Scar
written by:
Thesandman

Scar

It had been three years since the car accident that I'd been involved in that had broken both my legs, an arm along with several ribs. I had spent a considerable amount of time in the hospital, and then going through rehab for several months afterwards. Because of it, I'd been held back in school, a year behind my friends and peers. Something which had left me scarred not only on the outside because of all the surgery required to put me back together again, but also because of the scars emotionally, along with a rather ugly one running down one side of my face.

I had lost my only real girlfriend. She had graduated, gone on to college in another state, and from what I'd last heard was dating some other guy already. I felt like a freak. Older than everyone else, though even that should have had some sort of side benefit, but it didn't. A nasty scar running down the side of my face from my ear to my jaw saw to that. And though it wasn't nearly as red as it once had been, every time I looked in a mirror and saw it, I saw only ugliness. Because of that, I made no effort to make any new friends, let alone date. And though I was doing much better getting around without a wheelchair or crutches now, there were days when my legs felt so weak that I had to rely on a cane to walk around with. Which had given me the nickname of "The Old Man," something the other kids in class thought was funny as I was in fact the oldest, and most of the time had to use a cane to get about with.

There were days however when even that was too painful still. So I stayed home, doing the best I could to keep up with my studies, but falling behind once again as my grades soon began to show the steady decline, and again threatening that I fall yet another year behind without graduating.

My parents both worked, but did well enough that when they saw that I was once again falling behind in school, they took immediate action to see to it that I would graduate from school this time around. I wasn't too keen on getting a tutor, one more thing for my classmates to tease and taunt me with. I could just hear it already, coming to be known as "The Stupid Old Man," or something like that. Still, it was also my desire to graduate as well, I couldn't take yet another year of falling behind, older...dumber even more so the next time around if I did.

They had placed an ad in the paper, set up appointments, and the following weekend had begun to interview prospective tutors for me. Part of the deal I had struck with my parents was that they would select a final three candidates, and from there, I would then be given the choice between those three as to whom I preferred as a tutor, though I of course sat in with them as we greeted all who had come to apply for the position.

I knew that the third person interviewed, Mary, wouldn't be amongst the top three. She was way too pretty, "too flirty" as mom put it afterwards, and had she been amongst the final three, I knew darn well myself she'd have been my first choice. Needless to say I wasn't surprised when she didn't make the cut, even though it was obvious she would have been a good tutor, she was obviously smart and very enthusiastic. Perhaps too much so. But they did at least whittle down to three, from which it would be my choice.

One was an older man, around the same age as my father, whom I immediately rejected out of hand. That was the last thing I needed was another father figure in my life. Especially when my own father had begun looking at me as less than a man, no longer worthy or capable of earning myself some sort of sports honor as he had. The second was a woman in her late sixties, and though she was nice enough, kind looking, she too was eliminated simply because she reminded me too much of my own grandmother. Someone who constantly smothered me with kisses and bear hugs. And though I doubted Mrs. Anderson as she called herself would do that, I'd be reminded of it every time I saw her. That left Ms. Wright.

At least Ms. Wright, though she'd also given my parents the name of Julie, was reasonably attractive, if not somewhat prudish looking in not only her dress, but in her demeanor as well. I guessed her to be in her mid forties, perhaps even fifty and though she certainly wasn't even half as beautiful as Mary had been, she was certainly better than either of the other two. Needless to say she was the one I finally picked, though my mother had pretty much guessed that I would, along with my father as they nodded their heads in agreement over my selection. Perhaps that was their way of directing me to their obvious choice, by giving me two other candidates they knew damn well I wouldn't have picked.

Julie, though I was to call her Ms. Wright, not Mrs. as she wasn't married and never had been, was to start the following Monday afternoon. She would come every other day, and earlier than the 2:00 hour if I had for whatever reason remained home on any of those particular days. It was the intent of my parents to see to it that I didn't just lay around the house on the days I wasn't feeling well, or strong enough to go to school. So much for my "alone" time as I had called it when I'd been able to do that. Much of it spent admittedly in masturbation while perusing through several saved, hidden away web sites that I'd enjoyed looking at. After the very first day I thought I had made a horrible mistake in my choosing. Ms. Wright had been downright mean the way I saw it. She hadn't let up even for a moment the entire time we spent together. By the time she finally left around six, just as my parents got home, my head was spinning and I had an incredible headache. I was already dreading Wednesday when it came, though when it did, I was surprised at the somewhat noticeable change that occurred when I next saw Julie...Ms. Wright.

She wasn't dressed nearly as prudish as she had when mom and dad had interviewed her, nor was she so outfitted, as she had been the first time she had actually come and tutored with me. Not that she was wearing anything sexy either, don't get me wrong. She still looked every bit the "teacher" type, but at least the white blouse she was wearing had a couple of top buttons undone. And though we're not talking massive cleavage showing or anything, there was at least a hint of it whenever she leaned over to look down at my progress on some problem she'd given me to work on and figure out. That at least made it somewhat interesting for me. That and the obvious hint of a very lacy white bra beneath her blouse that when pressed against it, revealed the delicate pattern within it, as well as the shapely fullness of her rather well rounded breasts.

Julie had given me six math problems to resolve in less than a half hours time. I'd managed to do four of them quite easily, the fifth considerably harder though I'd finally managed to work it out. The sixth one however, by far the hardest and left me sitting their scratching my head. I glanced up, saw her as she stood looking out the window in the study where we worked. I sat looking at her, perhaps for the very first time really as my thoughts drifted away from the problem I was trying to puzzle out. She wore her dark hair shoulder length in an attractive looking cut that perfectly molded her face and features. And though she wore a skirt that fell way past her knees, her legs looked to be very shapely and muscular in appearance. Telling me that she no doubt jogged every morning by the looks of them. But it was her full breasts my eyes suddenly landed on, staring at her as I did. The way she was standing in the window with the light coming in through it cast a perfect image of her form through the somewhat sheer blouse. I could clearly see the outline of her bra-clad breasts, the gentle slope of each one, the tightness of her tummy, another indication that she must be working out.

"Time!" she said suddenly spinning away from the window looking towards me, catching me as I sat there staring at her, though she gave no indication that she had. "How'd you do?" she asked walking over. "Let's see."

At least she was smiling. And she really did have a nice smile. "I got five of them ok I think," I told her looking down at the paper once again. "But this last one...I'm missing something," I told her honestly.

Julie picked up the sheet looking at it. As she did, I once again took time to admire her chest as it heaved up and down with every breath that she took.

"Very good," she said giving me credit for correctly doing the first five math problems. "But yes here...this is where you made your mistake," she said now leaning over my shoulder having walked around behind me, setting the paper down in front of me so that we could both see it. As she did, I felt the lightest touch of her breasts against my upper shoulder, though I knew without any doubt it had been accidental, inadvertent contact, which she didn't immediately acknowledge in creating distance between us. But it was also contact which she didn't allow to continue for very long either as she explained to me what it was I had done wrong. "Better than Monday though," she then added giving me some credit anyway, along with another brief quick smile which suddenly made her more attractive looking than she had appeared to me before. I was actually feeling pretty good at the moment until she soured me with the next concern that she had.

"Now...for your writing," she began. One of the class assignments we all had was to write a poem. But the worse part for me was, it also had to be a poem that included something about our natural environment, and should be upbeat and exciting to the reader. For one, I was certainly no poet, and for the life of me, I couldn't imagine trying to write a poem about trees or flowers or even wildlife, and make it sound exciting. Fucking amongst the trees, the wildflowers, maybe. But trying to get excited about writing a poem about it was something else entirely.

My first effort on it Monday had proven to be disastrous. "Julie", had in fact given me a rather disgusted look, as she'd read my first effort. Admittedly, I hadn't done a very good job and knew it after reading what I had written. But the simple fact of the matter was, there was absolutely nothing I could think of to inspire me, let alone excite me, though staring at Ms. Wrights boobs as she stood in front of the window earlier had had a promising start towards that.

"Alright, let's try doing this assignment again," she began, though I sighed heavily not looking forward to it. "What I'd like you to do is close your eyes," she began. "Try to imagine a place...any place that you've been to or seen before. A place you actually thought of as beautiful, someplace you'd like to visit or see again."

I had in fact closed my eyes of course, but all I could see was the soft gentle slopes of Julie's breasts as she leaned over towards me, pointing out my last failed attempt as I quickly gazed down the front of her blouse. I had in that brief moment of time inhaled the aroma of her subtle perfume, the perfection of her smooth skin as it flowed downwards, the gentle soft curve of each breast as they secreted themselves away into the lacy confines of her bra.

"I want you to try and find the excitement in that moment," she continued.

I was. At the moment I could feel the excitement growing within my pants, the sudden emergence of my erection now threatening to become painfully uncomfortable as I sat there.

"Now, think about what you're seeing, imagining, and how much that excites you to look at," she advised me. "And write it." She walked away, back over towards the window where she again stood, though looking over towards me briefly as she did so, once again smiling, as I sat looking at her. "You've got twenty minutes to give me something we can work on," she then added in a far less than friendly tone of voice.

I glanced down at the blank page sitting in front of me. The words I'd like to write down already filling my head.

"With breasts as soft as doe skin, and nipples oh so tight. I'd love to lick and tickle them, and suck them both all night."

There was more, but what was the point? I certainly wasn't about to write that down even though I was thinking it, and at the moment, was about the only thing I could come up with. Not to mention the fact, this particular poem wasn't really supposed to rhyme either. At least not the way I'd just done it inside my head.

I did manage to get back to a grove of trees I'd once been to. Though even then it had been to imagine what it might be like to actually make love to a woman while laying down in the middle of them. The feel of the grass beneath me, caressing, soft. The gentle touch of the wind on my bare skin, the way the trees would bend rhythmically in motion to the way we would move together, branches applauding the performance with a gentle shake of leaves. The sunlight bathing the two of us like a warm blanket, the smell of the fresh air and wild flowers, heady in their aroma. I could almost taste the sweetness of her pussy as I lay there licking it, perhaps even teasing her with the wildflowers I would hold within my hand, hearing her pleasured sigh of ecstasy as I did so.

"Time!"

"God, had it been twenty minutes already?" I thought, and then looked down, surprised to find I had actually written something, and even more surprised to discover I had somehow (thankfully) not mentioned Julie's tits. Not even once. But everything else was there, even if there was no mention of what I had imagined doing while actually laying down in that grassy little meadow amongst the trees and the flowers while they all watched me...and what it was I had actually been doing.

"Not bad," she said reading what I had actually written down, though she did cast a brief inquisitive glance in my direction, her mouth opening as though about to speak, though she held whatever question she had in check, without giving it voice. She read the few sentences I had managed again. "It needs work, but its better," she told me. "Much better. At least I can sort of imagine you being there, seeing what you described."

I wondered about that. I seriously didn't think she was standing there imagining herself laying beneath me....naked, while I sucked on her beautiful bare breasts, nor the way my fingers strummed the slick wetness of her pussy, nor the way my hard stiff cock pressed against the opening of her cunt, just before driving myself into the depths of her being either. No...I seriously doubt she was thinking about that, though I certainly had been. And again, my hard stiff cock was witness to that, which I took a quick moment to look down at as Julie once again walked back towards the window, re-reading my few brief sentences. As she did, I was aghast at what I saw.

"Stupid fuck!" I said chastising myself. I had worn beige pants. And what I now sat looking at was a rather large, very noticeable "wet spot", not to mention a fairly good sized tent pole trying to press through the front of them. Thankfully I was sitting down, slightly hunching myself even further beneath the desk I was at as Julie returned to the window looking out.

