3 comments/ 55485 views/ 2 favorites Illicit Invitation By: PurrfectKitten22 Christy squirmed in her seat. The day was hot and dry and the classroom seemed as though it were an oven, cooking the inhabitants merrily and distracting them from their third installment of Destinos. Everyone was restless and she took some comfort in the fact that the desks and chairs were creaking as the students shifted about; it made her own movements indistinguishable. Not for the first time, she checked the clock; there was still a half hour to go. She couldn't wait to bolt from the room. At least this was sixth period and she could go home afterward. Sweat beaded up on her lip and she wiped it away, annoyed. There was little she could do about the droplets of sweat that collected between her breasts, or between her thighs. They were tickling her and she tried to press her cleavage together, if just to relieve the itch. She used her arms to press her breasts together a few times and it felt a little bit better. She looked up toward the clock again and felt her face grow hot as she saw her teacher looking down at her with a quizzical expression. She gulped loudly and her foot began to tap out of sheer nervousness. What she'd been doing couldn't have looked right. Her heartbeat sped up and she prayed for the end of class. After what seemed an eternity, the bell rang and the lights were turned back on. "I'd like you all to read chapter three for homework and do the odd numbered questions from the chapter review. Have a nice afternoon. I'll see you tomorrow." Christy jumped up from her desk and waited anxiously for the other students to file out of the classroom. Her last name started with a "B" and that meant she sat right up front which was not her favorite place to be. Given a choice, she would have chosen a chair right next to the exit, where at least she had a chance of getting some kind of breeze from outside. A hand lightly touching her shoulder caused her to jump. "It was a bit hot today, wasn't it?" Mr. J looked down at her with a knowing smile. "Yes sir it was." She waited, scared, for some kind of question about what she'd been doing but none came. "I'll see you tomorrow Christy." "See you." Christy walked home quickly, relieved that nothing embarrassing had happened. She spent the evening doing homework and relaxed by taking a nice cool shower. The crisp linen sheets on her bed felt wonderful and she settled herself there and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to claim her. It didn't. She waited for a few hours and tossed and turned. The once cool sheets became hot and warm with her body heat and she reoriented herself several times, trying to find a section that wasn't so uncomfortable. It wasn't working. Frustrated she got out of bed and lay down on the cool wooden floor. It felt amazing to her hot skin and she pulled off her clothing so that she could press herself to the chilled surface of the wood. It cooled her off quickly, though it was obviously too hard to sleep on. "If only I could do this in class," She murmured to herself. She could well imagine what would happen if she did. If she was as uninhibited as she wished she was, she would just do it and damn the consequences. She wondered how many days of detention she would have to serve, or whether they would just kick her out of school altogether. From the looks of it, Mr. J wouldn't mind too terribly. She blushed and shook her head, exasperated with herself. Lack of sleep is making me crazy, she thought to herself. Eventually she hauled herself back up into bed and managed to fall asleep just as the first rays of dawn crept across her comforter. All too soon the alarm went off and she forced herself to get dressed. She rummaged through her closet, searching for some jeans but couldn't find any that were clean. With a long suffering sigh she selected a skirt that she'd worn Junior year. Miraculously it still fit. Remembering how hot the previous day had been, she grabbed a green ribbed tank top that was form fitting but made of a thin, lightweight fabric. At least she would be able to keep cool. The day passed uneventfully though her predictions about the weather had been incorrect. Clouds had gathered in the sky and blocked the sun from view. A cool wind whipped around her as she walked across campus to her last class of the day, Spanish. She wrapped her arms around her and shivered and was glad to see that the classroom was warm, as usual. "Please get out your homework from last night. I'm going to be walking around and looking it over." Mr J informed the class. Christy pulled out her assignment and he scanned the pages of translations that she'd worked out the night before. "Very good," He murmured and initialed the top of her paper with a lazy scrawl. He moved on to the student behind her and she shoved the papers down into her backpack. After he'd gone around the class he dimmed the lights. "Now, we will move on to part four of Destinos." Christy leaned forward and crossed her arms over the desk. She rested her chin on her hands and was trying to pay attention to the overly dramatic Hispanic actors on the screen. She closed her tired eyes and opened them again. Everything was getting bleary. Maybe a tiny nap could go unnoticed... ~~~~~ Eli watched Destinos for what could have been the thousandth time in his career. He tried to give the students several different ways in which they could be immersed in the culture and language of Spanish. While the tapes were educational, they were over the top in a lot of ways. To someone unfamiliar with the language, it would be