"It's my pleasure, to help a pretty lady, ma'am. Besides, I'd do anything to miss English lit, and that's just what I'm missing right now."

They said little to one another on the drive over to the dentist's. Steve observed the older woman from time to time from the corner of his eye. Once or twice, he caught her looking shyly back. Each time, she blushed and looked away.

The first time he met his coach's wife, Steve had realized she was a shy, insecure woman. She carried herself in a way that indicated she did not even expect anyone to see her. Steve thought she probably had no idea how beautiful she was. Beautiful women were usually more sure of themselves than was Mrs. Roy.

The boy had noted that the coach did not seem to pay any more attention to his wife than his dad did to Miss Pope. But, while Miss Pope could cover herself well with a calm confident manner, Mrs. Roy acted in a way that showed she felt downtrodden and neglected.

The boy's heart went out to the older woman who sat nervously in her seat watching the road ahead. His cock throbbed in his jeans as he cast a furtive glance at her ripe out-thrusting tits. It seemed a waste to Steve that tits like Mrs. Roy's should go feeling neglected.

It was only on the way back from the dentist that the woman started up a conversation. "It's certainly nice to know that I have good healthy teeth. I always get nervous when I go to the dentist. Don't you?"

"Sure. But guys aren't supposed to show that kind of thing. We're supposed to be tough."

"Yes. That's the way your coach wants you, I suppose."

"Coach Roy's an okay guy. He's won our school a lot of ball games. He's tough all right, and he expects us to be just as tough or tougher. But I don't like to be tough all the time."