Eve leans back in her chair, tossing her balanced checkbook onto the desk. Tilting her head, she admires the ridiculously large balance in her savings account on the computer screen. Idly, she strokes her large bare breast, swirling her finger around her nipple. She can feel her skin beginning to tighten as she has just gotten out of the shower. Eve prefers to air dry before applying lotion, there being something so natural about the water evaporating from her skin.
Thinking she hears a car pull into the driveway, her suspicion is confirmed when the chimes of the doorbell echo throughout the house. Finding it odd as she rarely gets uninvited solicitors, Eve rises and grabs a black silk robe off of the hook on her office door, sliding the fabric over her freshly dried skin. Her nipples perk against it, making it very obvious that she is naked underneath. Hastily winding her long wet, black hair into a low off centered bun, she walks through her house towards the front. In the foyer, she sees two teenage boys on the other side of the large glass door. Recognizing them immediately as seniors from the local high school, a coy thought crosses her mind as she knows them to finally be eighteen. Eve readjusts her robe, making sure the boys see her tighten the belt. In hindsight, she thinks she should have grabbed her red one, as the black one cuts off about mid-thigh, making anything other than standing a potential disaster.
Unlocking the door, she puts a gentle smile on her face, "Good evening boys," her low, naturally sultry voice comes off seductively, even if she doesn't mean it.
"Hi Mrs. Harrison," they both say, uneasily. One of them tries to look her in the eye, while the other one tries to not look at her at all.
"What can I do for you two?"
"Uh, well, we are doing a fundraiser for the school," the blonde on the right manages to stutter out; he is the one who makes eye contact. Thick and muscular, he is taller than her and despite his age, he appears to be an adult.
"Is it that time all ready?" Eve purrs.
The brunette on the left clears his throat, "Perhaps there is a better time that we should come back?" His voice slightly squeaks. He's skinnier than his friend and a lot taller than both of them. Their pairing seems odd.
Her smile widens, as if she doesn't know exactly why they are uneasy, "Oh nonsense, I just got out of the shower. Now let me see, Jeremy," she points to the blonde, "And...Frankie, is that right?"
Both boys nod, perking up that she remembers their names. Stepping aside, she opens the door wider, "Won't you two come in?"
They hesitate, as they should, knowing that it isn't right to enter a strange house, but they know Mrs. Harrison—at least by name and appearance—from her late husband who used to teach horticulture at the high school. Finally, Jeremy nods, "Sure."
The boys follow her into the house, watching the sway of her hips and the movement of her perfectly round ass underneath the short robe. She leads them to the dining room, motioning to a few chairs while continuing on to the kitchen, "Can I get you something to drink? Coke, sprite, maybe some water?"
"Coke would be great," Frankie says, Jeremy nodding in agreement.
Eve opens the old 1950's refrigerator, pulling out two bottles of coke. Popping the caps off on the attached bottle opener, she returns and gives them their drinks. She sees the confusion on their faces at the glass bottles but she doesn't address it. Eve rarely drinks soda and never anything but diet, yet she keeps it around for the rare occasions that she entertains. Her and her late husband lived their lives as old souls; their house is outfitted with vintage appliances, furniture and art. He used to wear thick black framed glasses with his modern hipster clothing and at least a few times a week Eve would sport victory curls. Their house, though off of a main road, is more or less in the country just outside of a small town. They moved there roughly ten years ago when he was offered a teaching job right out of college.
Eve pulls the chair out next to Frankie, angling it so that she can face towards the boys. Delicately sitting down, she crosses her legs, causing the short robe to split dangerously high on her thigh. Pretending not to notice, she waits until both boys have glanced down at her newly exposed skin before she purses her lips and says, "Give it to me, boys."
Jeremy chokes on his coke, Frankie turns white, "Wh—what?"
Smiling, she clarifies, "The catalogue for your fundraiser."
Mortified, Frankie slides the booklet across the table. Jeremy clears his throat, "We're selling cookie dough this year, Mrs. Harrison."
"Oh," she says, thumbing through the pages, "I don't allow myself to eat cookies. One bite and I run the risk of losing all control," she sees Frankie shifting uncomfortably, no doubt trying to readjust the growing dick in his pants, "however they do make great gifts. Let me grab my checkbook." Eve sets the booklet back onto the table. She uncrosses her legs, leaning forward to rise. She knows, by the wide eyed expression on their faces, that her breasts must have pushed her robe open pretty far. As she rounds the corner to the hallway, she looks down and confirms it. Though her robe is safely secured shut, the gaping v neck threatens to show her areolas. Smiling to herself, she decides to have a little fun and push the boys towards the edge.
Eve grabs her glass of wine off of the desk along with her checkbook before walking back and taking her seat at the table. Both boys have scooted their chairs all the way in, undoubtedly to hide their hard-ons. Thumbing through the pages, she randomly picks her selections, not really caring what they are before writing them down on the order sheet.
"So, how is school going for you, Frankie? Anything new happening?"
"Fine, ma'am," he says politely; she doubts he is normally this way, even to a former teacher's wife. "They ah...ah...hired a new hort teacher," he says quietly, wondering if he should have said it at all.
