Unrestrained

By Christopher Maddox

Margaret was beside herself, wondering why Samantha was stopping by her place today. She’s stopped by before to chat just to see how she was doing. Perhaps, this was simply one of those visits. It just seems too coincidental, she thought, because it was just Saturday that she had seen her and Nicholas at the mall together. Her female intuition told her that something was wrong. Besides, Nicholas had been strangely quiet the last couple of days. He was almost sullen. Today, in fact, was the first time she had ever seen him when he wasn’t clean-shaven, and she had begun to worry about him.
“I’ll just have to wait and see,” she mumbled, shaking her head with a slight shrug.
The knock on the door startled her even though she had been expecting it.
“Hi, Mrs. Jones, what a pleasant surprise it is to see you,” she smiled as she gave her a warm hug.
Samantha took a deep breath. “It’s good to see you too, Margaret. Please, call me Samantha. I’m not your teacher any longer, I’m your friend,” she said as her stomach churned nervously.
Margaret chuckled. “Okay,” she said, smiling. “It’s been one of those days. I’m going to open a bottle of white wine. Would you care to have a glass with me? Oh, don’t worry; my parents get it for me. They bring me a case or two every time they come for a visit,” she assured her.
Samantha smiled. “In that case, I’d love one. It’s been one of those days for me too,” she chuckled, trying to make light of a strenuous situation. After all, Margaret didn’t know a thing about what was going on between her and Nicholas. She was quite sure of that now.
They sat and sipped their wine for a moment. They talked about the weather and a couple of other subjects that neither of them had the slightest bit of interest in.
“This really hits the spot, Margaret. Thank you,” she smiled, taking a deep breath.
“I know you said that school was going great, but how about your social life. Are there any new girls or guys in your life?” she asked cautiously.
The question took her by surprise, especially the part about guys because Samantha knew that she was mostly into girls. She almost panicked, wondering what she was referring to or what she might be thinking. She wondered if Samantha had seen her at the mall last Saturday. She thought quickly and decided that she had to answer her questions as if she had no knowledge of her and Nick.
She smiled bravely. “There’s one guy I was interested in,” she said, chuckling nervously, “but he shot me down.”
“I thought that you were mostly into girls,” smiled Samantha.
Margaret laughed. “Yes, I am, but occasionally, I see a guy that interests me. I kind of swing both ways if you know what I mean. I guess I like what girls and boys have to offer in the way of excitement,” she blushed.
“You said was interested in. What happened? I can’t imagine any guy turning you down,” she said, smiling.
“Well, apparently that’s not the case,” she grinned. “I got turned down by this guy after giving it my best shot. I did everything but hand him my pussy on a platter,” she laughed.
Samantha smiled. “Who is this Prima Donna, do I know him?
“He’s really a nice guy, and I’m sure that you know him. He must have had your class last year. It’s Nick Adams,” said Margaret.
Hearing Nicholas’s name was gut wrenching for her, but Margaret had said that he turned her down. What in the hell does that mean, she wondered?
Samantha smiled. “Yes, I know Nicholas. He’s a nice young man, but I’m surprised any young man could refuse you. You must not have given it all you had,” she teased.
Margaret snickered. “Samantha, to be perfectly honest with you, Nick and I go back a ways. I wanted to have sex with him when I was a senior back at Westminster High, but he wasn’t ready, and he was still a virgin. Then, when I returned home last year during the Christmas Holiday, we went out on a date, and I was able to persuade him to have sex.”
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Maddox
• Release date: Dec 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311794086

Christopher Maddox

I have always been addicted to love and romance. I like strong, independent women, so I tend to write about strong female characters that either start out strong or develop whatever inner strength is needed to see them through. My heroes and heroines are sometimes flawed because mistakes and imperfections always build character and strength in strong people. Some of my stories are taken from life’s experiences while others are drawn from experiences I wish I’d had. In my world, there are no boundaries to the limitless pleasures that can be found in the female form or from the joy that can be shared between lovers. However, my books are not about page after page of mindless, non-stop sex, but when it is appropriate, I try to make it real. Where love and romance have a chance to blossom, intimacy is usually part of the equation because it is the fuel that ignites the desire that leads to love. I like to think of myself as an adult romance writer with a moral compass. I live in Florida with my wife and three, poorly trained, dogs. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I love happy endings. I love hearing from my readers and appreciate their comments and suggestions. Click on the link below if you would like to send me a message. Thank you. [e-mail]

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Unrestrained

Christopher Maddox

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Copyright 2015 Christopher Maddox

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This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature including graphic sexual scenes. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

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Chapter 1

New Beginnings

Samantha Jones and Nicholas Adams were settling into their routines for the new school year. She was back teaching her creative writing courses at Westminster High, and he was attending his first year of college at the prestigious College of Charleston.