more difficult to pay attention than if it was in their native tongue. It was unsurprising to him, then, that a student could fall asleep while watching it. While it normally would have perturbed him to see a student do this, seeing Christy fall asleep at her desk wasn't as irksome as it could have been. He knew she was a good student and didn't see the necessity in reprimanding her in front of everyone. He decided to allow her to sleep and wake her when he dismissed the class. Forty five minutes later, the bell outside rang and the students filed out the door. He had expected Christy to wake up with so much noise going on around her but she didn't. He approached the desk, a bit uncertain as to the best way to wake her. He lifted his hand to touch her elbow when she mumbled something and he froze. "Mmmm....yes." A tiny moan escaped her mouth and he took a step back, surprised. He waited, wondering if she would say anything else. A few more minutes went by and she moaned again, a little louder this time. The sound was high, breathy almost and he wondered if he should do the honorable thing and wake her. He made up his mind to do it but couldn't seem to get his traitorous body to move. "Don't stop...please." Eli's cock twitched in his pants. He stared intently at the girl, studying her sleeping face. Her eyebrows were slightly thick and straight, her lashes long and curved. She had a quaint nose and small, heart shaped lips. She had a softly rounded face and smooth, pale skin. The hair spilling around her face was dark brown and shiny. He wondered if it was as silky as it looked. He felt himself hardening in response to his thoughts. "Yes sir, it feels sooo good." She mumbled. Eli stared at her in confusion. It was obvious she was having an erotic dream of sorts...but who would she be addressing as sir? Unbidden, he realized that he'd dismissed the class nearly twenty minutes before. It would be indecent of him to allow this to continue, as interesting as it was. He sat down behind his desk to hide his erection and cleared his throat, loudly. She snorted and then her eyes opened. She blinked sleepily but when she realized where she was she sat up in her seat, ramrod straight. Eli looked at her expectantly, a tolerant smile on his lips. "Mr. J, I'm so sorry. Oh my God!" She looked up at the clock, horrified and put her hands in front of her face. "It happens to the best of us, I suppose. Tell me, are you sleeping well enough at night? I'm used to certain students falling asleep, but not a student like you." She blushed easily. "I just have a lot going on right now at home and it's kind of hard to get to sleep. I won't let it happen again sir, I promise!" Eli considered what she'd said. "Do you have trouble staying awake in other classes?" "I tend to get tired right before lunch. I've tried to sleep at the island but it's really noisy out there. I hang out close to the library and adjacent to the stage speakers. It's really loud." "Well, if you need a quiet place to rest, you're welcome to sit in the classroom during lunch, if you'd like. I think I can trust you. I have fifth period free so I could wake you when I come back from lunch." She was really surprised, he could tell. "I, um, thanks. I might take you up on that," She stammered. "Any time. Let's try to stay awake during class though, all right?" "Yes sir, of course." After another muttered apology, she slung her book bag over her shoulder and left the room. Eli watched her retreat and then sat back in his chair, threading his hands behind his head, thinking. He wasn't sure why he'd made the offer. He did have a responsibility to see that all of his students were awake during class time and paying attention. He couldn't let her sleep through his classes. As good a student as she was, she wasn't exempt from the rules. She'd also mentioned that her home life wasn't the best and this struck a cord within him. If giving her a little time alone in the classroom would be helpful, then why not do it? He knew she was fairly responsible. But that isn't the only reason... He tried to shut off the erotic thoughts that leapt to mind when he thought of overhearing her dreams again. If she was asleep in the classroom and he just happened to hear something...well, that wasn't so bad, was it? It wasn't as though he was going to touch her. Regardless that she was a senior and eighteen, that would still be crossing the line. Assured of his more or less good intentions, he packed his briefcase and left the classroom, locking the door behind him. He wondered idly if she would take him up on his offer. ~~~~~ That night, Christy sat huddled in a corner of her closet. She could hear the fight going on upstairs and though she covered her ears, she couldn't help but overhear the ugly words that were being thrown around. She wished, not for the first time, that her father would kick out her stepmother. Christy wasn't sure she could take it anymore. The battle lasted well into the night and exhausted, Christy finally fell into a turbulent sleep. Once again, the blaring alarm woke her and she grumbled, throwing on the same clothes she'd worn the day before. She grabbed a poptart on the way out the door and groaned when she saw the dark gray sky. She walked to school, shivering the whole way there. Her classes were brutal. At least in gym they got a bit of a reprieve because it had started to sprinkle. They didn't have to suit up. She was immensely happy when lunch rolled around. Though she felt really weird taking her teacher up on his offer, she didn't feel like freezing her ass off outside in the cold