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It went on that way for the best part of a year. Myra would often go for the two-mile walk to Eric Copley’s house arriving at 6:40 after his last piano student left. He would play for her and on her knees under the keyboard of the piano, she would listen, sucking his partially hard penis as he played. They would go to the Greek diner for supper and come back to his house where they would enjoy all the varieties of sex that he could give her without getting a full erection. Using dildos, his fingers, and his tongue he was still adept at triggering numerous orgasms. In the morning they would have breakfast together and she would walk the two miles back to her house where she would prepare for a day of piano students at the university.
By the end of the year Myra, though as sexually satisfied as she could be sans fucking, had finally become completely accepting of the loss of her husband. She knew that her activities with Eric would continue if his age permitted him to be interested in pursuing them. But she had finally come to the point where she craved an erect penis to plow her furrow. She wanted sex but dreaded the aspect of going through the dating scene that might complicate the tender state of her life.
It was one of those days when good Karma was in the air. Myra was in her office at the university grading test papers. With thoughts of Eric’s barely potent attentions invading her thoughts she couldn’t keep her mind on her work. His inability to fuck her allowed room for fantasies, of some rigid but unknown cock filling her pussy. There was a spirited rap on the door which opened. Garven Milroy poked his head in and said, “Would it be alright if I came in and talked with you for a little bit Mrs. Cratterfield?”
Ready for any diverting interruption she sighed, gave him a welcoming smile, and said, “I have these tests to grade but I SO need to clear my mind, Garven. You might just be the godsend that I need to get back on track seat young man. Come in and take a seat.”
Since Nancy had taken over the assignment for Garven’s instruction she paid little attention to him. Surprised at how much more mature he looked; the previously mousy young man was acting in a much more accomplished manner. Nancy had been checking in regularly with her and filling her in on the music on which they were working. She also included a bit of gossip about what was going on with Garven and the cheerleaders at school. Just shows what a little sex with the right girl will do for a boy she thought. “You’ll be graduating high school in the spring, won’t you Garven?” she said.
“Yes Mrs. Cratterfield, that’s the reason I came in to talk with you. I should have made an appointment with your secretary but...”
Myra raised her eyebrows and said, “Gosh Garven that sounds so formal. I remember when your parents brought you to me ... you were six weren’t you?”
“Six and a half,” he said.
She chuckled and said, “That’s close enough. Anyway, I’ve missed seeing you.” She didn’t realize how much she was smiling. He had grown so and was beginning to look like a man. “I like the idea of you just sticking your head in the door and asking me if you could come in and talk. My, my, my how much you have grown, and how handsome you look. Don’t hesitate to come in anytime if you don’t make a pest out of yourself.” she laughed. “What’s on your mind?”
“Well Mrs. Cratterfield, like you said I’ll be graduating in the spring and am looking to go to college in the fall and...”
With an appreciative smile, she interrupted, “And you want me to write a letter of recommendation to Julliard or Eastman, Indiana University, or Curtis in Philadelphia? You’re good enough to go to any of those schools, ya know. I’d be pleased to write letters to each one of those. They’re the best.”
Garven rolled his eyes and gave her a hopeful smile. “I would like to come here for a couple of years to get my feet wet Mrs. Cratterfield. I’ve talked with several people, and they have told me that your lab program is at least as good as any of those schools.”
That people on the outside were talking about her music program made the hair stand up on the back of Myra’s neck. “My goodness,” she said, “that’s high praise.”
“Anyway, Mrs. Cratterfield I came in to ask if you could give me a letter of recommendation for this school. I want to become a music teacher, not as good as you but um ... You’re very good you know.”
Although pleased with the praise she felt discomfort in accepting it. “So, you’re not looking for a career as a performer?” She knew he didn’t have the temperament for it, but she didn’t want to discourage him from at least trying to become a performance artist.
“Nancy and I have talked about it a good bit Mrs. Cratterfield. She talked me out of it ... said that I don’t have the temperament to be a performance artist.”
