Kristen sat curled up on the divan. Her feet tucked up under her as she reread the letter. Although she had submitted her name to the agency to be a tutor for a child, the proposal far exceeded what she had been prepared for. She had accepted the job primarily because of the very generous salary and the opportunity to work with children, but this proposal was well beyond what she had expected.
To sum it up, the child she was to tutor was a young boy named Kirk. His exact age had been provided as 18, but she assumed it was a typographical error and assumed he would be in his mid teens at most. Apparently he had been adopted by a couple who were well up in years and wanted a child. As anthropologists who did field work, they never really settled down and the child had been home tutored. Apparently he was exceptional because his IQ was near the genius threshold.
The letter went on to explain that because he had been with them constantly and rarely in contact with children his own age, he lacked the social skills of his peers, or at least children of his own age. Her task would be to wean him into society so he would be able to cope with groups his own age.
Kristen welcomed the opportunity, and quite frankly, the enormous salary his parents had offered. Her plan was to live with him, more or less as an Au Pair but with sole responsibility for him. His parents wouldn't be returning for several months and she was to act as a surrogate mother.
The following Friday she arrived at the home she would be living in and settled down. The boy would arrive on Monday so she had an opportunity to stock up on food and the other things a pseudo parent might need to begin caring for a young boy.
When the cab arrived around two in the afternoon on Monday she rushed out to help unload his baggage. That was the first surprise. Kirk was a strapping young man, and definitely not a child. Apparently the age on the form had been correct. To just say he was handsome would be an understatement, he was an Adonis. Broad shoulders, lean body and he had the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
She stood there dumbfounded, as the cabby and Kirk unloaded the bags and set them down. He paid the cabby and he immediately drove off. Now they stood there staring at one another. She was almost in a trance as she looked at him. She simply didn't know what to say.
He was the first to speak, and in an almost childlike manner, extended his hand and said, "I'm glad to meet you ma'am. I'm sorry to be late. There was so much traffic."
Kristen followed him into the house and spoke for the first time. "Your room is down the hallway to the left. Do you want me to help you carry anything?"
Kirk smiled and just mumbled, "No ma'am I can manage," and picked up the bags and vanished. Kristen was aghast. She didn't know whether to call up and back out of the arrangement or to give it a day or two just to see what would happen.
Her mind was in a whirl. She decided to start dinner and puttered around the kitchen getting a meal ready, but her thoughts were on him. How was it possible that a young man that was that good looking would need instruction in social graces? What would she have to teach him?
When he returned he stood in the doorway staring at her. Now Kristen was only twenty three and still had a beautiful body, long auburn hair, dark brown eyes and wore a 28C bra. A bra which she rarely needed except when going out. He watched her, not saying anything as she set the table. "God, she thought, he is awfully shy." He was following her with his eyes, almost like a puppy dog would do with its master.
Dinner was quiet. Conversation was nonexistent and finally Kristen couldn't stand it any longer. She began by asking questions. She wasn't sure about what she was to do. Teach him to dance? How to carry on a conversation? What to wear? She was totally in the dark, but one thing was apparent. He was shy. So shy, in fact that she felt that that would be her first project. Bring him out.
From that point on she began to try and make him feel more comfortable around her. He didn't pick up on her little jokes or respond too much of anything she asked. His answers were short and to the point. He wouldn't keep any sort of conversation going.
Finally she asked: "Don't you like me Kirk? You seem afraid of me. Is there something wrong with me that you don't like?"
"No ma'am came his brief reply. I just never saw anyone as pretty as you and I just don't know what to talk about. Mom and Dad said you were supposed to teach me things. Like what to say to people and what to do at parties, what to wear and other things so I would fit in. I sort of thought you would be older though."
"Hell," she thought, "you're not a child and not exactly what I was prepared for either. Here I am a surrogate mother for a guy just a few years younger than I am. This is going to be one hell of a relationship."
Kristen cleaned up the dishes, while Kirk washed and dried them for her. Then she took his hand and led him into the living room. Sitting down next to him she tried to start a conversation.
Though mostly one sided, she asked questions and decided several things. One, he was extremely shy. Two, he didn't have much of a grasp of what people his age were up to these days and third, he was lost around girls. He was so innocent that it was almost unbelievable. His parents had kept him so sheltered that he simply couldn't communicate.
Around nine Kristen put on some music and practically had to force him to put his arm around her waist as she tried to teach him how to dance. Strangely he was a quick study. Once she showed him a step, he had it down pat. The problem was he was afraid to hold her very close and he was a bit rigid. She tried to get him a bit more limber by telling him to sway his hips and try to move with her. Finally he began to relax but getting him to lead was another problem.
By ten they were ready to give it up for the evening. They both went to their rooms and once in bed, Kristen lay on her back and thought about her new charge.
Masturbation was a pacifier that she used quite often when she was stressed out or upset, and this evening was one of those times. One half hour, and three hard orgasms later, she was exhausted enough to drop off to sleep.
The next morning Kristen awoke to hear the shower. Curiosity took control, and she dared to crack the door slightly and peer in. The glass door to the shower was steamed up but she did get brief glimpses when he came close to the opaque surface of the door.
Perhaps it was her imagination, or perhaps it was wishful thinking, but what she thought she saw, had her heart pounding. If she was right, he was above average in the masculine attributes department.
Returning to her room she put on a short denim skirt, a pullover, and sandals. She made breakfast and after they had eaten, the plates were washed and stowed. Then they went down to the lake. When Kirk saw the rowboat tied up at the dock they decided to take it out.
As he rowed, she sat across from him and pretended to be enjoying the view. But the view she was most interested in was Kirk. Still wondering about what she thought she had seen, she began a conversation.
"Have you ever been with a girl before, Kirk?"
"Not very often, no not really," he answered.
"Have you ever seen a girl nude," she asked.
"Yes," he answered. "In magazines and books mostly. Never in person."
Kristen paused, then lifting up slightly, reached between her legs and pulled off her panties and holding them over the side of the boat, dropped them in the water.
