1 comments/ 9689 views/ 1 favorites The Importance of Education Ch. 01 By: LexiRoseLexi Authors note: This is a reader request story and I hope I do his ideas justice. Please note the first few chapters will be purely plot and character development so bear with me. Any errors are entirely mine, feel free to point out as the story develops if something seems unlikely or unrealistic, as this is not an area in which I have any RL experience. Lexi x Brad knew he was in trouble when he got the rejection letters from both his first, second and third choice colleges. It wasn't as if he was majorly bummed at being turned down as such - academically he knew he was never going to be some superbrain – but he'd been kind of looking forward to getting away from his old-fashioned parental units and having some fun with his buddies. I mean honestly, no one else had to put up with parents like his. It was ridiculous, them and their stupid rules - 10pm curfew, no parties, no drinking – he was 18 years old for godsake, his friends all thought he was a freak, and last time he'd snuck out he'd been caught falling through his window at 3am and grounded for a month. The pitying looks he'd got as he was dropped off and picked up from school each day had been the final straw, so when it was time for college applications, he'd picked the three furthest from home. The look on his mum's face when he'd told her had almost changed his mind, but when he'd started raving about the quality of education and the extra curricular activities she'd changed her mind. In fact it had been her who'd manage to talk his dad around. His dad, of course, had wanted him to go to the same college as he had, but 100 miles away wasn't far enough for Brad. That was still visiting distance. Stuffing the last of the letters under the mattress he pinned a bright smile on his face, rapidly trying to think of a solution that would let him escape this hell hole without admitting that he'd flunked pretty much all of his exams. Maybe he could just get a job, move up north and take night classes. That way he'd still have a certificate to show them. Or maybe he could just buy one off the internet and gloss over anything that didn't entirely match what he'd told them. Attempting to think 'happy and excited' instead of 'watching his life go down the drain' he walked down to breakfast. And that was another stupid rule, who cared if breakfast was the most important meal of the day, who cared if families were supposed to eat together, why on earth should he have to wake up at 6am on a day when there was no school and no reason to get up. All of his friends would still be lying happily in their beds sleeping off last nights parties, and he had to get up and force down cereal whilst making polite conversation about current events. He had to get out of here and soon before he lost his mind. Sitting at the table lost in thought, Brad wondered how on earth he was going to finesse this. It wasn't until his mum put her hand on his arm that he realised he was supposed to be being sociable. Looking up he realised they were both staring at him, waiting for him to say something. "Sorry Mum, Dad," he apologised, kicking himself for not paying attention, "my mind was elsewhere. What did you say?" There was a pause as his mums expression changed from worried to sympathetic and his dads mood turned visibly blacker. Of course it was his dad who spoke first, before his mum interrupted. "Your mind's elsewhere?" He bellowed, "seems like it's been elsewhere for the whole year! What an earth were you thinking?" Confused, Brad tried to work out what his dad was talking about. It couldn't be college, he'd only just read the letter himself, and after that one time he'd made sure to 'stay' at a friends house if there was going to be alcohol involved, had they found out? No, they couldn't have, Pete's mum certainly wouldn't have said anything. She agreed with him about the stupid rules. Well maybe not agreed as such but certainly sympathised. Pete's mum was cool like that. "I think," Brads mum said gently, her voice full of worry, "that what your father is trying to say is, have you given any thought to what you're going to do now?" What he was going to do now? Well given the choice he was going to finish breakfast as quickly as possible and get on the phone to Pete to find out what the hell was happening! Looking over at the pair of them though, he didn't think that was the right answer. His mum placed her hand lightly on his forearm, patting it sympathetically. "Don't pander to the boy!" His dad bit out angrily, "it's his own fault." His own fault? What were they talking about? And why did his mum look like her pet dog had been run over, he hadn't killed anyone, he hadn't robbed a bank or anything. What had he done that was so bad? "Either way," his dad continued gruffly, "I think he's done quite enough damage for one day." Picking up the newspaper, he signalled the end of the conversation. Opening his mouth to say something, Brad caught himself as he saw his mum subtly