Myra remembered discussing it with Nancy. “We never know if advising a student to try and follow a performance career is right or not,” she said. “One thing though Garven, just like college athletes, very few performance musicians make it to the top. Teaching was good for me; I have my private students which I can’t take any more of and I have my career here at the university. I make a very good living this way. Also, I love to see students like you pass on their knowledge and expertise to other young people who want to make a career in music. Teaching is a much safer way to succeed in music than performing. It is extremely satisfying AND you can make a particularly good living at it.”
She remembered when the young Milroy was in her lab class and how the infatuated teenager used to gawk so lustfully at her. And here was that very same youth coming to talk with her about his career. At the time she was so committed to her husband but couldn’t help feeling sorry for the horny adolescent who couldn’t mask the bulge in his pants. She remembered thinking that, for such a young boy, his bulge seemed overly massive for a boy of that age. When she married Doug, she made a vow to stop having sex with her piano teacher Eric Copley, who was endowed in such a magnificent way. It was a vow that was difficult to keep while her husband was away.
It was Copley himself who had introduced her to Garven when he was just a boy—he was one of her earliest students. For Myra young Milroy was such a golden find. He was eager to learn and had a latent talent for the piano that few people were blessed with. By the time he reached puberty, she knew that he was painfully shy socially. Yet he was so at ease when he was at the keyboard. Their relationship had developed beyond just that of teacher and student, it was like she was an aunt or an older sister.
Her husband was far away at the beginning of a thirteen-month deployment and Myra was a highly sexed woman. But as a wife, she had a profound sense of loyalty to her man in Viet Nam. It became touchy for her when the gawky youth, whom she had come to love like a little brother, was showing signs of sexual desire for her. It was an uncomfortable situation that she had to deal with. It was then that she had the idea to let Nancy Butler take over as Garven’s lab instructor. Nancy was a girl that Myra knew was promiscuous. It was a perfect solution for continuing good teaching and removing the sexual component from her situation yet providing a sexual release for the clueless youth who showed such promise at the piano.
Nancy was a piano student of Myra’s. She was a sophomore at the university and had become a teaching assistant in the music department under Myra. She knew that Nancy was a sexually active young woman who was just a few years older than young Milroy. She couldn’t help Garven out of his shyness by having sex with him herself, which would have been considered such a taboo thing, so she plotted to have Nancy take on the project. On that first afternoon Garven and Nancy were together in the music lab she was both shocked and amused when the boy came running out of the lab in a state of panic. It turned out that Nancy went for that big bulge when they were on the piano bench together and tried to get it out of his pants. It didn’t take long for Nancy to work out the “social” problem and it pleased Myra that not only was Garven learning piano at the same pace, but his time with Nancy also seemed to have both erased his shyness and stopped his gawking.
At the moment Myra looked at her watch and said, “My goodness Garven it’s after six o’clock, we’ve been talking for an hour and a half. I shouldn’t have run on like this.”
Sorry that his time was over with her Garven said, “So you will do it, write a rec for at the school here?”
She grinned and said, “Piece of cake Garven, you’ve always been one of our best students. This college would love to have you as a student. And you’re already good enough to be a teaching assistant. But that can’t happen until after your first quarter.” She chuckled. “Rules, you know?”
As Garven was thanking her and getting ready to leave she said. “Unless you have someplace that you need to be, what would you say to me if I invited you to have dinner with me? Nothing special, just Nikko’s the Greek Diner a few blocks away. I’ve been going there with a friend quite a bit. You know him, Eric Copley?”
