3 comments/ 75162 views/ 21 favorites A+ Student By: idreamedadream91 I walked into my last class of the day, Biology, the first one there as usual. I actually ran to the classroom everyday so I would be the first one there and would have more time to... ah... appreciate the teacher. Dr. Allen wasn't a tall man, but he wasn't short either, being about five inches taller than my five-foot-three self. He had brown, mussed up hair and dark blue eyes, the color of the sky on the edge of night. When he smiled- which was all of the time- he showed a dimple in his right cheek. He had a strong jaw line that angled out so his facial structure was wider than it was narrow, something I preferred. Dr. Allen had rectangular glasses that made him look intelligent (which he was anyways) and, in my opinion, sexy. I even liked the look of his large, strong hands and his nose which was small and nicely shaped (for a nose). The only thing I absolutely hated about him was his ring finger on his left hand. More specifically, I hated the wedding ring he wore there. And his wife. Even though I had never met Mrs. Allen, I hated her with a burning passion. I didn't just like Dr. Allen for his looks (which caused a lot of the girl's hearts in my school to skip a beat or two), I also loved his personality. He was kind, trusting, honest, funny, intelligent, happy... must I go on? He was everything. And he was hers. I had the biggest crush on him. And honestly, I knew I was crushing hard on a guy I could never have. It's like I wanted to get my heart broken. Because if I was being honest with myself, it was more than just a crush—I think I was in love. As I sat down in my seat, I watched him as he hurried about the room, putting everything in place for that day's class. He was really skinny, but also athletic looking. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, but he still had a little muscle, which made him look more intelligent than if he had been extremely muscular and, of course, it made him look sexier. Sometimes, if I was being honest, my eyes would travel downwards, trying to imagine the size of... ah... certain parts of him and also how it would feel to run my hands over his hard, flat stomach. Throughout the lessons I could not take my eyes off of him, except for when he looked at me. Then I would quickly cast my gaze downwards, to my paper, feeling a blush always on my cheeks. That lesson was like any other... every class I felt as though he were staring at me more than any other person in the classroom, but maybe that was because I was so attracted to him, or maybe because I sat in the front row. Normally I hated the front row and would opt for the furthest seat back possible in any other classroom, but when it came to Biology, I fought for that front seat, right in front of his desk. Right in front of him. Sometimes I wondered if he could tell that I liked him. Everyone else knew because they all thought that it was pretty obvious. Every moment I wasn't in another class, I spent in that classroom, talking to him, asking him questions. And I couldn't stop laughing and smiling whenever I did talk to him. It got so bad that if my friends couldn't find me, they would just go to the Bio classroom. 98% of the time I was there. "You're staying after, right?" Dr. Allen asked at the end of class. "Yeah—you said that you would go over my summary with me." I nodded, my heart racing wildly in my chest. I bit my lip to try to stop from smiling, something I couldn't seem to keep myself from doing whenever he was around. The bell for the end of the school day rang and as the class started filing out of the room, I took out my summary. He came around and sat in the chair next to me. The desks we used sat three to one desk, so there was nothing between us. There he was, not two feet away from me, sitting there with that gorgeous smile on his face, his dimple showing. We started going over my summary, but I couldn't focus. I was too caught up in trying to breathe normally and not grab his face and kiss him right there. Or rip off his clothes. "Katrina? Katrina?" Dr. Allen tried to get my attention. "Oh gosh I am so sorry! I'm just a little... distracted today," I blushed, having apparently zoned out in my efforts to act normally around him. "It's alright... boy troubles?" He smiled his crooked smile at me, showing off his dimple. "No..." I said blushing and trying to hold back a smile, making it obvious that it was exactly that. "You want to talk about it? You don't have to tell me who it is," He offered. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a guy I really like... who already has someone else," I explained quickly, keeping it extremely vague, not mentioning that the guy was married, or that he happened to be that guy. "Do you talk to him at all?" Dr. Allen inquired politely, but he did seem genuinely curious. "Yeah... everyday," I sighed. "Well, don't worry, he'll notice you soon enough and if this guy's worth anything at all, I think he'll like what he sees," he encouraged, seeming surprisingly passionate about it, though. "Thanks, but I don't think so," I shook my head slightly. "Don't be so sure," Dr. Allen told me, leaning in to look over my summary again. My breathing quickened noticeably as he leaned in towards me and he looked up for a moment with a look in his eyes. At that moment I knew that he had figured it out. The look in his eyes was one of surprised and understanding, and one that let me know I was screwed. We were on the third page of my summary out of the nine when his knee hit mine, sending an electric shock through my body. I froze, but Dr. Allen didn't move his leg at all, continuing to read my summary and explain what needed to be fixed. I didn't move my leg either and became hyper-aware of everything that was going on. On the fifth page, his pen ran out of ink, causing him to get up and get a new one. As he walked past me his hand grazed against my back, making my heart skip a beat or ten. Dr. Allen got his new pen and, instead of sitting down next to me like before, opted to instead stand behind me and make some corrections over my shoulder. I felt his breath on my neck and his arms