On the Monday of April break, I ended up at Grace's house and we had some fast, satisfying sex in the kitchen before getting down to actual work. Tuesday I was free and caught up on house stuff and some leftover grading while she went to a lacrosse camp and then out with her friends. On Wednesday, though, Grace texted me and asked if I could come over after dinner on Thursday. She added that she had a project she needed help with. I sighed and agreed. As much as I didn't want to give up precious vacation days, the money was great, I actually felt good about helping her get her act together academically, and there was always the possibility of finding myself alone and naked with a luscious teenager! To me, those things outweighed the lost free time.
That night, I spent a long time sitting in the living room sipping a bourbon on the rocks and thinking back over the last few months. I knew I was being an idiot. It's NOT okay to be having sex with a student. Even back when her mom pushed her into it, I could have said no. I SHOULD have said no. No amount of rationalizing could make that series of transgressions okay.
I also admitted to myself that seeing Lindsey the way I was had no future. She was clearly happy to have me around, but I knew that I was a diversion, not a potential husband. As much as I was not in the market for marriage, I didn't want to be someone else's escape--there was a strange dynamic there that I wrestled with but couldn't articulate. There was also some professional conflict lurking in the background: "Teacher Sleeping with Married Parent" is a headline I had to avoid at all costs.
However much I knew what the right thing was, though, I kept running into the fact that I didn't want to stop with either one. For the months Grace had remaining in school, I hoped to enjoy the occasional lucky hour with her. When she graduated, I felt like I should also cool things off with Lindsey and we could all move on with our lives. As with Grace, I was forced to admit that the sex was great, the companionship was an unexpected pleasure, and I was too hedonistic to do what was right, so I might as well enjoy it while it lasted!
Once I got over that mental hurdle, I felt myself relax. Besides, reviewing our three tangled lives together was getting me turned on. I had flashes of passionate moments from the last few months: Grace spread out on her mother's bed, Lindsey in the sauna, and many, many more. I found myself stroking my cock almost idly as the images came and went and when I could stand no more, I left my bourbon behind and went to take care of the pent-up lust I was feeling. My memory of Grace grinding herself on my lap was what sent me over the edge that night. After that, I fell asleep easily.
Thursday was a perfect spring day that stayed sunny with temperatures in the 70's. I worked out, shopped, and did chores in the morning. We had agreed on 6:00, so I ate lunch at home, worked all afternoon, and grabbed dinner on the patio of a new sandwich shop in town before I headed over to Grace's. Since things were way past casual, I wore shorts, a polo shirt, and bright running shoes with new Bombas socks. She had texted during the afternoon that she'd be in the sunroom and that I should just come on in. Although we had worked there on occasion, my heart beat a little faster thinking about the first time I saw that room. It was a cold weekend day in February. Snow lay in a thick blanket across the back yard and Grace was laid out on the wide cushions of the couch. God, I could still remember that first sweet taste of her! I was grinning to myself when I opened the door.
A Taylor Swift song was throbbing through the incredible speakers in the living room. I looked around quickly, but didn't see anyone in the kitchen or living room, so I kicked off my shoes and headed into the sunroom. Just before I reached the door, I heard a murmur, so I slowed down to eavesdrop for a moment. It was definitely Grace's voice, and I figured she was on the phone, so I backtracked and went to the fridge to avoid interrupting her. After stalling for a minute, a bottle of water in hand, I walked slowly through the living room, listening intently.
Through the music I heard a noise from Grace and then an echo from another voice. Dammit! She was still on the phone. I decided to let her know I was there this time, so I kept right on going and stepped quietly through the wide open doors. Oh, what a sight!
Grace was almost entirely nude, sprawled out with her head resting on a pillow propped against the arm of the couch. Her eyes were scrunched shut. Her dark hair was a tangled, sweaty mess and her chest was flushed with exertion and maybe even a recent orgasm. Her breasts stood up proudly thanks to her arms being flung over her head, elbows high, so that she was gripping the fabric at the edge of the pillow. I said almost entirely nude because she wore a tank top that was pulled down so that it covered her waist in a wadded band. Her knees were bent and splayed wide, exposing her slick pussy and the quivering muscles of her thighs.
