William Parker trudged down the drive that led from the main building to where his music lesson would be taught. The two-storey redbrick house that stood at the gates to the school's drive had formerly been the Janitor's residence, but was no longer used for that purpose and had been empty for several years. With the commencement of construction work taking place to enlarge the academy, its quiet isolation from the rest of the buildings let it be perfectly suitable as a centre for music tuition.
Trudging down the path to the building William considered that carrying his instrument was perhaps his one gripe with playing the cello; on windy days it would act as a sail to throw him off balance, slow him down when trying to hurry home in the rain. Today the case uncomfortably pressed his over-warm coat onto his back as the sun beat down unusually strong manner for an early spring afternoon.
It didn't help that he'd been let out of gym class five minutes earlier than he should have been in order to get to his lesson on time; his cheeks still flushed from the exertion of the 5-a-side football match. The office-formal clothes that all in the 6th Form were required to wear didn't help matters- the required smart trousers and shirt - even with a couple of buttons undone, still felt oppressive under the current weather. Still, he consoled himself, it was his last year at the school, soon he would be heading off to University and it didn't look like he would get the chance to play the cello much in the future, he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
As he stepped through the front door of the house he heard his teacher Mrs. Richards play a piece he recognised but couldn't name, she was passing the time between her previous student and William, who was the last for the day. Closing the door behind him the muted rumble of school buses arriving to take pupils home could faintly be heard in pauses, but the music soon swelled and filled the space, drowning out the outside world. The warmth of the house and the smell of Mrs Richards perfume washed over him as he proceeded through the house.
He quietly moved through from the entrance hall to what would have been the living room, now sparsely furnished with a piano and stool, two chairs and a few music stands. On one of the chairs Mrs. Richards was perched on the piano stool with her back to the door, William glanced briefly down to the curves of her behind, she was wearing a black mid-length skirt today and it displayed her shapely form perfectly. At 43 she was almost 25 years his senior (William had turned 18 late the previous October) but he increasingly found her presence and appearance arousing, and at times had, somewhat guiltily, used the memory of this married woman to fuel his near-daily masturbation sessions.
Announcing his entrance with a brief 'hello' Mrs Richards stopped playing and rose from the chair, bending forward slightly, pushing her backside out towards him. She smiled as they engaged in idle conversation, asking about how practice in the school's orchestra had gone and about the unseasonal weather. At this remark William found himself glancing down towards Mrs Richards' breasts momentarily, which were covered by a thin maroon-coloured sweater with a black bra just about visible beneath. He imagined that they were probably 36DD, admiring her curves as she placed some sheet music on the stand, before quickly returning his gaze to her soft green eyes and bright smile as she stood up straight again. In the heeled boots she was wearing she was close in height to his 5 foot 9 inch frame and her body, from what William could see, remained youthful and toned.
He lifted his instrument from his back and quickly removed it from the soft carry-case. Having removed his coat he still found it uncomfortably warm in the room, the light streaming in through the French window. Sitting himself down on the stool his teacher had vacated, he positioned the instrument between his legs, both in order to begin his lesson, and also as a shield to hide his rapidly engorging semi from view. He knew his boxer briefs offered only a little resistance, and a full-blown hard-on would certainly tent his thin trousers. Thankfully Mrs Richards sat facing the piano in order to accompany William's cello part and, without her eyes on him, he became aware of his erection slowly subsiding.
After about 15 minutes they had moved on from the pieces he had practiced from the week before and started on a new set of sheet music. William became increasingly frustrated when attempting to play it, the fingers of his left hand stubbornly refusing to move accurately or fast enough, and in focusing on this his bow fell behind and crossed the wrong strings.