were so close that if they had moved three inches closer on each side he would have been hugging me. He talked as he wrote, explaining everything, but I wasn't listening to him. I couldn't. He was so close to me, and I had to remember how to breathe. All of a sudden, he decided to get up and close the door to his room. "I need to talk to you," he told me, turning around to face me again. "Yeah?" I managed to get out, my lips dry and my breathing slightly off. "What's this boy's name? The one you like?" My eyes grew wide and my slightly off breathing completely stopped. What was he doing? Why was he asking this? "Oh, no one. Really—it's, it's just this... this guy I know he... he's no one," I stuttered nervously. "Really? If he's no one, then you won't mind telling me his name," Dr. Allen countered. "I just feel slightly uncomfortable telling you, since you're like a teacher and all... I don't know... it's just some guy. No one, really," I insisted. He walked over to my desk and looked at me in the eyes, obviously questioning the truth in what I was saying. "Since you keep insisting on calling him a 'guy' instead of a 'boy,' answer me this one question truthfully—is it me?" My heart stopped. I stood there wide-eyed for a moment, unsure of what to do. My mouth dried up and I had no idea what to say. After a long moment, I finally spoke. "No. That's- that's crazy. You're married and-and you're a lot- a lot older than me and-and my-my teacher. No, no." I shook my head, biting my lip. "Really? And you're telling the truth now?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I was blushing a deep red as it was, I didn't need my words to give anything else away. He leaned in close to me so his face was a few inches from mine. "I think you're lying," he whispered, not unkindly, a small smile on his face. My breathing was heavy and for some reason I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of his lips. My lips on the other hand, were completely dry, so I licked them lightly to keep them from staying dry as a boneyard. Before I could say anything to counter his thought, he put his hands on my waist and pulled me towards him. My eyes were completely open in surprise now, my breathing as fast as a race horse. Dr. Allen looked into my eyes for a moment before he closed his and kissed me gently on my lips. He pulled his head away, his eyes never once leaving mine. My heart had completely stopped and I stood there in shock for one long moment. "I correct my statement," he whispered to me, smiling slightly, "I know you're lying." Without allowing me to say a word, he picked me up and sat me on the desk, still looking into my eyes. His hands on my waist, he kissed me gently again, keeping his lips on mine. I kissed him back, closing my eyes as well and putting my hands around his neck. He bit softly on my lip, nibbling it gently and smiling at me. I smiled back, still in shock that this was really happening- to me of all people! When he went back to kissing me, his tongue fought for access into my mouth. I allowed it in, twisting my tongue with his as our kisses grew deeper, more passionate, and hungrier. My hands traveled down, running along the flat planes of his chest as we kissed. My hands moved up and down and, when I reached the bottom of his flat stomach by his pants, he would let out a soft moan against my lips, causing me to smile in satisfaction. His hands grasped the ends of my shirt and pulled it up, grazing the sides of my breasts lightly and pulling it over my head. He smiled at me as he did so, never taking his eyes off of mine. His hands cupped my face gently and for a moment he held it there, gazing into my eyes with a smile on his face. My hands settled around his waist as we stared into each other's eyes; I was finally able to look at him as I had always wanted to and I sometimes had anyways—with love. Dr. Allen pulled my face to his and kissed me roughly, savagely as I pulled off his tied and quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, my hands shaking. I pulled it off of him, breathing heavily and breaking away from the kiss to stare at the hard planes of his chest and the defined outlines of his abs. I lightly traced my fingers along his chest and stomach, making him moan lightly and close his eyes. I smiled wickedly and pulled him towards me to kiss him again, this time more passionately than before. His fingers ran up and down my spine lightly a few times, sending shivers through my body, before he reached for the clasp of my bra and undid it in one swift motion, throwing the garment to the side and moving his lips down to my neck. As he softly kissed and nibbled I moved my head to the side, allowing him more access, moaning and sighing in pleasure, eyes closed. My nails gently scraped his back as he moved lower, cupping my breasts in his hands and smiling up at me for a moment before putting one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it gently, making me arch my back and groan in pleasure. As he moved to my other breast I knotted my fingers through his hair and held his head in place, reveling in the feel of his teeth gently nibbling my nipples, his warm tongue caressing it gently. I put my face level to his and kissed him again, taking his attention away from my breasts somewhat, as he was still kneading them in his hands while I kissed him. My hands wandered down to his belt, which I undid and pulled through all the loops in his pants in one quick move. Slowly, I unzipped his pants, making sure to take my time caressing him as I did so, which made him groan against my lips. Finally, I pulled his pants down all the way and he kicked them off to the side hurriedly, allowing me better access to his underwear. I slid off the desk and knelt down before him, eye level with his 'package' which, from the looks of it, was large and throbbing, aching to be touched. Gently I peeled away his underwear (boxer briefs, not tighty-whities, thank god), allowing him to kick those off to the side as well, but not before I gasped in surprise. It was huge and pulsing, and I wanted it so badly it was indescribable. I needed him inside me. Instead I licked the tip