Illicit Invitation

Author's note: I apologize for no introduction in the first chapter. This story will likely be a long one, but slow building. My intention is to have a new chapter out every week, but we'll see how that goes. Hope you enjoy it!

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Christy woke the next day to the bright sun filtering through her window. She threw her arm over her eyes and groaned, wishing she could go back to her enticing dream. She tossed and turned in the bright light and finally decided that she needed to get up.

The shower served to revive her, and she snuck into the kitchen, skiving a hot cup of coffee and one of Tabitha's croissants. While she ate, she glanced at the clock repeatedly. Eventually, it was nine o'clock, time for Eli to pick her up. She hastily swept the last crumbs from her breakfast into a trash can, before heading outside to sit on the curb.

To her surprise, his car was parked on the other side of the street already. She felt the urge to run but forced herself to take calm, measured steps.

Eli leaned across the seat and pulled on the handle, opening the door for her.

With a small smile, she sat beside him and buckled her seat belt.

He turned, giving her a big smile. "I'll take this as a sign that I didn't scare you off yesterday."

Christy suppressed a giggle, choosing instead to shake her head. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

"So ... how did your night go?" Eli asked, out of the blue.

She didn't answer immediately, but tried to gather her thoughts. He couldn't know about what she'd done...

"Nothing special. Just went to bed."

"Oh, ok."

They rode the rest of the way in relative silence. After he'd parked the car, Christy followed him up to the house.

"So what am I going to be doing today?"

Eli paused, and turned to look at her. "Well, I was planning on working in the shed ... cleaning the place out and reorganizing the tools. Would you want to help me with that?"

Christy agreed to help, and followed him through the house and out into the wide backyard.

Eli opened the door to the large, aluminum shed.

Christy gasped, seeing that it was absolutely full of debris. Boxes were stacked haphazardly and looked as though they would topple over at any moment. Tools hung on the walls, though some were underfoot, the sharp edges menacing in the dark interior.

"Have you changed your mind?" Eli asked, "I could always find you something to do in the house..."

"No. I'm just surprised. My dad keeps all of his tools in one tiny toolbox."

"Well, I own property up in the mountains, and down south as well. I take tools with me when I go for a visit ... they often require a lot of upkeep."

"You do all of that work yourself?"

"Yes. I'd rather do that than go to a gym."

She looked him over from head to toe, silently appraising him, not realizing he was staring at her while she did so.

"Do you think I need a gym membership, then?" he asked jokingly.

"No, not at all. You're amazingly fit..." she stammered.

Eli was proud of himself that he managed to keep his jaw from dropping at her admission, although he couldn't help but be captivated by her rosy cheeks...

"So, where do we start?" Christy asked, trying to end the awkward moment.

"I'll take out the boxes one by one. You can carry out the tools. Be careful, some of them are sharp."

"Ok."

Eli made quick work of the boxes, arranging them in neat rows on the grass while Christy placed all the tools in a pile on the other side of the shed.

The sun rose higher in the sky and burned off the clouds. The temperature rose quickly and Christy found herself sticky, a mild sheen of sweat covering her skin. In response she pulled off her sweater, revealing a thin, spaghetti-strapped tank top beneath.

Eli watched her from the corner of his eye when she peeled the bulky sweater off. Her body was enticing as it emerged, the fabric clinging to her form like a second skin. He was careful in his scrutiny, only glancing at her every few minutes, but feasting on the sight of her when he did. The shirt seemed to have a built in bra, but it still allowed for freedom of movement. Christy had been blessed with an ample bosom that bounced delightfully when she dropped whatever she was carrying. A few times he'd been in front of her as she'd bent over, giving him an unobstructed view of her cleavage. Though he felt a little bit perverted, he couldn't stop himself from looking. He didn't remember girls looking this sexy when he was in high school.

"Eli?"

His eyes whipped up to focus on her face. She stared at him for a moment.

"Were you..."

His heart stopped, imagining her accusation.

Were you staring at my tits?

"...planning on unpacking the boxes or are they going to be moved somewhere else?"

