Lessons With Meredith

Lessons With Meredith

It was February 2008, Meredith Morgan sat alone and lonely at home, on her forty-fifth birthday, eating the remnants of her modest birthday cake from work. She was a Maths teacher at a small town secondary school in South Wales. She'd Married at twenty-five, but her husband had died tragically three years later. She had no children and no other immediate family. One cousin, who she barely knew, tried, drunkenly, to make a crude pass at her after her husband's funeral; she made sure that she never saw him again.

For many years after her husbands death, Meredith couldn't bring herself to be interested in men. Then she had a boyfriend in her early thirties but it turned out that he couldn't get it up; oddly, she was relieved; it took pressure off her and she decided eventually that she would probably never have another sexual partner. She'd had plenty of offers; she was still trim and fit; she played tennis and badminton and still looked good in her little tennis skirts with her firm breasts bouncing as she moved around the court.

She dressed well but conservatively: Shift dresses with short jackets, straight skirts, blouses and low heels. She wasn't beautiful but she was not unattractive either. She had friendly hazel-coloured eyes, short black hair and wore minimal makeup. She was at that age where, if she'd had a teenage son of her own, his mates would secretly have fancied her.

Meredith still had her needs; she kept a dirty little secret in her bedside cabinet. It was five inches long, slim and shiny with a dial at the base. It took her on erotic sexual journeys whenever her mood desired it. This was usually about once a week during which she fantasised about work colleagues, celebrities, fathers from parents evenings or men from her tennis club.

She also had uncomfortable thoughts about the lithe, statuesque Gaynor, the star of her tennis club. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, fit-bodied Gaynor had crept into her vibrator-induced fantasies at inconvenient moments a few times and she had immediately removed it from her vagina and switched it off. She instinctively wanted to avoid learning about any latent leanings in that direction; ignorance was bliss.

She was friendly with her next door neighbour without them ever becoming close friends. Faith bemoaned her son's progress at school, especially in maths. He'd turned eighteen the previous September and was now in the final year of his exam courses. Meredith knew what Faith was angling for and against her better judgment offered to give the boy some assistance. She explained that the lessons would have to be at Faith's house to make sure that she was observing professional standards.

Faith's house was semi-detached and similar to Meredith's but they were not adjoined. There was a through lounge with a medium-sized conservatory extension, the connecting glass doors with their net curtains muffled the sound of the television and provided enough of a screen to give a little privacy. She thought it would suffice as a place to give private tuition.

Rhys was tall, good-looking, fit and toned with a sly smile. They had lived next door to Meredith for about five years; she'd watched him grow throughout his teens and thought he would probably break a few hearts, but that had been the limit of her interest in him.

She had no idea that he had occasionally fantasised about fucking her. He'd fantasised about fucking lots of women and the reason that he'd been neglecting his studies was that he'd spent the last four months fucking his eighteen-year-old girlfriend and, without her knowledge, her twenty-eight-year-old stepsister. He'd been to bed with the stepsister half a dozen times and had learned a lot about pleasing a woman sexually.

Rhys' mother worked as a bank clerk in town and his father worked as a manager for a local engineering company. Other than that, Meredith didn't know much about the family.

On the day that Meredith had made her offer of help, it being February, she hadn't seen Faith to speak to for a week or so, but it was the half-term break and Meredith was on her way to the hairdresser as Faith returned from shopping.

"Hi Faith, how's things? How's the family?"

"Oh, so so you know. Alan's happy as long as I don't ask him to do anything and Rhys has got girlfriend trouble. He's struggling with his studies as well, spends too much time chasing girls and not enough time thinking about his future if you ask me."

"Oh dear, isn't he sitting his A levels this summer?"

"Yes, he's supposed to be at any rate."

"You're not alone Faith, I've got my fair share of lads like Rhys" said Meredith referring to her sixth-form maths students at the school where she taught in a neighbouring town.

Before she could stop herself, Meredith offered to help Rhys with his maths.

"How's he doing with maths? Do you want me to have a word with him? Maybe if he shows the right attitude and I feel it's worth the effort I could give him a few lessons. Once a week perhaps for forty minutes."