weather. She doubted she'd be able to sleep but who knew? She raced across campus and was pleased when she realized he hadn't left for lunch yet. "Mr. J?" He looked up in surprise and smiled. "Oh, hi Christy. Did you want to stay here during lunch?" "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind." "All right. Well, I'm going to get something from the cafeteria and I'll be back here in about a half hour. I have some grading to finish up. I'm going to lock the door behind me. If you need to get out, you can use the office door." "Ok, thanks so much." "No problem. Did you need me to get you anything?" "No, but thank you." Christy was thrown by how kind he was being. He smiled and left, shutting both doors behind him. She heard him lock the doors. She stared around the empty classroom interestedly. It seemed really odd...much too quiet. She dropped her bag on the floor and sat at her normal desk. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. With a quiet sigh she rested her head on the desk in front of her. It was so warm; so comfortable. Within minutes, she was asleep. ~~~~~~ Eli was quite surprised when he saw her walk in. She clearly wasn't having a good day. Her clothes were disheveled and he wondered why she hadn't thrown on a jacket. It was freezing outside. He offered to get her something from the cafeteria, after all, she was missing her lunch period but she'd politely refused. Maybe he'd get her a hot chocolate anyway. He got up then and left the room, locking the doors behind him to ensure that no one disturbed her. He made the quick walk to the cafeteria and bought a reasonably healthy lunch. Perhaps he shouldn't have indulged with the peanut butter cookie but it had been a long day. He ate quickly in the teachers lounge and had a quick discussion with the Vice Principal before returning to the classroom. He'd been gone for a half hour and there were still twenty minutes left. He unlocked one of the doors and opened it as quietly as possible but it was still rather loud. He stepped inside and gingerly shut it closed behind him. He waited to see if she would raise her head from the desk but she didn't. She was snoring lightly. He walked quietly up one of the aisles and sat behind his desk. He pulled out a stack of tests and his red pen and began making corrections. After a few minutes, he realized that he had no real desire to grade anything. He looked up at the girl but all he could see was the top of her head and her hands, slightly curled up resting on her desk. He stared at her hands for a few moments. Her fingers weren't very long but they had a nice shape and her nails were naturally long and quite clean. He'd always had a thing for women's fingers and there was something about hers that gave him pause. He idly wondered what it would be like to take one of those digits in his mouth and run his tongue over the delicate knuckle... "Mmm," She moaned softly, almost in response to his thoughts. He looked at her with an intensity that would have surprised her had she been awake. He knew what anyone looking in on the scene would think but he didn't particularly care. He knew he was a good guy and wasn't one of those lecherous old men that preyed on young girls. He was merely looking ... and enjoying the view. He glanced at the clock then and realized that the bell would ring in a few minutes. He rose from behind his desk and allowed himself to lightly rest his hand on her shoulder. She jumped and shrieked and he pulled his hand away, shocked. After a second she seemed to come to her senses and put her hand over her heart. " Wow, Mr. J. You really scared me." She breathed deeply in and out. "I apologize, I was just going to let you know that lunch was almost over." He stood there sheepishly, shifting his weight idly from foot to foot. Christy didn't know it but she nearly gave him a heart attack. "I'm sorry I reacted like that. Just a reflex really from when I was little. I'm ok." She gave him a small reassuring smile. "I didn't think you'd react that way but what's done is done. Is there a better way to wake you?" He certainly didn't want to repeat that. "If you just call my name, I'll wake up. I know I tend to sleep like the dead but that should work." She chuckled. "All right. Well, I guess I'd better let you out of here, huh?" Eli showed her out of the classroom and she flashed him a brilliant smile as she swept from the room. Eli closed the door and forced himself to return to grading. He was as successful at concentrating as he'd been twenty minutes earlier. ~~~~~ A few months passed and Christy found herself returning to her lunch time sanctuary more and more often. Things had hit an all time low at home and more often than not she wasn't sleeping. Having a little nap at midday allowed her to keep up with her school work at least. She and Mr. J were now on fairly familiar terms. She'd gotten to the point where she could fall asleep, even when he was only sitting a few feet away from her. Eli found himself taking an interest in Christy. He worried about her more often than not. It was clear that her home life was undesirable, perhaps abusive, and he didn't know whether or not he should report it to anyone. She hadn't come out and told him very much and he hadn't asked but if things continued, he might have to take action. Aside from his worry, he found himself growing fascinated with her. There were several times when she hadn't felt like sleeping and they'd discussed things that didn't have to do with school. He found her to be quite mature for a young adult. She was lively and passionate when she was interested