I knew what it was she could see from there. The grounds around my parent's home and property was fairly large. A long row of Quaking Asp's, a few pine and fir trees had been planted all over the property. That and a wide variety of different plants and flowers, which the weekly grounds keepers took, pride in keeping immaculate in their appearance.

"Let's take a walk," she said suddenly, which is about the worst thing she could have ever said to me.

"A walk? Why?"

"I want you to describe the trees, the flowers, the way they move, smell...look," she said. "Like I said, I think you can do a better job of that than you did, and maybe it will be easier if you're actually looking at the real things while we do."

"The real things," which I saw inside my head, just made the ever-growing wet spot even worse. The moment I stood up, I was done for.

"I don't know Ms. Wright, my legs...they're really bothering me today, more so than usual."

"Then I'll push you," she told me, taking away my reason for going. "I don't mind, and it will be good to get out. It's almost too nice of a day to be cooped up inside here anyway."

So much for that idea. "Um, well...ok, but can I get a glass of water first before we go?" I asked. "Would you mind?" If I couldn't use the old legs are useless at the moment thing to keep me from going outside into the garden, at least perhaps it might convince her to get a drink of water for me. Which thankfully, it did. Julie left the room just long enough for me to mentally picture out what it was I needed to do. Moments later she returned with my glass of water, which I thankfully accepted from her, taking a drink, and then sitting it down on the desk. I promptly pretended to stand on unsteady legs, and effectively knocked the water glass over into my lap. And though it wasn't the best aim, which I'd hoped for, there was enough of a splash to at least give me some measure of doubt should she so scrutinize the front of my slacks in minute detail.

"Damn!" I exclaimed standing up, looking down at myself, the front of my slacks obviously wet, though the appearance of one almost perfect circle just off to one side away from the rest of the spill was still too telling. She didn't seem to notice it however, though rushing over with a several napkins that she'd pulled from a nearby box, immediately wiping off the table, and then without thinking really, dabbing at the front of my slacks as I stood there. What I hadn't counted on, was the continued appearance of the pole that was still clearly pressing through the front of my pants. It had been somewhat noticeable when sitting down. But the wet spot itself had been my first focus. Now standing, though it had been a part of my act, I hadn't realized the extent that I would find it in when suddenly standing up the way that I had. And worse, that Julie had in fact 'dabbed' at it, though briefly. Her fingers actually grazing the firmness of it for a millisecond through my slacks.

"Damn, how stupid of me," I continued on with the charade, after all, there wasn't anything else I could do at the moment either. "If you'll excuse me, I'll go and change my pants before we go out for our walk." I then turned, walking on unsteady legs without the use of my cane, through the door and on down the hall towards my room. Julie didn't say a word to me as I left.

I wondered all the way to my room if she realized what it was she had actually touched. And worse, if she then knew and saw through my little ploy in trying to cover up my obvious predicament. By the time I had reemerged from my room, dressed in much darker jeans this time, Julie met me at the door, my hardly ever used wheel chair now sitting there waiting for me. In a way, I was almost thankful to see it. At least if I did get another erection this time, I could hide it a little better, though I still felt a bit of a flush spread through my face as we walked outside together before I sat down. Julie stood in front of me, and then knelt placing the foot rests into place as I lifted my feet putting them down onto them. As she did so, I looked, once again noticing that her blouse appeared to open even more fully than it had the first time. It was then that I realized, there was another button that had seemingly come undone. "Had she done that? Or had it somehow come undone of its own accord in some explainable way?" It wasn't like it was so noticeable either. Not like her tits were suddenly hanging out or anything. Any woman could have worn that blouse with that additional button being undone and not be looked at twice for wearing it that way. But...it had been closed earlier, and it certainly wasn't now. Bending over as she was, I could clearly see down her blouse, her bra clearly revealed in its entirety, until she stood. Once she had however, she then walked back around behind me, effectively eliminating that particular vantage point from being seen again.

"It really is beautiful outside isn't it?" she stated easily, simply as she began pushing me along. "And rather warm too isn't it?"

I then wondered if the loosened button wasn't because of that. Perhaps she had done so while standing there waiting for me, not realizing when she leaned over that she'd given me a much better view down her blouse than I otherwise might have had. We slowly strolled down the lane between the trees, soon taking a walking path that would take us down through the garden area where she now asked me to begin describing for her the things we saw, the subtle movement of flowers, or the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze that was only periodically blowing.

After a brief short walk we had reached a sitting bench just beneath a large branched Elm tree with plenty of shade. One again Julie commented on the heat, flapping the collar of her blouse as she positioned me across from the bench before taking a seat. Though her skirt fell below the knee, I noticed as she sat that one side was slit well up towards her thigh. As she did so, I managed to see a great deal of her shapely leg. In addition to that, she didn't just sit facing me directly, but half to the side facing a particular patch of roses that had been planted there. The fragrance of them obvious as Julie closed her eyes smelling the sweetness in the air. As she did that, I noticed her blouse had puffed open slightly, the opening where only one more button held the front of it together ballooning out. I could clearly see the outline of her left breast incased in the very dainty, lacy bra. The color of flesh clearly seen through the material, though even in this position, her nipple remained hidden to me. Still...as minor a thrill as this may have been, it was still enough to once again lengthen my shaft. I was again thankful to be sitting down as my slow-growing erection was at least hidden as I sat with my hands in my lap, half tempted to just sit there and rub it.

"Well, I guess we should be getting back," Julie said looking at her watch. "Your parents will be home soon. But I want you to work on your poem and have something put together for me by Friday," she told me. I was less than enthusiastic about that. "But what I want...is for you to really write what it was you were seeing inside your head," she smiled. "Even if it might not be appropriate for the class, I still want you to put into words what you felt, saw, and experienced in that moment."

I looked at her. Had she just suggested what I think she did? Did she actually know I was thinking in terms of having an intimate encounter with her there amongst the trees? I decided to push the envelope and find out.

"Ms. Wright?"

"When we're alone, and if we're not working, you may call me Julie," she told me. "But only when we're alone like this," she added smiling.

"Ok...ah, Julie? Are you sure you want me to do that? I'm not sure that you know what it was I was thinking about, and it might be a little uncomfortable for you to read." I could feel my face was turning color. She saw that and smiled even more broadly.

"Sometimes, poetry, or literature in general can be very sensual in nature. I'm not expecting you to write anything pornographic, but I do feel there is a deep sensuality to your thoughts that I'd like to see you express. Like I said Steven, it might not even be something you can submit for class, but I'd like to see the true expression of your thoughts written down in poetic form regardless of that."

I just sat there looking at her with my mouth open.

"So...do you have a girlfriend Steven?" she then asked once again catching me off guard. "Is that who you were thinking about?"

I managed to close my mouth, but then opened it to speak. "Ah no. I used to, but...after the accident, she sort of lost interest in me. Especially after she graduated and went off to school out of state. And no...it wasn't her I was imagining," I left off saying without offering any additional information. Julie made no indication she was curious about who it was I'd been thinking about and didn't press it. Her eyes actually held a moment of sympathy towards me and I hated it when I saw that. Turning my own wheelchair myself, I began rolling back towards the house noticing as I did so that my parents were just then pulling up into the circular driveway in front of the house. I didn't see her, but moments later I felt her as Julie took over, wheeling me back. Seeing us, my parents stopped waiting for the two of us to reach them.

"Well, nice to see you're out," Mom said, but her look showed some concern as well. I hadn't had to use the chair in quite some time. "Anything wrong?" she then asked.

"Oh, no...not really mother," I told her. Hearing this dad just barely acknowledged Ms. Wright and then headed on into the house leaving the three of us standing there. "I just felt a little weaker than usual is all, and as Ms. Wright wanted me to work on my nature poem, she thought it would be a good idea to take a stroll through the grounds. We just used the chair to make it a little easier for me to do that."

Mom smiled in relief. "That's good, but that still concerns me a little," she stated. "Your father and I are going out of town on Friday for a couple of days on a business trip. I'm going with him this time," she paused briefly. "So perhaps I should call your grandmother and see if she can come over and stay with you while we're away."

It wasn't often that mom went out of town with dad on his trips, unless he was going someplace exotic where she could spend most of her time shopping or lounging around in the sun while being waited on. Usually, Mrs. Worth, (though I had always secretly referred to as Mrs. Butterworth) was the cook and the maid. Her presence was usually enough to satisfy my mother that someone was around should I need any help, though that hadn't been for any longer than perhaps one or two days at the most.

"I'm not an invalid," I reminded her, "nor am I a child any more either!" I said somewhat testily. Here I was, nineteen years of age and mother was still treating me like I was a child of ten. Having been standing there listening to all this, Julie came to my rescue in a very unexpected way.

"If I might suggest Mrs. Brown," Julie began. "Since I'll obviously be around myself tutoring Steven, I'd be more than happy to just come and stay here for a few days, if you don't mind putting me up."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, which in a way was both good and bad. Mom was grinning however, obviously pleased at the offer. "That would be wonderful!" she exclaimed. "We have several guest rooms you can stay in, one of which is just next door to Steven's room, so you'd certainly be welcome to stay there if you'd like."

"So much for my private internet time," I thought. Though again, the fact that Julie would be sleeping next door to me caused a further twitch to occur between my legs.

"Very well," Julie said pleasantly. "I'll just bring an overnight bag with me when I come over on Friday then, and plan on being here with Steven while the two of you are away. That will also give Steven and I a little more time to become acquainted and work with one another on his class work. Don't worry," she said smiling. "I'll make sure to keep him very, very busy."

I didn't like the sound of that, but by the expression on mothers face, she certainly did. "Well, it's settled then," mother again grinned. "Let me show you where it is you'll be staying, and I'll alert Mrs. Worth she'll be cooking for the two of you while we're gone."

I walked in behind them leaving my chair outside, though immediately grabbing my cane as we entered the front door. I watched as mother lead Julie upstairs to the room she'd be staying in, wondering as she did what it was I was in for. In a way, it might be like staying with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I wasn't sure which one I'd be dealing with the most while she stayed here, and in truth, I wasn't really looking forward to finding out either way.

**

I had once again decided to stay home from school for a couple of reasons. One, I knew Julie would be arriving early so she could settle in. Two, she had already mentioned to mom about her morning workout routine, and had been informed she was more than welcome to use the small gym my parents had seen to as part of my rehabilitation, not to mention the use of the pool. Julie was excited by that as she loved to swim and had incorporated that into her workout at least once a week. But with the availability of the pool at her disposal, she was looking forward to using it every day during her stay here. As for myself of course, that meant I'd at the very least get a chance to see her in swimwear, though I wasn't dumb enough to consider that she would do so in a bikini or anything like that.

Mom and dad left early, which at least gave me an hour or so before Julie's arrival. Almost immediately after they had left, I got onto my PC, pulled up a couple of my favorite web-sites and immediately had a nice pleasurable stroke, enjoying a much needed orgasm just shortly before Julie arrived. That at least helped to take the edge off. A short time later I heard her car pulling up into the drive way, and went over to my bedroom window looking down. I was delighted to see her wearing a simple workout outfit, rather than the business attire I was used to seeing her in. The fact she had on a sports bra, tight fitting latex shorts showing off her legs was a pleasant sight to see. I immediately went downstairs arriving there just as Mrs. Worth met her at the door. Jake, the groundskeeper helped Julie upstairs with a couple of small bags.