"Oh, Meredith, would you? I'll pay you of course."

"No need for that, a nice bottle of wine would be more than enough."

"Are you sure? It doesn't seem much."

"It's fine, we'd only be talking about four to six weeks"

"Oh, tidy, he says he hates maths,"

Meredith was already beginning to regret her hasty offer of assistance.

"Any help you can give him would be greatly appreciated. I'll have a word with him, tell him you've kindly offered to give him a hand."

If Rhys hated maths that much, Meredith wondered why he'd chosen to study the subject at A level and she secretly hoped that he would turn her down.

"Okay, if he's interested I can do Monday or Wednesday evenings. It would have to be at your house though with you or Alan present. I know he's eighteen and legally an adult, and he doesn't go to my school, but I'd still be working with him in a position of trust so I'd need it to be done properly. Ha, ha, don't get me wrong, I'm not expecting him to see me as a girl worth chasing but, as a teacher, I have to be seen to be doing things professionally."

"Of course, of course, it'll be good for him, doing maths with you will keep his mind off sex for some of the time at least."

"You're right there Faith, there's no sex in the maths syllabus, or at least there wasn't the last time I looked," joked Meredith.

"Oh, sorry Meredith, I've just realised how that sounded, I didn't mean that you're not... you know? That you're past it or anything; you're an attractive woman, I'll bet you still have men chasing you. Oh, dear, I think I'd better stop digging a hole for myself."

"It's okay, I know what you meant; Rhys is hardly going to show an interest in a maths teacher old enough to be his mother; that's a double whammy isn't it?" laughed Meredith, "anyway, I'd better go or I'll be late for my hair appointment."

Later that evening, when Rhys had returned home from a day out with his friends, Faith told him about their neighbour's offer to help him with his maths.

"Where have you been all day Rhys."

"Mother, for God's sake, I'm eighteen not twelve."

"Eighteen or not, you should be making time for some schoolwork, you need to put some effort in if you're going to have any chance with your exams."

"Put another record on will you."

"Don't be cheeky, you might be eighteen but that doesn't mean you can be rude to your Mother."

"Sorry mum."

"Right, well, I bumped into Meredith next door earlier on. I told her that you were struggling with maths and she's kindly offered to help."

"Oh, no, really?"

"Yes, really. It was good of her to offer and I think you should accept, it could make all the difference with your exam."

"You know how much I hate maths."

"Well, she can help you, you know that she's a teacher right?"

"Yeah."

"Well she's a maths teacher, it's a no-brainer. She suggested four weekly sessions of forty minutes or so, here, once a week at about seven-thirty. It really could make all the difference Rhys and it's really good of her to offer, she doesn't want any payment; please say yes, for my sake if not your own."

"Okay, okay."

"Crackin, I'll let her know tomorrow, she can do Mondays or Wednesdays, which do you prefer?"

"Mondays, nothing ever happens on a Monday night; I may as well be bored by Meredith as I would be doing nothing in particular."

"Right, good, but when she comes, be grateful and show her some enthusiasm. At least it'll keep you away from that computer games console for a while."

Rhys smirked inwardly at his mother's choice of words: 'when she comes.' As he climbed the stairs to his room, he imagined his middle-aged yet still attractive next-door neighbour coming as she masturbated herself while explaining the finer points of algebra to him. His cock tingled at the thought and he promised himself that, not for the first time, Meredith would feature in his masturbation fantasies later on that evening.

A couple of weeks earlier, Rhys' girlfriend had found out that he had been fucking her stepsister. Now both girlfriend and stepsister were out of bounds so he had been masturbating morning, noon and night as he invented a myriad of erotic fantasies about a variety of women. All of them were older than him: his teachers, his aunt on his mother's side, his aunt on his father's side, several of his friend's mothers, some of his mother's friends, several neighbours including Meredith, the Avon rep who visited his mother, his father's boss's wife and his ex-girlfriend's mother.