She had been his teacher the year before. He had been infatuated with her since his second year of high school. It started out as a young boy’s infatuation with a teacher. When his senior year came along, he was finally eligible to take her class, and he couldn’t wait. She was easily the prettiest teacher in the school. For that matter, she was also one of the most beautiful women in town.

She was forty-one with a slender, athletic figure. She had long, dark-brown hair and light-green eyes with a smattering of dark-brown specks, which matched her hair. With narrow hips and a bottom that was impossible to ignore, she turned heads wherever she went. She was single and had no children as her husband had been killed in an automobile accident three-and-a-half years ago.

He was tall, had a light complexion with blond hair and blue eyes. His affable, outgoing personality made him popular with his classmates. He dated quite a bit during high school but didn’t lose his virginity until Christmas break during the first half of his senior year.

The girl was Margaret Cooper, a charming, voluptuous redhead with a sex drive that matched her long, fiery-red hair. She was one year older than he was, and she had returned home from college for the holidays. She had dated him when he was a junior, but he wasn’t quite ready for a physical relationship, so she moved on. A year older and more aggressive, she was finally able to introduce him to the many charms found in the female form.

During the last half his senior year, he signed up for Mrs. Jones’ creative writing class. He sat in the front row, and with him being that close to her, on a daily basis, he became more and more infatuated. You might say that his infatuation with her was getting to the point of being an obsession.

He dreamed of being her lover. He wanted to be her long-term lover. He was aware that she was twenty-three years older than he was, but that just didn’t matter to him. She was beautiful, charming, and poised. As far as he was concerned, she was perfect for him. It took some doing, but he slowly managed to peak her curiosity. She became intrigued with him over a period of time, and he eventually won her confidence and then her affection.

For Samantha, it was difficult for her to set aside her career-long conviction that teachers should never have an affair with a student, regardless of what had to be done to avoid it.

She also had a secret that no one knew about. It turned out that she wasn’t only a creative writing instructor; she was also a successful, erotic romance author, writing under the pseudonym of Crystal Summers.

Keeping in mind that Nicholas had no knowledge that Samantha Jones and Crystal Summers were the same person, he devised a way to pry himself into her heart. It seems that one of the requirements in her class was that each student had to write a story. This story could be about anything that was of interest to them. It was her belief that if you weren’t interested in the subject matter, you wouldn’t be successful.

It’s funny how little things that you say or the way you say them can bring about unexpected changes in your life. They can lead to things that you would have never considered in your wildest imagination. Her statement that they could write about anything that they wanted to is what would ultimately lead to her seduction.

Nicholas, being the clever boy that he was, chose to write an erotic romance about himself and his teacher, Mrs. Jones. As a result, she was forced to read his story because it was part of her own course requirements to complete the class. And, after all, she did say that they could write about anything that they wanted to write about.

The story was good. The characters relationship was romantic, and the sex was, well, erotic and steamy. It was steamy enough to get her libido supercharged and set the two of them on a collision course for her bed.

After school, on the last day of class, she invited him over to her house to discuss his story, so she could assign his final grade fairly and objectively. It was there, in her house, after he was no longer one of her students that they consummated their desires and their needs.

They spent the summer together, and she eventually told him about Crystal Summers. He spent most of his time with her, at her house, and he spent most of his nights in her bed. They corroborated on erotic story lines as he began writing his first, real romance novel. By the end of the summer, they were in love, and neither of them was willing to consider giving up the closeness that they now shared.

Samantha realized that Nicholas had brought her more joy in the short time that they had been together than she had ever experienced before. Because of this, she wanted to make sure she cared for his every need, and she wanted him to be successful. He, in turn, was completely in tune with her emotionally as well as physically, and he would do anything that he could to please her.

With her connections at the College of Charleston, she was able to get him a scholarship in writing and international business. She was able to create an environment wherein she could assist in giving him the best opportunities while, at the same time, making sure they had ample time to be together, discretely.

It is somewhat more complicated than described herein, but she owned a cottage on the campus of the College of Charleston. Because of this, she could spend as much time there as she liked. As it turns out, her family had been one of the main benefactors of the college over the years. She continued to contribute a lot of money to the school and had a permanent seat on its Board of Directors.

All of this made it possible for them to be together. They could see each other at her home in Westminster, or at her cottage in Charleston.

Nicholas had just finished his first day of classes, and he was headed for her cottage on campus instead of his private dorm room in the senior-class living facility. She had promised him a special treat when he had finished his first day of classes.

He was about to knock on the front door when she opened it. She had been watching him as he approached because she was just as anxious to see him as he was to see her. As promised, she was standing there, waiting for him, completely naked, with a bottle of champagne in her hand.

