace was giving her trouble. Fortunately, some extra time was possible when school was out–Grace wasn’t going anywhere because she had practice and a travel tournament to play in. That meant we might be able to connect and get some work done. Naturally, my mind wandered back to the weekend days I had spent with her already and my heart beat a little faster. There was THAT possibility as well!

Lindsey, on the other hand, was going to be away for the week. She didn’t seem thrilled, but a trip to Curacao and Cartagena can’t be all bad. We had a nice weekend together the week before she left and I got Grace through her last Thursday afternoon session that lasted almost two hours. Lindsey kindly gave me another check before she left so I was feeling flush and thinking about a spring trip myself.

Saturday morning, though, I got a text that changed my calendar in a good way. It was Grace, of course, and she asked if I had any time during the week to work together. She had practice from 9-12 each day, but was Free every afternoon. I agreed to Monday afternoon and said we could see what progress she made after that. I shifted my travel and hiking plans to the last weekend of break in anticipation.

After the crazy week, I was happy to relax on Saturday and Sunday and get some stuff done around the house. Monday morning I went to the gym and then went home to Shower. Hoping the day would lead to more than work, I shaved extra close and groomed myself from head to toe. Traffic was non-existent, and even with a stop at a Venezuelan restaurant for lunch, I was at Grace’s house at 12:30. I knocked and let myself in since Grace’s car was in the driveway and found her sitting at the kitchen counter working her way through a container of pasta salad.

“Shorry!” she mumbled around a mouthful.

I laughed and told her it was no problem. As I walked around her to set my stuff on the table, I darted glances at her outfit. She was wearing ankle-high white cleats, short white socks, a skirt that bared her toned and tanned thighs, and a white practice jersey with blue trim that clung to her back but gaped open as she leaned forward. Her hair was caught back in a ponytail and was still dark with sweat from practice. She looked young and athletic and beautiful and I was caught off-guard by the wholesomeness she exuded as she sat there. My subtle glances weren’t so subtle, though, because she caught me looking and grinned as she finished off her water.

“Are you checking me out?” she asked laughingly.

“Yeah…I kind of am!” I said, crossing my arms smugly. “Are you cool with that?”

“Do you have a thing for sweaty lacrosse girls?”

“Sometimes. But I don’t discriminate. I like sweaty soccer girls, too.”

She snorted and her lips twisted into a wry smile.

“I’m going to tell my soccer friends to watch out!”

“I think they’re pretty safe,” I said candidly. “What we have going on is kind of one-in-a-million.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Robertson…I mean, I’m going to graduate and go away to school. Who will you be…tutoring next year?”

The way she said “tutoring” was hugely suggestive, but I just shrugged and smiled back.

“Who knows?” I answered at last. “You might need help with those freshman classes!”

“Maybe…” she answered speculatively, smiling to herself. “Or maybe I could recommend a few of my friends that could work with you after I’m gone!”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at the prospect of Grace pimping me out to her friends, but I knew that was strictly fantasy territory. Images of her hallway friends flashed across my mind, though, and I wondered who she had in mind.

“Let’s focus on THIS year and getting YOU graduated!” I replied, trying to get things back on course professionally. “If you’re finished, we should take a look at what you have to do.”

“Okay, fine!” she answered with exaggerated sighs. “You get set up and I’ll put my dishes in the sink.”

That sounded productive, so I went and sat at the table and pulled out my laptop to check grades and assignments. Grace clattered around for a minute and then I heard her cleats click away across the kitchen floor. There was a rustle of fabric and a pause and then I heard them clunk to the mat in the entryway, after which her soft footsteps came close again until she stood behind me. Instead of sitting down, though, she rested her hands on my shoulders and bent down to look at the screen with her head next to mine.

“See anything terrible?” she asked softly.

“Nope. Looks pretty good!” I informed her.

“Wanna see something better?” she whispered.

I craned my neck to look back at her and was greeted with luminous green eyes, a wicked smile, and a gaping jersey that fell away to reveal her cleavage. After a long moment of appreciation, my eyes darted up to hers.

“Isn’t a sports bra part of the uniform?” I asked innocently.

“I must have lost it somewhere,” she said with a puzzled look.

“That could be a problem at the next practice!” I remonstrated.

A giggle burst forth spontaneously, but was quickly stifled. Her lips twitching, Grace held my gaze and moved around from the back of the chair. With the effortless flexibility of a teenager, she turned abruptly and lifted her foot across my legs, straddling me in an instant and settling herself gently on my lap. Her arms ended up around my neck and when I glanced down, her breasts were pushed together invitingly right in front of me. I looked back up and smiled.

“I guess you’re not ready for school work yet, is that it?”

“Uh-uh,” she murmured.

“Is there something else on your mind?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied.

“What’s that, Grace?”

“I need help with something,” she whispered, bringing her lips close to mine but not quite making contact.

“What’s that?”

“Well…” she began.

She paused and released my neck, stroked down the outsides of my arms, and then grabbed my wrists. Her eyes gleaming, she guided my hands to the outsides of her thighs and urged me to caress her there. Naturally, I was happy to comply. Once I began, she smiled happily and wriggled herself closer and draped her arms over my shoulders again. Then she leaned closer.

“I kind of lost something else,” she whispered, wiggling her sweet little butt for emphasis.

Awareness dawned and I stroked higher on her thighs. Lacrosse skirts usually have a built-in pair of shorts for modesty, but those were gone as well. My fingers traveled under her skirt all the way around until they met behind her and traced the dimples at the base of her spine.

“That IS going to be a problem at practice!” I intoned pompously.

She giggled once more and then leaned even closer, her breasts pressing against my chest.

