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?
"Julie, call me Julie. You are not in school now look at you you're a man, and stop all this nervousness around me."
I walked around his chair and put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him as I said it.
As I moved across to the fridge I could feel his eyes following me, I bent at the waist to reach for his beer. I made a repeat journey to get myself a beer too just to make a little show of it. My skirt was tight over my behind and it felt wicked to tease a man again, it had been too long.
We made small talk as we ate and drank.
"Are you sure you do not mind helping me?"
"Honest, it will be my pleasure Miss---sorry, Julie."
I smiled as he said it, no stammer either. I hoped he was a bit more comfortable in my presence now.
Billy took hold of my big armchairs like they were made of feathers. I directed him to where I needed them and we covered them with plastic sheeting. Again I made a big show of bending in front of him and touched his arm whenever the opportunity arose.
We made short work of the tasks I had him do and I got us another two beers. We sat on the sheeting as I asked him about his plans and aspirations. He planned to open his own garden design company one day and maybe even employ his own father as he was the best in the business.
Billy idolised his dad which as fathers and sons know only too well is highly unusual. He had turned into a wonderful young man, a credit to his parents. I felt myself hanging on every word he was saying.
"Are you feeling more comfortable with me now?"
"Yes Julie, you are so much easier to talk to than I remember."
"Good. Women are not that hard to chat with once you get to know us, it's all about confidence eh?"
"To be honest that's my problem where girls are concerned, confidence. I get tongue tied."
"Well I can help you with that, your tongue I mean."