shaking her head. Oh man, whatever it was he was in real trouble now. *** Deciding it would be a good idea to stay out of sight, Brad had spent the day in his room, tidying and reorganising his shelves and closet before settling down in front of the computer to write a CV. Any thoughts he had had about telling his parents had been wiped, the mood his dad was in at the moment it wasn't worth the risk. Instead he'd decided he was going to have to get a job and save enough money to get a place of his own. In the meantime, he'd keep his head down, carry on the pretence of going to college and hope they didn't ask any probing questions. Why did they have to be so damn controlling? A ping from his instant messanger pulled his attention back to the computer screen. Hey dude, how's tricks? Awful man, parentals on the warpath and college is a no go. Sucks balls dude. So take it you won't be at Sally's party tonight then? Fat chance of that, you know what they're like, have more freedom in prison than here man. Well it's an option... just saying ;) How about no? At least here I can bend over in the shower without having to worry. Hahaha hahahahaha. Have fun dude. Laters. Laters. Damnit! Sally was the hottest girl in school and for some weird reason she'd hunted him down in the corridors during first break in order to personally invite him to her party. He'd rapidly assured her that nothing could possibly keep him away and he'd almost fainted when she'd giggled and said she was looking forward to getting to know him better. That cheeky wink as she turned to leave had convinced him that 'getting to know her' was something he would very much enjoy doing, if only he could figure out some way of getting out of the house undetected. Somehow, he didn't think 'staying at Pete's' would work so well this time and since that drunken escapade a safety lock had been fitted on his window to 'prevent accidents'. A child lock. Major embarrassment. Sometimes he wondered what planet his parents lived on. Hearing his mum call out that lunch was ready, he shut down the laptop and made his way downstairs. Taking his seat, he was a little perturbed to see the way his mum avoided making eye contact as she served up the delicious smelling roast. He could see her cheeks turning red as she noticed that he'd noticed before she resolutely started cutting up her meat, her gaze firmly fixed on the meal in front of her. His dad, on the other hand, had no such problem, his glare burning a hole in the side of Brads head as he took a leaf from his mums book and silently shovelled food into his mouth, eyes downturned. This was bad. This was real bad. Finishing his food, he stood to take his plate to the kitchen. A curt "Sit!" from his dad had him dropping rapidly back to his seat, the plate clattering loudly against the table top in the silence. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He waited for something more, but his dad carried on eating his food calmly, as if nothing had happened. Pushing her chair back from the table, his mum stood, leaving her half eaten dinner on the table as she bolted from the room. Staring after her in shock, Brad gulped nervously. Part of him wanted to run after her, he was sure he'd seen tears in her eyes, but the glare fixed on him from the other side of the table kept him glued to his seat. Dread bubbled up inside him as he waited to hear what he'd done wrong. He'd never seen his dad like this, he was always so calm and controlled. This version scared him a little. Finally, his dad placed his cutlery neatly on his empty plate and stood to leave, indicating with a nod of his head that Brad should follow. It was the silence that was most intimidating, Brad thought, mealtimes were never silent, it was against the rules. Suddenly he felt a longing for all the rules, even the really stupid childish ones. Without them he felt lost and uncertain. Somehow the boundaries had changed and he didn't know where they were any more. He didn't like it, he didn't like it at all. His dad led him into his study and closed the door behind him. Sitting behind the large oak desk, he pointed to the chair in front and Brad sat down, feeling like he was sitting in the Principals office again. His fathers next words didn't do much to dispel that image. "I received a phone call today," he started ominously, "would you care to take a guess what it was regarding?" Not wanted to drop himself in even more trouble by venturing the wrong suggestion, Brad remained silent. Waiting. "Fine!" His dad bit out after what felt like an hour to Brad. "As you're not willing to discuss this as an adult, I'll stop attempting to treat you like one." Brad opened his mouth to protest but snapped it closed as his father gave him a quelling look. "As you've spectacularly failed to get into any of the colleges you applied to, your mother and I agree that we've obviously been too lenient on you in the past." Too lenient? Brad thought angrily, what world did they live in? "Your mother," his dad continued forcefully, "is extremely worried