Meredith had been an occasional member of the cast of his masturbation fantasies. A bit part player, an extra, usually in the short little tennis skirt that he'd seen her in once or twice. They'd been neighbours for five years but he'd hardly ever said more than hello to her. Once, from his bedroom window, he'd watched her gardening in tight little shorts and a singlet vest that showed off her firm breasts; that had provoked him to seek immediate relief; watching her with his cock in his hand while he hid behind the curtains.

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The first Monday evening session duly arrived; she felt tired and was regretting that she'd offered to help her neighbour's son with his maths. It had been a challenging day at work and she'd got home a little later than usual. She didn't bother to change her clothes so, after freshening up her red lipstick, she walked round to her neighbour's house in the white blouse and lilac pencil skirt and matching jacket that she'd worn for work; she was also in nude coloured tights and black high heels.

Faith greeted her in a warm and friendly manner; a little over the top Meredith thought; but then she was probably trying to make up for her son's likely lack of enthusiasm. She was pleasantly surprised when Rhys, dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, fixed his soft brown eyes on her, greeted her politely and asked whether he should call her Meredith or Miss Morgan.

"Let's not be too formal, Meredith will be fine, if you were a student at my school it might be different but you're not so Meredith will be fine."

Meredith stopped herself from talking, she couldn't understand why she was nervous, she hoped that she hadn't sounded foolish. Rhys' father, Alan, filled an embarrassing silence when he said a quick hello and goodbye as he set off for his Monday night session at the pub with his mates. Faith showed Meredith into the conservatory that had been built across the back of the house. It was divided from the lounge by double glass doors with fine net curtains.

She suggested to Meredith that they use the round dining table; there was plenty of space and, either by luck or design, Meredith found herself sitting next to Rhys facing the doors through to the lounge; she could just make out the backs of a settee and a chair at the far end of the lounge facing a large screen TV set. Faith left them to it and settled herself on the settee to watch television. The glass doors reduced the sound of the television to a low hum.

Meredith was pleased with the arrangement; she asked Rhys about the maths syllabus at his school; he seemed very attentive, but she could tell that he was not where he should be with only three months to go before his exams. She decided to start with algebra and gave him a quick run-through of the main points. He made an effort to listen although she could tell that he had little interest in the subject.

She removed her jacket revealing a fine white cotton blouse through which Rhys could make out the faint outline of a pretty lace bra. When she sat down, the hem of her skirt rode halfway up her thighs, she tried to tug it down but it made very little difference to the amount of toned thigh that she had on display.

Sitting next to Rhys on the same side of the table, it was obvious that he had the same view as her. She was aware that he kept glancing at her legs and she felt an unexpected thrill at the thought of them being admired by a good-looking eighteen-year-old. The unexpected thrill took on a solid form as her large hard nipples appeared; pushing against the fabric of her blouse. She held a forearm across her breasts but couldn't completely hide her arousal.

The forty-minute lesson had gone reasonably well and when she asked Rhys to sum up what he thought he had learnt, she was pleasantly surprised by his answer.

"Good Rhys, well done, I think that was time well spent, next Monday we'll look at geometry but in the meantime, I've got an algebra question from a recent exam paper that I'd like you to answer and show me next week; is that okay? Do you think you can manage that for me?"

Rhys didn't respond; she couldn't read the expression on his face; then she felt his hand on her knee.

"What do you think you're doing?" She said in hushed tones.

He'd expected her to make much more of a fuss, perhaps also to raise her voice, but she hadn't. He left his hand where it was, his cock pulsed several times at the thought that she might be enjoying his touch. She was enjoying his touch; a strong tingling sensation swept through her pussy.

"Please remove your hand before I call your mother."

Rhys called her bluff, he kept his hand resting on her knee for several more seconds. Eventually, she took hold of his hand, removed it from her knee and got to her feet.

Again, she lowered her voice to almost a whisper, "I don't know what you think you're playing at but that was completely inappropriate. Think yourself lucky that I haven't told your mother what you've just done. Make sure you do the exam question that I've given you and let me have it by next Sunday evening or I'll put an end to the arrangement and you'll have to explain yourself to your parents."