in something and he found her to be an engaging partner in debate. Not only was she a skilled conversationalist, she was quite talented. A few times she'd been working on homework for other classes and had asked for his opinion. After reading a few of her essays, he knew that she had the talent to be published. She was also artistic, judging from the doodles on her Spanish notes. As the year wore on, they developed a comraderie of sorts and during the magical time between 12:00 and 1:00, they no longer interacted as teacher and student. Their relationship had evolved to an easy friendship. Eli had grown accustomed to seeing Christy every day and was struck when he realized that the school year was at an end. He wasn't looking forward to summer as much as he had in previous years. He'd decided to retire the following year and had somehow been roped into teaching an advanced placement course. It was going to take all summer to get things ready. The last day before summer arrived and it was scorching hot outside. His classroom was horrendously hot and he couldn't wait for the day to be over. Christy came in and to his surprise handed him a small gift bag. "What is this?" He was truly mystified. "Just something I saw that would suit you." She smirked at him. He opened it and barked in laughter when he saw what it was; a Hawaiian shirt. He'd taken to wearing them everyday once spring had started. "I don't know what to say, thanks!" He replied enthusiastically. "I just wanted to say thank you for everything. You've really been there for me this year and I appreciate it." "What? No AP Spanish for you?" He joked, lifting his eyebrow. "Not a chance. Sayonara high school." She smiled. "What are you doing over the summer?" Eli asked, suddenly. "Nothing. I plan on hopefully getting a job or something. Anything to get me out of the house." "Are things that bad?" "You have no idea." "Tell me." He needed to know what was going on with her. The strain on her was evident and he didn't like it one bit. Reluctantly she filled him in on what was going on. She wasn't in immediate danger but her mental health was certainly getting a challenge on a day to day basis. After she'd stopped talking he considered his options. Reporting it wouldn't do much good but he felt obligated to help, somehow. "You need a job over the summer, right?" He asked her. "Yeah, do you know anyone who's hiring?" "As a matter of fact, I was planning on hiring an assistant over the summer. I'm retiring next year and I need to start cleaning things out and getting things organized, plus I have to come up with curriculum for AP Spanish. Would you be interested in doing something like that?" He held his breath. He hadn't thought about this beforehand and he wondered idly if what he was saying was inappropriate. "I'd love to! How much per hour?" "Fifteen dollars an hour, maybe twenty hours a week or so. Would that work for you?" Illicit Invitation Ch. 02 Author's note: I apologize for no introduction in the first chapter. This story will likely be a long one, but slow building. My intention is to have a new chapter out every week, but we'll see how that goes. Hope you enjoy it! * Christy woke the next day to the bright sun filtering through her window. She threw her arm over her eyes and groaned, wishing she could go back to her enticing dream. She tossed and turned in the bright light and finally decided that she needed to get up. The shower served to revive her, and she snuck into the kitchen, skiving a hot cup of coffee and one of Tabitha's croissants. While she ate, she glanced at the clock repeatedly. Eventually, it was nine o'clock, time for Eli to pick her up. She hastily swept the last crumbs from her breakfast into a trash can, before heading outside to sit on the curb. To her surprise, his car was parked on the other side of the street already. She felt the urge to run but forced herself to take calm, measured steps. Eli leaned across the seat and pulled on the handle, opening the door for her. With a small smile, she sat beside him and buckled her seat belt. He turned, giving her a big smile. "I'll take this as a sign that I didn't scare you off yesterday." Christy suppressed a giggle, choosing instead to shake her head. "You're not getting rid of me that easily." "So ... how did your night go?" Eli asked, out of the blue. She didn't answer immediately, but tried to gather her thoughts. He couldn't know about what she'd done... "Nothing special. Just went to bed." "Oh, ok." They rode the rest of the way in relative silence. After he'd parked the car, Christy followed him up to the house. "So what am I going to be doing today?" Eli paused, and turned to look at her. "Well, I was planning on working in the shed ... cleaning the place out and reorganizing the tools. Would you want to help me with that?" Christy agreed to help, and followed him through the house and out into the wide backyard. Eli opened the door to the large, aluminum shed. Christy gasped, seeing that it was absolutely full of debris. Boxes were stacked haphazardly and looked as though they would topple over at any moment. Tools hung on the walls, though some were underfoot, the sharp edges menacing in the dark interior. "Have you changed your mind?" Eli asked, "I could always find you something to do in the house..." "No. I'm just surprised. My dad keeps all of his tools in one tiny toolbox." "Well, I own property up in the mountains, and down south as well. I take tools with me when I go for a visit ... they often require a lot of upkeep." "You do all of that work yourself?" "Yes. I'd rather do that than go