"I'll wait here for you," I told her. "And then I'll show you were the workout room and the pool area is."

"Thank you Steven," she told me. "And why don't you get your poem and read it to me while I'm working out," she suggested. I groaned. Something I was worried about. With her being here early, not to mention now being here twenty-four, seven, I had been worried she'd want to spend the entire time that she was working with me. Which of course would be far worse than in going to school, something I now regretted I hadn't actually done. The only plus side was, she really did look good in her workout clothes. Though she certainly wasn't revealed in any way, her tight firm ass, and her full breasts were certainly far more noticeable dressed the way she was, and that at least would give me something to look at as I sat there reading my poem to her.

And that...was another thing. I had actually written two versions. One, which hinted at, what was going on, without coming right out and admitting it. That one, I could very well likely submit in as my class assignment. The other...well, that one I hadn't left a whole lot to the imagination. And though it certainly wasn't vulgar or obscene by any means, it didn't leave any doubt as to what was actually taking place. The way I expressed my thoughts, emotions and feelings while enjoying the surrounding atmosphere of nature while I did, didn't leave any room for conjecture.

I had brought both with me as I entered the workout room where Julie was already sitting on the floor stretching.

"Go ahead Steven, read to me what you've written," she told me. I did, but after I finished I looked up and saw that she seemed less than pleased. "It's good...," she paused briefly. "Certainly better than what you've written before, but I guess I was really hoping you'd be a bit bolder with it," she told me. "I think the whole purpose of the poem we were discussing was to encourage you to really draw in the reader as to the emotional ties between the two experiences. The passion of each, the excitement, arousal...desire."

I pulled out the other poem. "I did write another one, but again Ms. Wright..."

"Julie," she reminded me.

"Julie," I amended. "It is fairly explicit, and I don't want it to upset or embarrass you," I said honestly, though the look in her face told me otherwise. She was genuinely surprised and pleased that I had obviously written it another way.

"There is very little that shocks me Steven," she said easily. "I'm not quite as prudish as I'm sure that I look, but more importantly, it is truly difficult to write something which is sensual in nature without making it into something dirty or obscene. The mark of a true poet, or writer is in knowing the difference between the two. So...having said that, let's hear what you've written."

Julie sat there with her eyes closed listening, no longer stretching as I began to read. I glanced up periodically, pausing for effect when I was supposed to, though her eyes had remained closed. I noticed in doing so, the twin points of her near perfect breasts were now pressing against the tight stretched material of her sports bra, getting even harder it seemed every time I glanced towards her. Finally I finished reading the poem and sat in silence waiting for her reaction to it. I was surprised when she finally opened her eyes and spoke.

"Steven...that was...beautiful!" she said honestly sincere. "Magnificent in fact!" she then added beaming. "I could so easily visualize the two lovers, the caress of rose petals upon her body the way you described it, especially the inference of the morning dew clinging to each, though representing the woman's own aroused moisture as they clung to the petals to roll and then drip off of each. The climax itself at the end, obvious, though subtle in the way you described it. The intertwining branches of the trees above them representing the two lovers in their final wild abandoned pose. It was perfect Steven, simply perfect," she told me.

I was more than pleased at her comments, though she soon after agreed that the first one would most likely be the one I'd submit into class. It might not be an "A" poem, but it was certainly worth a decent grade nevertheless. "May I keep it?" she asked. I handed it to her as she sat there reading it again. And once again, I got to enjoy the unobstructed view now of her twin hard little points as she did, wondering what they looked like, wondering what they would feel like, though it had been Julie of course I'd imagined making love to in my poem. There'd been nothing specific by way of identifying the woman in the poem, so I knew she wouldn't see an obvious reference to herself...but I couldn't help but wonder.

"I bet if your girlfriend knew what a fine romantic, sensual poet you really were...she might have second thoughts about dumping you," she told me.

"I doubt that," I responded back. "She never was much for romantic things...mostly about the price of whatever it was that you gave her."

"That's too bad, because as far as I'm concerned, this poem you've written, is priceless." Before I realized it, Julie had stood, walked over and actually hugged me, even going so far as to place a soft gentle kiss on my lips, though it was a very brief one. But even that left me speechless, breathless, and wanting more. I had even felt the press of her breasts against me during the all too brief hug, further arousing me of course, but this too had been far too quick and she had backed away after that, resuming her morning stretches. Once again she looked towards me. "I'm going to finish my morning workout and then go for a swim. Would you care to join me?" she asked.

I wasn't too keen on revealing my ugly scarred legs and knees. Bad enough the scar on my face the way I saw it, but being half naked around her, she'd see just how truly ugly I was. "I don't know...don't really swim much these days, and I'm not exactly a pretty sight to look at," I told her.

"Nonsense. You go put a suit on, and I'll meet you at the pool in an hour from now," she told me. "Consider it additional tutoring...you still need some physical exercise too you know."

Had it not been for the fact that I'd at least get to see and observe her in a swim suit, I might have begged off being too weak or something, but the temptation of actually seeing her outweighed my own nervousness of having her see me the way that I was. Against my better judgment, I agreed, and soon left her to finish her workout while I nearly ran up the stairs to my room in order to change clothes.

It was a good thirty minutes before Julie came outside. By then, I had taken a seat in one of the lounge chairs out by the pool. As my legs saw little if any sun, I had also placed a rather large fluffy towel over them, my excuse being to keep them from getting burned, though there was of course another reason for putting the towel there. Something, which became all too obvious only minutes after Julies arrival.

I'd been right about the bikini. She hadn't worn one, but she might as well have. Though legally a one piece I suppose, the top part of her suit was cut in a very deep "V" that went all the way to her waist. It certainly supported and covered her breasts well enough, but there was a hell of a lot more cleavage than I'd seen up until now too. In addition to that, even the bottoms of her swimwear where high cut, showing off a goodly section of her legs, her firm tight ass just barely contained within the lower portion of the swimsuit. Needless to say, it was all I could do to keep from drooling as she sat down next to me, spreading her towel out on the other nearby lounge chair.

"Well? You coming in?" she asked standing.

"Maybe...in a minute, you go ahead, take your laps," I told her, assuming correctly that was her intent in doing so. For the moment at least, I was content to just sit and watch her swim, even though I wouldn't see a whole hell of a lot once she was actually in the water. But...I knew that when she finally got out again, I'd no doubt be treated to another appearance of those hard firm erect little, or rather not so little, nipples of hers too. The very thought of which had made me pleased I had brought along the towel which covered my lap.

I watched her swim several laps, gracefully if not effortlessly back and forth across the pool. Finally she stopped catching her breath, and then waved over towards me. "Come on Steven, it will do you a lot of good to take a few laps." Now I was uncomfortable. Not because of my erection, that was suddenly going down like someone had poked a pin in it. The fact was...I couldn't swim. Not a single stroke. I had never learned how to for one, and for another, the reason my folks had even had a pool installed in the first place, was so that I could walk it in order to strengthen my legs after the accident. That's all I had ever done...walk the pool. I'd never actually gone swimming in it. Julie saw my hesitation and swam over to the side pulling herself up and out. Sure enough, her cute nips poked out invitingly towards me and I had a great deal of difficulty not looking at them directly as she came over towards me.

"Come on Steven, you really should take a few laps, it will do you a lot of good."

"I can't swim...not a stroke," I said honestly, and then explained to her why my parents had put the pool in, in the first place. She sat thinking about that for a moment.

"I can teach you," she told me.

I laughed, "Yeah...right."

"No...seriously, I can! Come on Steven, let me give you your first lesson!" She held out her hand towards me, and for some idiotic reason, I took it, letting her pull me up out of the chair, though I was again grateful at least I was no longer sporting an erection. If anything, I was too nervous to be doing so. I'd never been a big fan of swimming pools anyway, and this one was no exception.

Julie led me down the steps into the shallow area, though the deepest part of the entire pool was only six feet, which is also why we hadn't had a diving board installed, it was too shallow for that.

I soon stood next to her in about three feet of water, though again enjoying the view briefly. "Ok, what I want you to do is lie down on your tummy, don't worry, I'll hold you, and the buoyancy of the water will help keep you up as well. Once you're relaxed, comfortable, I'm going to have you slowly kick your legs for me. If nothing else, that alone will give you some exercise."

Nervous as hell, I allowed her to do that. Leaning over, I all but fell into her outstretched arms as she stood there. She was certainly strong enough, and the water helped along with that. Once we'd both found the balance, she then asked me to hold my legs straight out and kick, which I did. There was only one problem with that. One of her arms just happened to be supporting me pretty close to my groin. Julie half carried me into a little deeper water, which made holding me up easier on her, but harder on me. I could feel the press of her arm which now rested directly against my rapidly hardening dick.

"Kick! Kick!" she instructed. "That's it Steven...kick!"

I did, but all that did was further stimulate myself against her arm. I felt myself growing even more erect, though at the same time realizing she'd managed to maneuver us into the deepest end of the pool. Now even Julie was swimming, treading water anyway as she held me up. And though I still felt reasonably safe in her arms, I panicked for obvious reasons. My fear of not being able to swim for one, but the other, I now had a full-blown erection and her arm was pressed directly against it.

I suddenly quit kicking, lost my balance and in doing so caused Julie to lose hers. As I tumbled away and out of her arms, I reached out grabbing for her. My fear suddenly overwhelming reason. I felt her however, or part of her anyway, and simply grabbed. As I did, I felt my fingers hook themselves beneath the inside of the "V" of her suit, giving me a firm handhold, which I now clung to for dear life, though holding onto her like that wasn't doing either one of us any good. Julie kicked however, straightening out with me damn near curled up in her arms, she easily reached the side of the pool where only then I released her and pulled myself out. As I collapsed onto the tiles, I looked over towards her just as she likewise pulled herself up and out. One side of her suit had been completely pulled off and away from her shoulder, one of her breasts clearly exposed as she came out of the water kneeling down beside me.

"Steven! Are you ok?" she asked worriedly, momentarily unaware that I lay there with her bare breast only inches away from my face. "I'm sorry...I didn't think you would panic like that," she told me apologetically, though all that did was make me feel even more useless than I already did.

"No...I'm sorry, that was my fault," I told her. "And it seems I owe you a new swim suit."

Only then did Julie realize her right breast was completely out of her top. I had gotten a good look at it too, nice somewhat dark tan nipples, fairly large around as well, with very long extended fat little tips that I found myself wanting to suck on desperately. If I expected her to be shocked, embarrassed, or perhaps even angry with me, I was in for a surprise. All she did was smile, laugh, and then almost casually tuck her boob back inside the top of her suit.

"I'm just glad you're ok," she told me helping me to sit up as she did. "But if I didn't know better, I'd almost think you did that just to get a peek at my boobs," she added now shocking me with her joking accusation.

"I'm ah...ah, sorry. I didn't mean to do that," I told her now feeling myself blush, and worse, my cock even after all that had once again ballooned back to full size, which I know she saw as she was staring directly at it, her eyes suddenly widening in surprise. I rolled away from her however, somehow standing up, and then stumbled quickly over towards my lounge chair collapsing down into it, but not before grabbing my towel and tossing it over my lap. Doing that however did nothing more than confirm my obvious predicament.

I could swear I saw a tiny little smile in her face as she then strolled over to her chair sitting down next to me.

"Sure you're ok?" she asked once again, though the hint of that smile was still there.

"Yeah...sorry, I'm fine," I assured her, though my heart was still beating a thousand miles an hour."