With that, a flushed-looking Meredith quickly said her goodbyes to Faith and went home. Faith was left wondering why her neighbour had dashed off so quickly without saying anything about how the session had gone.

"How did it go Rhys, was it okay? Meredith left in a bit of a hurry; is she coming back next week?"

"Yes, she said I did better than she'd expected and she's looking forward to coming next week, said Rhys with a sly grin."

"Well, you're smiling so it must have been okay."

A few minutes later, Rhys lay on his bed squeezing his erection through his jeans. He hadn't planned to make sexual advances toward his neighbour, but he couldn't help noticing her shapely legs and her erect nipples. He sensed that she was uncomfortable in his presence and wondered if that was because she found him attractive. On the spur of the moment, he'd decided to test his theory; he'd expected a very different reaction to the one he got; he began to think about how far he could take things with the attractive woman who was twenty-seven years his senior.

At the same time, Meredith paced the floor in her kitchen wondering what had just happened. She filled the kettle and switched it on before sitting down on one of her kitchen chairs. She thought about why she hadn't told Faith what her son had done; that he'd put his hand on her knee and hadn't removed it when she told him to. Then she recalled with a sense of shame how her nipples had become rock hard and how he couldn't help but have noticed; they began to harden again now. As she sat there trying to make sense of things, she noticed the way her skirt had ridden up again. If she had made a fuss, could he have claimed that it wasn't his fault and that she had tried to seduce him? The question worried her.

Rhys relieved himself to fantasies of fucking his attractive middle-aged neighbour across the back seat of her car. He imagined her in her high heels and white blouse, with the hem of her skirt pushed up around her hips, kneeling on the back seat while he sunk his very hard cock into her from behind and fucked her brains out. It was a deeply satisfying fantasy, one of the best self-induced orgasms he'd ever had. He looked forward to the following Monday evening to see whether he could take things further with Meredith.

For her part, Meredith tried hard to resist getting her vibrator out of her bedside cabinet where it lay calling to her long into the night. She tried to get off to sleep but, in the end, she knew she was going to have to submit to the urges that would leave her helpless, with her back arched and her fully occupied, buzzing pussy raised toward her bedroom ceiling. She was shaking with lustful arousal and a fear of where she was heading as she slipped the vibrator into her vagina. Two and a half minutes later she lay spent and sated having fantasised about sitting astride Rhys and riding his cock while his mother watched them in action. She had no idea where it had come from but she was blown away at the thought of Faith watching her fuck her son.

During the following week, Meredith tried not to think about her next session with Rhys. She was an intelligent, mature woman, she told herself, and she was sure she could handle an eighteen year old and his attempts to disconcert and embarrass her. She resolved that if there was any funny business next time, she would definitely let Faith know what her son was up to. Rhys spent the first half of the week trying to convince his ex-girlfriend's stepsister that they should take up where they had left off, but she refused to get involved with him again.

He surprised himself on Sunday by doing the homework that Meredith had set for him. He was quite pleased with himself because he thought that he'd got most of it right and he resolved to post it through her letterbox before he went out later on. When the time came, he picked up the sheet of paper with his answers and was about to set off when he had an inspired idea. He wrote a message at the bottom of the paper and pushed it through her letterbox then went off to meet his mates.

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On the second Monday, Meredith was running late for school. As she dashed out of her front door, she saw Rhys' homework on her doormat. She didn't have time to look at it there and then, so she put it on the hallway table and set off for work.

When she got home that evening, she made herself a cup of tea and settled down in an armchair to look at Rhys' homework. As she unfolded the sheet of paper, the first thing that caught her eye was the message at the bottom of the page.

"Wear stockings for me."

Meredith was dumbfounded, she knew exactly what she had to do, she must go immediately to see Faith and show her the completely inappropriate message that her son had written to her. She would say that she was forty-five years old, easily old enough to be her eighteen-year-old son's mother. She was a respected, senior, school teacher, with twenty-four years of experience, who always behaved professionally towards her students. She would say that she was not going to stand for this kind of improper behaviour and she was not prepared to have anything more to do with her son.