Teacher Pt 2
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I drove to Carrie's school to meet with her homeroom teacher. Carrie was struggling with one course, and her homeroom teacher taught the class. I was hoping Frank would come with me to influence Mr. Perry, but poker night is always more important. I did want to look presentable and that I was not some bitching mother who wanted her kid to have everything easy. I thought my purple dress was the most appropriate. It was a little tight as a few pounds had crept up on me.
When I had looked in the mirror, it was not a good look with the outline of my bra standing out. I wanted to change to a different dress, but too late for that, so I just took the bra off. The dress was tight enough to hold me firmly in place. At least, that is what I thought, until walking down the hallway and seeing myself in glass reflections from school doors. I was bouncing all over the place. I went into a girl's lavatory and looked in the mirror. My nipples were pushing against the dress, and the dress did nothing to prevent them from prominently showing. I continued my walk to Mr. Perry's office, somewhat hunched over to hide their exposure. I couldn't imagine what it would look like if they got cold or I got turned on.
I walked into the suite that held Mr. Perry's office. He came to greet me, and Carrie never said anything about him being a rugged man who was more than handsome, the earthy type. He was charming, and he went through a folder as I stood there.
I said, "Mr. Perry, if my Carrie needs help, I would be happy to pay for a tutor. If you were available, I would be more than happy to pay you."
"Mrs. Collins, I don't think that would be necessary. A normal tutor might help Carrie."
"I have for her to get into my Alma Mater. A low grade will not help."
"Please have a seat, Mrs. Conners."
I did not sit in the chair by his desk but on a couch on his office's outer wall.
He got up from this desk and went to the wall and flipped a switch. He said, "I must apologize for how stuffy it is in here. Always the same in the evening, saving money with the air conditioner." A ceiling fan whirled overhead. A chill went through me, and I looked down to see my nipples protruding from my purple dress. I looked up and saw that Mr. Perry was looking at the same place I was. He smiled at me without saying a word. I had seen that smile before. A man always smiles like that when he likes something.
"You know I could tutor Carrie if you thought that would really help."
One look at my protruding nipples, and he changed his attitude. I never knew they had that much power, although plenty of men had admired my breasts when I shopped in the summer or at the beach with more exposure. The Walmart manager was always being a flirt, but I just blew it off as youth. I will admit that when Carrie's friends came over, I liked how the senior boys looked me over. It made an older woman feel young again. But Carrie's homeroom teacher was no boy, and I liked that he smiled at me in that way.
My dress became another issue. The skirt length was above the knee, and sitting on a couch, I, without thinking, crossed my legs. Of course, the skirt rode up my legs, and I am sure I exposed the meaty part of my thighs. Mr. Perry was looking like all men do, to see what he could see up my skirt. When his eyes finally met mine, that smile again made me a good deal uncomfortable.
"Where did you go to college, Mrs. Conners?"
I told him, but added, "Please call me, Fiona."
He responded with, "Only if you call me, Ben, Fiona."
Just the way he said my name gave me goosebumps. He added, "Fiona, I know an Admissions Administrator at that school, and if need be, I can pull a few strings to get Carrie into your Alma Mater."
"That would be wonderful."
"There is one problem. The administrator does not like me asking too many favors for admission, and I have already made two this year. I am not sure she will go along with it."
He got up from his desk and sat down on the couch with me. Ben being this close to me on a sofa with my skirt only covering half of my thighs made me uneasy. I was a forty-year-old with a daughter going to college, and I felt like a teenager because of this man. I just knew my nipples were plastered against my tight purple dress. This time, it wasn't from the overhead fan. My hand was resting on the couch, and he put his hand on mine, patting it and saying. "Don't worry, we will get her into your college someway. Maybe I could instruct you in the lessons, and then you could tutor her. Then with our help, she would get in the right way without all the favors."
What he just said made my panties wet, and because of it, I readily agreed.
"Good then, Fiona, let's give it a try. I will call you to set up an appointment for your instruction."
"Where would we do it?"
"We could easily do it in my apartment, Fiona."