He shook his head, and took a fortifying breath. "I was thinking of going through them. I have no idea what is inside them, actually. I'm a bit of a pack rat, if you hadn't noticed."

She laughed easily. "I've noticed. It's ok---I'm that way too. I've finished pulling the tools out, although some of the drawers were stuck..."

"We can just leave the drawers for later. Why don't we take a break?"

She looked up the sun and shielded her eyes. "Yeah, we should. It's fucking hot today."

Eli felt his cock beginning to harden. Just hearing that dirty word falling so easily from her lips...

Christy noticed when Eli failed to respond to her quip. She squirmed. "Eli...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cuss in front of you."

He shook his head and waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. It shocked me for a second, but it's no big deal. I cuss all the time."

"I've never heard you say anything bad."

Just you wait girl.

"I watch what I say around students, of course. But you need to remember that teachers are people too. We swear, we gamble, we have sex."

A tiny spark lit within Christy at his casual words. It turned her on immensely to think of him having sex ...

with her.

If he noticed her discomfiture, he made no remark but turned toward the house. She followed him into the blessed shade and into the cool, tiny kitchen.

As before, he poured her a glass of tea, and then joined her at the breakfast table.

She drank heartily, and he refilled her glass.

"Thanks. You're really sweet."

He stared at her, taken aback. "No thanks are necessary. You're working hard."

"Ugh. I know. I hate sweating. My shirt is completely damp."

He looked down at her shirt, not being able to help doing so, and noticed her nipples poking proudly through the fabric. Despite the tea, his mouth was dry.

"It's funny what a quick change in temperature will do," he replied silkily.

Christy couldn't help but be aroused. It was obvious what he was talking about, and where his eyes were. Pretending to be oblivious, she raised her arms over her head and tilted back in the chair, in a phony stretch. She felt the fabric draw tight against her breasts, straining to stretch to accommodate the motion. She heard Eli take in a startled breath.

Eli gripped the table in an effort to stay put. Seeing her body arching like that, her nipples exquisitely hard, breasts thrust proudly into the air, was nearly his undoing. His cock was aching, hard as steel, encased in his trousers. He wanted to launch himself across the table, peel away that dratted fabric, and pepper her lush breasts with kisses.

She returned to her former position and Eli breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, do you want to head back outside?"

He didn't know what to do. He could not go out there in his current situation. He wasn't ready for her to see the effect she had on him.

"Why don't you go out there and get started. I need to make a few phone calls, and then I'll be out to join you."

She flounced out of the kitchen and he groaned when he heard the screen door slam. He gave it a few moments before walking up to his office, closing and locking the door behind him. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. He stared down at the angry, purple head in shock. That girl had one hell of an effect on certain parts of his anatomy.

Carefully, he took his cock into his hand and gave a few experimental tugs. Shock waves of pleasure accompanied the motion. Feeling daring, he reached over and twisted the plastic wand that opened the blinds. He peered out into the garden, watching as Christy was bent over one of the boxes. Her tight little ass filled out her jeans nicely and he could just imagine rubbing his hands over it. He began pulling on his cock, watching her work, bending over, and straightening up again. Pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock and he sighed in pleasure, rubbing the natural lube over his length as he worked it, watching her with hawk like scrutiny. A minute later, Christy turned fully around and as though in some effort to torture him, reached inside her shirt and adjusted her breasts.

Seeing her handle herself in such a way brought him to the edge, and he pumped his cock furiously, and cried out as he emptied himself over the gleaming surface of his desk in three erratic spurts.

The pounding in his cock gradually dulled, and he allowed himself to breathe. He pulled several tissues from a box, and cleaned himself, and his desk. He then went into the bathroom to wash his hands. For some reason, he couldn't look at himself in the mirror, and his hands were shaking. It had been many, many years since he'd felt out of control in this way. He just had to be sure that he kept this to himself, and didn't make unwanted advances. It wouldn't be fair to her, and though she was no longer his student, she was still very young. It was his responsibility to be the adult and he knew he had to keep his desire hidden.

Unless she makes the first move...