of his cock and took it gently into my mouth. I massaged his balls with my hands as my mouth sucked his large cock in and out of my mouth, my tongue caressing every party of it. He groaned loudly as I did this, pushing my head farther onto his cock, forcing me to take it deeper and deeper each time. "I'm going to come," he warned me meaningfully, looking at me and taking his cock halfway out of my mouth. In response, I merely smiled up at him and continued sucking on his cock until he finally exploded in my mouth. His hot cum was salty and tasted masculine. I kept sucking, savoring every last bit of his salty, manly cum and would have all afternoon if he had not pulled me back up to sit on the desk again. "I need to do this. I have a feeling you might be loud," Dr. Allen smiled at me kindly and shoved his boxer-briefs in my mouth, wet with his pre-cum. He took his tie and wrapped it around my head, tying it tightly in the back as I enjoyed the taste of his underwear. He unbuttoned my pants as he kissed my neck, then pulled them off with my panties and tossed them to the side. Then he knelt down and spread my legs apart, kissing the inside of my thighs until he finally reached his destination. He ran his tongue slowly up and down, from my clit to my hole, making me arch my back in pleasure. I would have already been moaning loudly, but the gag kept me from making any noise at all. When he started to suck my clit, I lost it, starting to scream in pleasure against the fabric. I knotted my fingers through his hair and shoved his face deeper into my pussy, wrapping my legs around his head. He kept licking and sucking my clit until convulsions racked my body as I came, liquid streaming from my pussy, all over Dr. Allen's face. He looked up and smiled at me, turning me around and pushing me down so I was laying on the table the long way. He got up onto the table as well and knelt over me, smiling down at me and he slowly and gently pushed his cock into my pussy. I arched back and balled my fist, screaming in pleasure and a bit of pain. He look down at me, surprised. "You're- you were a virgin? I just took you're virginity?" He asked me, astounded. I nodded, wanting very much to tell him that yes, he was, and that there was no one else in this world I would have rather given away my virginity to but him. No one in the world. But I think he seemed to understand that. Slowly at first, he pushed his cock in and out of my pussy, but soon gained speed. He fucked me in a raw, animalistic way and I loved it. I absolutely loved it. He filled me completely, wonderfully. My pussy enveloped his cock, which touched every corner of my cunt. He was ready to come before I was, but he held off and, as I let go in a stream of swears no one could hear, he let go as well, letting me feel his hot semen splash into my convulsing pussy, possibly the best feeling in the world. After that, he pulled me off the table and unwrapped the tie from my around my head, then kissing me gently, whispering three words I had only ever heard his say in my seemingly most wild daydreams, three words that I had hoped he would say for as long as I could remember after meeting him. "I love you." "Really?" "Yeah, I think so," he smiled at me. "I love you too," I told him passionately, grabbing his face and kissing him roughly, stroking his cock as I did so, which quickly stirred and jumped to life again. I pushed him into the table behind him and got him to lie down on the table the way I had been. I knelt over him and lowered myself onto his throbbing cock, sticking straight up with desire- for me! I groaned as his manhood filled every corner of my pussy again and rode him roughly. His hands pulled and pinch at my nipples as I threw my head back and he groaned in pleasure. "Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, fuck yeah," I moaned as I rode up and down on his cock. "Fuck me you dirty bitch, fuck me," Dr. Allen said passionately and roughly, groaning and pinching my nipples harder with every passing second. I put my face down to his and kissed him savagely, biting his lip and then moving down to suck his neck. We started to come again and he put his hand over my mouth as he did so, stopping my screams of pleasure from being heard by others. After my pussy was done milking every last drop of cum out of him, I pulled myself off of his cock, just then realizing what I had done. "Oh my god, I am such an idiot," I said suddenly, scrambling to get my clothes and pulling them on in a hurry. Dr. Allen slid off the table, a confused look on his face. "What's the matter?" "What's the matter?" I asked, buttoning up my pants, "The matter is that you're my teacher, way older than me, and married! That's what the matter is!" I whispered passionately, not wanting anybody outside to hear our conversation. "But we both wanted this," he told me, looking into my eyes. Still naked, he came over and kissed me gently, in a loving way, leaving me breathless. "No- I can't. No, just- just stop," I pushed him turned away. "What changed? What happened?" he asked me. "Nothing changed. I was just being stupid. You said you love me, but you don't- you were lying. You love my body, maybe, but not me. And the difference between us there is that I love you- and just your cock will never be enough for me. I'm always going to want more because I love you. I'm always going to be wanting more, but I'm never going to get it because you're married and you're my teacher and you're way older than me. I love you. I love your smile, your kindness, your intelligence, your laugh, your personality, even the look in your eyes when you get mad. I love you. But you will never love me. And even by some chance you do, we can't do anything about it. Ever. Do you know how many times I've dreamed of this- staring at you in class, dreaming at night? But that was ok because I knew it was never going to happen. But now that it has, my emotions are just going to screw everything up, like usual. I can't do this—I have to go," I told him, pulling my shirt on and brushing out my hair quickly with a brush that was in my backpack. "Wait," he grabbed my arm as I turned to leave, "Let me get