My heart skipped a beat, and it wasn't about the instruction but from a different interpretation of what he said. I was letting my imagination run away from me - or was I? There was one way to find out, and I did not hesitate by saying, "That is fine with me."
He stood up, and I scooted off the couch, my skirt ever riding higher while he admired my thighs. He took my hand to shake it. He held onto it after he was done, shaking it. He said, "Fiona, I look forward to being with you." I melted one more time but left. If he was trying to get into my panties, he was coming close to doing it.
*
I arrived home, went straight to our bedroom, and changed. I did not want Frank to see me in this dress with all its problems, or should I say advantages. Frank wasn't home, one of those late poker parties when the host had his wife Gloria to be the waitress. I always wondered why she was. She was cute as a button, but I guess they liked to ogle her. Carrie burst into our bedroom, wanting to know how it went with her teacher. I was thankful that I had put my bra on because she saw my purple dress lying on the bed. There was no sense in giving her ideas.
I told her that I may tutor her, which went over like a lead balloon. I did not tell her about my private instruction. The only thing I did say was, "You never told me how handsome your homeroom teacher was."
"Aw, mother, not you too."
"What do you mean?"
"Every girl, woman, and gay guy goes nuts over him in that school."
"And you don't?"
"Not my type, mom."
The conversation was over, except that my daughter was not happy about her mother being a tutor for her.
*
Ben sent me a text asking for the best night I could come for our get-together. I texted him back that Wednesdays were good for me. That was Frank's poker night, and they lasted long into the morning. That meant I had plenty of time for Ben's instructions and anything else he had in mind. His return text set in for eight that next Wednesday evening. I was excited like a school girl thinking about what to wear to make a boy want to do things to you. Ben had seen a lot of me already, but it is always wise to make things easy on a man. It never takes much to get a man excited, and I plan to do that to him. I really did not want to be the first to touch him like that, but I wanted it to happen after he boldly felt me. A low-cut blouse with no bra was in order and the shortest skirt I owned. Frank never liked me to wear that out of the house, as he thought it showed too much of his wife's assets. Besides heels, I decided that was all I was going to wear for my instructions.
If Frank knew that I had worn that skirt to a fast food joint and sat at a table sideways wearing that skirt with no panties, he would have had a heart attack. My friend, Melisa, and I got that brainy idea after drinking too much wine one afternoon. We dared each other to wear a short skirt with no panties and flash men in a fast food joint. We both did, and she wound up having an affair with a man she flashed. I had plenty of propositions sitting there, letting them look where they wanted to go.
The one I remember that most was an older woman coming up to me and said, "Honey, anytime you want to share that with me, let me know. I know I could make it happy." She then gave me a card with her number on it. I still have it, and that was a long time ago when Melisa and I were young and newly married. We would tell each other in detail what our new husbands would do to us. I was jealous of her with what her hubby was doing to her, but that is life.
I was nervous as hell driving over to Ben's apartment, feeling the coolness on me under my skirt. The only thing I had in my hand when I knocked on his door was a notebook and pen. An older woman answered the door, and I was taken back. She told me to come in. Ben entered and said that this was his aunt Gert, and she lived with him. My heart sank. All these grand thoughts about getting laid by this hunk went right out the window. He excused himself to go get his materials.
"Honey, I can see why he picked you. You will not be disappointed," holding her hands about eight inches apart and winking at me. She added, "Don't worry, sweetie, I won't get in the way. You have fun." Did he confide in her that he was going to sleep with me? My disappointment quickly changed to a feeling again of a woman about to be made love to. Once again, I ached for him.
Ben returned as aunt Gert disappeared into another room. He was all mine again.
"OK, Fiona, let's get started."
He sat down on his couch and patted the seat next to him for me to sit next to him. I was hoping he would sit across from me to show him what I did not have on. His closeness was good enough. All through my instruction, his touches were welcomed. I was getting hornier and hornier by being by him and feeling touch me innocently. I could only think of one thing, and it wasn't Carrie's lessons. I wanted him to fuck me.