about you, and so this morning I spoke to the Principal of my old college, St Mary's. "Luckily for you, he's willing to take you on trust, providing you spend the remainder of the summer improving your grades to the required standard." Oh God this was worse than he'd suspected. St Mary's plus summer school. His life was over if any of his friends found out about this. "I've arranged for you to lodge with a friend of mine whilst you're at college. Hopefully having an adult around will make you work harder and pay attention to your studies. "Her name is Miss Lily and she taught me a lot when I was your age. Whilst you're staying with her, I expect you to do exactly as she tells you so there'll be none of this sneaking around at night drinking and partying. I've had to call in a lot of favours to get you this opportunity and I won't have you worrying your mother any more than you already have. Do I make myself clear?" Fucking great! Brad thought Now I get to spend three years living with some spinster librarian, who's even stricter than my bloody parents, and best of all only lives just over an hour away. So much for escape, all I've got is a different prison. "Do you understand?" his dad asked again in a menacingly soft voice, somehow it sounded even more threatening than if he'd shouted. "Yes," Brad answered sullenly. It's not like he had any choice in the matter it seemed, didn't mean he had to like it though. "Good," his father replied in that same quiet voice. "Go and pack your bags, we'll leave in an hour." What the...? Leave in an hour? But he had Sally's party to go to tonight, he couldn't just stand her up like that, she'd never speak to him again! One look at his dad convinced him that arguing was not a good idea, he'd have to figure a way to get back again later, maybe Pete's mum would pick him up or something. He was not missing that party for anything. Stomping upstairs sulkily he fumed silently as he threw clothes willy nilly into his backpack. How did he know what he'd need, it's not like he'd started planning this, he'd thought he had a good two months before he even needed to worry about packing. Laptop, clothes, hell he didn't even know what course he'd been signed up to, calculator and pens obviously, notepad, textbooks, he guessed, as he'd flunked pretty much all of his subjects. Stupid bloody parents. Stupid bloody college. Stupid bloody Miss Lily! *** Brad had never been so glad of his phone than he was now, as he sat in the car arranging how to get to the party tonight. His dad, in the drivers seat, glanced over occasionally but didn't speak and that was fine with Brad, he had more important things to worry about. Like how he was going to escape from the dragon/witch guarding the gate of his new prison. With any luck, she'd be so elderly she'd drift off to sleep around 6ish and he'd be able to sneak past her with ease and be back before she woke up. Pulling up outside a large, detached stone house, Brad let out a low whistle. The dragon must be loaded to afford something like this. It was three stories high and almost as wide as it was high, kind of like a miniature mansion in the centre of town, and it screamed 'money'. Maybe living here wouldn't be so bad. Better than sharing a cramped apartment like he'd been expecting and it would be fantastic for parties. The old bat had to go out sometime right? As his dad started unloading the boot of the car the front door opened, revealing a rather attractive, middle aged, dark haired lady, dressed all in black. Curious, Brad wondered if she was a maid, or perhaps Miss Lily's nurse/companion. He'd never really gone for older women before but he figured for her he'd make an exception, she was curved in all the right places, round, squeezable boobs, hips you could grab hold of, and in between, a tiny, tiny waist. He squinted, wondering if she was wearing some kind of corset thing underneath that dress, surely that couldn't be natural. A case dropped on his toes brought him back to reality and he muttered a curse under his breath. "Stop staring," his dad hissed, "and give me a hand with your bags. Miss Lily is waiting for us." The Importance of Education Ch. 02 Grabbing a suitcase in each hand, Brad glared mutinously at his dad before trudging up the driveway in pursuit. Bloody parents, it's not like he wanted to be here, what was the rush anyway, the old bat wouldn't be going anywhere soon. Letting his cases fall on the top step he stood sulkily, waiting for someone to say something. Instead the woman standing there gave him an assessing look, her eyes scanning him from head to toe, a small frown appearing on her face as she did so. Stuck up cow, Brad thought as he returned the favour with the insolence of youth. He was tempted to let his gaze linger on her tits, even better looking now he was up close, but figured that would be pushing it a little. Even so, as his eyes drifted over them he felt his cock twitch in his pants, yeah he'd still do her, even if she was a bit past it and thought she was better than him. He'd have