As much as I wanted to drink in the sight, though, my gut began churning violently. Lying beside Grace and snuggled against her was another girl. What the fuck? Her eyes went wide and locked onto mine as soon as I walked through the door. As I stood there gaping, a smile crept across her lips and her eyelids lowered halfway. One hand was propping up her head as she lay on her side facing Grace. The other hand was draped across Grace's belly and her fingers were busy making tiny circles around Grace's clit.
While I stood there speechless for a long moment, my brain was racing. "I'm so busted! Holy shit!" I thought to myself. "Who the fuck is that??" came quickly behind, along with "God, she's hot!"
That all happened in an instant, but whoever she was kept right on circling and smiling at me.
"Grace..." she murmured without taking her eyes off of mine.
"Mmm?" came the response.
"I think your guest is here."
Grace's eyes flew open and for a second a look of panic crossed her face. Amazingly, though, she caught herself and slumped back onto the pillow, her eyes on mine as a slow smile crept across her lips as well.
"Hi Mr. Robertson!" she chirped in a happy, tired voice.
Something about the totally ordinary greeting snapped me out of my daze. I snorted out a laugh and stepped to the end of the couch where both girls were smiling up at me.
"Hi, Grace!" I said pleasantly. "Who's your friend?"
Grace turned her head with a slightly guilty smile, but the friend spoke up before she could answer: "I'm Jess," she said, her smile widening.
My eyes traveled from her smiling lips up to her bright green eyes, over the dark blonde ponytail that fell to her shoulder, and then down her long, lithe body. She was faintly tanned all over, the smooth tone only accented by traces of tan lines. Her breasts were small and firm. Since she was on her side, I could only see one breast, an enticing curve of hip and ass, and a long, tan leg that led down to brightly-painted blue toenails. When my eyes traveled back up to her face, her eyes sparkled with laughter and she flicked a glance at Grace, who was grinning as well.
"Hi, Jess," I said with a polite nod. "Am I interrupting?"
"A little bit," she replied archly, raising one eyebrow. "But I guess I'm the one who's not supposed to be here..." she added.
I must have looked as stumped as I felt about how to reply. My gaze went back and forth between the two grinning faces while I struggled to grasp the situation. Fortunately, Grace came to my rescue.
"It's okay, Mr. Robertson. It's totally okay. Jess isn't a student or anything. And you're not interrupting...I kinda planned it like this!"
"Okay..." I said, still puzzled.
"We met at camp," Jess interjected. "I'm from Long Island. And I graduated last year. We just kind of...hit it off...at camp and we were telling each other stuff."
"So I told her she should come and visit!" Grace added with innocent pleasure.
"While I'm here? Really?" I asked at last, my anger rising. "Is that really a good idea?"
I must have sounded a little put out because Grace's face fell into more serious lines. With a quick pivot, she moved over Jess's lean body, planted her feet on the floor, and whirled to face me. Somehow, while she did that, she tugged her tank top back into position-a strange choice since she was otherwise naked! Anyway, Grace quickly grabbed my water bottle and put it on the table beside her, then grabbed both of my hands and tugged me down to sit on the couch. Jess curled her feet up to make room for me, still grinning at my discomfiture.
Standing above me, Grace looked down and smiled once more.
"Yes," she said simply. "It's a very good idea!"
With that statement of confidence, she crossed her arms and tugged her tank top off over her head, then threw it aside. Setting one knee on either side of my legs, she dropped into my lap and draped her arms around my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jess watching.
"Jess and I kind of...we got together and talked after camp yesterday. She's got this amazing hotel room between the highway and the beach and we went there after. So we were talking and having some drinks and we kind of ended up in the shower because we had to get clean for dinner."
I heard a chuckle from Jess and turned to look at her, raising my own eyebrow.
