I am perilous of her love as she is tedious with mine. In the Kodansha dictionary, she found a word that matched us. Tsurezure. In Japanese, tsurezure means tedium, or tedious. Allow me to back up for a second when I say this again - perilous. I use it because I have fallen more into love. It's perilous because why is something that feels so normal as easily as walking into a room is so forbidden?

She utters my name as she slides her panties off. I blush as I see her back dimples. I jokingly tell her that her dimples are as deep that I can fill it with my cereal. She snorts, slapping my back. She is definitely her daughter. Oh, Ruby, my dearest friend. How can I tell you that I am in love with your mother? How can I tell you that each and every day, each and every way, she washes me in her blessings? Washing and adorning her love with her tender kisses. Perilous I am getting. Perilous that I am falling more into Summer's meadow. A meadow I have grown accustomed, planted, soiled, and wanting to flourish.

"Jaune," she utters my name. She directs her hand to my hand, guiding me as she wants me to undo her bra. "Be cautious as you take it off. I am still tender with my nips." Forgive me, I tell her. I was a bit rough with her the other night when we were able to find time in our encounter. We last made love during study hour at her home. Ruby fell asleep in the middle of solving derivatives. Only if she knew in the next room that her mother and I were exchanging formulas and creating algorithms with our love. Where our bodies were working on physics and biology, love was formulating our chemistry.

No, forgive me, readers. It can be hard to dabble narration along with my lovemaking with Summer in progress. Let me take a break from you guys and I will return at some point.

"Forgive me, baby," I whisper it into her ear. She shudders, feeling my hot breath, igniting whatever flame her loins are going to offer when I come into our safe space. I take off her bra, proceeding to kiss her collarbone. I make light pecks. She doesn't want me to stop. She is getting ticklish but gives me the cue when she wants to stop.

"Do we have enough time before Ruby comes back," I ask her. I have to keep my eye on the clock. Oum knows when the nimble bundle of joy would return. From what she told me earlier in class, she and Yang were going shopping.

Summer bites my lip. She does gingerly, tenderly. Feeling a sensation that it arouses my middleman, alerting my flesh that I am close to consuming our love. "Don't worry about her, sweetheart. Her father called. She is spending some time there." I feel better, better that I can take my time with her. No need to rush. Summer is a gem that is worthy of being analyzed. Didn't matter if the gem had flaws or blemish. I inhale the fragrance of her hair. I trail my nose down her collarbone. I stick out my tongue and taste the flower of Oum's creation.

She moans lightly, wanting not to disturb anyone who might be listening. It is risky. The walls are thin in her apartment. I promise her that someday I will purchase her a home from the ground up. Until now, this apartment will have to do. "If you want, my love, I can turn on some music to distract the neighbors."

She holds my face. She wants me to look into her gentle eyes. She is giving me the fish lips. So cute, so pouty, knowing she wants my attention now. "I've been waiting all day. I want it, my love."

I give her a gentle smile, acknowledging my approval. "As you wish, my princess." I slide my hands to her stomach, applying slight pressure as she tastes my lips. I close my eyes as I cupped under her left breast, massaging it gently. She bites again, telling me softly to massage it more. I do, whatever I can to show my love.

I position myself on top of her. Our flesh is becoming one. I have already remove the final article of clothing as we are now what Adam and Eve used to be. We are alone once more. I am a bit hesitant, partially because I have forgotten the condoms. The last thing I want to do is to pollinate her.

Not yet. Not yet at least.

She must have read my mind. "Don't think it, my love. Just put it in me." Her breath hits my stomach. Butterflies are churning within me. She giggles, sliding her soft, nimble hands to my dick. "You're not going to let your son hanging, aren't you?" She winks. I kind of frown. I hate when my middleman is called "my son." It irks me a bit, but no one is perfect. I take my mind off it as I position myself with her cavern.

"Be gentle with me please," she urges me. She closes her eyes, preparing for the coming of my powerful weapon. Now, that's a better nickname. Excuse me, if I have messed with the alluring, erotic flow. I am not what you call a flowing narrator.

"I will as always, my dearest Summer." I kiss her forehead. It felt sweet, giving her confirmation and assurance that everything is going to be okay. "I love you, Summer."

I positioned my dick to her cavern. I take my time. I don't want Summer to have any pain as I enter. Summer stares at me. Seeing my blue eyes into the night gives her a feeling of being in a calm, tranquil sea. A sea that she wants to be surrounded time after time after time.

She squirms as she feels me enter. She grabs to my shoulders. I shift my body to accommodate her tighten cavern. I keep pressing forward. I see Summer biting her lip each time he put it further.

"Are you okay," I question her, being calm, quiet as possible.

"I am okay," she confirms. "It is just this feeling. Knowing that when you feel the love within."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not."

"I love you very much, my dearest Summer."

"I love you, too, my dearest Jaune."

She pulls me close, wrapping her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. Trying to kiss away everything of me. Telling me that it's okay to be in love with an older woman. Telling me it's okay to be in love with my best friend's mother. Telling me that it is okay to be in love. A tear strikes my eye. It follows by more tears. She nibbles gently on my lower lip before soothing the sting with a swipe of her tongue. I part my lips to grant entry to her, bringing my own tongue into play.

"Don't stop," she responds in a raspy voice. Her voice is already giving out from the ongoing moaning she was receiving from her lover. Although she is being quiet through biting her pillow, it is putting pressure on her voice. Droplets of my sweat cover her face. She allows the sweat to blend with her saliva. She wants to taste me in many ways than one.