He placed the lessons on my lap, and the clipboard end rested against my mound. When he emphasized a point, he would press on the clipboard, and my pussy would feel the full effect. A couple of times, he brushed away my hair from my face. I was getting so worked up and did not want to continue with those dumb lessons. He got up and said, "Time for a refill," and left for the kitchen. Aunt Gert appeared in one of the doorways. She pointed at the kitchen. She took her first finger and touched it to the tip of her thumb, which made a circle. She placed her other finger in the ring and moved it back and forth. She then pointed to the kitchen again. It was clear she wanted me to let Ben fuck me. She disappeared one more time. I moved my skirt higher to show more leg. Ben returned and did look at my thighs. He sat down and placed the lessons one more time on my lap.
When Ben turned a page on the book, he had on my lap, the bottom of his fingers rested against my thighs. I opened my legs a little, hoping he would explore the softness of my inner thighs. His hand resting there made me very uneasy, good uneasy. I was tempted to take his hand and moved it where I wanted to be touched. The lessons continued, and I knew I was leaking on my skirt. He once had to reach across me to pick up a paper that had dropped. He used his hand on my arm to steady himself. His thumb rested on my breast. He casually moved his thumb, stroking the side of my boob. After all this torment of me, he got up again for what reason I had no idea. Aunt Gert appeared one more time. She had something in her mouth, and it looked like a banana. She moved it in and out of her mouth and then pointed where Ben had gone. It then dawned on me aunt Gert wanted to watch Ben and me having sex. At that point, I didn't care who watched. I wanted so bad for him to fuck me.
Ben came back into the room and handed me a packaged condom. He asked, "Would you like to put this on me?" I swooned. He did want to fuck me.
"Ben, that won't be necessary. I can't get pregnant anymore."
He sat down next to me and kissed me. His hands were underneath the blouse I had worn, and he caressed my breasts, making my nipples ache. His hand went from there to my thighs. His touch of my inner thigh was electrifying. Only his first touch of my pussy was more of a jolt. He said to me, "Fiona, may I fuck you?"
"Oh god, yes."
Never had I given of myself so willingly. Ben's cock was out, and it was the biggest I ever had. I kissed it and sucked on it, but Ben wanted to fuck me. He enters a most willing partner. It was wonderful all the way to the end. At the doorway, his aunt Gert watched me have an orgasm. She seemed as happy as I was. Ben and I spent the evening forgetting about lessons and making love over and over. He ate me much of the delight of aunt Gert, and I sucked him, swallowing his cum. That seemed to please his aunt too. I had to get home before Frank got home from his poker game.
I had showered and heard the front door close. I went to investigate, and my daughter was heading towards her bedroom.
"Kind of late, sweetheart."
"Mom, I am eighteen, headed for college. I might ever stay up until 2 am."
"Don't get smart, young lady. We got to start your lessons tomorrow."
"If you want."
*
I was nervous about the lessons. I hadn't heard much of Ben's. I was more interested in getting laid. I did start asking the questions. Carrie got them all correct. What was going on here? She knew every answer.
Carrie was giggling. I asked, "Why are you laughing?" She held up her hand and put the tip of her first finger in a circle. Her other hand's finger entered the ring, and she started moving her finger back and forth.
"Carrie, that is not funny!"
"Just call me aunt Gert, mom."
"Aunt Gert?"
"Last night, I was aunt Gert, mom."
"What the hell do you mean?"
Carrie explained that three of his students dress up as aunt Gert for Mr. Perry. He likes us to ensure that his 'date' knows what he is after.
"Carrie, what do you get out of this?"
"Now, what do you think, mom?"
"Carrie, how did you fool your own mother?"
"Mom, what did you think I signed up for Drama Class. They tell me I am a pretty good actress."
"Why do that to me, Carrie?"
"I wanted you to get laid just like daddy is."
"What do you mean?"
"Poker night, my ass. Todd says they are all fucking his mother."
"Gloria?"
"Gloria..."
Of course, my daughter had the straight skinny about Gloria. She and I were both fucking Ben. The poker night became more lively at our house as I served as a waitress, among other things, and I made Frank think it was all his idea...
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