It was an unseasonably warm early September day to be walking too far in Ohio. Mike and Chris would normally do their Saturday afternoon cruising in Mike's car, but a few too many indiscretions on his part forced Mike's parents to pull the keys for a week. Not that it hadn't happened before, but it really took some doing for them to punish the frequently wild eighteen year old.
They were on their way back from a mall that had proven to be less than fruitful in producing girls older than fourteen. With more than a mile to go before reaching the neighborhood the boys lived in, they were both in the mindset to take any shortcut they could find.
"Let's cut through Westgreen," Mike suggested. "Maybe we'll get to see Amy Wilson at the pool in her bikini."
"It'll be worth it even if we don't," Chris replied. "It's getting way too hot out."
It wasn't unusual for Mike to be giving the orders and for Chris to be the follower, even though Chris was a few months older. Mike was a tanned, good-looking son of very wealthy parents and he was used to getting his way. Chris was a soft spoken, intelligent, shy guy who enjoyed being around his more spirited and impulsive friend. Teachers at their high school were always shocked to find the pair hung out together, but it worked for Mike and Chris and their adventures were numerous.
Mike didn't have to search out excitement. It found him naturally. Yes, he often stuck his nose in places that might stir up trouble more often than most people would, but he also had a penchant for things just happening to him. Today, Chris was going to be the lucky co-beneficiary.
The single lane that made up the prestigious Westgreen condo community was long and winding. Large, two-story condos rose on either side in groupings of two or three and the boys made their way across the familiar bridge that got them over a small creek. A short hill brought them to the final stretch of lane that would end, on one side, with the pool and clubhouse.
The boys had walked mostly in silence until the top of the hill. Then Chris saw his friend staring off to the side and, soon, Mike's hand tapped Chris' arm.
"Hey. Look over there," Mike said with a nod of his head.
Chris' eyes followed the path of Mike's.
"Isn't that Mrs. Miller from school?"
Chris squinted in the bright, late afternoon sunshine at a woman kneeling at the edge of a flowerbed beside a condo. She wore tight shorts that kept Chris' attention for a few seconds before he actually glanced at her face.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure it is. The short hair is the same," Chris said in a soft voice.
They were within two driveways of the woman's condo and the boys slowed almost to a stop while they gazed at the long, lithe body of the thirty-something female.
"Shit. There's no doubt that's her," Mike said. "What a fucking hot body she has. I'd like to come up behind her and..."
Carolyn Miller rose to her feet and brushed the dirt from her bare knees. She stood for a moment and surveyed the small garden, and then turned toward the front of the condo, and the road. It was then that she noticed the two boys walking slowly past on the opposite side of the lane. Her initial glance only gave her a general idea of their ages. But the second look, brought on by the sudden recognition of a face, caused her to pause.
Yes, that was Mike from her creative writing class. Although school had only been open for two weeks, Carolyn was very acquainted with his rugged good looks and athletic body. In fact, she had watched him for two years in the same school and included his name more than once in private discussions she had with fellow teachers about guys they would risk their careers for.
Carolyn was single by choice, although she could have any man she wanted with her model-like body and face. Her short blonde hair always had the appearance that somebody's hands had just disheveled it. It was a combination of attributes that drove any eighteen year old mind to think in the same terms as Mike.
Eye contact was made between the boys and Carolyn and a slight grin crossed her lips. She held up a hand in a friendly gesture and the boys responded in kind. They were nearly past her condo when they stopped at the sound of her voice.
"Hi Mike. Hi Chris. Hot enough for you?" Carolyn said to them.
The boys had stopped and Mike replied, "Yeah. That pool would feel good about now."
"Where you headed?" she asked.
"Home," Mike said. "We're just cuttin' through. Hope you don't mind."
Carolyn smiled. "It's quite alright, Mike. It's the cars speeding through here we have a problem with."
After a short pause, she added, "Do you want to come in and cool off? Get something to drink?"
Mike and Chris were both already walking in her direction when they simultaneously said 'Sure.'