There were a few things Garven remembered about Copley that didn’t sit well with him. First, when he was asking his parents to let him take piano lessons when he was young, he recalled how the name Eric Copley kept coming up as “the best.” He remembered how disappointed he was when Copley had refused to take him as a student (his schedule wouldn’t allow another student) and he had to take an assistant, which was Myra Briggs. At first, he was resentful that Myra was teaching him instead of Copley. Secondly, Nancy Butler, during their long association and their accompanying sex, told of her sexual circumstances with Copley. Garven was jealous about that. Finally, because Myra had recommended Copley as a way for Nancy to resolve her teenage pregnancy issue, he had a bad feeling that Myra might have been involved with Copley sexually as well. Otherwise, how else would Myra know that Copley had a friend that could arrange an abortion? So, he had numerous bad feelings about Eric Copley.
From puberty, he had a crush on Myra and had always fantasized that there could be something more with her than just being a piano teacher. After she married Doug Cratterfield, he was hurt that she took him out of the equation by turning him over to Nancy Butler. But that issue was quickly resolved the first time Nancy went down on him at the piano bench. It was Nancy who was responsible for socializing him and filling the awkward youth with a sexual sophistication that turned him into a virtual Don Juan at school. And it was Nancy who kept telling him that Myra Cratterfield liked him a lot, which he had trouble believing. When her husband was killed in Viet Nam Garven hurt so badly for her when he saw how devastated she was. But as she progressed through her mourning period, he hoped that she might pay more attention to him.
From the time Nancy had introduced the adolescent Milroy to sex and helped mature him and through his experience with Melody Jenks and the rest of the cheerleaders at school, he hoped that Myra would recognize that he had become more mature. Now, she seemed interested in talking with him, asking him about Nancy and if he was interested in girls at school. More surprisingly than anything she asked him to go to dinner with her. “I ... I would love to have dinner with you Ms. Cratterfield,” he said. His knees almost gave out on him.
They walked out together, went into the parking garage and Myra got into her car. She leaned over and pulled up the lock on the passenger’s side. Garven opened his door and got in. She could tell how nervous he was. “You know Garven,” she said, “I’ve often wished that I had taken a little more time to know you away from piano lessons. But you were always so shy. Like you I guess, I had to take a little time to grow up. I wasn’t comfortable enough at the time to know what to say.” The explanation seemed to ease the nervousness written on his face. “That’s why I decided to have Nancy work with you. She’s a natural at making people feel at ease, don’t you think?”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, remembering how shocked he was when Nancy gave him the blowjob in the music room ... and how his outlook on things changed so much because of what they had been doing together since.
“I can tell how much more confident you are,” Myra said. “And it seems that you and Nancy have become pretty good friends (She knew many of the details).” Nancy had been giving her a complete account of what had been going on. Myra didn’t know that Nancy told Garven that she liked him so much. There was no question that if she wasn’t married and committed to being a loyal wife, there might have been some hanky-panky when she found out how much Nancy was enjoying him, but she was committed to her situation.
“Actually,” Garven said, “we’re best friends. We tell each other everything.”
It was only a few minutes by car to Nikko’s. When they went in Nikko said, “Hi Myra,” in his heavy Greek accent. She introduced Garven as her “most promising student, who has just decided to come to Hutchins University.” When they sat down, they looked over the menu. Myra recommended the pork chops. While waiting for their food she asked him about his parents, how he was doing in school, and if he had a girlfriend. “Oh, you said Nancy is your best friend.”
“But she’s not my girlfriend,” he said while thinking we just fuck each other’s brains out as the need arises. “She told me I should be looking for a sweet girl that I can have a lot of respect for.”
Myra had had that conversation with Nancy. “Are you looking for someone like that?”
“I went out for a while with the head cheerleader at our school. Then all the cheerleaders wanted me to go out with them.” He blushed. “But I never really like them Mrs. Cratterfield.” Nancy had filled her in about those girls and how they were attracted to Garven because of his endowment. “There is a girl who has asked me to go to a dance with her at her youth group at church, Agatha McMaster. She’s sweet.”
Smiling broadly Myra said, “I know Agatha. I gave her piano lessons for a couple of years. She is sweet Garven. She told me she wanted to learn to play the piano because she wanted to become a minister’s wife ... that minister’s wives had to know how to play the piano.” She chuckled. “She was a little young to have those kinds of goals but...”