dressed first and then let me talk to you," he told me. I sighed and nodded my agreement. As he finally buttoned his last button on his shirt and fixed his tie, I turned to leave again, but not before he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "You said you would let me talk to you," he reminded me, pulling together two chairs so they were facing each other. I sat down in one and he sat down across from me. "I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you're worried about. It was just as much of me as it was you," I reassured him, thinking that would allow me to leave and to cry the tears I wanted so badly to cry. "That's not what I'm worried about, though. I'm worried about you. You said that I lied when I said I loved you, but I didn't. I do love you. Not just your body, you. I love your persistence, your determination, your humor... your smile," he said, lightly tracing his finger over my lips, causing them to part and my breathing to grow heavy, "I love you, I love you, I love you," he put his hand up to my face, cupping it and gently rubbing his thumb along my cheekbone, "Why don't you see that?" I turned away from his hand. "Your wife," I told him. He nodded, biting his lip and staring off into the distance. "Tally," he nodded, not looking me in the eyes. "See- that's what I was talking about- you don't love me, you love her. I'll never be her, and that's what you need." A+ Student "What do you need?" "Does it really matter at this point?" "Yes." "Listen, I've got to go. I'll just do the summary on my own," I told him, picking it up off of the floor. I purposely didn't answer his question because we both knew what the answer was—I needed him. "How about this- I'll make the rest of the corrections tonight and we can go over them after school tomorrow?" He asked. "Why don't you just email me the corrections and I'll correct it on my own time?" His face fell noticeably; I had seen what he was trying to do. I was weak wherever he was involved, and he saw that. Dr. Allen was just trying to get me alone again so that I would change my mind. I handed him the summary. "Goodbye," I told him, wanting so badly to kiss him, knowing that if I did that would be the end, and everything I had worked to put up in the past five minutes for boundaries would be demolished. Everything. Knowing that, I turned on my heels, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and walked out the door, leaving him staring at me as I walked out with an astounded look on his face, holding my half-corrected summary in his hand. A+ Student Ch. 02 I wasn't going to do another installment of A+ Student, but several people emailed me, begging for more. So here goes. I hope you like it- it's actually based off of my 9th grade Biology teacher I had a couple years ago (the name is, of course, changed, though). The next day I walked into Biology reluctantly, not really wanting to be there at all. I sat down in my usual seat and kept my head down the whole time. I could feel his eyes on me for a good portion of the class, but I never looked up—I made a promise to myself to not look at him, to not look into his deep, ocean blue eyes and remember what had happened. I couldn't focus on the lesson at all, instead doodling all over my notebook. Five minutes before class ended, he did it. He made it impossible for me to leave without talking to him. "Katrina, can I see you after class, please?" He said in front of everyone. They all made their "ooh" sounds as usual, whenever someone was called to the office or asked to stay after class. Because he had said it in front of everyone, I couldn't decline—I had to stay. So when the bell rang I stayed in my seat, never taking my eyes off of my doodles, even when I heard him walk over and sit in the seat next to me after closing and locking his classroom door. "Are you going to talk to me?" I didn't answer. "At least look at me?" I kept doodling. "Damn it, Katrina! Just answer my goddamn questions!" He demanded. Still, I didn't answer. He rubbed his hand over his eyes, frustrated. "Say something," he pleaded. "What?" I said shortly. "What do you mean what? Just say something, anything!" "What do you want me to say? That I want you to leave me the hell alone?" "I want you to tell me the truth. And that wouldn't be the truth." He had me there. "Fine. The truth is I can't do this right now. I never will be able to do it. You're like junk food. I really like it, but it's not good for me if I eat it. Is that better? So, that was the truth. I want you to leave me the hell alone." "But you see, I don't think that's what you want, I think that's what you think you need." "Damn it, just stop and let me go." I got up and turned to go, but he caught me roughly by the arm before I could leave. "No," he told me, and pulled me to him roughly, bruising my lips as he smashed his face against mine in an animalistic manner. I tried to push him away, to do anything, but he wouldn't stop. I needed to get away before either he hurt me or he noticed my underwear was drenched. He began to bite down the side of my neck, hard. "Ow!" I said as he kept biting me, "Stop it, just, please, please stop," I started to sob as he used his recently taken off tie to bind my hands together behind my back. "But I know you want this," he told me, kneading my ass roughly with his hands and pushing my pussy up against his rock hard erection, grinding me into him. "No, I don't," I told him as he pulled off my pants. "Really, because I think your body would beg to differ," he said as he shoved two fingers up my wet cunt and roughly began to pull them in and out. This caused me to groan, but still I protested until he finally took my pants then my underwear and shoved my soaking wet panties deep into my mouth, then finishing the gag with one of the many extra ties he kept in his closet. "Shut up and stop fighting," he growled, pushing me back onto the table so I was lying flat on its surface. He ripped open my shirt and quickly pulled off my bra, grabbing some clothespins from his desk. I watched with wide eyes as he loomed over me with them in hand, finally bringing them down and clamping one on each nipple. The