her screaming in no time he reckoned, all laced up and snobby like that, she'd probably never done it any way but missionary position with the lights off. Raising his gaze back up to her face, she caught his eye before staring blatantly at his crotch with a knowing look. Brad blushed slightly as her lingering stare made his cock harden even more, damn it two could play at this game. Very obviously, he lowered his eyes to her cleavage, watching as the nipples hardened into two little points, so she wasn't totally immune to him either. This could be fun. The sound of his dad clearing his throat interrupted Brads daydreams and he jumped as his dad grabbed him by both shoulders and thrust him in front. "As my son seems to be lacking in manners, let me introduce you. Brad, meet Miss Lily, a good friend of mine. Miss Lily, meet my son, Brad." Staring behind the woman, Brad tried to see where Miss Lily was hiding, blushing again as the woman held out a hand, shit, she was Miss Lily? Stuttering a hello, Brad reached out to shake her hand, his palm warm and clammy against her soft but firm grip. She held him for longer than he was comfortable with, staring deep into his eyes as she did so and he squirmed uncomfortably under her examination. Finally she seemed to see what she was looking for and released him abruptly, the unexpected suddenness of the action almost causing him to fall back down the stairs. She nodded at him dismissively before turning back to his father. "He'll do I suppose," she said somewhat rudely, "Show him to his room and then meet me in the study. We can talk while he unpacks." Pirouetting gracefully on her high heels, she strode off into the darkness of the house, her shoes clicking against the parquet, wood flooring. *** Bemused Brad stared up in confusion, he'd never heard anyone speak to his father in that way before, and she was totally not what he'd expected. Miss Lily. An old friend indeed, she can't have been much older than his father! He wondered if he should press for more information, but the mood his dad had been in all day he decided it would be wiser to keep his mouth zipped and do as he was told. Bending he grasped the handles of his cases, lifting them and looking expectantly at his father. Without a word his dad lifted the remaining cases and made his way into the house, Brad following closely behind. The entrance hall smelled of polish and not the damp musty scent he usually associated with old houses. The floor gleamed beneath his feet, the different colours in the wood making a complicated pattern and he dread to think how many hours were put into polishing this each day. In fact even contemplating how much cleaning was involved in keeping a house this size was enough to make his head spin. He hoped the dreaded Miss Lily wasn't expecting him to help out with that. If she was then she had another think coming, he wasn't here to be her slave. The staircase began in the middle of the hall and led up to swooping balconies that stretched over the length of the hall like a film set or something out of a horror movie. Brad shuddered, maybe all that late night TV hadn't been such a good idea. Watching the portraits on the walls carefully, he waited for eyes to start following him as he passed, then kicked himself for acting like such a kid. It was just a big old house, it wasn't even that creepy, although the clean thing, that was a bit scary but better than cobwebs and dust flying through dimly lit rooms he guessed. Turning left at the top of the stairs, his dad walked to a sturdy looking wooden door, tucked away at the end of the walkway. In comparison to the elaborate decoration of the rest of the house, this door was plain unvarnished wood, reinforced with iron strips and and rivets. On a hook next to the door hung a large, old fashioned iron key on a ring the size of his fist and Brad looked around nervously, noting that none of the other doors seemed to have locks on them. Reaching up, his dad used the key to unlock the door before hanging it back on the hook and disappearing into the gloom beyond. Sneaking a look around, Brad reassured himself that no one was watching before pocketing the key and following his dad. He didn't fancy the idea of being accidentally trapped if someone decided to lock up after him. The steps here were cold stone and the walls bare brick, lacking the fancy artwork of the lower floors. Brad guessed this must be the servants quarters and wondered why he'd been placed up here when there seemed, from his brief glances on the way up, to be plenty of empty rooms on the first floor that he could have used. Oh well, it didn't really matter, he supposed, and at least up here he'd be able to play his music as loud as he liked without having to listen to any complaints. The walls seemed thick enough to be reasonably soundproof if he kept the windows closed, and the windows themselves were double glazed, unusual in an old house but done in such a way as to still be in keeping with the rest of the building. None of those white plastic frames