Court Record Chapter Eight - Sex Stories

Court Record Chapter Eight

... reservation, he just handed me the keys. That was all there was to it. We didn’t have to sign a thing.” It seemed like every eye was on them as Clem picked up the bag and together they walked across the lobby and headed down the hall toward room 176. Sarah reached over to take his elbow, “Scotty, would you ever consider marrying me?’ She asked as they walked along. Clem choked. “Of course, you know I would…anytime, if it was in your best interest.” She looked at him with a smile, “That’s good to know Scotty, particularly if I get pregnant. Don’t these two inch heals make me look older, Scotty?” What a way to change the subject. Did she have serious concerns or was this just another Sarah zinger. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, bounced a little, and then looked up, “I think this will be just fine for us Scotty, but let’s test it out. Why don’t you get your weight over on your side so I know for sure.” “Yes lover!” Scotty said as he walked straight at her, dumped her over backward onto the bed, and came down on top of her. “You are like a Venus Fly Trap little lady. We are starving and I want my personal tour of this Evenrude place before the concert. Get in the bathroom if you need to use it before I do and then it is lunch in the dining room.” Their room was delightful, recently renovated, so there were no surprises when they found the dining room to be charming. The waitress seated them in a large booth, one on each side. Immediately, Sarah got up and came around insisting ...

... Clem move so she could get in on his side and sit beside him. She reached over to find his hand and move it to her lap as they perused the menus. It was the lunch hour, the dining room was busy, and to Clem it seemed like everyone noticed. Even the simplest things could be erotic. Brighton Inn is located right on the edge of the Evenrude campus. After lunch they were able to walk directly from the hotel across the property, through rows of stone buildings and large yew trees in the direction of the amphitheater. Students were everywhere. There were many of them who could know Sarah. She had been here so many years and most students were returners. She insisted on holding his hand, walking closely, and looking at him with smiles that unmistakably said “I love you”. Was she addicted to happy nerves; the joy of being together and not hiding? The Evenrude tour began standing side by side in the shade looking out over Center Lake. Sarah started to talk about the Institute and why she had not been too disappointed when she learned Cybil had not registered her this year. She substantiated her position by providing a blow by blow of every boring class she had taken over five summers in every boring beautiful building on this boring beautiful campus. She was coming to an end on her negative comments when two girls approached and it was obvious they knew Sarah. Kimberly and Carla Marie came straight at her. There was jubilation, hugging and rapid fire hellos. It was obvious the two of ...