"Listen, why don't we make it an early day today," she told me. I had but one assignment that needed doing, something I could actually email in to my teacher. "After we finish up with that, I'll see about some lunch for us, and then maybe we can just sit, relax, and chat."

"Chat about what?" I asked nervously.

"You," she said smiling once again. "I don't know more than what you're parents told me about you themselves, but what I'd like to hear about you, would be from you. So I can get to know you a bit better than I do now, which I think will make things go a lot more smoothly between us," she finished. "So...what's say we head up to your room, look up the biographical information on John Rolfe, and see what we can learn about him?"

**

All I knew about John Rolfe was that he had something to do with Pocahontas. But the assignment should be an easy one. All I needed was a single typewritten page telling my teacher who he was, what he did and how he lived.

At least by now I had calmed down slightly, as had Julie's nipples as they no longer poked through the thin wet material of her suit the way they had been, though they were still noticeable. Wrapping the towel around my waist nevertheless, we then headed back inside and upstairs to my bedroom. I was a little surprised when Julie didn't immediately go next door into her room to change, leaving on her suit instead, though she too had now wrapped her towel around the lower half of it. Her breasts however still hinting at their fullness with her deep plunging "V" still clearly showing. I immediately walked over and sat down at my computer. Julie had already done a little preliminary research on him the night before and had found an excellent website on the guy's name. She gave it to me, and I then clicked on my pull down bar. I froze when doing so however, the address that initially popped up clearly said:

"Older mature looking women that like to fuck."

Flustered, I couldn't get rid of the internet address fast enough, but the damage had already been done. I felt my face burning, afraid to even look up and over at her when she laughed.

"What is it with young men and older women anyway? Why the fascination, we're just like everyone else, nothing too magical about it," she said simply as I heard her chuckle once again. Only then did I dare look at her.

"Probably because they're a lot more experienced?" I guessed. "Especially when you're still ah...a...virgin yourself maybe?"

Now she did look surprised. "You've never..."

"Nope...never. But why should that surprise you, I mean...look at me."

"But what about..."

"Susan? Hell...the only experience I ever had with her was feeling her up at a drive in movie once, though I never did see her boobs...and then dry-humping her at her parents place on the couch in the living room, until her dad walked in and caught us doing it. That was the last time something like that ever happened. And then three days later...I was in the accident."

She walked over and I felt her leaning over my shoulder. Once again her breast brushed briefly against it as she did so. "Go back to the site," she said simply. I began typing in John Rolfe's name. "No...not his, the other one," she said suddenly turning my fingers into thumbs.

"What?"

"The other one...I want to see it, I'm curious," she said simply. I felt weird, aroused, surprised, and stupefied, even as I input the site address. Seconds later it popped up. I wasn't sure what we were doing, or certainly what she was doing by wanting to see it. The site itself showed photo after photo of older mature women doing god knows what with much younger looking men, though the site claimed that everyone shown was over the age of 18. I highly doubted that by the looks of some of them, but we continued to page through many of them.

"Ok," she said finally standing up, though the sensation of her breast resting on my shoulder had been a nice added benefit to looking at porn with my prudish? Tutor..."I must say I'm surprised."

At first, I thought she was speaking about me. "I'm sorry...I tried to warn you..." She laughed.

"Not about that, about you looking at a site like that," she told me. "I'm sure in fact that most boys, if not a few young women probably do too. What I'm surprised at, is how honestly attractive most of those women still are. I was expecting to see photos of women claiming to be mature for their age, or even made up to look like they were. Everyone beautiful with perfect bodies, but obviously a lot of them weren't."

I sat there still a little bit speechless we were even having this conversation. Especially as I had no idea where any of this was going.

"I obviously try to keep myself in shape," Julie continued. "But no matter how hard I try, I've at least come to accept the fact I don't have a young woman's body any more. Maybe it's in pretty good shape, but I still can't compete with a younger, naturally toned hard-body of a young woman. So I gave up trying to do that a long time ago. I have wrinkles where I wish I didn't, my boobs certainly aren't perky any more, and even if I hold in my gut, I've still got a bit of a pooch here, even with all the sit ups and running that I do." She had actually reached down and grabbed her tummy through her suit.

I wanted to say something, but I held my tongue.

"I've got crows feet, even though I apply lotion to them every single day..."

"I'm not sure where it is you're going with all this," I finally managed to say interrupting her.

"Where I'm going with all this...is this. We all look at ourselves critically Steven, even I do. And we always find something in ourselves that we dislike, even hate perhaps. But there's always someone else who see's the beauty in us that we don't see. Sometimes that beauty arouses, creates desire, passion and yes even lust. But the point is...we don't very often see any of that in ourselves. And we also don't very often see why, or accept that someone else might, even though they tell us that they do. You come to this site because those women arouse and excite you, even with all their various flaws," she again paused looking at me, her hand now resting on my shoulder. "They do don't they?" she pressed.

"Well...yes, most of them," I openly admitted.

"So tell me then...if you can see an attraction in many of those, why don't you think a woman, any woman, might not find and see the attraction in you as well?"

"Being a little older, and not in perfect shape is a far cry from something like this," I said indicating the scar on the side of my face.

"Why? What's the difference? We all have imperfections, I certainly do."

"Oh yeah right...where?" I asked sarcastically. "I certainly haven't seen any. And judging by the little I have seen...you're as beautiful, if not more so than any girl I've ever known, though admittedly...I haven't really seen another girl entirely naked either. But still..."

Once again Julie laughed. "Not even that?"

I just shook my head, feeling even more stupid and naïve. "No...not even that. Aside from web-sites like this, that's about as close as I'm probably ever going to get."

Once again I felt Julies hand leave my shoulder. As she did so, she stepped back. I turned to face her, surprised when I saw her run her hands up through either side of the "V" in the front of her swimsuit.

"I don't wear bikinis," she began holding her arms somewhat criss-crossed in front of herself. "Not because of my age, though now I guess I could include that as an excuse not to, but because of this..."

She pulled the straps off each shoulder simultaneously, slowly lowering them, her face reddening to some degree as she did so. I just sat there stunned, watching her, watching as her twin beautiful breasts suddenly came into view. At first, my eyes were too glued onto them to see what the purpose of this unexpected strip had been all about, until she continued on, suddenly beginning to remove the lower portion of her swimwear as well. A deep wide ugly purple looking scar just above her pubic mound suddenly appeared. Though even then it took me a moment to see it, I was too busy staring at the beautiful bare pussy lips between Julie's legs.

"So you see Steven, we all have scars, even if you can't always see them, we all do. And I have had to learn to live with mine, which eventually I did, though I too was ridiculed because of it, found...unattractive." She began to pull her swimsuit back up.

"No! Please! Not yet!" I said staring at her, I couldn't help it...this was the very first time in my entire life that I had an entirely nude woman standing in front of me. And I wasn't about to let it disappear so quickly. "I...I, want to look at you," I told her.

"Steven, I didn't do this to get you aroused, just to prove a point..." though she laughed awkwardly to some extent. "Though I guess I did give you something you've never seen before, and that's a full grown mature woman, naked in your bedroom."

I felt my cock stiffening as I sat there, uncaring that I was, or that she no doubt could see it. At the moment, all I wanted to do was devour her with my eyes, which I was. I looked up into her face, but sure enough her eyes were at the moment focused on what was too obviously apparent between my legs. "Please Julie, can I touch you? Please?"

"I don't think that's a very good idea, especially under the circumstances," she told me, and then reached down, beginning to pull up the bottoms of her suit which now hung just above her knees. "It probably wasn't a very wise idea for me to have done this," she had added. By then however, I had reached her. She stepped back, but the wall of my bedroom kept her from backing away any further. "Steven..."

"Please," I half breathed nearly whispering. "Just for a moment...that's all, just for a moment, please let me touch you."

Julie didn't say anything, but she didn't say no either. Tentatively, I reached up clasping each one of her mature looking soft breasts in my hands. The feel of their weight, the tautness of her now hard erect nipples as they pressed against the palms of my hand was exquisite beyond measure. I heard her moan softly, as she allowed me a few seconds more of this tantalizing pleasure.

"Ok, enough," she finally said in a firm tone of voice, then pushed me away, not angrily, but just enough that I was forced to relent, letting go of her as she hurriedly pulled up her suit, once again slipping her arms through it and tucking away her magnificent breasts. "This won't happen again," she told me seriously. "It shouldn't have happened this time," though her voice once again softened. "But I wanted you to see, to realize, we all have scars, some of which we can see, and some of which...we can't see."

With that, Julie turned and left leaving me to sit there with the worst case of blue balls I had ever had.

**

It took me all of twenty minutes to type up the information I needed on John Rolfe and email it off to my teacher. After that I slipped into a pair of dry shorts and a tee shirt, and then headed back down stairs. By the time I stepped outside onto the patio, Julie was just then carrying out a tray with the lunch on it that Mrs. Worth had made for us.

"Finish? I was just about to call you," she said sitting our lunch down. She too had changed, now wearing a pair of baggy white shorts, though I was pleased to once again have the opportunity to admire her shapely legs. She also now wore a sleeveless top, though I could clearly see she was wearing a bra again, and all save for the very top button was properly secured. She wore open-toe sandals, and I noticed that her toenails were painted only with clear polish, though they tended to gleam brightly in the sunshine as she sat down.

"Yeah, I sent it off already," I confirmed taking a bite of my tuna-salad sandwich. We sat eating in silence.

"So Steven, tell me about you. What is it you'd like to do with yourself after graduation. Go back to school? Something else?"

The something else was fucking Julie right here on the lounge chair. The image of those gorgeous breasts of hers indelibly burned forever inside my head. "Go back to school I guess, become an artist perhaps, though dad would roll over in his grave...and would if he was dead, if he ever heard me say that, though that alone might kill him," I said laughing again. Julie laughed too.

"You paint? Sculpture?"

"Mostly paint yes...but not even that so much as I like to draw, sketch, things like that."

"What do you sketch?" she asked.

I blushed. "One of the reasons I enjoy going to that site, is because of the women I find there. I like to sketch them," I told her honestly. "I don't go there just to look at them and..." I didn't need to finish, and didn't. She knew what I meant. She nodded her head, letting me know to go on. "Anyway, I find them far more interesting to draw, the subtle differences, and yes, the little flaws, differences in their bodies. I like drawing them, seeing them come to life on paper."

"Do you have any I can see?" she asked. I didn't know about that.

"Well, they're not always just the women," I said. "A lot of them I do show engaging in some sort of sex act. Maybe some would look at them and view my drawings as pornographic in nature, which I guess they really are. But I find it a bit more challenging to see if I can capture the sensuality and eroticism of the moment in my work."

"Your poetry," she told me.

"What?"

"You don't have to write words to create poetry, though I think you proved to yourself you can do that too. But obviously, that's what you are attempting to do when you sketch, when you draw. You write poetry, though you use the human form, the human expression in doing that. So, like I said, can I see something?"

"Ok, I told her...but don't say I didn't warn you." She smiled at that.

"I won't."

I hurried back upstairs as best as I could, returning a short while later with an entire sketchbook filled with my drawings. "These are about the mildest I could find," I told her, "But even some of these are pretty graphic. Most everything else I'm pretty sure you would find disgusting."

