Tommy called a few times during the week and we talked, almost like teenagers on the phone. He was having a difficult time putting it all into perspective. I'd told him this wasn't about him and it wasn't about he and I, it was about me, exploring my sexuality. But he couldn't fully grasp the concept, of course. He's still just a kid, right out of high school.
To be honest I've been playing Tommy along, intentionally. I hadn't let him get to 'home plate' yet - I didn't want to sell the farm, as it were. I don't want him losing interest with an older woman. Not until I get what I want out of him first.
And that's what Saturday was all about.
"Tell you what, Tommy. Can you come over and do some work for me in the backyard? I'll gladly pay you."
Of course he said yes.
"Do you think you could bring over a friend to help you? There's a lot of work to do, a lot of tree limbs to be cut back, and brush to be cleared. I'll pay him, too."
There was a lot of work to do, but not the kind of work I was talking about. And I was definitely going to make it worth their while.
I greeted the boys at the door wearing short shorts to show off my legs, wedgie sandals to sculpt my calves and butt - the kind with cloth straps that wrap around halfway up your calf - and a loose fitting long-sleeved white silk blouse, tied up between my breasts in front to show off some cleavage. No bra, of course.
Their jaws dropped when they saw Teacher greeting them this way at the door, but hey, it's Saturday, right?
"Oh hello, Chris," I said, extending my hand. Tommy had brought along another one of my students. "I haven't seen you since you graduated. What are you doing with yourself."
"Oh, er, um," Chris seemed to be having difficulty composing himself. "I'm, uh, going to State in the fall."
"Oh that's good. What are you studying?" I made small talk as I led the boys through the house - letting them study my ass in those short shorts - to the where the sliding glass doors open onto the porch.
I walked the boys around the backyard, showing them what needed to be done, and the shed where my husband keeps his yard tools. In the shade the freshness of the air was cool enough to cause my nipples to stiffen and poke thru the thin silk cloth of the top I wore. It was thrilling to see the boys eyes dart to my chest then back up as I spoke about what needed to be done.
I left the boys to it. It wasn't a complete subterfuge, there really was some work to be done. While they worked I went to my computer and worked on what you've read in the past episodes. After a couple of hours had gone by, I decided it was time to call the boys in for a cool drink of lemonade in the shade of the porch.
Time to lure them in for Phase Two of the operation.
As we sat around the wrought iron table drinking lemonade in the shade of the patio, the cool air did its thing to my nipples again. It amused me how the young men struggled to maintain eye contact.
During the course of our small talk I managed to inform them that my husband was not home, in fact he was out of town for the weekend. This was a complete fabrication, of course. Hubs was actually lurking around upstairs, waiting for The Show. Finally I said, "Let's take it inside."
I sat the boys down on the leather sofa, then perched myself between them. I was facing them - Chris to my left, Tommy to my right - with my legs tucked underneath me. The boys were absolutely mesmerized by my cleavage, of course.
"So, uh, Tommy, does Chris know about . . . us?"
"Uh, no, Mrs. Morrison . . . I haven't said anything to anybody . . . like you said."
"That's a good boy," I patted Tommy in his lap. Right on top of where his boner was "pitching a tent" in fact.
"Well," I said, looking at Chris. His face was a combination of awe and confusion, "there's something I need to get off my chest."
I took a deep breath and as my breasts strained against the thin cloth, I undid the knot tying the ends of the silk blouse and let it fall open. My pulse raced to the thrill of exposing myself brazenly like this.
Chris's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his skull, and Tommy's hard-on pulsed beneath my palm.
"Tommy and I are . . ." I wanted to say 'having an affair' but somehow that sounded too exclusive, and my next move, of course, was to include Chris. "Well, let's just say that there's a side of your teacher's life you weren't aware of, of course, and Tommy's been enjoying this aspect of my personality."
"I'm a sexual adventuress," I shrugged. "And now, Chris, you get to become part of my next adventure."