“So what is it about lacrosse girls?” she whispered in my ear.

Before I could answer, I felt her tongue flick out and trace one of the lines there. I groaned at the sudden stimulus and pulled her Ass tighter against me. She hummed happily and nipped at my earlobe before she continued.

“Do you like girls like me because we’re sweaty and dirty?”

Instead of answering right away, I buried my face in her neck and breathed deeply, then kissed a line from the collar of her jersey to the soft spot just behind her ear.

“No,” I whispered there, “it’s not because you’re sweaty and dirty…it’s because you’re young and athletic and beautiful.”

I paused to switch sides and repeat the trail of kisses, grinding her against my groin all the while. Knowing she was bare beneath her skirt added an arousing thrill, and I could feel the heat of her Pussy against my thickening cock.

Grace groaned contentedly at the combined stimulation and pulled her face back far enough to kiss me for real. Her lips parted right away and her tongue sought mine hungrily. I smiled to myself when I felt her rubbing her breasts against my chest and rocking her hips into me–it always amazed me that an 18-year old girl was this eager for me!

“Fuck!” she said abruptly, breaking away and leaning back a few inches. “I’m so Horny I can’t stand it!”

Her hands darted between us and fumbled with my zipper. I let go of her Ass and took over, pulling myself past the jagged teeth without injury and standing my cock straight up against the front of her skirt. Thinking ahead for once, I opened the snap as well and pushed my pants down six inches so neither one of us would tangle with the zipper. Then I gave a quick swipe around the head to spread the precum that had dribbled out. After that, I grabbed her Ass again and squeezed to tell her I was ready. I felt her thighs tense as she lifted herself, moved forward, and got herself lined up above me. Her arms went back around my neck at the same instant she dropped down with her full weight and thumped onto my thighs, burying my cock completely in one stroke. Her back arched and a long, wordless groan exploded from her lips at the sudden fullness. She was slick and tight around me and I closed my eyes, rocked by her urgent need.

Almost savagely, her lips came back to mine and she sucked my lip and then my tongue as she began to rock her hips hard against me. The chair creaked with the fury of her movements and all I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride. Every move forward let her grind her clit against my pubic bone and I could tell she was desperately in need of an Orgasm. Her arms were fully around my neck, her breasts mashed against my chest, and her lips locked onto mine as she drove herself into me again and again, striving for release. Fascinated by her urgency, I did my best to help, reaching behind her with both hands and trailing my fingers along the crack of her Ass and beyond, stroking her slick labia as they spread around the base of my cock. She groaned gutterally against my lips and rocked even faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Barely two minutes after she began, Grace hit her peak and froze. I kept still as well, letting her cling to me as her Pussy pulsed around me and her muscles quivered with ripples of pleasure. All I could do was hold her and try not to cum myself as I felt the throbbing deep inside her. When I felt her grip relax, though, I knew that I needed the same thing myself. Instead of being my usual patient self, I grabbed her tightly about the waist and stood up, bringing her up with me, my cock still buried inside her. Grace’s eyes flew open in surprise, but then she held on tighter and wrapped her legs around my waist. With a few quick steps, I turned and walked her over to the barstool she had vacated such a short time ago and dropped her Ass onto it. She relaxed the grip of her arms and thighs but kept me close and smiled understandingly up at me as I pushed myself against her.

“Do it!” she hissed. “I know you’re Horny, too!”

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped in reply as I slammed my hips forward.

The barstool creaked a little as well, but I knew it wouldn’t have to take the rocking for long. I set up a steady thrusting rhythm that allowed me a full stroke into Grace’s willing young body and I pulled her lower body tight against me every time I bottomed out. My head hung forward and I alternated between watching my cock disappear inside her and watching the bouncing of her breasts as I pumped into her.

“Do you like my tits, Mr. Robertson?” Grace whispered provocatively.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” I hissed in response.

Leaning her weight on the backrest, Grace quickly crossed her hands at her waist and whisked the jersey up and off, tugging hard when it caught the back of the chair and then throwing it aside. I groaned as her bare breasts were revealed and my gaze was locked there watching them jump every time our bodies met. Her hands went back to hold my arms and she looked down between us as well.

“That’s right, Mr. Robertson…fuck me hard. Make yourself cum and look at me!”

Who would have believed a high-school student could be so aware? I only thought of that later, though…at the moment, I was almost frantically driving myself into the heat of her slippery, tight Pussy and watching her lithe body respond to every thrust. Everything else fled as I felt the approaching explosion and drank in the supple body in front of me, around me, urging me on.

“Fuck, Grace!” I moaned at last, feeling my thighs quiver with a final strain and driving into her one last time.

Grace almost leapt forward to wrap her arms around my neck again, letting her weight fall onto my cock once more just as I exploded deep inside her. Her legs flexed with every pulse of my Orgasm, pulling me hard against her and I stood like a shivering statue and emptied myself completely. My eyes closed involuntarily and I took shallow breaths between the waves of pleasure.

“That’s it…” she whispered against my neck. “That’s what I wanted.”

As my body relaxed, Grace eased her grip as well and sank slowly back onto the stool. When my pulsing stopped, I stepped closer to keep myself buried inside her as long as possible and opened my eyes again. She was watching my face and a pleased smile tugged the corners of her lips upward. My gaze flicked from her eyes to her lips, down the sweet valley between her breasts where perspiration glistened, and back to the dark fringe of hair that had escaped her ponytail and hung damply along her forehead.

I smiled slowly and snorted to myself.

“What?” Grace whispered, smiling more broadly.

“Sweaty lacrosse girl!” I said happily, grinning down at her.