Julie didn't respond, just sitting there flipping through the pad page by page very slowly. Rather than stand behind her and make her nervous or uncomfortable in doing so, I retook my seat sitting across from her. I noticed upon doing so she lifted one leg onto her chair after dropping off one of her sandals, she cradled the book in her lap as she continued to silently peruse through my work. I noticed however as she did that, that with her pants being as baggy as they were, they had flared open at the leg. I couldn't believe what I was looking at as they did, it was evident Julie hadn't put on any panties. And though I couldn't see all of it, I could see what appeared to be one half of her still somewhat puffy looking lips. I kept glancing up towards her face, but she seemed to be engrossed in whatever drawings she was looking at. So I allowed myself the continued look up her pants leg, catching a bit more of her there when she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"Wow, these are...."

"Yeah I know," I said as though reading her mind, wondering what she imagined as she saw my mature looking women, many engaged in rather decadent portrayals, some sucking cock, or fucking somewhat exaggerated phalluses, cum dripping, spewing, or being swallowed even in a few. I was already second-guessing myself, thinking I shouldn't have shown her these, even the so-called mild ones.

"Very good..." she finished.

I couldn't believe my own eyes when I next looked towards her crotch. There was a very visible darkened spot there, clearly evident. "Holy fucking shit! She's horny!" I told myself. Though I was forced to tear my eyes away once again as she put the sketchpad down on the table, though she likewise repositioned her leg again as though realizing she probably shouldn't have been sitting there like that.

"I'd still like to see some of the others," she told me. "Your work is good, a little explicit perhaps, but the detail you put into your art is incredible!"

"Really? You'd like to see some of the others? Like I said, some of those are even more explicit than these were, I've done a few...ah well, you know, close ups and such."

"Even more reason I'd like seeing them," she told me. "See what it is that you see, and how you see it...feel it, imagine it."

"When?"

"Not now...later, after we go back inside. I'd like to look at a few later before I turn in," she said saying nothing more about that. "So...since you said you've never seen a naked woman before, I assume no one has ever physically posed for you then?"

I really did laugh at that. "No...are you kidding me? Who'd want to let me do that?"

"They have classes at the school where you certainly can, though I daresay, perhaps not as decadent or as obscene as some of these sketches are. But still...you could refine your technique, expertise. If that's really what you'd like to pursue in life."

"I would...but dad would have a shit fit. Bad enough I won't be going to school on some sort of Sports Scholarship. And if I don't get my act together, I most likely won't be going to school at all, end up working for my father at his firm in the mailroom or something."

"That's why I'm here," she reminded me. "To help you do that. And I will, but not without some effort on your part. I can't do it for you."

"Yeah, I know, and I will...promise. It's just sort of hard trying to get into doing it is all."

Julie sat for a moment looking at me. I could see she was thinking about something. "I shouldn't say this, shouldn't even be thinking it!" she announced more to herself.

"What?"

"Next Friday, you have a math exam, an important one."

"Yeah? So?"

"I'll make you a deal. You get an A on the test, and I'll pose for you." I just sat staring at her. "Serious? You'd pose for me...in the nude?"

Julie nodded her head.

"However I wanted to pose you, any position."

"Any position," she acknowledged though I saw color come into her face immediately. "But...you have to get an A, nothing else counts."

I grinned, "Ms. Wright? You've got a deal!"

**

I spent a good portion of the evening actually studying, though I had given Julie several more sketchpads, which she'd taken back with her into her room after dinner. We'd spent a couple of hours relaxing in front of the TV watching a few comedies, laughing together, before turning in.

"Well, goodnight Steven," Julie told me as she turned towards me at the door, then she leaned over giving me a quick brief kiss on the cheek. "See you bright and early in the morning then...you are planning on working out with me yes?"

I groaned. "If you say so," I told her.

"I say so," she said, and then entered her room closing the door.

I think I finally drifted off to sleep, but not before jerking myself off, enjoying a nice hard explosive orgasm imagining what it would be like to be with her. I awoke a short time later however, a bit of a light sleeper. Dad had installed light sensors all over the property. One of which had come on just outside my window, waking me up. I got up out of bed, peering out the window, but standing well enough back that I know I couldn't be seen. I was surprised to see Julie heading out back towards the pool area, she was wearing a robe, carrying something in her hands which she then placed down on the small table next to her chair. I realized then it was one of my sketchpads. Seconds later, she dropped her robe, she was entirely nude and stepped down into the pool for what appeared to be a midnight swim. Almost immediately I threw on my own robe, but I was smart enough to trigger the lights thus preventing them from coming on again when I stepped outside of the house. I quickly made my way around the patio area, keeping within the shadows, and making it all the way over beside one of the hedges that effectively hid the pool area from the side entryway of the property. It was here that I approached, getting close enough to peer through them without being seen. Julie was just finishing another lap as I reached her. The pool lights revealing her nude form as she so expertly swam another length. I hunched down, watching her climb out heading back over to her chair where she put on her robe once again lying down. I was pleased however when she failed to tie it closed, leaving it open, allowing the warm night air to help in drying her off.

I watched as she reached for my sketchpad, opening it, and then began to slowly thumb through my drawings. As she did, she allowed her legs to part, obscenely so. Dumbfounded, I sat on the other side of the hedge watching as Julie reached down between her legs and slowly began stroking herself, still looking at my sketches, though it soon became evident she was beginning to draw closer and closer to her pleasures. At last, she set the book back down on the table, she again spread her legs even more than they had been, bent at the knee. With one hand, she now cupped and toyed with her breast, teasing, pinching and pulling on her sensitive nipple. With the other, she began to furiously twirl her clit with her fingers, sometimes fucking herself with them instead, but always going back to likewise pinch, pull and even hand-slap her clit, much in the same way she was doing to her tits, alternating back and forth between them.

"Fuck!" I moaned silently, my cock long ago having gotten hard, as I now knelt there in the grass, watching her, stroking myself off.

I could feel the delicious tingle of impending release. But I could also feel the warning tingle that my knee was about to give out on me too. "Just a few more seconds...please!" I thought to myself. Watching Julie, her hand wildly pummeling her cunt now, her head tossed back, eyes closed, her back even then beginning to arch itself up off the lounge chair, I felt my own orgasmic release rapidly approaching. Even as the pleasure suddenly began racing up the length of my shaft, I felt my knee finally give out. Having been half squatting as I had been, there was simply no more strength left in it, in supporting myself. Even as I felt the first delicious squirt surge from the head of my prick, I began to topple over, throwing out my arm in some effort to break my fall. I felt my arm hit the hedge, it gave, though I felt my arm being scratched as I collapsed against it. But it was the sound of doing so that worried me the most. I now lay face down on the ground, my prick even then throbbing out the partially ruined climatic release I had felt. I sensed the last few squirts of pleasure into the grass itself, though even then I lay still, trying to hold my breath, listening.

The horror of being found, the fear of Julie suddenly coming around the side of the hedge and seeing me laying there the way I was filled me with fear. It was something I expected to occur at any moment though I lay unmoving, quiet as a mouse though I feared the beating of my heart could still somehow be heard. I have no idea how long I lay there, but I finally found strength enough to sit up peering through the hedge as I did so. Julie was nowhere to be found.

Gathering myself, I quickly headed back towards the side of the house as opposed to the way I had come. I soon after let myself in the back way, then up the back stairs and finally down the hall to my room. As I passed by Julie's closed door, I stopped listening, but there was no light coming from beneath her door as I did so, nor could I hear anything inside the room either. Quietly I reached my own bedroom door, opened it and slipped in. I lay in bed for a very long time, wondering. Had she heard me fall? Or had I somehow miraculously escaped being discovered. Only time...and the morning to come would tell.

**

Julie was my alarm clock. I heard the knock on my door, followed seconds later by her voice as she peeked her head inside my room. I hadn't locked it.

"Time to wake up sleepyhead," she called out. "Come on, get a move on...time for our workout!"

I rolled over looking at the clock, it read 6:00a.m. I then looked up towards her, my head still groggy, though it cleared almost immediately as I remembered the night before. She stood just inside the door waiting on me to answer. I noticed she was smiling however and felt immediate relief. I also noticed she was wearing a cut off sweatshirt that bared her midriff along with a rather tattered looking pair of likewise cut off sweatpants that were perhaps a bit shorter than they should have been. She looked wonderful!

"Ok, I'm up," I responded, actually sitting up though I was careful to bring the top sheet with me covering my nudity. She stood only for a moment more, assured that I was indeed up.

"Meet you in the exercise room in ten minutes," she informed me, and then closed the door.

Once again I allowed a great sigh of relief. Obviously I had escaped a bullet. Julie hadn't been aware of my presence, though it was possible I guess if she was the least bit suspicious I'd been spying on her, I could still hear about it later. I hurriedly ran to the bathroom, took a pee, combed my hair and brushed my teeth, and then jumped into a pair of old shorts and tank top and made my way back down the stairs to the exercise room. Julie was just finishing her stretch exercises by the time I arrived.

"Mind spotting me?" she asked. She moved over to the weight bench, selecting an appropriate weight to lift, which impressed me, and lay down. I stood over her helping to lift the weights as she positioned herself and became comfortable before beginning her routine. As she did, I looked up and across the way. One wall was completely mirrored and I could see our reflection in it as she began. I watched as Julie easily pressed the weight, and noticed as she did so how the cut off sweatshirt she was wearing lifted. The bottom portion of her well-rounded breasts came easily into view each time that she did so. "Fuck!" I said silently watching the image I saw, "She's not wearing a bra!"

Though all I could see was the bottom half of her tits, it was without a doubt one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. Each time that she lifted the weights as I stood there and counted, I felt the awakened arousal inside my own shorts and fought to keep it from ballooning into a full-blown erection, though I was rapidly losing the fight.

"Ten!" she announced at the last one, as I took the weight from her, settling it back into place on the frame. "Ok Steven...your turn."

I had pretty good upper body strength, that wasn't the problem. If anything, I tended to look disproportionately built with a reasonable upper chest, though again I was certainly no body builder, but my legs were of course skinny as rails. And besides, it didn't take a whole lot of strength to type on a keyboard or work a pencil.

"I'm not all that good at lifting weights," I told her hoping to beg off from having to do so.

"Well we'll start you off easy then," she explained though she added a few pounds to the weight she'd used as meaning to be easy. Even then I wasn't sure I would be able to handle it as well as she had.

"Come on, one set of ten, and then you can spot me again," she said. The thought of watching her twin globes winking at me in the mirror again gave me incentive enough to do it. I soon lay down on the bench while Julie spotted me. I managed the first five easily enough, though I soon tired and struggled through the last five before handing her back the weights. "Very good Steven," she said stroking my ego, and then we switched places as Julie prepared herself to lift the same weight I just had.

Though she did struggle with it, she managed to get through the full set non-stop. I had of course once again enjoyed the naughty little game of peek-a-boob that she played with me as she lifted the weights. Her sweatshirt kept her nipples well hidden however, so I had no way of knowing if they were all nice hard and erect though my imagination was working overtime. Once again we switched places, though I balked at her adding any more weight on the bar, which she did anyway, even though it was only a few more pounds.

"You can do it," she assured me, and then spotted me as I positioned myself and prepared to lift. The first lift told me almost immediately that I wasn't going to complete the set. Already struggling through that one, and then through the second, I was about to tell her to take it from me already. "Don't give up...you can do it," she admonished me. I managed a third, once again feeling I'd about shot my wad. "You wanna see my boobs...make it to ten," she said. I nearly dropped the weight. Looking up, I saw her lift the front of her sweatshirt just barely. I could now see the rounded bottom half of her tits, nearly the same view I'd had looking at her in the mirror.

"That's five...come on Steven, only five more to go," she urged me.

