The lesson
I writhed above the boy, he was a quick learner and good student. His tongue was starting to hit all the right places. I had Billy laid out flat on my lounge floor with a cushion under his head for comfort. He was naked while I was fully clothed I felt more in control and powerful this way.
He is an ex-student and my gardeners son and has been a lot of help to me lately in more ways than I can say. I am Julie Watson, I'm 46 and teach piano in a couple of the local schools. I get lonely on my own and male company, any company really is a great distraction from my life alone.
My husband died suddenly nine years ago from a heart attack. We had a great bond and I miss him so much still. Every minute of every day, he was my life. He was clever enough to have invested wisely and left me enough to never have to worry about my future. I was happy apart from the lonely nights. I needed a man now.
Billy, was a grade A student and wanted a career in design. He had spent two years of his degree at university and was on a short break. He was helping out his dad on a beautiful late July summers morning when I saw him in my garden. I recognized him immediately. It had been almost five years since I had seen him, my how he had grown.
"Billy, is that you?"
"Oh h-hi Miss Watson, he stammered. I-I didn't know you still lived around here."
"Yes Billy, I am still alive and kicking."
"Sorry, I-I didn't mean it quite that way" he said affectionately.
"I know, I'm just kidding. I see you are still as shy as ever around me then!"
He went bright red and looked to the floor. Billy was a bit shy around the opposite sex, he always had been that way and especially around Miss Watson. He had had a crush on her since year nine.
Charlie my gardener came through the side gate with a wheelbarrow full of topsoil, he eyed his son chatting with me,
"Bill, You are not disturbing Mrs. Watson are you?"
"It's ok Charlie, it's my fault and no we were just catching up. I used to teach Billy in music class at school."
Charlie chuckled. "Yes I remember, lucky lad I wished I had teachers who looked like you when I was at school."
"DAD!"
"It's ok Billy," I laughed. "Me and your dad are old friends."
A bit later in the morning I saw Charlie alone.
"Charlie, is it ok to ask Billy if he is alright to help me with a few bits around the place, if you don't need him that is?"
"Of course Julie just ask him, you don't need my permission you know."
"I know but it could be a bit awkward, I thought I should approach you first"
"Julie, I know we had our thing but we parted as best friends. You have nothing to feel awkward about."
Charlie had helped me through the worst year of my life when Stan had died. We had gotten close over that year, too close and we ended up having an affair. I ended it after three months because I felt terrible for his wife. We did part as great friends which is why he is still in my life and is still my gardener to this day.
"Thank you Charlie." I kissed his cheek.
I arranged it with Billy to help me move some heavy furniture and boxes that afternoon as I had decorators coming in.
I watched though the window as he helped his dad load the truck and Charlie drove off home.
Billy knocked at the kitchen door,
"Come in Billy no need to knock, come in sit down. I have a plate of bacon sandwiches, coffee? tea? Beer? What can I offer you?
God he looked so gorgeous in his cutdown jeans and shirt, beads of sweat glistening on his muscular arms and brow.
"Th-thank you Miss Watson, can I-I have a beer please?