pain was like an electric shock through my body, making my eyes water and my back arch. I screamed out, but it came out sounded more like a groan because of the gag I had. He flipped me over and had me on my knees, bent over, so my ass was in the air. He climbed up on the table behind me and kneaded my ass roughly in his hands. He ran his dick up and down my slit so it was wet with my juices. Then, without warning, he shoved the whole length of it down my ass. My knees buckled as I screamed out in pain, the tears running freely down my face now, but he was holding me up against him, pushing his long, hard dick in and out of my ass in a fast and rough motion. With his other hand he fingered and pinched my clit hard. Even with all that pain, I started to feel the start of an orgasm. With the clothespins pulling down my nipples as I was bent over, the feeling of my clit being sharply pulled and pinched, and the new, rough sensation of a dick up my ass, I was starting to come. My eyes rolled back in my head and, as the first waves of pleasure rolled over me, intense and heated, I fainted. When I woke up, I was tied to the desk, facing upwards, my hands and legs pulled apart. He was standing over me, smiling down at me, having stripped naked while I was passed out. I tried to scream, until I realized that I was still gagged and there was nothing I could do anymore. He knelt down beside the table I was strapped to and started to bite down on my clit. I withered in pain on the table, but also in pleasure. My back arched against his teeth. His tongue drove inside my cunt, pushing in and out in a smooth, fast motion when he wasn't biting down roughly on my clit. I moved my pussy, trying to shake off his mouth in reaction to the sharp mixture of both pain and pleasure that I wasn't used to. But my legs were too tightly bound, ensuring that I was unable to move away from his mouth. Even though I was in indescribable pain, I still was getting close to an orgasm, moaning and bucking against his mouth. He pulled away right before I could cum, so I was stuck there, on the edge of pleasure, as he stood over me.  He started to bit now at my neck, sucking the skin down to my chest where he bit my breasts around the clothespins that were clamped around my aching nipples. Finally he pulled himself onto the table and knelt over my pussy. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled them up as far as he could, considering I was still completely strapped to the table. He pushed himself into my cunt, filling me up totally and so completely that I felt as though I were about to break in half. In and out he pushed, with great speed and strength. His dick pulsated inside of my cunt, touching very spot in it. The pain in my body intensified in correlation to the great amounts of pleasure I felt. I screamed and sobbed into my gag, and his thrusts got faster and harder each time. The pressure built and built until finally it overcame me, causing my body to jerk and convulse on the table. "I'm sorry." He pulled out of me then and stopped for a moment. Then he slowly and carefully ungagged me and undid the ties keeping to the table. Running a hand over his face and turning away from me, he began to dress again, slowly and methodically. I wiped the tears from my face and carefully got off of the table. I walked around to his front and looked into his eyes while he buckled his belt. I held his face in my hands gently and slowly moved closer, bringing my face to his. Softly, our lips touched, tears rolling down both of our faces. "I love you. I'll always love you," I whispered into his lips as we continued to kiss gently. He pulled me into his bare chest and held me tightly against him, his lips against the top of my head, one hand running through my hair, the other on the small of my back. "I need you. I can't live without you. I don't know why and I've tried to forget about you. But whenever I do anything- whenever I eat, when I sleep, in my dreams, when I kiss her, all I can think of is you. You have to believe me when I tell you how hard I've tried to not love you. I just can't. I can't," He whispered into my hair, hugging me tighter with every word. "Don't leave me, please. I-I know we can't happen, but... please. Don't go. Ever." I told him, gripping him around his waist tightly. "I can't promise that. But I can promise I will always love you. But if it's best for you that I do go, then I will. I promise." I pulled away and kissed him passionately, grinding my body into his. I ran my fingers through his hair and knotted my fingers in it. My tongue played with his in a rough hide-and-seek manner. I wanted him forever, but at this point, I was happy just taking what I had now. And that would have to be enough for me... for now. A Student In Lodgings Copyright © merf68. Please respect copyright. This story is entirely fictional, any similarity to people or places is purely co-incidental. ~oOo~ I had called a family conference to discuss my future - which university? My grades were good enough to give me quite a wide selection, the main problem was financial. I was very reluctant to start my life with a mountain of debt: student loans are easy enough to obtain but can create a millstone around one's neck that takes years to pay off. We all thrashed the problem out but it was Dad who suggested a possible solution, "I wonder if Mike and Wendy would take a lodger if Jon went to Bristol? Then he wouldn't have to pay so much for rent." We tossed the possibilities around for a while and Bristol seemed to be favourite in my mind. Our family had moved from there just three years ago so I knew the area well. Mike had been one of Dad's work colleagues who had progressed to the upper echelons of the company for which he worked. He and Wendy were pretty close family friends - Uncle Mike and Aunty Wendy when my elder sister Sue and I were kids - and they lived in a small village about 15 miles out of the city and there was a good bus service just a mile away. Easy cycling distance too. All in all it seemed an excellent solution, if Mike and Wendy would have me. Dad picked up the phone and gave Mike a ring. He put the proposition