I pressed through six, watching as she gave me another inch of titty flesh perhaps, though I couldn't imagine for the life of me making it to ten...boobs or no boobs. I was again struggling with every ounce of strength I had already used up.

"Come on now Steven...that's it...seven!" she counted off, another inch of her exquisite tit flesh suddenly revealed. I couldn't believe she was doing this however, teasing me like she was, though amazingly it seemed to be working. But something else was likewise working as well as I pressed through eight, feeling the hardness in my shorts suddenly lifting with me as I began the struggle to press through number nine. My arms now feeling like Jell-O, though my cock felt like it had become a steel rod. Somehow I managed number nine, only one more to go, and then titty-heaven, which I was nearly seeing now. Most of Julie's boobs were exposed, though she now covered her nipples with her fingertips as a final teasing incentive.

"One more Steven! Just one more! Come on now Steven, you can do it!"

I don't know where that last surge of strength came from, but it did. I pressed up; relieved to straighten my arms out completely, simultaneously handing her the bar as I did so.

"Ten!" she cried out excitedly, though my arms fell by my side at that moment, utterly limp and entirely useless. I couldn't have even stroked off my own cock had I wanted to, which again reminded me that I was laying there with a very obvious erection, especially as I could see Julie's eyes suddenly focused on it. Which is also when she walked around facing me.

I lay there watching her as she lifted up the cut off sweatshirt she was wearing fully baring her breasts. "One...two...three...four...five...six...seven...eight...nine...ten!" And with that, she once again covered herself.

"Wow," was about all I could say, smiling, just as she was, though I again noticed her quick brief glance at my crotch.

"Ok...now, let's talk about last night."

I gulped, my eyes suddenly going wide. "I can explain," I began lamely. Julie walked over to the mirrored wall, once again stretching.

"No need too. You warned me, and I told you I wanted to see them anyway," she said interrupting me, but at the same time confusing me too. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to go for a swim, sit out by the pool and thumb through the rest of your work. Like I said, you warned me that the rest of those were probably even more explicit, more decadent in nature than the others. And many of them were Steven," she paused, though again giving me a small knowing smile. "But...they were still very well done. Your eye for detail is remarkable, and even though some of the things I was looking at were pretty graphic, it was in a way as though I was actually looking at them in real life. You really do have a natural talent Steven, and you really should pursue it. But..."

I looked at her. "But?"

"Yeah, but...you need to graduate from high school first, and you need to do that with decent enough grades to get you into a university where you can pursue your natural god-given talent!"

I couldn't believe it. She hadn't said a single thing about my being there, spying on her while she masturbated.

"Now...something else we need to discuss," she went on, leading me to believe that I wasn't out of the woods yet. "As you must know...I am your tutor, not your teacher necessarily, and I could still get into a hell of a lot of trouble for having done what I've allowed myself to do already. And believe it or not Steven, that's not like me. Not something I've done before or ever would have considered doing, like agreeing to pose for you should you manage an A on your math exam, or baring my boobs for you as incentive for you to lift the weights. In fact, I'm still not sure that was a very wise choice on my part to have done so. But it has seemed to work. So what I'm telling you is this. If that's what it takes to excite you and get you to work harder, then I'll continue with that occasional incentive. But...if one word, one single hint gets out that I've done so, then we're done here. It could get me into a hell of a lot of trouble for one thing, and I might never be allowed to work as a tutor for anyone else ever again. So...do we understand one another?"

"Yes Ms. Wright," I answered her formally. "I promise...I will never ever tell anyone a thing...not ever!"

She seemed to accept that by the look in her eyes. "I certainly hope so Steven, because though we've really only worked together a short time here, I see a great deal of future promise in you, and I'd like to be there and see you accomplish that. But I'm a little nervous about that too," she added. "Obviously, it was never my intent to get emotionally involved with you while I did. But...I have."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I still honestly wasn't sure about her meaning, or what she'd just implied, if she'd in fact implied anything.

"Now then...did you hurt yourself?"

I shook my arms, the weakness was already gone. "No...I don't think so, they seem to feel fine now," I told her. She laughed, looking at me.

"I meant last night...when you fell into the bushes."

I still had a few fresh scratches on my arms. The evidence more than enough to convict me, so there was no sense denying that I had indeed been spying on her through the hedge. "No...I didn't," I said simply, admitting to her as I did so that I had been there for one, prepared to then accept whatever recrimination I had coming to me. What I got was the sensation of her hand as it fell against my still hard cock as she sat down beside me on the bench a moment later.

I realized I was now holding my breath as I felt her gentle touch, the softest of squeezes as she surrounded my stiff cock in her hand through my shorts. "You can't cum," she told me. "So tell me if you get too close."

The moment she said that, I nearly did, but much like with the weights, I somehow managed to fight through it regaining control. The fact that Julie was actually sitting beside me, fondling my dick was amazing enough, but that she obviously knew I'd been watching her, and hadn't bitten my head off because of it was even more so.

Inevitably however, the pleasured sensation I was feeling, even though she had as yet to touch me directly, had me soon hovering on the edge. "I'm ah...getting pretty close now," I warned her. To which she removed her hand, standing up.

"Good that you told me," she said smiling. "Now...let's go have some breakfast, and then get busy with your studies," she informed me as she prepared to leave the room. I lay there looking at her wild-eyed. Julie paused at the door looking back towards me. "It's not polite to spy on people," she told me. "Remember that. But...if you do well today, pay attention and complete all the assignments I give you...we'll see about finishing what we started here," she added. And then with that...she turned and left the room.

"Holy fucking shit!"

**

After breakfast we'd gone back up to the study. Julie had changed back into something far more appropriate than she'd worn earlier, though her skirt did seem to be a bit shorter than any I had seen her wear before. She also wore another sleeveless blouse, though I also noted the fact she had two, not just one button open on it, showing off a bit more of her lovely well-rounded curvature every time she leaned over to show me something.

She was ruthless in the number of math problems she'd given me to work through, but again, I managed it. Math had always been my least favorite subject to begin with, especially as I had no interest in it, nor saw it being necessary for my future. Little did I know. And though I still got two of the problems incorrect, Julie seemed more than pleased with the effort. And it had been a bit more of an effort than she realized. My mind kept wandering back to the touch of her hand on my dick earlier that morning. So much so, it had been hard most of the time I was around her, though going on and off like a light switch as I worked through the near impossible math problems she'd given me.

Once again she was standing at the window looking out. "Ok, so I know you can draw people having sex, but how about something like this?" she asked looking outside. I stood up, moving towards the window and then stood beside her looking out. The gardener was below us, weeding the gardens. "So...can you draw that?" she asked.

"Sure...I guess," I said not knowing why she would want me to.

"Show me."

I quickly left returning to my room to fetch my drawing pad and pencils. I returned a moment later with them and once again stood at the window looking out. I quickly began to make a few preliminary marks as I began to envision the gardener working outside. As I did so, I felt Julie step back behind me, and then suddenly felt the presence of her hands surrounding my waist. I looked down, saw her fumble briefly with the belt on my jeans undoing it.

"Keep drawing," she told me.

I did, but it was damn difficult. Especially when I felt her fingers pull down on the zipper, then her hands sliding my jeans all the way down to my ankles along with my briefs. I now stood there, my dick rapidly lengthening, trying to sketch. Trying to sketch a gardener, weeding a garden while Julie's hand once again sought me out, this time, flesh to flesh as she playfully began stroking me.

"This is hard," I said.

'Yes...it is," she laughed, "Now exploring me even more boldly, her finger tips playfully tapping the head of my prick, her hands alternately caressing me up and down, softly, slowly as I stood there gazing out the window, trying to focus. She let go briefly and I almost turned around to face her, see why she had. "No! Don't turn around, just keep drawing," she ordered. So I did.

Moments later I felt her arms once again surrounding my waist, her hands quickly locating my shaft as she began working it, milking it. But in addition to that, I now felt the soft delightful press of her bare breasts against my back as she did so.

"Very nice," she said looking over my shoulder at what I had somehow managed to draw, though it certainly hadn't been easy.

"Yes...it is," I responded back, groaning audibly, pleasurably as she continued. Julie laughed, her throat deep, lusty, wanton as she did so. I wanted to turn and face her.

"Not yet...finish it," she told me. I was drawing furiously now, but her hand was working me furiously too. Standing there in the window the way we were, the danger, although only slight that the gardener might look up and behind himself towards us was there. Though it would be me of course that he would see if he did, there in the window, my hard erect cock almost pressed against it as Julie continued pumping it up and down. I could even hear the slippery wetness of her strokes as she milked out lubrication, using it to further enhance the pleasured sensations she was giving me. The slickness, the slippery wet juicy sounds her hands now created, as though strumming an instrument, merely added to the ever growing need and desire I had to soon come.

"There! Finished!" I half begged, feeling as though I nearly was myself. I held up the drawing, letting her see it.

"Beautiful," she told me, and then felt her turn me around finally letting me see her. "Now...you have permission to watch," she added.

Julie positioned herself down on the small couch in the den. She was naked, her beautiful nude body so openly displayed before me. I stood there transfixed as she allowed her hands to slowly caress herself. I watched as she teasingly moved them over her breasts, along down her sides, and finally down between her legs where she touched once again, even going so far as to spread herself openly, allowing me to see her in ways I would never have imagined.

"Go ahead, jerk yourself off," she said.

"But...but..."

She laughed. "Sorry...you missed two. Maybe next time. But you did do well enough that I'm willing to give you this...unless you'd rather I not," she told me.

I wasn't about to pass that up either. And though I would have preferred feeling Julie's hand as opposed to my own as I came, just being able to stand there and look at her as she once again played with herself, was almost worth the two missed math problems.

The fact that I was standing there with this beautiful attractive older woman lying naked on the couch beneath me, was the thing that young boy's dreams were made of. Was she drop dead gorgeous? No. Did she have a perfect, unflawed, unblemished body? No. But as far as I was concerned, she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Ok, so maybe she was about the only nude woman I had ever really seen, but in my mind...she was perfect.

The odd thing was, I didn't feel shy or embarrassed about standing there jerking myself off in front of her. Of course maybe it helped (a lot) that she was too. Watching Julie touch herself, fondling her breasts, caressing them, in addition to running her hands and fingers between the lips of that pink glistening split, soon had me teetering over the edge.

"Oh fuck Julie!" Was about all I managed to say as I suddenly came. The eruption was beyond anything I had felt before. Seeing the streamers of spunk as they exploded from the head of my prick, watching Julie as she suddenly sat up, cupping her breasts within her hands, catching it, was beyond description. Even after I was spent, weak in the knees and feeling like I could collapse, Julie offered me her breasts to massage my recently spent cream into. I did so, standing there with her, enjoying the sensation of her softness, the warmth and heat of my cream as I slowly massaged it into her skin.

She soon left heading back to her room, for a shower I assumed as I truly had drenched her. And then met her later on that early evening downstairs for dinner. She was again somewhat subdued, though I think that was mostly for Mrs. Worth's benefit more than anything else, ensuring her that we'd clean up after ourselves afterwards and that it wasn't necessary for her to hang around and wait for us. Mrs. Worth didn't smile all that often, but tonight she had.

After we had washed and dried the dishes and put them away, we retired to the family room to watch a movie, something Julie had suggested we do while having dinner. Taking a fresh bottle of wine with us, she then asked me what kind of movies I had we could watch. I suggested a couple, but she once again surprised me.

"That's not what I meant," she said. "The other kind...the naughty kind," she hinted. "The kind you obviously enjoy watching."