Carolyn suppressed her smile when the boys got closer and she saw them both scanning her from head to toe. She wore a tank top that fit snugly around her ample, braless tits. The nipples pushed against the fabric and she felt her pussy tingle at the thought of two students getting to see her in such informal attire.
"C'mon," she told them. "You look like you could use a break."
She turned to lead them into her condo and the boys' eyes locked onto the tight ass accentuated by her shorts. Mike and Chris were met by a blast of cool air as they walked inside and Carolyn closed the door behind them. A short hallway took them past the kitchen on the left and into a great room. A small dining room table sat against the wall and the rest of the room contained a couch, chairs, fireplace and TV mounted on the wall.
"Have a seat, guys. What would you like to drink? Pop? Or a beer?"
Chris looked at Mike, who spoke once more for both of them and answered emphatically, "Beer, of course."
They watched Carolyn take out three bottles from the refrigerator and open them. A bar separated the kitchen from the great room but it didn't block the view entirely, especially of her tank top straining to keep her breasts covered. She soon walked over to the couch and handed the boys their beers, and then she sat in a nearby chair. She crossed her long legs and ran her hand through her hair, sighing heavily and commenting on the heat.
The small talk about the weather eventually brought up the subject of the pool, once more.
"Do you use it much?" Mike asked Carolyn.
She took a drink and smiled shyly. "I don't like to let students...like you, Mike...see me in my bathing suit. It's not...right. I mean, we're supposed to be professional at all times."
"That's bullshit," Mike said sternly. "You can't have any fun just because you're a teacher?"
"Not in public, anyway," she said.
It only took a few seconds for Mike to respond, "But you can do anything you want in private, right?"
Carolyn laughed. "Like give you beer? Yeah, I can do that."
"Or wear anything you want," Chris added.
Mike and Carolyn both looked surprised at the interjection by the ever-shy Chris.
"Yeah. Or wear anything I want."
"Then I want to see you in your bikini. In private," Mike said.
Carolyn peered at him and said, "How do you know it's a bikini?"
"Because your tits are tanned almost all the way to your nipples."
"Michael!" Carolyn shouted. "I can't believe you said that."
"But it's true," he said calmly. "Now, go put it on and let us see what you're so afraid to show in public."
Carolyn already knew she was going to put on a show for them, and it was going to be a good one. But she couldn't let Mike and Chris know that immediately.
"I'm not going to do that without getting something in return," Carolyn told them.
"Like what?" Mike inquired.
Carolyn tilted her head to one side and gave a quizzical look. "I'm not sure, yet. I'll have to think about it."
Mike said, "Chris, do you think we can agree in advance to her terms, if she puts the suit on for us?"
Chris nodded. "Yep. We can do that."
Carolyn smiled. "OK. But no pictures. This is a private showing. And," she said with emphasis, "you both have to have your shirts off when I come back. Or the deal's off."
The boys agreed and were already pulling off their t-shirts as the teacher walked into the master bedroom and shut the door.
"Damn," Mike said in a near whisper. "I never expected THIS to happen. I would have been happy with a look at Amy Wilson."
"Me, too. I'm thinking we'll get a five second show by Mrs. Miller," Chris said. "But that might be enough to get me hard."
Mike laughed. "You wouldn't know what to do with it if you did."
Inside the bedroom, Carolyn was stripping off her clothes. She looked briefly in the mirror as she walked to the dresser to find her bikini. She was proud of her firm, if not large, tits and her flat stomach. She worked hard on keeping her waistline slim and her ass and thighs tight. Above all, Carolyn Miller loved to flirt. Finally, after ten years of teaching she had an opportunity to do it with two students, one of which she could fantasize over and another she would just enjoy giving a thrill to.
She nervously tied the bottom and then the top of the bikini; went back to the mirror; and, turned sideways to adjust the suit just the way she wanted it. Carolyn took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.
An extraordinary silence fell over the room as Carolyn reappeared, with her two shirtless guests turning to look at her and Carolyn staring at Mike's magnificent, muscular chest. Even Chris, in a nerdy way, presented a respectable sight.
But it was the erotic teacher in her stunning bikini that momentarily took the voices away from the boys.