“No,” Garven said, “she’s a religious girl; I bet she really would like to be a minister’s wife.”
Myra reached across the table and touched his hand, looked deeply into his eye, and said, “Well you be careful young man, and don’t try to lead that girl astray.” When Garven’s face turned beet-red from embarrassment she knew she had said the wrong thing. With Nancy giving her such vivid details of what was going on between the two of them she figured that the boy might have gone wild sexually with every girl.
Surprised that his teacher would intimate that he said, “I ... I would never do that Mrs. Cratterfield.” Though he had had so many sexual thoughts about Myra he wanted her opinion of him to be that of an honorable person. “I would never try to make a girl do something that she didn’t want to do ... I mean.”
Myra touched his hand and said, “That’s a wonderful thing to hear a boy say ... and mean it, it’s very sweet.” Something in her eyes seemed to be telling him that she liked him very much, which both settled him in an unsettling way and excited him.
When dinner was over, she said, “I’ll drive you home.”
“You don’t need to Mrs. Cratterfield. I only live a few blocks away.”
He was puzzled by her immediate response, “No, no Garven, I insist.”
This time she unlocked and opened his door for him then went around and got in on the driver’s side, something he had learned to do for women. He was puzzled. Having been schooled by his mother and father to act like a gentleman it was his responsibility to tend to the female’s door. Since his ninety-minute meeting with her though, everything had been skewed in an entirely different direction. As she put the key into the ignition, she looked over at him with a look he was no longer trying to decipher. He had been with enough girls who wanted to make it with him to know that Myra Cratterfield was giving him the same kind of eye. Though he was pleasantly shocked he couldn’t deny that his long lusted-for music teacher was trying to seduce him.
When she smiled over at him it was no longer the accepting smile of a piano teacher for her student. It was a statement of intent. At this moment, their roles had become reversed. Both had come to grips with an influence that neither one was inclined to deny. It must have been the teacher who initiated the hug. Garven merely returned it. “It’s hard to explain Garven,” she said, taking responsibility for her strange actions, “These feelings have been bubbling for a long time. I’m taking you home with me so that we can sort them out, ok?” His answer was a compliant murmur.
Wasting no time, she sat back in her seat: fastened her seatbelt, turned the key in the ignition, and started the short trek. As she drove with no conversation, silence hardened both of their intents, not to mention Garven’s penis—the car and garage were sexual components of events to come. In the house, Myra took both of Garven’s hands and scanned his face. With a sheepish but naughty grin, she shook her head as if to say, “Now look what we have gotten ourselves into.”
It was awkward for both as their eyes assessed one another’s. Myra thought My God, what kind of person have I become to be using this boy in this way? Garven thought I can’t believe this is happening. But since Myra had engineered his relationship with Nancy Butler, he had become a confident young man who was the object of so many of his female classmate’s desires. Taking his hands from Myra’s he opened his arms and invited her to his embrace. Seeing relief in her face for his welcoming action he hugged her and said, “I think it is going to be alright Mrs. Cratterfield.”
Just before their lips met, she said, “Myra ... at least here Garven.”
Sparks exploded the fuel of their pent-up passion and their kisses demanded ardent fondling. Moans and gasps expressed the wonder of these two unlikely lovers being together like this. He caressed Myra’s breasts; she groped his cock. He explored his teacher’s sodden vagina. As they worked their way down the hallway clothes littered the floor until naked and aroused; they were hugging and groping each sex. Though Myra had been told by Nancy what a stud Garven had become she took his hand, and in stunned consciousness, led him into her bedroom. For her, in this position, it was natural to cup a male’s buttocks and drop to her knees. But as the extent of his cock filled her eyes and mind, she looked up at him and said, “Oh Garven, do you know what you’ve got here?” Not waiting for an answer, she took him into her mouth and began bobbing.
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