here, he thought. Finally reaching the top of the winding staircase he emerged into a large open space, thankfully, he noted, well equipped with electrical sockets for his laptop and other gadgets. No TV but he could watch it on his computer if he wanted, and that was another benefit, up here he could lock the door and watch porn and no one would be able to hear. Not like at home where sound travelled through the thin walls as if they weren't even there. The floor here was stone again, cold and uncarpeted, although there was a large fluffy rug in the centre of the room. There was a single bed in the corner, pushed up against the bare brick walls, and Brad realised he would have to be careful for the first few days until he got used to it here, otherwise he'd be waking up and taking huge chunks of skin from his forearms or worse every time he rolled over in his sleep. Against the opposite wall was a large wooden desk and beside that a wardrobe that was as wide as the bed was long. In front of that was the pile of bags that his dad had dropped unceremoniously on the floor. "Right then," his dad said clearing his throat nervously, "I guess I'd better leave you here to unpack and go down to speak with Miss Lily. I trust you can behave yourself for that long?" Intrigued by the way the mere mention of Miss Lily seemed to send his dad into a tizzy, Brad didn't answer. Now this was interesting, he smirked to himself, perhaps he would have to have a little chat with his dad when he got back, find out how 'good' a friend Miss Lily was, the dirty old perve. "I'll be fine," he replied quickly, starting to take things out of cases, willing him to leave now so that he could discuss this new development with Pete. Maybe Pete's mum knew something about the mysterious Miss Lily. Brad was sure his own mother wouldn't have let him come here if there was any funny business going on but perhaps she'd had the same idea as him, that Miss Lily was a little old spinster. He was sure his mother wouldn't approve of his dad spending time alone with the woman if she knew what she really looked like and the effect she had on him. And perhaps, he thought, I can use this to my advantage. A few choice words at the right time and surely his mum would demand he come straight home. Hmm, the possibilities. For the moment though, he needed to unpack and get Pete on the phone. No point jumping in without having all the facts, that would just make him look like an idiot. Pulling his clothes from his bag he began to put things away, not worrying particularly where they went, after all, with any luck he wouldn't be staying long. The Importance of Education Ch. 03 The knock on his door startled him out of his daydreams, his clothes put away long ago. He'd been a bit pissed off to realise there didn't seem to be any wifi here and that to get a signal on his phone he had to hang so far out of the window that he was scared he'd fall, but at least that meant he wouldn't send any drunken, embarrassing messages. Not that he did those kind of things obviously. But better safe than sorry. He had finally managed to get Pete's mum (via Pete) to agree to pick him up this evening at 9pm. It meant they'd be half an hour late for the party but he figured he'd need the time to convince Miss Lily that he was asleep, especially as it was almost 6pm already. His dad had been 'talking' almost an hour. He didn't think the old fart had it in him! His next dilemma had been how to get out unseen, his window was far too high to do anything stupid with bedsheets. Luckily, whilst he'd been hanging out trying to get a signal, he'd spotted a path leading up to the back of the house, and a path meant a back door. All he'd have to do would be to lock his room after him when he went out, then if Miss Lily got suspicious he could claim he hadn't heard her knocking. After all, the walls were very steep and the door was right at the bottom of the stair case. Relaying all of this to Pete, they'd agreed to meet him on the road behind the house. It involved a short trek across the back gardens but Brad figured it was no more than two minutes and he'd wear his trainers for that part to stop his shoes getting all muddy and ruined. Not that he was vain about his appearance, but this was Sally, and everyone knew Sally could have whoever she wanted. Brad planned on making sure that he was the one she wanted tonight. Stomping down the stairs he opened the door to see his dads face peering up at him. Was that a faint flush on his cheeks? Eew. Old people were so obviously disgusting at times. As he followed his dad down to the main hallway, he couldn't help but notice he was walking funny. Served him right, the dirty old perve. If Brad had spent an hour with Miss Lily it'd be her that'd be walking funny! Annoyingly his trousers tented again at that thought and he struggled to think of something to take his mind off it. Imagining his dad naked and rutting seemed to work well, his erection subsiding as he smirked at the thought of all that flabby middle aged flesh butting