I sat for a moment staring at her. "Are you sure?" I asked. I of course did have a few, mostly all mature women, younger men stuff, amongst a few really hard core cum-shot, cream pie sorts of movies, but I didn't even bother to mention those.

"Never seen anything really naughty," she informed me. "Might be interesting."

"Might be hell!" I thought to myself, and immediately went upstairs to my room to grab a couple, including one cream-pie one, and then let her decide which one she wanted to watch with me.

Julie sat thumbing through several, laughing when she came to the more explicit obvious one setting that one aside. "Not sure I'm ready for anything like this yet," she told me. "But how about one of these?" She'd selected one that happened to be one of my favorites, I'd probably jerked off while watching it more than any of the others.

"You're sure?" I said once again before putting it in the player.

"I'm sure," she added. "But...give me a minute before you start it," she then told me. "I'm going to get a bit more comfortable. Oh...and maybe pour us some more wine."

I watched her walk up the stairs, and then poured us both a fresh glass of wine, inserted the DVD and pushed pause after fast forwarding through a bunch of previews, which I didn't think we needed to sit through. Especially if she was seriously interested in watching this, I didn't want to freak, or gross her out with a whole bunch of upfront cum-shots from the get-go.

Several minutes later she came back down the stairs. I was surprised and delighted to see she had put on a large terry cloth bathrobe. I had no idea what she might have on underneath it, but the fact she was wearing that was a start. "Ready?"

"Ready," she grinned back, and then took a seat on the couch beside me, though she hugged one side of it putting a few inches of distance between us. I started the movie, which I am sure some few might laugh at in watching it. An obvious set up perhaps, but again something that I had certainly enjoyed as one of my own fantasies. A very mature looking woman, perhaps even a few years older than Julie was, sat outside on her patio next to her pool sunbathing. Meanwhile, a handsome young man was busily mowing the lawn for her as she sat there watching him. It was obviously hot, as he did so with nothing on but a pair of tight shorts. When he finished, the woman invited him over to share a drink of what appeared to be ice tea, though I figured it was most likely Long Island Iced teas the way he looked at her in surprise after sipping on his. He kept staring at her breasts of course, which the camera showed to be almost totally revealed in the tight brief bikini top she was wearing. The woman's hard nipples extended and easily seen through the thin material. Already I was feeling myself getting hard.

I heard Julie snicker and wondered perhaps if I should have selected a better movie. "Would you prefer to watch something else?" I asked worriedly.

"Oh no...no, this one's fine. Just interesting to see how she goes about seducing the young man there, though by the looks of it, it won't take much. He's already sporting an erection."

Which was true, but then again, so was I. But Julie was right about that part too, with the young man sitting there next to her, acting a bit uncomfortable, especially as the woman had reached up and began to gingerly thumb her hard nipples through the top of her bikini, she soon leaned over placing her hand upon his crotch, feeling his hardness. After that, it wasn't long before they were both naked and fucking like minks in the lounge chair.

"Looks a little familiar doesn't it?" Julie commented as we sat there watching it. It did in a way, though we certainly weren't doing what they were at the moment, even though I'd have given her my left nut in order to do so.

Julie polished off her wine, handing me her empty glass asking for more. As she did, she leaned over towards me, the front of her robe opening just enough to reveal to me she was bare breasted beneath it. I couldn't help but wonder then if she was in fact entirely nude. I poured her another glass, handing it to her and noticed she had scooted a lot closer to me. Our bodies now touched as we sat on the couch together, though her robe prevented me from actually feeling her flesh. What she did do however was sort of lean into me, letting her head suddenly rest more against my shoulder.

"This ok?" she asked.

It was more than ok. The way she was now positioned had opened up the front of her robe even more. I could just see the curvature of her right breast as it remained partially concealed against the front opening of her robe. One move either way could have dislodged it completely.

"Oh yeah," I moaned contentedly, and allowed my arm to circle about her, which she seemed to like as she settled in even more comfortably against me as we sat there.

The movie continued on, and I was getting hornier and hornier by the minute, especially when the young guy managed to slide down between the woman's legs and started going down on her. I moaned inadvertently, not really realizing that I had. But then she did too, and I allowed my hand to travel down a bit over her robe until my fingers actually dangled at the opening, just grazing a portion of her bare breast. She moved somewhat as though trying to find a new comfortable position herself, which then caused her entire breast to expose itself. She didn't make any effort to conceal it again however, with my fingers lightly resting upon it as we sat there.

I extended my fingers, and as I did, they grazed her hard full nipple. Once again she sighed pleasurably, and I took this as a sign to continue, which I did. Soon, I was happily tickling her nipple tip, rubbing it and rolling it between my fingers. I hadn't even noticed that our movie had ended.

"Oh...it's over?" she said somewhat disappointedly. "It was just getting interesting!" I wondered briefly if she'd meant the movie, or what I'd been doing. "Another?" she then asked, likewise passing me her empty glass, her speech slurred just a little as she said that. I was again at a loss, not knowing for sure if she'd meant wanting to watch another movie, or just have another glass of wine, or both. We had only had one glass of wine with dinner, and now just finishing a third. I wasn't much of a drinker myself, but I was nowhere near buzzed myself yet, so I couldn't imagine for the life of me that she could be. Still, the last thing I wanted was to be accused of was taking advantage of her if she was.

"You sure? Maybe we've both had enough wine already," I said cautiously.

"One more," she said, the slur in her speech suddenly gone. "And...let's try that other movie," she then added, looking over at the really raunchy one she had put aside. I filled her glass, passing it back.

"It's ah got...a lot of well, fucking and stuff like that," I warned her. "And a whole bunch of cum-shots and stuff. You sure you really want to see that?"

"I like fucking," she grinned, once again slurring her speech. "And it's not like I haven't seen...or felt, some pretty big cum-shots," she then added.

"Well...ok," I mused and sat up off the couch, quickly inserting the new DVD into the player. As I turned back around, Julie now sat on the couch, her robe entirely open, her magnificent breasts freely and fully exposed. But it was likewise now evident she didn't have anything on underneath it either.

"That make it easier for you to watch this with me?" she asked.

"Almost," I then told her, and boldly undid the belt on my jeans, unzipping and then taking them off. I soon removed my shirt, now standing there in only a pair of my briefs, though my erection was clearly evident as it poked against them.

"Sit down," she smiled as the movie began. I sat next to her, damn near in her lap as she'd again just barely allowed me enough space to squeeze in next to her. And the fact of the matter was, there was hardly any story line whatsoever, just various snippets of men and woman fucking, or sucking one another, not to mention several very large messy looking cum shot explosions.

I went back to playing with her breast, openly now and without reservation. As I did, I soon felt Julie's hand once again fondling my hard prick through my briefs, though she did so only for a moment, finally reaching inside the waistband, her hand soon after drawing me out. "Take them off," she then told me. I sat up, pulling them down, Julie taking my shorts and shoving them far over my legs where I quickly and easily now kicked them off to one side.

"I have to admit Steven, and not like I've seen a lot of them mind you, but...you really do have a nice looking cock."

All I could think of to say was "thank you", but even before I could get those words out of my mouth, Julie had leaned over engulfing me. I couldn't believe that she had, or that she was now doing what she was. But her mouth had sent me to heaven as I sat there, still fondling her breast as her mouth and hand worked simultaneously together in bringing a heretofore unknown pleasure to my prick.

She didn't do it too long, I wouldn't have lasted much longer if she had. It was all still too new to me, and maybe she had sensed that. But without speaking however, I then pushed her back down onto the couch, wordlessly sliding down between her legs, venturing into uncharted territory myself here. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Her pink puffy lips all swollen and glistening wet. I gingerly allowed my tongue to snake out, just barely ticking her split, no wheres even near her clit yet, though she shuddered involuntarily as I ran my tongue up her slit towards it. Seconds later, I lingered there, flicking it lightly with my tongue, feeling her shudder even more pleasurably beneath me as I did so.

"Put a finger inside me," she managed to breath. "Finger me while you do that."

I loved the fact she was willing to tutor me here too. I was nervous enough as it was, not sure that what I was doing was correct or the right way to be doing things necessarily. Just going by pure instinct at the moment here.

"What do you like?" I then asked excitedly, curiously.

She just about purred as she answered. "Just keep licking it softly," she asked, "suck it a little too," she then added, "but just as soft. But keep working your finger around inside me while you do that."

God she was slick. Her cunt was leaking like crazy, her juices getting sloshy, wickedly sloshy as I continued fingering her, sucking her, and flicking her clit.

"A little harder now," she moaned, her eyes closed as I looked up towards her face, her mouth pursed in a perpetual kiss as I gathered in her clit between my lips, holding it there, sucking it, seeing the expression of pure ecstasy in her face. "Oh fuck yes...yes, that's it...right there...just like that!"

I had now added an additional finger, now finger fucking her slowly, still gently in and out, once again enjoying the sounds her cunt was making as the lubrications seemed to intensify, becoming even greater as I continued. The truly slippery sound her cunt now made, reminding me of the hard cum-filled cunts we'd started off watching, now nothing more than added background noise to the erotic, sensual moment we were sharing.

"Suck it! Suck it!" Julie cried out, her hands now worming around in my hair pressing me to her, my face soaked in her heat, her juice, her essence as I devoured her entirely. A third finger now joining the other two. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my cunt with your fingers Steven! Eat me! Eat me! Eat my fucking cunt!"

She came, though it was more like an explosion, her scream of pleasure at first startling me, as was the sudden unexpected expulsion of female juice which began bathing my entire face. I had heard of female ejaculations, squirtings, and had seen a few on film, but never in a million years had I ever expected to enjoy seeing it, feeling it, and tasting it firsthand.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She cried out over and over again.

Finally exhausted, spent, she pushed me away, perhaps a bit sensitive, though I had softened my tonguing of her as she'd slowly come down from her pleasured place. She sat up, and then moved towards me, pushing me back against the arm of the couch on the other side. I soon felt her mouth once again surrounding me, and moments after that, felt the delightful, far too soon surge of my spunk filling her mouth.

**

Sunday was supposedly a rest day. I hadn't planned on doing anything more than sleeping in, relaxing, and maybe taking another swimming lesson. Boy was I wrong. Julie woke me early for our workout, though that was non eventful as it turned out. She seemed to be all business, setting the tone and the mood for the day. Mrs. Worth had Sundays off too, so I was in hopes of a great deal more of what we'd begun the evening before, but when I made the slightest suggestion or hint in that direction, Julie headed me off with either a stern look or a firm, "No Steven," which totally unsettled me. After what we'd done and enjoyed together, I was in a total state of confusion. Even more so when Julie informed me that we'd be putting in some extra time in doing some math as I was still struggling with that, and the final exam was on Friday.

"Remember what I told you," she reminded me. "You need to get an A on that test," at least she smiled when saying that, which was something. But again her aloofness puzzled and confused me. "But it's entirely up to you Steven, if you'd rather just lie around, then we will. But if you're serious about that test, and graduating so you can look towards the future, then we study."

Resigned to a less than relaxing day, we soon headed back up to the study where I discovered Julie had prepared for me a mini test of several of the different math problems she knew would be on it. Just the thought of taking a test...any test, seemed to almost paralyze me, and this one wasn't one that really counted. And still I found myself nervously dreading it.

"Now then, here's how it works," she told me. "You'll have five minutes to work on the problem, we'll review it together afterwards before going onto the next one. Ready? Begin!"