to a gym." She looked him over from head to toe, silently appraising him, not realizing he was staring at her while she did so. "Do you think I need a gym membership, then?" he asked jokingly. "No, not at all. You're amazingly fit..." she stammered. Eli was proud of himself that he managed to keep his jaw from dropping at her admission, although he couldn't help but be captivated by her rosy cheeks... "So, where do we start?" Christy asked, trying to end the awkward moment. "I'll take out the boxes one by one. You can carry out the tools. Be careful, some of them are sharp." "Ok." Eli made quick work of the boxes, arranging them in neat rows on the grass while Christy placed all the tools in a pile on the other side of the shed. The sun rose higher in the sky and burned off the clouds. The temperature rose quickly and Christy found herself sticky, a mild sheen of sweat covering her skin. In response she pulled off her sweater, revealing a thin, spaghetti-strapped tank top beneath. Eli watched her from the corner of his eye when she peeled the bulky sweater off. Her body was enticing as it emerged, the fabric clinging to her form like a second skin. He was careful in his scrutiny, only glancing at her every few minutes, but feasting on the sight of her when he did. The shirt seemed to have a built in bra, but it still allowed for freedom of movement. Christy had been blessed with an ample bosom that bounced delightfully when she dropped whatever she was carrying. A few times he'd been in front of her as she'd bent over, giving him an unobstructed view of her cleavage. Though he felt a little bit perverted, he couldn't stop himself from looking. He didn't remember girls looking this sexy when he was in high school. "Eli?" His eyes whipped up to focus on her face. She stared at him for a moment. "Were you..." His heart stopped, imagining her accusation. Were you staring at my tits? "...planning on unpacking the boxes or are they going to be moved somewhere else?" He shook his head, and took a fortifying breath. "I was thinking of going through them. I have no idea what is inside them, actually. I'm a bit of a pack rat, if you hadn't noticed." She laughed easily. "I've noticed. It's ok---I'm that way too. I've finished pulling the tools out, although some of the drawers were stuck..." "We can just leave the drawers for later. Why don't we take a break?" She looked up the sun and shielded her eyes. "Yeah, we should. It's fucking hot today." Eli felt his cock beginning to harden. Just hearing that dirty word falling so easily from her lips... Christy noticed when Eli failed to respond to her quip. She squirmed. "Eli...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cuss in front of you." He shook his head and waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. It shocked me for a second, but it's no big deal. I cuss all the time." "I've never heard you say anything bad." Just you wait girl. "I watch what I say around students, of course. But you need to remember that teachers are people too. We swear, we gamble, we have sex." A tiny spark lit within Christy at his casual words. It turned her on immensely to think of him having sex ... with her. If he noticed her discomfiture, he made no remark but turned toward the house. She followed him into the blessed shade and into the cool, tiny kitchen. As before, he poured her a glass of tea, and then joined her at the breakfast table. She drank heartily, and he refilled her glass. "Thanks. You're really sweet." He stared at her, taken aback. "No thanks are necessary. You're working hard." "Ugh. I know. I hate sweating. My shirt is completely damp." He looked down at her shirt, not being able to help doing so, and noticed her nipples poking proudly through the fabric. Despite the tea, his mouth was dry. "It's funny what a quick change in temperature will do," he replied silkily. Christy couldn't help but be aroused. It was obvious what he was talking about, and where his eyes were. Pretending to be oblivious, she raised her arms over her head and tilted back in the chair, in a phony stretch. She felt the fabric draw tight against her breasts, straining to stretch to accommodate the motion. She heard Eli take in a startled breath. Eli gripped the table in an effort to stay put. Seeing her body arching like that, her nipples exquisitely hard, breasts thrust proudly into the air, was nearly his undoing. His cock was aching, hard as steel, encased in his trousers. He wanted to launch himself across the table, peel away that dratted fabric, and pepper her lush breasts with kisses. She returned to her former position and Eli breathed a sigh of relief. "So, do you want to head back outside?" He didn't know what to do. He could not go out there in his current situation. He wasn't ready for her to see the effect she had on him. "Why don't you go out there and get started. I need to make a few phone calls, and then I'll be out to join you." She flounced out of the kitchen and he groaned when he heard the screen door slam. He gave it a few moments before walking up to his office, closing and locking the door behind him. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. He stared down at the angry, purple head in shock. That girl had one hell of an effect on certain parts of his anatomy. Carefully, he took his cock into his hand and gave a few experimental tugs. Shock waves of pleasure accompanied the motion. Feeling daring, he reached over and twisted the plastic wand that opened the blinds. He peered out into the garden, watching as Christy was bent over one of the boxes. Her tight little ass filled out her jeans nicely and he could just imagine rubbing his hands over it. He began pulling on his cock, watching her work, bending over, and straightening up again. Pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock and he sighed in pleasure, rubbing the natural lube over his length as he worked it, watching her with hawk like scrutiny. A minute later, Christy turned fully around and as though in some effort to torture him, reached inside her shirt and adjusted her breasts. Seeing her handle herself in such a way brought him to the edge, and he pumped his cock furiously, and cried out as he emptied himself over the gleaming surface of his desk in three erratic spurts. The pounding in his cock gradually dulled, and he allowed himself to breathe. He pulled several tissues from a box, and cleaned himself, and his desk. He then went into the bathroom to wash his hands. For some reason, he couldn't look at himself in the mirror, and his hands were shaking. It had been many, many years since he'd felt out of control in this way. He just had to be sure that he kept this to himself, and didn't make unwanted advances. It wouldn't be fair to her, and though she was no longer his student, she was still very young. It was his responsibility to be the adult and he knew he had to keep his desire hidden. Unless she makes the first move... Illicit Invitation "Yeah, that would be awesome." "Do you have a car?" "Oh. No, not yet." "Well, why don't you give me your phone number and I can pick you up on the days you will work. We can get a schedule down later." "That sounds fantastic. Thanks so much Mr. J." "You can call me Eli, if you want." He reddened then. "Eli. I like it. Ok, Eli, I'll be awaiting your call." She wrapped her arms around him briefly and he gasped in surprised. She didn't seem to notice and bounded out of the room happily. Eli waited until school was out and then donned the Hawaiian shirt. It was a perfect fit. ~~~~~ On the first day of "work", he figured he'd ask her to dust his books. They were absolutely caked in the stuff and the job would likely take several hours. He picked her up from her house; a modest two story in a middle class neighborhood, and drove her to his three bedroom ranch house. She whistled when they arrived. "Nice digs, Eli." "It's not much," he murmured. "So what would you like me to do?" She turned to him expectantly. "I'm going to have you do a bit of dusting, if you don't mind." "No problem." She followed him into the house and he gave her some supplies and showed her the room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her bite her lip. It was obvious that she hadn't thought things would be quite so dusty. He cleared his throat. "I'll be outside in the backyard for awhile. Holler if you need anything." She smiled at him. "Sure thing." He forced himself to walk away and went into the backyard. There were several plants requiring water and he needed to pull some weeds that were threatening to overtake the garden path. As he worked he tried, unsuccessfully, to think of something other than the young woman working in his office. ~~~~~ Christy looked at the dust filled shelves and groaned inwardly. She decided to work from one of the far corners next to the window. She wanted to let in some light though, and opened the curtain. Sunlight spilled in across the floor and she looked out on the backyard, seeing Eli hunched over the ground, his shirt sleeves rolled up, pulling what looked like weeds from the ground. She watched him for a few minutes, noticing the tendons in his forearms flexing and gulped audibly before shaking herself and getting back to work. Her hands were capable and she pulled the books from the shelves and cleaned them thoroughly. She soon found a rhythm and a few hours passed before she'd bothered to check her watch. Though the day was warm, she was comfortable enough in her t-shirt and shorts. "Christy?" She turned abruptly and nearly fell over a stack of books she'd placed on the floor. "Yes?" "Do you want to take a break? It's been three hours." "Oh! Wow. Yeah, that sounds good." "Why don't you follow me to the kitchen and we can get something to drink." "Ok." She wiped her brow and followed him into the small but clean kitchen. She watched him as he opened the refrigerator and took out a pitcher. "Ice tea ok?" "Yeah, that's fine." Her eyes followed him as he poured two glasses and slid one of them across the formica table at her. She tilted the glass back and let the cold, slightly sweet liquid slide down her throat. "Mmmmm...God that's so good." She moaned in pleasure. A loud thud caused her to jump and open her eyes. "Sorry, glass slipped." Luckily the glass hadn't broken. "Is it really hot outside?" She asked, concerned that he had heat stroke. "Yeah, it is. I wasn't expecting to be out there so long," He wiped the sweat from his brow with his forearm. "Are you finished now?" "Yeah, pretty much. It's nearly noon so I probably should stay indoors for awhile. Not good for an old man like me to burn up in the sun." "Oh shut up. You are not old." He raised his brows. "How old do you think I am?" She felt like she was treading on dangerous waters for a moment but decided to be honest. "Well, if I had to guess, I'd say fifty." "Well, I'll take that as a compliment then," He smiled at her. "You're older than that?" He winced. "A bit. Fifty-nine." "No way!" She was shocked. His face looked so smooth... "Well, you just made me feel really good. A+ for you," He joked. "Never in a million years would I have thought that. Your face looks so young and you have so much energy." "Well, thank