to his friend and Mike said he'd discuss it with Wendy and her father then call us back. It was only twenty minutes later when the phone rang. Yes, they'd love to have me. Dad and Mike later discussed the financial details. My parents would subsidise me to the price of my keep but Mike didn't ask much: well, Dad actually had to talk Mike up to a reasonable figure. I was granted my place at Bristol Uni. so early in September Wendy picked me up at the coach station in Bristol and drove out to the Old Parsonage, an old stone house which had been added to and extended at least three times since it was built in the early 18th century so it was big and rambling. The Old Parsonage belonged to Wendy's invalid father and, as Mike and Wendy were childless, there were only the three of them living there. My bedroom was on the same passage as the couple's and looked out past the ivy cladding and over the large back garden shed to a small swimming pool set at the edge of the lawn, all completely surrounded by a large dense hedge and so thoroughly private. The sounds and smells of the countryside wafting in through the open window were so peaceful and the whole house had a wonderful welcoming air about it. My room had a low ceiling with dark oak beams and a large window framed by bright flowery curtains which wafted gently in the light breeze. The late afternoon sun slanting in illuminated a room furnished in antique oak, including the large bed in one corner with the cover pulled back invitingly. In another corner, in stark contrast to the 'antique' look of the room, was a computer work stand complete with computer and office-type chair. There was a small TV on a wall stand and half-way decent sound system. All the equipment looked new; surely they hadn't gone out and spent that sort of money for me? I knew I would be happy here. I unpacked my bags and hung up my favourite poster on the wall opposite the bed, by the door: Jane Fonda's Barbarella in that famous pose in the clear plastic 'bra'. A teenager's wet dream! I stood back to check that it was straight and level when there was a knock on the door and Wendy opened it. Her figure curved in just the same places as Jane Fonda but unlike the actress, her attractive bronzed face was framed by thick and glossy blue/black shoulder-length waves. Her breasts strained the crisp cotton shirt and a flowered summer skirt was cinched in round her slim waist and flared over her hips. My eyes flicked back and forth from her to the poster. Wendy's figure was a good match. A diplomatic cough made me realise I what I was doing and I blushed at her sardonic smile. "So to whom are you comparing me?" She came and stood by my side and looked up at Barbarella for a few seconds. "How do I measure up?" she asked, bumping her hip against mine but didn't give me time either to think or respond. Which was as well because I wouldn't have known what to reply. In the three years since we had last met, Wendy had changed from a happy, friendly 'aunt' figure to a very desirable woman, or maybe the change was in me. But how could I tell her that she 'measured up'? I could feel my face colouring. "Tea's ready in the kitchen," she informed me, then turned and walked along the passage to the stairs. I waited for a minute to allow my incipient erection to behave itself then followed her down to the kitchen where I was sat down in front of an appetising cheese and ham salad. Wendy's father – he asked me to call him 'Dad' as that's what his daughter and son called him – had his electric wheelchair drawn up to the table opposite me with Mike to my right and Wendy sitting to my left. Conversation was lively and entertaining and they me treated as an adult. We talked about the routines of the house. 'Dad' had a small suite on the ground floor where he spent much of his time at the computer. He related a couple of amusing tales about some of his internet friends. Mike would be out at work most days and Wendy kept herself busy with the household chores and her great love, her gardens. She had flower beds everywhere and a fairly large vegetable patch which kept them almost independent of the greengrocer. Mike told me he had set up a network connection on the computer for me. I'd need that for my studies. They asked me not to play my music too loud which was no problem, I don't want to be deaf in my mid-twenties, and not to run up big phone bills on premium lines. They also asked me not to login to any of the peer2peer groups on the computer, or download anything pirated, but again no problem as our parents had always placed the same restriction on me and Sue at home. I could entertain girlfriends in my room but no parties or overnight stays. "Otherwise, Jon, we want you to be part of the family." Wendy had a twinkle in her eye as she said this. God, she looked sexy! For the second time in less than an hour I was rendered speechless, but managed to mumble my thanks. Conversation then drifted into a three-year general catch up, as if our two families hadn't phoned each other regularly in the meantime. In the evening I phoned my family and reported that I had arrived safely and that I was settling in nicely. I retired to my room, put some music on and lay back on the bed looking idly at Barbarella with vague erotic thoughts drifting through my mind. It had been an exhausting day so it wasn't late when I turned in. As I beat my meat before dropping off to sleep, Barbarella somehow transformed into Wendy and I soon had to throw some sticky wet tissues out of the bed. I guess I'm one of those people who wakes early with a full set of wits but I was disorientated for a few seconds until I recognised the room. Checking the bedside clock I saw it was 6:45. Swinging my legs out of bed, I pulled on some clean boxers and threw the curtains open. The morning sun cast long shadows across the lawn and it promised to be a glorious late summer day. Maybe I could spend most of the day in and around the pool. "Excellent thought!" I thought. Humming to myself, I opened the bedroom door and walked next door, to the bathroom. There was no lock on the door, I noticed. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed a couple of sets of Wendy's underwear hanging over the bath. I couldn't resist them: before I took my shower I picked up a pair of dark blue lace panties and pressed the crotch between my fingers. I brought them to my nose but they only smelled of hand-washing lotion. I reluctantly put them back in place and picked up the matching bra. I lightly curved my left hand and pushed the back of it into the cup and caressed it with my right hand. I checked the label: 36 C it informed me. The ivory-coloured set was very skimpy, not much more than a g-string and two triangles. As I imagined Wendy's breasts bulging out of that bra, my prick stood to attention. I replaced the lingerie and stepped into the shower where I soaped up, pumped my throbbing tool and watched my seed swirling down the drain. I towelled off and pulled my shorts on but as I made my way back to my room Mike and Wendy's door opened and she walked out dressed in a thin housecoat. She obviously had nothing on underneath because her breasts moved freely and her nipples poked out. "At last you're out!" she hissed as she rushed past me into the bathroom. I heard her groan of relief through the door she had neglected to close and even the tinkle of her peeing excited me strangely. I returned to my room and dressed in baggy shorts and t-shirt then made my way down to the kitchen where I put a kettle of water on to boil. I was pouring the water onto the instant coffee when I heard Wendy call from the kitchen door, "Make me a coffee please, Jon." She flopped onto a chair by the table and continued to dry her hair. She was still dressed in her housecoat but I could see the vague shadowy outlines of what looked like the blue bra underneath. My tool twitched as I remembered that my hand was resting, not many minutes ago, exactly where her breast was now filling. I caught myself staring and quickly turned back to my task of getting her a coffee. I sat across the kitchen table from her as we sipped our coffee, talking about what we were going to do today. If I wanted I could come into the local market town with her to get her groceries. Sounded like a good idea as I wanted to be in her company. Wendy then asked a favour of me: would I cut down a big bank of nettles in the ditch near the hedge running adjacent to a commercial stables? I would walk through hell for her, I felt, so I agreed. Wendy is one of those people who tend to be quite mobile when they speak, Her arm movements were slowly loosening the top of her garment and the way she was sitting, half-sideways on, meant I was seeing more and more of the smooth bronzed swell of her upper breast and the edge of her bra was peeping out. I'm sure she saw me watching because there was a little smile, almost a mischievous grin, shaping her mouth as she discretely closed the gap and got up to make us both another coffee. But as we talked some more it crept open again and this time she did nothing to close it until we heard Mike coming down the stairs. She smiled straight at me before restoring her modesty and rising to get her husband's breakfast ready. I just had some cereals and orange juice and listened to Mike telling us that he would be late home tonight as they were planning a major sales drive in the run-up to Christmas and the whole team was getting together to thrash out the details. Dad arrived a little later, had a coffee and announced he was going out for the day and left. Apparently he had a vehicle which had been adapted for his disability. I was in a state of semi-erection right through the meal but thankfully Wendy kept her chest covered all the time. As soon as I could decently make my exit, I went to my room, locked the door and pulled out my prick to wank it to temporary relief. If I was going to be around Wendy very much I reckoned I'd need to lay in a good supply of tissues. I heard Mike's car pull out of the drive and, shortly afterwards, I heard Wendy walking down the passage outside the door. She seemed to stop outside my door for a couple of seconds then on to their room. A couple of minutes later I opened my door and went to the bathroom to pee. It was just flowing nicely when the door opened behind me. Shit, I'd been unable to lock it. Wendy said, "Oops, Jon. Sorry. There's no lock on the door!" Too late to remind me now. My piss stopped as my body clamped up in shock and mortification. I turned my head and saw Wendy just leaning against the open doorway watching me with that enigmatic smile on her face and making no attempt to leave. "Come on," she said a little impatiently. "I'm waiting to go myself." I don't know about you but I can't go while somebody is watching me. I always had problems in a public urinal ever since I was a kid. We were on a family day at the seaside and I went to the toilets where there was a big queue. I waited my turn and when a cubicle became vacant I dashed in there and had started to pee when to my discomfiture an elderly man came into the cubicle and started pissing into the pot. The shock had stopped my flow but he just said in a broad Northern accent, "Meck watter, son. Tha's awreet, meck watter." But I couldn't get started again until he had finished and gone in spite of his repeated instruction to 'Meck watter.' Now Wendy was having a similar effect. It seemed like it took me an age of trying to relax before a trickle pushed its way down my piss tube and then it was easier. I zipped myself up, flushed and went to the wash stand to rinse my hands. Wendy almost ran to the pot. Ignoring me, she pulled her shorts and knickers down to her knees and sat down. The tinkle of her urine splashing down almost drowned, if you'll pardon the pun, her deep sigh of relief. Although I really wanted to look at her, confusion kept my eyes averted as I left her to finish. I returned to the kitchen, grabbed a can of cola from the fridge and wandered out into the garden with erotic thoughts and images in my mind and my prick was reacting predictably. It wasn't many minutes before I heard Wendy's voice from the kitchen calling, "Are you ready to come?" I was rooted to the spot until she followed up with, "You said you'd come to the store with me. I'm going now." I