He beamed at the sight of her beauty and at her nakedness, thinking about how out of place and how erotic she appeared, standing naked in front of him while on campus. Her suggestive sensuality gave him an immediate erection. In reality, however, she wasn’t out of place. That was Samantha, a contradiction between old-world conservatism and new world romance with just the right amount of salacious seductiveness. The person standing in front of him was a unique combination of Mrs. Samantha Jones and her alter ego, Crystal Summers.

My God, Samantha, you are an incredibly beautiful sight for the sore eyes of a poor, starving student, he said, reflecting briefly on how far their relationship had come in the short time since he first walked into her class.

She smiled seductively. I don’t know about the sore eyes or how starving my student is, but I sure do appreciate hearing about the incredibly beautiful part, she laughed.

He walked in as she shut the door behind him.

By starving, I meant starving for you, starving for you and your body. It’s going to take me some time to get over the fact that I can’t be with you twenty-four hours a day, he said as he kissed her and gently held the outside curve of her left breasts in his warm hands.

Hey, you sexy freshman, how much homework do you have today?

He shook his head. None for today, teacher, he replied, smiling.

She walked him into the kitchen and sat the champagne on the counter. In that case, you had better take your clothes off and open the champagne, so we can celebrate the completion of your first day in college.

He opened the champagne and then removed his clothing. He poured them each a glass and handed one to his lover.

I have a toast, she said. Here’s to my lover, who just completed his first day of college, she smiled, as she gently clinked her glass to his.

He smiled as he briefly looked down at her sexy, upturned breasts. I have a toast for you. Here’s to the lovely woman that let me in her life. The woman that I love more with each passing day, and the woman that I still can’t keep my eyes off because of her irresistible charms.

Well, here’s hoping that you never will be able to, she smiled as they embraced. Guess what we have for dinner? she teased.

I don’t have a clue, but I hope I know what’s for dessert.

She sauntered gracefully over to the refrigerator and took out several foil-wrapped dishes. We are going to have Chicken Cacciatore, garlic-buttered linguini with grated parmesan cheese, ratatouille, and an antipasto salad with garlic and olive oil popovers. Oh, yes, I almost forgot to mention the bottle of Chianti, she smiled. What do you think? she asked.

It sounds great. How many are you expecting for dinner? he teased.

Samantha smiled. I ordered too much, huh?

Not at all, he smiled. I think it’s just right. If you’re coming back tomorrow night, we can have it for leftovers. If you’re not coming back, I can take it back to my room, heat it up in the microwave, and have it for lunch tomorrow.

She put her glass down, came up behind him, and wrapped her arms around his chest pressing her breasts gently against his back.

I don’t think I’ll be able to come back tomorrow. I have some papers to grade and Crystal has some emails from her fans that she needs to answer. Someone’s been keeping her pretty busy and she’s a little behind in her responses to her fans, and that’s not a particularly good thing when you want to keep your reader base.

She put the foil containers in the oven and they took their champagne into the living room. She pushed him down on the sofa and kneeled down between his legs. He looked at the long, dark-brown hair hanging down both sides of her face, and he knew that the next thing he was going to feel were her moist, warm lips sliding down over him.

He tensed as she slid her lips over the head of his cock and down the length of his shaft where she held him there for a moment. She felt the head of his cock push gently against the back of her throat, but she didn’t gag because she was used to it by now. Withdrawing slowly, she slid her mouth off until only the stiff ridge remained just inside of her lips before sliding back down his smooth, slick shaft.

She began pumping rhythmically up and down the length him, rolling and teasing her tongue around and over his engorged head while her right hand stroked his shaft in sync with her soft lips. She looked up at him. I just can’t seem to get enough of your cock in my mouth, she whispered, with deep passion and lust. I’ve been thinking about this all day. Even when I was in class this morning, I would look over at where you used to sit, dreaming that I might see you sitting there in the front row with a hard on. Then, when I looked, I would be disappointed when I saw a girl sitting in your place.

He quivered with a slight groan as he placed his hands on his thighs, rocking his pelvis up to meet her soft, warm lips.

Your mouth feels so good, he moaned as her lips slid down, engulfing him. I’m the luckiest guy in the world, he said with a shudder as his eyes rolled back in his head.

She brushed her hair to the side, so she could look up at him, and he could see her lips, sliding over his aching flesh. Slurping, sucking, and moaning, she continued bobbing up and down on his engorged manhood.

He began to quiver and stiffen slightly, and she knew that he was only moments away from erupting. She stopped and slid his rigid shaft out of her mouth. Rising up, she brushed her breasts against his thighs and gave him a sultry, wet kiss as she placed her knees on either side of his hips.

I’ve been wet since about ten-thirty this morning, thinking about fucking you right here on this sofa, she moaned.

She reached down, slid two of her fingers up through her slit, capturing some of her wetness, and placed them in his mouth.

He