up against the trim and voluptuous Miss Lily. Damnit. Must not think of Miss Lily, he thought to himself as his dad pushed open a large oak door and ushered him quickly inside. This room smelled as weird as the rest, polish with an undertone of musty old books, probably from the bookcases that lined every wall but the one facing the back garden. Looking out, Brad spotted the path and guessed the back door must be just down the corridor from here, that helped his plans. Miss Lily was sitting on a leather sofa facing the garden, just the back of her head visible. From behind him, his dad cleared his throat nervously. "Umm, right then. I'll just leave you with Miss Lily then. Gotta be back home or your Mum'll be worrying. Remember to behave yourself okay?" Then, his father backed out of the room and closed the door behind him, his footsteps becoming fainter until Brad heard the heavy front door close in the distance. Confused, Brad remained where he was. What was that all about? His dad was being majorly weird today. Grown ups were like a different species sometimes, he thought with a exacerbated sigh. At the sound of that, Miss Lily seemed to stir, and, still facing the garden, she spoke in a soft voice quite different to the tone she'd used with his father. "Well don't just stand there boy, come and sit here, next to me where I can get a look at you." Nervously, Brad moved forward, looking for another chair but there was only the small, two seater sofa. Deciding he had no choice, Brad perched awkwardly on the very edge of the cushion, turning slightly to look at Miss Lily as he waited for her to say something more. He didn't have to wait long. "I gather," she said in that same soft but commanding tone of voice, "that you've become rather a worry to your dear mother." Her hand rested on his knee and she leaned towards him as she spoke, giving him a glimpse down her top. Accidentally he presumed, although the top perfectly framed to tops of her rounded creamy breasts. He squirmed a little, his cock springing uncomfortably back into action and she squeezed his knee, her long fingernails digging into the muscle of his flesh as she continued. "Is that true?" she questioned and Brad managed to squeak agreement, instantly ashamed of himself. Taking a calming breath, he replied properly. "My mother is concerned that I haven't been studying hard enough ma'am" he said, still a smidgen more high pitched than he would have liked. "And why is that?" Miss Lily asked probingly, reminding him of the school counsellor he'd had this same conversation with at the beginning of the year. "I believe it's because I failed to gain acceptance at any of the colleges I applied to ma'am," Brad replied nervously, as her grip on his knee became firmer still. "Well," she concluded, "I would say that was a fair assessment, having seen your grades myself. They are rather poor, bordering on abysmal in fact. So what do you plan on doing about it?" She leaned in closer as he began to talk and Brad caught a glimpse of her red, lacy bra as she did so. Stuttering slightly, he answered her. "I, I, well I guess, I mean I'll have to make more of an effort, study hard over the summer or something." "Or something," she agreed ominously. "Well as for the studying, I will help you with that. I tutor several students during the summer break and you can join their classes. I shall expect to see you in the morning. Lessons begin at 8am sharp and breakfast is served in the morning room at 6." With that, she released his leg and turned back to the garden. Sensing he was being dismissed, Brad hurried to his feet. "Thank you ma'am," he muttered as he turned to leave. "Brad," she said as he took his first step then froze. "Yes ma'am," he answered, afraid to turn back in case she saw the obvious bulge in the front of his pants, caused in large pants by her firm touch and those tantalising glances down the front of her dress. "My name is Miss Lily. Not Ma'am. I'd thank you to remember that." "Oh," he stuttered, "yes, of course ma'am, I mean Miss Lily. I'll do my best." "Good boy," she answered indulgently. "Run along now, I'm sure you have a lot to do this evening before lessons begin tomorrow." "Thank you ma'am, Miss Lily." Exiting the room as quickly as possible, Brad closed the heavy door behind him. Smirking silently to himself as he thought about just how much he had to do this evening. It seemed he wasn't required to attend dinner tonight and so he rushed back to his room to assemble everything he would need for the party, then went on a quick exploration, finding both the shower and the back door easily enough. Testing the door quickly, he was relieved to find it wasn't yet locked, but just in case he unlatched the closest window, letting the latch fall back to rest loosely against the frame so that he wasn't locked out but enough to pass a cursory examination by anyone who cared to check during the night. Then he hurried upstairs again to get ready. After all, he needed to look his best for Sally if he wanted to be in with a chance.