you." Christy shook her head, still unable to believe that he was that old. I mean, he was sexy for crying out loud! She gasped out loud when that thought crossed her mind. "You ok?" He looked at her, concerned. "I'm fine. I should probably be getting back to work though." "Oh. All right." Christy turned and practically ran down the hall, her face burning. Had she really just thought he was sexy? No, no way. She went back to working and tried to forget what she'd thought about. Her attempts to stay focused on her task failed miserably and she found herself imaging what he'd look like if he took off his shirt, what it would feel like to kiss his lips. She attempted to reprimand herself mentally but her mind was betraying her. Unbidden, a familiar tingling had settled in her lower abdomen and the feeling grew into a pounding ache as the day wore on. It was horribly distracting and she felt like she would die if she didn't do something about it. Her hormones were not helping matters. When she couldn't take it anymore she sought the refuge of the bathroom across the hall. She closed and locked the door behind her and then pulled off her shorts which were damp with her excitement. She sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs. Trembling she let her hand slide down between her legs and bit her lip as a surge of pleasure raced upward when she passed over her swollen clit. She pinched the swollen bud lightly and arched her back a bit. It felt so fucking good. She then leaned against the wall for support and lifted one of her legs so that it was sitting on the edge of the tub as well. She shoved two fingers inside her slick pussy eagerly and began to fuck herself as she thought about Mr. J. Her fingers were coated with her moisture and she worked her fingers in and out of her channel expertly, building the speed until she was close. Her pussy was eager for release and she couldn't help the little whimpers that erupted from her traitorous lips as she came. She panted in the silence and fervently hoped that he hadn't overheard her. With trepidation and a bit of shame, she pulled her shorts back on and washed her hands at the sink. She stared at her reflection, wondering when it was that she'd become attracted to Mr. J. She honestly didn't know. Resolutely, she left the bathroom and went back to his office to finish up the dusting. Afterwards, she could go home and give herself a longer, more satisfying orgasm. Maybe that would be enough to shut off the overwhelming horniness that had overtaken her. ~~~~~ Eli was in the front room, watching the television when he heard her footsteps in the hall. He turned off the set just as she rounded the corner. "Did you manage to get half of it done?" He asked. "I finished actually," She sounded proud of herself. "Really?" He stood up and walked toward the office, not fully believing her. He found it spotless. Not a speck of dust in sight. The wood of the shelves gleamed and the books looked almost new without their usual coat of film. "I'm amazed, Christy, that you did this in eight hours. Er...I realized that we didn't really stop for a lunch break today. Are you hungry at all?" "I can just eat at home." She seemed flustered. "All right. Are you ok? You look a bit...peaky." "Never better." He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a ride home. She was silent the whole way there and hopped out of the car as soon as he'd stopped without a goodbye even. He wondered if he'd lost his assistant for the summer. He was confused but maybe she had a date or something. As soon as he had the thought he felt a tight feeling in his stomach. He didn't like the idea of her on a date with someone. He knew enough about those hormonal teenage idiots to know what they'd try to do with a beautiful girl like her. He sighed then, knowing that it was none of his business. He decided to call her in the morning and see if she wanted to continue working for him. He hoped that she would say yes. ~~~~~~ Christy bounded from the car as fast as she could and slammed the door behind her once she made it to the house. She practically mowed down her brother as she passed him in the hallway that led to her room. She shut the door behind her and locked it securely before pulling off her clothes and lying on her bed. She panted and contemplated what her body was telling her. She knew that it had been awhile since she'd had sex but it hadn't been that long. A few months and already she was willing to bed her teacher? Her thoughts came to an abrupt, screeching halt. Bed him? An hour ago she just wanted to kiss him for crying out loud! "What is wrong with me?" She asked the ceiling. It gave no intelligent reply and she decided that she didn't have to think about it too much. It was just a fantasy...nothing harmful really. No one would ever know about it... Smiling to herself, she began to run her hands up and down the sensitive skin on her abdomen. She sighed as the sensation both titillated and relaxed her. Her skin was smooth and cool to the touch. She allowed her hands to cup her breasts. She squeezed the sensitive mounds together and then played with her nipples which hardened under her ministrations. Moaning slightly she allowed her right hand to slide down to her lower body while her left hand pulled and twisted on her swollen left nipple. Her pussy was soaking wet, her thighs damp from the excretion. She slid one finger into her channel and pulled it out, bringing it up to her nose. She smelled herself; slightly musky but clean somehow, almost like soap. She licked her finger clean and tasted the crème that she had created. It was slightly tangy but that was it. She shrugged her shoulders and eagerly placed her finger back inside her pussy. Mmmmm....that was where it belonged. Her pussy clenched her finger as she worked it slowly in and out in short, quick thrusts. She imagined Mr. J's finger inside her, sliding in and out. The thought caused her to groan and lift her hips. "Fuck me with your finger..." She whispered to her imaginary partner. He was happy to comply and began to fuck her harder. "Give me more..." He pushed two fingers inside of her and she groaned. "Yessss..." She hissed. Just as her pussy began to convulse she felt him withdraw his fingers. Instead of complaining, she bit her lip to keep from crying out as he claimed her clit. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, playing with the greasy little nub. "Fuck." She ground out as she rotated her hips in harmony with his movements. She lifted her ass off of the mattress when he began to stroke her and her left hand left the comfort of her breast to clench the white sheet beneath her. She arched powerfully for one, lingering moment as she felt the orgasm building within her, and then like a butterfly her muscles fluttered and waves of pleasure raced through her, causing her to hold her breath and then gasp as they hit her. After several long minutes in which she enjoyed the aftershocks of her orgasm, her brain began to turn off. She fell into an easy sleep and knew nothing more until morning. ~~~~~~ Eli couldn't sleep. Time and time again he walked past his office and poked in his head, to take in the new dust free room. He couldn't get used to the idea that she had been in his house, elbow deep in the muck and mire he'd created in the years since his divorce. The amount of work she'd managed to do had been impressive. He didn't know how long it would have taken him and it was well worth the money. Truth be told, he really just liked having her around, even if he only got to see her for a few minutes. Shaking his head, trying to free his thoughts of her, he drifted into the living room and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels but found nothing interesting. He settled it on a news program and tried to pay attention. It wasn't working. He rubbed his eyes and gave up trying to control the path of his thoughts. They drifted and settled naturally...on Christy. She'd looked quite tempting in the little outfit she'd worn. He'd been surprised when he saw her because she normally wore jeans and oversized shirts. He'd seen her in a skirt a few times but never in shorts so scandalously short! Well...the school did have a dress code; perhaps for a very good reason. He didn't know if he could handle having girls parading around dressed the way she had. Her body wasn't perfect but she was soft and rounded in a sensual womanly way. She had large breasts and a very nice derriere. Her figure was more noticeable this afternoon than ever before, accentuated by the light sheen of sweat on her skin that caused the fabric to stick. When she'd tilted her head back to drink the ice tea earlier, he'd noticed a fat drop of sweat glide down the underside of her throat and drift down into the valley between her breasts. If that little droplet wasn't enough to distract him, then her carnal moan of pleasure certainly was as she drank the cool liquid. He'd nearly broken a glass when he heard her moan like that. Eli clenched the sides of his armchair as he thought about her and his breathing picked up. He looked down in surprise to see his manhood at full salute. He wasn't one to go around fantasizing about his students, mind, but Christy was someone that seemed nearly ageless in his mind. It wouldn't matter if she was young or old, he would be drawn to her. It just happened that she was eighteen. Truly, there was something sensual and passionate about her. She walked with grace and her face was so expressive. He would love to see her in the throes of passion, writhing under him. He would love to see lust in her eyes. He leaned back in his chair and unzipped his trousers. He pulled off his underwear and pushed the mute button on the tv. His hand found his cock and he began the familiar rhythmn, sliding up and down his shaft as he thought about her. Pre-cum beaded up on his cock and slid down his shaft, lubricating things nicely. He stroked himself and increased speed as he thought of the sultry vixen. He could well imagine what her body would look like naked; pale and smooth, breasts heaving as he thrust into her. He wondered if she came easily or if he'd have to whisper dirty things into her ear to get her going. He imagined doing just that, telling her things that would cause her to blush and stammer incoherently. He would excite her mind as well as her body until she had no choice but to surrender to the things she was feeling. He could almost see her, mouth open, eyes hooded and head thrown back as she cried out, calling his name and simultaneously cursing and praising every deity she knew. He would be relentless, pumping into her fiercely, riding her orgasm with her until she went limp, exhausted. Then, he'd show her how much she affected him...he would fill her with his seed, claiming her beauty for his own. Grunting, he thrust into his hand one last time and exploded in rapture. He milked every last drop out of his throbbing cock and sighed, relaxed when he was spent. He managed to clean up before he fell into bed, exhausted. The chirping of a bird awoke him in the morning. He felt refreshed, satisfied, until he remembered Christy's flightiness the night before.