Even though it was Saturday night, I had decided to skip the bar scene in favor of a quiet night alone watching television. My little escapade with Kelsey the night before had more than satisfied my sexual needs for the time being. At least that's what I thought.
I was home watching the final few minutes of the Lakers' game when my phone rang. Much to my surprise it was Kelsey. You may remember Kelsey, one of my history students. She's the sexy little number who not only masturbated for me in class, but also gave me dynamite blowjob last night?
"Hi Kelsey, what's going on?" I asked.
"I really hate to bother you Mr. Saunders, but there's a problem with the electricity at my house and I didn't know who else to call."
I remember her saying her folks were out of town, but electrical problems aren't my specialty. "You know Kelsey maybe you should call an electrician. I'm really not that knowledgeable about electricity."
"Gee Mr. Saunders I wouldn't have any idea who to call. That's why I called you." she replied.
She had a point. She was only eighteen, and all alone. I had to do something I guess. "Tell you what," I said. "Let me get dressed and I'll come over and we'll see if we can figure it out."
It was a short drive to her house and she was waiting outside the front door when I drove up. The street lights were on and the other condos appeared to have electricity. Maybe it was just a breaker or something. I grabbed my flashlight and proceeded up the steps to the porch where Kelsey was waiting. She was standing there barefoot wearing a long white t-shirt with some kind of weird print on it. It was too dark to tell if she was wearing anything underneath but that didn't keep my imagination for going on an erotic journey.
"It's a good thing it's warm out tonight," I teased.
"When the power went off I was afraid to stay inside by myself and it was too dark to find any clothes," she replied.
"Let's go inside and see if we can figure out what's going on. Do you have any idea where the breaker box is?" I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't not know where it was. I was also sure she didn't have a clue as to what a breaker box was.
"Never mind, it's probably in the garage. How do we get there," I asked?
She took the flashlight from me and led the way. Once inside the garage the breaker box was easy to spot. It was on the far wall directly across from us.
"Shine the light over towards the far wall I told her," as I made my way across the vacant room. I opened the box and almost immediately I knew what the problem was. Someone had pulled the main breaker. I'm not sure how or why the main breaker got turned off but if I was a betting man I'd say it was done on purpose. And since Kelsey was the only one home I had to assume she was the guilty party. Rather than confront her about it I decided to play dumb and see what she had up her sleeve, or should I say her t-shirt?
The minute I flipper the breaker the interior lights inside the house came on. "There we go. All fixed and good as knew," I told her.
"Thanks Mr. Saunders. I don't know what I'd do without you. First it was the ride home last night and now fixing the electricity. I guess I owe you big time, huh?"
"Hey, what are teachers for," I replied. "You still have some cold beer in the fridge? I'll take one of those and call it even."
Once again I found myself sitting on the sofa in the living room while Kelsey retrieved me a beer. I hate to admit it, but naughty thoughts were running through my mind as I watched her sashay into the kitchen. Now that the lights were on it was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath the t-shirt. Holy shit, I hadn't been here more than ten minutes and my cock was already beginning to stir. Kelsey returned with the beer and sat across from me in an oversized arm chair. As she pulled her legs up under her I caught a glimpse of her dark black pubic hair. I could also see her nipples standing at attention and pressing against her t-shirt. Jesus, this girl is only eighteen but she is sexier and more provocative than many of the women I normally date.