My Last Sunday School Lesson!

In 1976, I was twenty-five and was in the middle of my lost years. I had gotten divorced the year before and wasn't sure what to do next. It was the Bicentennial Year of the birth of the United States, and I decided to travel to all forty-eight continental states. Greyhound Busline had a special deal that Summer for an unlimited pass for one price. I figured it would be a great way to get some perspective on life and possibly shake loose some direction for the future.

I had relatives and friends in strategic places all over the country I could couch surf with for a night to save on lodging. I was on the road for two months and did it all for about seven hundred bucks. Try that now! That would last you about two days in these times, and the seventies were considered highly inflationary historically.

I even met one woman on the bus in Michigan and ended up staying the night at her house. We had a disastrous sexual encounter, but at least I got a free meal and a shower out of the deal. She had the decency to not kick me out on the street after not being able to perform. She did make sure I got the first bus out of town the next morning. The reality was, even at twenty-five, I was not very experienced sexually. I was raised in a very conservative, Christian household and had only had sex with my ex-wife up until then.

One of the visits I arranged on this trip was with Heather, my fifty-year-old former Sunday school teacher. She lived in North Carolina and worked for the church I was brought up in. She had been divorced ever since I knew her as a kid. Evidently, she had been 'worldly' and came back to the Lord in her early twenties after her divorce. I hadn't seen her since I was a teenager, but I remember her being a fox even at forty! Heather had perfect breasts and a very sexy figure. I had written her about my trip plans, and she welcomed me with open arms to stay at her place for a few days. Those 'few days' ended up being some of the very best days of my life.

Heather met me at the bus station in downtown Raleigh. She still had it at fifty! I could not believe how sexy she looked in her sheer summer dress that showed off her awesome breasts and shapely tan legs. I instantly regained the crush I had on her when I was a kid! The twenty-five-year age difference between us melted in an instant.

"My, you certainly turned into a handsome young man!" Heather said with a smile, "I always thought you would; you were such a cute kid!"

"And might I add," I replied, "you are as beautiful as ever, if not more so!

Heather had a cozy, little home on a quiet, tree-lined street outside of Raleigh. Heather invited me to stay for a few days to let the 'road burn' heal. I had to admit that sounded pretty good after so many days of being on the bus twenty-four hours straight, nodding off in bus stations between buses, and then spending a few nights in fleabag hotels. My budget was still pretty tight. She wanted to show me some of the local sights too. I stowed away my stuff in her guest room and began to unwind a little.

After a light dinner Heather prepared, we talked late into the night about how our lives had unfolded since the last time we saw each other so many years ago. It was a Friday night, so she had the next day off. She was the personal secretary to the leader of our church. She even admitted going through a little crisis of faith lately, something I understood very well. Heather also told me she felt lonely and none of the men in church really interested her because their devotion to their faith seemed to limit topics of conversation. They lacked a human warmth and intellect that she missed from her more 'worldly' days. I responded that I had the same issues in my past relationships with women from our church, and it was one of the reasons my marriage failed.

The talking became very free and intimate between us. I told Heather about my failed sexual encounter in Detroit, and how I somehow kind of blamed that on my upbringing. Then she told me a story about when she had moved to Oregon right after I had her as a Sunday school teacher. She had been at a church gathering and ended up having sex with a nineteen-year-old boy from the congregation, and the rumor spread because he bragged about it to his friends. That is when she moved to North Carolina to get a fresh start. She explained that she had missed sex so much and she kind of just let it happen, and it felt good. With our mutual confessions, the atmosphere in the room changed instantly.

After I went to bed, I kind of wondered if I had given a little TMI to Heather. But she gave me quite a bit to stir my imagination too. Could this have been a potential invitation to her bedroom? I was still so innocent about this kind of stuff. I masturbated to an image of us making love in her bed anyway. Ironically, as I went to the bathroom to clean up, Heather was just leaving it dressed in a short pajama top. She giggled an 'Oops!' as she scampered back to her room. That inspired me to masturbate a second time!

The second night, I had decided to make a move if I felt the time was right. We again found ourselves on Heather's big, roomy couch, talking about life. She brought up how nice it was to have someone she could share these feelings with. This time she sat much closer to me than before. She had just taken a shower and was in a short terry cloth bathrobe with her legs tucked under her on the sofa. Her knee was touching my bare leg, as I was in shorts. I could swear I felt an electric current flowing between us. Then Heather placed her hand gently on my shoulder. The talking stopped for a moment that seemed like an eternity. I looked at her face, and it was warm and inviting. We kissed.

"Wowie, that felt way too good." Heather said with a gentle, shy smile, "You are a good kisser. Let's do it again."

And we did, again, and again, and again, with each kiss getting deeper and more passionate. Heather's robe started to open a little in the front with all the kissing and embracing, giving me a teasing and tantalizing view of her breasts. My erection was about ready to jump out of my shorts! She suddenly stopped kissing me and held my face on either side with both her hands as she looked deeply into my eyes.

"I want to make love with you tonight." Heather said softly, "No pressure to perform, just pure intimacy. I can promise you it will be amazing. I can feel it now. Come with me to my bed."

With that, Heather took my hand and led me to her bedroom. At the side of the bed, she dropped her robe, and, yes, her body was as beautiful as it was in my masturbatory fantasies. I believe Heather was going to be proven right, as I had no nervousness and was sporting an erection that could cut a diamond. She knelt and pulled down my shorts as my rock-hard cock sprang to attention. We embraced and kissed, then she fell back onto the bed, and I followed on top of her. It was the most romantic feeling I have ever had, before or since.

We continued to kiss as Heather spread her legs and my throbbing cock naturally just slid right in as she let out a gasp. We fell into a slow rhythm perfectly as we kissed. There was no anxiety or nervousness like my night in Michigan. This was not just sex; this was making love.

The rhythm increased as the slapping together of our thighs and moaning got louder. Then a shuddering orgasm ripped through Heather as she locked her ankles behind my back and squeezed me tightly with both legs. That did it for me too, as I unloaded a huge load of baby batter into her steaming cunt. I rolled off her, and she clung to my side as we warmly kissed in the afterglow. No words were needed. I have never felt so satisfied and spent in my life. But I was soon to learn the night was still young! It was early Sunday morning now, and 'Sunday School' was just beginning!

I drifted off to a beautiful and restful sleep with Heather wrapped around me in bliss. I awoke a little later as I looked down and saw her head bobbing up and down on my cock. This was a new experience for me and one I instantly fell in love with! Just as I was about ready to cum again, she stopped and straddled me cowgirl style and rode me until we both came again. Before dawn's first light, we did it one last time doggie-style, as I came all over her butt. We were both exhausted and finally got a couple hours of real sleep in each other's arms.

I spent three more nights at Heather's as we explored our sensuality under her expert tutelage. It was obvious her 'worldly years' were not wasted! I learned expertise in cunnilingus too, and I fucked her in every room in the house, in every position possible. She even called in sick to work, and we spent one whole day completely naked and fucking like rabbits.

I would have stayed longer, but Heather's son was coming home for a visit the next day. Heck, I may have never even left, but it was time to hit the road anyway. Something this beautiful was rare and meant to be fleeting. At any rate, I left a changed man and a very sexually sophisticated one to boot. Heather showed me the ropes, and for that I was forever grateful. We never saw each other ever again, and there was some wisdom in that move. She died years later in her eighties, and I wept.