Lessons With Meredith
It was February 2008, Meredith Morgan sat alone and lonely at home, on her forty-fifth birthday, eating the remnants of her modest birthday cake from work. She was a Maths teacher at a small town secondary school in South Wales. She'd Married at twenty-five, but her husband had died tragically three years later. She had no children and no other immediate family. One cousin, who she barely knew, tried, drunkenly, to make a crude pass at her after her husband's funeral; she made sure that she never saw him again.
For many years after her husbands death, Meredith couldn't bring herself to be interested in men. Then she had a boyfriend in her early thirties but it turned out that he couldn't get it up; oddly, she was relieved; it took pressure off her and she decided eventually that she would probably never have another sexual partner. She'd had plenty of offers; she was still trim and fit; she played tennis and badminton and still looked good in her little tennis skirts with her firm breasts bouncing as she moved around the court.
She dressed well but conservatively: Shift dresses with short jackets, straight skirts, blouses and low heels. She wasn't beautiful but she was not unattractive either. She had friendly hazel-coloured eyes, short black hair and wore minimal makeup. She was at that age where, if she'd had a teenage son of her own, his mates would secretly have fancied her.
Meredith still had her needs; she kept a dirty little secret in her bedside cabinet. It was five inches long, slim and shiny with a dial at the base. It took her on erotic sexual journeys whenever her mood desired it. This was usually about once a week during which she fantasised about work colleagues, celebrities, fathers from parents evenings or men from her tennis club.
She also had uncomfortable thoughts about the lithe, statuesque Gaynor, the star of her tennis club. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, fit-bodied Gaynor had crept into her vibrator-induced fantasies at inconvenient moments a few times and she had immediately removed it from her vagina and switched it off. She instinctively wanted to avoid learning about any latent leanings in that direction; ignorance was bliss.
She was friendly with her next door neighbour without them ever becoming close friends. Faith bemoaned her son's progress at school, especially in maths. He'd turned eighteen the previous September and was now in the final year of his exam courses. Meredith knew what Faith was angling for and against her better judgment offered to give the boy some assistance. She explained that the lessons would have to be at Faith's house to make sure that she was observing professional standards.
Faith's house was semi-detached and similar to Meredith's but they were not adjoined. There was a through lounge with a medium-sized conservatory extension, the connecting glass doors with their net curtains muffled the sound of the television and provided enough of a screen to give a little privacy. She thought it would suffice as a place to give private tuition.
Rhys was tall, good-looking, fit and toned with a sly smile. They had lived next door to Meredith for about five years; she'd watched him grow throughout his teens and thought he would probably break a few hearts, but that had been the limit of her interest in him.
She had no idea that he had occasionally fantasised about fucking her. He'd fantasised about fucking lots of women and the reason that he'd been neglecting his studies was that he'd spent the last four months fucking his eighteen-year-old girlfriend and, without her knowledge, her twenty-eight-year-old stepsister. He'd been to bed with the stepsister half a dozen times and had learned a lot about pleasing a woman sexually.
Rhys' mother worked as a bank clerk in town and his father worked as a manager for a local engineering company. Other than that, Meredith didn't know much about the family.
On the day that Meredith had made her offer of help, it being February, she hadn't seen Faith to speak to for a week or so, but it was the half-term break and Meredith was on her way to the hairdresser as Faith returned from shopping.
"Hi Faith, how's things? How's the family?"
"Oh, so so you know. Alan's happy as long as I don't ask him to do anything and Rhys has got girlfriend trouble. He's struggling with his studies as well, spends too much time chasing girls and not enough time thinking about his future if you ask me."
"Oh dear, isn't he sitting his A levels this summer?"
"Yes, he's supposed to be at any rate."
"You're not alone Faith, I've got my fair share of lads like Rhys" said Meredith referring to her sixth-form maths students at the school where she taught in a neighbouring town.
Before she could stop herself, Meredith offered to help Rhys with his maths.
"How's he doing with maths? Do you want me to have a word with him? Maybe if he shows the right attitude and I feel it's worth the effort I could give him a few lessons. Once a week perhaps for forty minutes."
"Oh, Meredith, would you? I'll pay you of course."
"No need for that, a nice bottle of wine would be more than enough."
"Are you sure? It doesn't seem much."
"It's fine, we'd only be talking about four to six weeks"
"Oh, tidy, he says he hates maths,"
Meredith was already beginning to regret her hasty offer of assistance.
"Any help you can give him would be greatly appreciated. I'll have a word with him, tell him you've kindly offered to give him a hand."
If Rhys hated maths that much, Meredith wondered why he'd chosen to study the subject at A level and she secretly hoped that he would turn her down.
"Okay, if he's interested I can do Monday or Wednesday evenings. It would have to be at your house though with you or Alan present. I know he's eighteen and legally an adult, and he doesn't go to my school, but I'd still be working with him in a position of trust so I'd need it to be done properly. Ha, ha, don't get me wrong, I'm not expecting him to see me as a girl worth chasing but, as a teacher, I have to be seen to be doing things professionally."
