Ivan entered his postgraduate year in York secure with Maggie and enjoying his studies, even fitting in some freelance professional work with the local opera company orchestra. His scholarship covered his fees but not all of his living expenses, so he was on the lookout for other work, and hence was very pleased when the Music Department Administrator approached him about doing some private viola teaching. The Department was often asked for recommendations for local teachers and liked to give their older students work when they could, and soon Ivan found himself with four pupils: two children who wanted to change from the violin to the viola, and two adults.
Both adult pupils were women who had played the viola as teenagers but like many instrumentalists had given up when exams and other distractions encroached on their time. Now they wanted to start again in order to join local amateur orchestras and play chamber music. One, Naomi, was in her 50s and physically awkward: Ivan worked hard to try to get her to relax her shoulders and improve her bow arm but he found teaching her a struggle.
His other adult could not have been more different. Her name was Helen and she and Ivan hit it off from the start. He did not ask her age, but reckoned she must be in her late 30s -- she had a daughter of 14, and said she had not played the viola seriously for nearly 20 years since leaving school. He also gathered quite quickly that she was divorced, her husband having left her for another woman when her daughter was just five. Ivan thought to himself that the man must have been mad or deluded: he found Helen very attractive, though did not entertain the idea of a relationship with her given the difference in their age, lifestyles and relationship status.
Ivan was also loyal to Maggie, although in his heart of hearts he was beginning to wonder whether she was definitely the girl for his long-term future; they had fun together and a very comfortable relationship, but given their relative youth, almost too comfortable, particularly in bed where Ivan was finding Maggie a little unadventurous and hard to persuade to try different things. Nonetheless he was happy, and he tried to supress these doubts, recognising that Maggie was kind, considerate and clearly loved him.
Through the winter and spring Ivan worked hard at his Masters studies, and also enjoyed his teaching and his freelance work. The lessons with Helen went well and she made good progress, finding that her levels of attainment soon overtook where she had reached in her teens. She and Ivan continued to get on well, and Ivan was a good teacher, new ideas and ways of expressing them coming to him easily. Helen teased him in a friendly way, particularly about his hair, which was still long and very curly, and when he did finally have it cut she claimed full responsibility, although others had also told Ivan that it was getting a bit ridiculous.
Ivan found himself thinking about Helen often between their weekly meetings, and on occasions when Maggie was away and Ivan was sleeping alone, he could not help fantasising about Helen as he masturbated. Helen had shoulder-length strawberry blond hair and was quite tall, at 5ft 7 only an inch or two smaller than Ivan, with very good legs which she displayed readily with short skirts and boots or skirts with a large slit in them. She often wore fitted tops which revealed good breasts, and Ivan imagined running his hands over them during a lesson, Helen not resisting and then joining in by stroking his cock through his trousers. It did not take much of one of these fantasies for Ivan to come hard as he tugged at his swollen cock, and once or twice he even gasped Helen's name as the cum spurted on to his stomach.
It is inevitable when teaching any instrument that some physical contact will take place between teacher and pupil, and with Helen, Ivan had in particular to work on the way in which her left arm moved under the viola. She was a little tense and he showed her exercises to release this tension, demonstrating the way in which he wanted her arm to swing by putting his hand on her left elbow as she played, moving it as she changed from one string on the viola to another. He worked on her shoulders too, encouraging Helen to relax as she played by pressing with his fingers on the tight areas around her shoulder blades. As summer approached and the weather grew warmer, Helen took to wearing t-shirts, sleeveless blouses or flimsy cotton tops, and Ivan managed to find the need to massage her shoulders more often.
Given Helen's encouraging progress Ivan suggested that their weekly half-hour lessons were not adequate, and asked if she would consider increasing to 45 minutes. She agreed readily and the extra time seemed to move their relationship on to another level, each more relaxed in the other's presence and able to display small signs of intimacy, the result too of the lessons having gone on now for nearly eight months.
Ivan was staying in York for the summer to complete his thesis, whilst Maggie was returning home, though visiting him as often as she could. At the end of June Maggie went abroad for two weeks to play with her former county youth orchestra on a tour of Germany, leaving Ivan alone in York to study. Helen was still around, her daughter's school term not having finished, and the viola lessons continued.
The first lesson after Maggie's departure took place late on a Friday afternoon. England was having a rare burst of sustained summer sunshine, and even in York the temperature was in the 80s. Ivan enjoyed the heat and had been cycling along the river bank in shorts and a t-shirt on his way to Helen's house, his viola strapped carefully to the front of the bike. He arrived slightly early, chained his bike to a lamppost, took off his viola case and stood for a moment feeling the late afternoon sun warming his bare, brown arms. He wondered idly what Helen might be wearing, and was delighted when his hopes were fulfilled as she answered his ring on the door, standing in front of him in a pair of small denim shorts and a vest (tank) top covered by a very thin, almost translucent cotton shirt. As far as he could tell, the closely fitted top also meant that she had gone without a bra, making her look even sexier than ever.
"Come in, come in" Helen said, "you must be boiling, I'll get you a drink," and she turned and headed into the kitchen, affording Ivan a glorious view of her excellent arse and legs. He followed her and sat on a high stool as she mixed him a lemon drink; he downed it almost in one gulp as he found the heat had indeed made him very thirsty.
"Wow, someone's up for it," Helen said, "I can almost see your tongue hanging out! I'll get you another one before we start."
Ivan wondered whether he was imagining what seemed like flirting from Helen, but tried to put it out of his mind as the lesson began. The highlight of it for Ivan was his taking the opportunity to stand close behind Helen and reach around her to demonstrate how to approach a particularly tricky passage, his body nearly touching hers as he leant forward, and his cock stirring at the proximity to her fabulous bum. The time passed far too quickly for Ivan's liking as he was enjoying Helen's company and did not really want to leave, so his heart leapt excitedly when she said as they were putting their instruments in their cases: "Would you like to stay for a proper drink? Jenny [her daughter] is at a friend's for a sleepover so I'm at a loose end, and I know you're on your own too at the moment."
Ivan had mentioned the previous week that Maggie was going to be away but was surprised that Helen had remembered, and again wondered whether this meant anything or not. He readily agreed and they moved back into the kitchen.
"Beer, wine or something stronger?" Helen asked, and Ivan requested a cold beer. Helen reached up towards a high cupboard to get the glasses, then even though the difference in their heights was trivial, said to Ivan "Can you reach up above me and get them down; I don't want to drop them?"
Helen had manoeuvred herself so that Ivan had to stand directly behind her to reach up to the cupboard, like in the lesson, but this time as he stretched above her she moved back so that she was leaning into him. He put the glasses down on the work surface and Helen took his hands in hers, guiding them deliberately and firmly on to her breasts. Ivan was briefly taken aback at this and hesitated, but Helen made her intentions perfectly clear by moving his hands with hers so that he was stroking her through the thin cotton of her blouse and top. He could feel her nipples harden beneath his touch, and Helen turned her head towards him, whispering into his ear: "That's great, I love your hands, they're so sexy, I've wanted you to do this for so long."