hastily realigned my over-eager member, made my way back inside and noticed how she was dressed. A pair of skimpy denim shorts which left the cheeks of her bum just poking out and a white cotton shirt tied off just below her breasts. Her bare midriff was as deeply tanned as her arms and legs. I half-managed to suppress a gulp and John Thomas twitched as if it wanted a better look. As she drove us to the store Wendy said, "Sorry about barging in on you like that. With just me and Mike there was never a need for a lock." "Well, at least you could have turned away." "Pffft," she dismissed my complaint, "It doesn't worry me seeing a man peeing." "Well it bothers me. No woman has seen me peeing since my mother used to take me to the toilet." "You never had any trouble then, did you? Why should it bother you now?" "It's just different," I said but I couldn't really think of anything to refute her argument. She reached over and patted my thigh. "Don't worry, Jon. I'm only teasing." She started chuckling to herself and I began to see the funny side of things so pretty soon I was chuckling myself. The whole joke built up on itself until we were both laughing out loud. When we got to the shopping centre Wendy wanted to call in a couple of the smaller shops and I trailed round after her admiring her swaying buttocks straining the tautly stretched denim until we eventually reached the supermarket. I pushed the trolley while she walked through the aisles picking up the packages she needed from the shelves. Me? I just followed her round but couldn't keep my eyes off her. When she stretched up to the top shelf (she's only 5' 2") I could see the top of her blue panties peeping out of her shorts. But the best was when she was bending over either into the freezer cabinet or to a low shelf. Whichever way she faced I got a wonderful sight, either right down her shirt with her dark blue bra in full view or, if she was facing away, the way her shorts stretched over her bum, pulling tight round her cheeks. We checked out and loaded all the bags into the car boot and she drove us back home. Again she started the conversation, this time with a question. She turned to look at me and said, right out sternly, "Did you enjoy yourself in Tesco's?" "What do you mean?" I blustered, knowing just what she meant although I hadn't noticed her catching me staring. "You've been ogling me all morning." Then she snapped sharply, "Haven't you?" Considering silence to be the least incriminating, I didn't answer and for the rest of the short journey I just stared at my hands resting on my lap, feeling my face flush up. Back home I helped her with the bags out the car, never looking at her, then shot upstairs leaving her to pack it all away. I rested on my bed, recalling the highs and lows of the day so far. Even though Wendy had made me feel ashamed coming back in the car, I couldn't get my mind off the sight of her bra-covered breasts. My prick was bulging inside my shorts and I was just about to pull it out and start stroking it with those images in my mind when there was a knock on the door. Hastily I tried to reposition my tool so it wouldn't be obvious then called Wendy to come in. She entered and sat down on the end of my bed, keeping a discreet distance between us. "Jon, Jon, Jon. I was only teasing you again." I looked up to see that mischievous grin back on her face. "I knew you were looking at my boobs at the breakfast table this morning. And you knew that I knew. "I know you thought you were getting away with it but do you think I didn't see you in Tesco's? Jon, women always know when men are peeking! Here's a thought for you: men don't ever see what women don't want to show." She shrugged, "Except if it's purely accidental of course. "Now listen to me, Jon." She looked me straight in the face and held my eyes. "I'm not vain but I know I look good for a thirt ... for a woman old enough to be your mother. I don't mind men looking; in particular I don't mind you looking at me if you like what you see. So don't try to hide it, you look at me as much as you like." She leaned close and lowered her voice conspiratorially, "And if you want to come back here and masturbate in private, that's entirely your business." She stood up, casually untied and opened her shirt wide to show me her well-filled bra, leant over and patted the bulge in my shorts with the whisper, "Enjoy yourself." She opened the bedroom door then turned her face back to me and winked her eye lasciviously. I hauled out my prick and enjoyed myself as soon as the door closed behind her. Later we both had a salad lunch on the picnic table then Wendy showed me where the large strimmer was in the shed. She suggested that I cover myself properly as she didn't want to treat me for nettle rash. Covering up meant an old boiler suit, floppy hat, goggles and steel-toed green wellies which Mike kept in the shed. It was already baking hot outside so I decided to strip to my boxers in the shed before dressing in the over-large suit, Mike was bigger than me, and even the wellies were a size too big. Wendy showed me where the bank of nettles was. It went right along the hedge and filled the ditch: a daunting task! She told me to rake the nettles, when I had cut them down, to a pile in the corner of the field. She left to go weed her flower beds so I fired up the strimmer and set to work. I sure was glad of my protective gear with those bits of nettle flying everywhere. When I finished cutting it all down I cleaned the strimmer and returned it to the shed. As I emerged with the large leaf rake, Wendy appeared with a glass of cold beer for me. Never has beer tasted so good and I downed the lot in three gulps then handed her the glass back to her with heartfelt thanks. Raking up all that debris was harder than the cutting down and by the time I finished my clothing was wet with sweat, my back, shoulders, abdominals and arms ached and I was exhausted. I returned the rake to the shed, took off all the protective gear and was standing in just my boxers, which were soaked and sticking to me, when Wendy appeared at the door with another welcome beer which lasted no longer than the first.