I let my hand drift to her breast once more. I give it light scraps, wanting her to go mad. I want her to go crazy with desire, with passion. I wanted more of her heavenly voice. I thrust rougher, wanting her to receive my love. Call me a hypocrite, but the thought of perpetuating life didn't sound like a bad idea/

"Come closer." She urges me as she wraps her arms around my neck. She whispered into my ear, things she was too embarrassed to say aloud, but they are her true, complete thoughts. Words like she wants him needs him and don't want to stop. Words that would tighten her cavern more and expedite my climax.

She licks my neck, biting into it. Her way of staking her claim. She knows that they are looking. Envious is in her nature. Not even her daughter is exempt. I grab her hands, letting her know that there is nothing to fear. I sink in for another kiss. I want nothing more of making Summer mine. I want all of her. I want her as we need air. I want her. I want her. I want her. What more can a boy want?

"Summer," I scream to her. "I am close to coming."

"Make me come," she tells me. "Make me come from my pussy."

Following her command, I take her legs and wrap it around my arm. I have decided to give her a good thrust to make each other climax. The sound of my hips slapping her cavern is making her moan deeply. Through her muffled voice, she was feeling good. On the second thrust, she comes. Her juices spurts from its sprout, surrounding my dick with its warmth.

It isn't long when I feel the hotness entering her cavern. I spurt along with thrusting. Each thrust, I hear her make jerking noises. I ebbed in the afterglow until his climax ceases. As I am pulling out, I take hold of Summer's face and give her another kiss. We swap tongues, tasting our love.

"I love you, Summer." I try pulling away, but she isn't finished. She wants more of me. She grabs me and tastes more of my tongue. She crosses her legs and presses on my back.

"Don't leave," she tells me. "I want to feel your warmth longer. Just a little bit longer."

I sniffle. "As you wish. I love you, Summer." I look away. "I wish I can find another way to say it more."

She slides her hand to my face. "Your actions show it, honey."

An hour has passed since then. I just got out of the shower. She is gracious of enough to keep a change of clothes. She has a special compartment without alerting Ruby. She leans back in her chair as she is working on grading papers. Even as she is working on paperwork, she has the sexy teacher look. Pencil in her ear, hair wrapped in a ponytail, and wearing nothing but a buttoned-down shirt. If I could, I would attack again.

I don't have that much time. I am expected to be home soon.

"Ruby is going to spend the night with her father," she tells me. "Are you sure you can't stay much longer."

"Can't tonight, dear," I tell her. "I have to help Dad with the rutabagas in the morning. I promise my little Kickapoo, Joey, that we will make Shrinky Dinks. And I need to write a resume for Jan so she can keep a job." I am drying my ear with the towel as she pours a cup of coffee. The scent of gourmet macadamia nut fills the room. "Have time for a cup?"

"Always time for you, my love." Oum, she knows how to keep me.

I sit across from her as I ingest her coffee. It tastes pleasant, with a hint of bitterness. "You got this from when you have gone overseas, didn't you?"

She flicks at my nose. "A certain Arc remembers my endeavors." She shows me a piece of paper. "It's too unfortunate that he can remember my past, but can't remember how to answer a question on a test."

She shows that I have failed the test. I look disappointed. She holds my chin. "Jaune, I love you. But understand that your grades are a priority." She drinks a cup of her coffee. "Remember that I am your teacher first, your lover second."

I stare into the coffee. A bit of a sore spot hit me along with the bitterness of her coffee.

She cradles my face. "Don't get defensive. I wouldn't be a great partner if I don't tell the truth." She shows my paper. "You are not getting enough detail. Certain parts I don't understand." She narrowed her eyebrow. "I thought you went over this with Ruby?"

I blush as I look away. "Remember that one night…" I touch my index fingers delicately. She blushes, getting her red pen to do some editing.

"I will give you partial credit for that," she laments. "You have barely past, but dear, you must do better." She frowns. "Or else, we will cut our lovemaking."

I finish my coffee. "As Oum as my witness, I promise to pull my grades up."

She smiles as she swipes to the next paper. "Excellent decision, Mr. Arc." She takes another sip. "Because we have a test in a week. In order to pass my class, you must score well." She crosses her legs. "Until then, no sex."

I nearly spat out her coffee. "No sex?"

She nods her head. "Look to it as a challenge. How bad do you want to pass this test." She unbuttons a part of the shirt. "To have a fill of this rose." My erection speaks for me before I can. "Study for a week and pass this exam, I promise to fulfill one wish for sex."

I am cracking knuckles. "Deal!" I am getting ready to grab my things until she reaches for my hand. She gently guides my hand toward her panties. I feel the warmth, alerting my middleman. "It's a good thing that today is Friday." She winks at me. "So, you have the entire week to prepare. Allow me to give you a preview of what you are going to get if you pass this test."

It's funny how love can take you from one place to the next. I can't complain about the journey that led me to Summer. Maybe one day, I can tell you guys how Summer and I have met. As of now, I can't.

"To up the ante, I forbid you to masturbate as well," she tells me as she leads me to her bedroom.

I have some tension to release before this week of no sex. And she tells me to not masturbate either? Knowing that this is for my Summer, it is worth it. That is what keeps me going. Until next time, ladies and gentleman.

Seriously, Summer. I can't masturbate?

I dedicate this particular chapter to my female readers. Thanks for the love and support.