For a moment my mind went blank, and then I began to feverishly work on the first problem she'd given me. I had barely completed it when she said, "Time!" She came around behind me, leaning over my shoulder to inspect my work rather than simply picking up the paper to look at it. Once again I felt the brief press of her breast against the back of my shoulder as she did so.

"Correct!" she announced and then walked back around the desk to stand in front of me. As she did so, she reached up undoing a button on the blouse she was wearing. The way she looked at me, she made it plainly obvious that was some sort of reward for my having figured out the right answer.

"Ready? Begin!"

"What the hell is she doing?" I asked myself as I began work on the second problem. Julie had been very distant all morning long, and now this?" Once again I finished the second problem, which she again walked behind me in order to review. I again felt the press of her breasts on my shoulder as she did so, this time seemingly a bit more firm as she stood there.

"Correct!"

Just as before, she soon stood in front of me, purposely looking at me with a rather hot looking smile on her face as she undid yet another button on her blouse. As it opened, this time I was clearly able to see her bra-clad breasts, sexily covered in black lace with a hint of her bare flesh peeking out at me. She again checked her watch, and told me to begin.

Whether my mind was fully on the problem or on her, I wasn't sure, but I hadn't finished solving it when she called time. She knew I hadn't completed it without even looking at it this time and I sat watching her as she re-buttoned the last button she'd undone. "Ready?"

And so it went. I managed to get the next three correct, watching as Julie finished undoing her blouse and then taking it off. She now stood before me in her bra and skirt. It was interesting to wonder what might be removed with the next correct answer, or...put back on if it wasn't. I wasn't about to have her put her blouse back on. Needless to say I was delighted to feel her now just bra-clad breasts pressing against me as she smiled and whispered "Correct" into my ear. It was her skirt which came off next, showing me something I hadn't seen her wearing before as she now stood in front of me, a matching pair of lace panties with a black garter and stockings to go along with her bra. As I sat there admiring her, I recalled a few much older men's magazines which showed women similarly dressed, or rather undressed, and had always found those images alluring and extremely sensual as I sat jerking off while looking at them. I was needless to say, already hard.

I completed the next problem looking at her worriedly. It had been a hard one, and to be honest, I wasn't sure it was correct. Even Julie seemed to take an inordinate amount of time reviewing the results, though I enjoyed the somewhat longer lingering press of her right breast against my neck as she did so.

"Hmm," she murmured, and once again I feared I had answered it incorrectly. She crossed back to stand in front of the desk, a slight frown on her face. Picking up the skirt she'd discarded, she held it momentarily, and then tossed it over onto the small couch instead, smiling as she did so. "Correct!" She grinned, and then reached back around herself, undoing the bra.

This time it was her bare breasts pressed against my back, my neck as she leaned over reviewing my work, taking an inordinate amount of time in doing so, though I too already knew I'd given her the correct answer. I felt her twin hard little nipples walk from one side of my neck to the other as she allowed them to slide over my skin, sending waves of goose bumps ahead of them as she did so. She finally blew in my ear the words, "Correct," and then gave my ear a brief gentle nip.

I sat, my cock hard, aching and straining to set itself free as she placed one of her long slender legs on the edge of the desk as she faced me, undoing the clasps that held her black nylons in place, slowly rolling them down her leg as I watched. I could feel the moisture actually leak from the head of my cock, reaching down with my hand giving myself a firm rub through my pants.

"No touching!" she admonished me. "Not unless I tell you to," she then added giving me a wink. It was then that I realized we were just barely half way through the exam she'd created, and I began to wonder what might happen if I answered the next several questions correctly. She didn't have enough clothing left on if I did, though I also realized that the problems ahead of me would no doubt be harder to resolve.

It was a delight to see Julie soon after remove the second stalking, followed by her garter and then finally her panties. Entirely nude she stood before me, only a handful of math problems remaining to be completed.

"These next will indeed be very difficult," she told me. And as such, you'll have ten minutes to complete each one. If you answer them correctly, I will then do for you whatever you'd like for an equal amount of time...short of intercourse," she stated as she looked at me. "But...if you answer any one of them incorrectly, then I dress, completely, and there will be no more rewards of any kind, and you will still be required to finish the rest of the exam. Understand?"

Talk about pressure, but I sat nodding my head as I looked at her. She was beautiful. Even her supposed ugly scar just above her mound seemed alluring, sensual to me. I wanted to kiss it, tongue it, and allow my lips to explore its entire length before traveling downwards between her legs where I knew I would find the greatest prize of all.

"Ready?" My cock throbbed in expectation, as though nodding its own head yes. "Begin!"

It was a very difficult problem and I barely managed to complete it when she called out time. Once again, she allowed the exquisite caress of her breasts to all but surround my neck as she stood there scrutinizing my work. Her whispered words once again running chills up and down my spine. "Very good...correct," she breathed hotly against my neck. "So...what would you like?" she then asked me walking back around the front of the desk.

"Touch yourself for me," I said simply. She smiled at that, lifting her long slender leg, bracing it against the front of the desk as she did so. I sat there, her beautiful hot pink cunt staring at me, her lips already wet, glistening as she openly displayed herself to my feasting eyes. As though in slow motion, she lowered her hand, one finger just dipping inside that glistening furrow as she stroked herself teasingly. It took monumental effort for me to keep both hands on top of the table. My cock was aching about as bad as it ever had, so tempted to reach down, unzip myself and stroke off while watching her. For ten glorious minutes I saw her tease her clit with her fingers, impaling herself periodically, withdrawing her wet sticky fingers, feeding them to me as I licked them off.

"Time," she sighed almost apologetically all too soon. I had only two problems remaining.

To my surprise, I managed to solve the next to last problem quite easily and well within the allotted time. Julie didn't even bother coming around behind me to look at the results, glancing down only briefly nodding her head. "What would you like?" she asked.

"Touch me, please Julie, touch me."

"In here...its Ms. Wright," she admonished me. "Now, try that again."

"Please Ms. Wright, touch me..."

She walked around the desk, kneeling before me as I sat there watching her hands deftly undoing my belt, pulling down on my zipper and shortly thereafter freeing my blood engorged member. "No cumming," she warned. "Not yet..." she then added as I nodded my head in understanding of that, though I likewise wondered if I could even hold out for ten minutes while she did whatever she planned on doing to me as I sat there.

I soon felt the warmth of her hands as she surrounded my straining cock, teasingly stroking it up and down, soon after leaning over, her tickling tongue then dancing hotly on the tip of my head as she continued to fondle and play with it. I leaned back in my chair, eyes closing of their own accord as she began to pleasure me in ways I had never imagined feeling before. And...I was surprised that the urge to climax never threatened me, the intensity of her hands and mouth almost too good to be sure, but so good, that I somehow fought off the urge to cum, enjoying her ministrations of my cock until once again she said "time" her mouth still lovingly wrapped about the head of my dick as she said it.

"Last one...good luck," she told me. As I turned the page looking down at the last and final problem, I knew without any doubt there was no way I was going to be able to complete it within the allotted time. It was by far the hardest one yet, near impossible as I sat there looking down at it, briefly looking up towards her with a worried look even as she looked back at me and said..."Begin."

Feverishly I worked at trying to solve it. I could feel beads of sweat popping out on my forehead as I did, trying to work through it, going back time after time as I tried to fit in the correct and proper equations, but even as I did so, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. When Julie called "time" I was far from having resolved it, and threw my pencil down in frustration looking up at her as she stood there.

"Shit!" I exclaimed in frustration. "There was no fucking way!" I then added somewhat angrily.

"No...there wasn't," she stated surprising me with the truth. "But you made the effort anyway, even knowing that," she told me. "You could have given up, but you didn't. That Steven was the correct answer to that problem. You tried anyway."

I sat looking at her, somewhat confused, yet pleased, especially as I saw her smile at me knowingly.

"Come here," she said standing me up, and then having me sit on the edge of the desk while facing her. She drew my head towards her breasts, which I now kissed, sucked and played with. I felt her hands once again down between my legs, fondling my hard prick, stroking it. "Now...you may cum," she told me softly, hotly as she so tenderly and teasingly handled my prick. "Go ahead Steven, squirt your cream on my breasts."

It didn't take long for me to do just that. Moments later I sat looking at my cock, watching as it began to discharge ribbon after ribbon of my hot spunk against her chest. We both watched as she moved my prick back and forth over and between her two magnificent tits, seeing me as I squirted against her, as she rubbed the head of my dick against herself, still milking out the last final traces of my spending even after I was done, exhausted and elated beyond belief.

**

My parents returned on Monday as expected. Julie, Ms. Wright left shortly after their arrival. And though Mondays were usually a day spent together, since we'd worked diligently together on Sunday, she had in a sense made up for it by giving me the day off. In truth, I wish she hadn't. I missed seeing her and being with her, knowing that I wouldn't again see her until Wednesday. That left only two more days before my final exam, nearing the end of the agreement to tutor me as well with graduation only a few short days after that. I had gone to school every day that week, which in a strange way helped to pass the time. Anxious and more than happy to see her when she again came on Wednesday, though that too was with mixed blessings. There was no tease, no talk or hint of anything in a sexual nature as we sat working together. And though I obviously missed that, desired that, just seeing and being with her again was something. Just before she left that early evening, she wished me luck on the test on Friday, once again reminding me of the promise she had made to me if I was to get an A on the exam.

"See you at two o'clock on Friday," she told me giving me the only brief kiss of the day on my cheek as she did so. "Good luck, and don't worry Steven. You can do it, I know you can." And with that, she left.

I spent most of the evening in study preparing for the test, going over the problems she had given me once again, remembering as I did, each and every article of clothing she'd removed when answering them correctly. I sat remembering distinctly how she'd looked when she did, each expression on her face. I could even feel the hot whispered breath on my neck when she said "correct", and the way her breasts so lovingly caressed me when she said that.

Friday came all too soon, and with it, the fear and anxiety of the final exam.

**

She was already there, waiting for me in the study when I came home. I handed her the results of my exam. "I got forty seven out of fifty," I told her dejectedly. Which had given me an A minus. Julie stared at the paper for a moment, and then smiled handing it back.

"It's an A, with a small scar beside it," she said. "But no matter how you look at it, it's still an A." She then handed me a gift-wrapped package, which she had secreted away on her lap as she sat behind the desk. I opened it hurriedly, surprised to find several drawing pads and a fresh set of drawing pencils to go along with it. "Pick you up at eight tomorrow morning," she told me standing up, obviously intending to leave. "I know a great place where we can go for you to draw," she added smiling, and this time kissed me, fully...lingering for a long wonderful moment as her lips sought mine in an embrace like no other I had ever known. After that, she left.

She didn't tell me where we were going, though it took over two hours to arrive there. We had traveled up into the mountains finally reaching a place where we simply couldn't go any farther in her car. We parked it, walking from there a short distance until reaching a beautiful meadow surrounded by wild flowers, tall majestic fir and pine trees as they stood bending gracefully against the mild breeze. It was there that I sketched her, drew her in whatever position or pose that came to mind. Long after my fingers had grown numb, and I had filled nearly an entire pad with drawings of her, did we then return to her car where she surprised me again with a picnic lunch which we ate together sitting on top of a blanket overlooking the meadow we had just been in a short time ago.

"Thank you," I told her. "For everything."

"You're welcome," she said simply, and then stood removing her clothing once again. I thought at first she intended to let me draw her again, which I would have, even though my hands were still tired from having done so for several hours now. "Take off your clothes," she told me. "Make love to me."

At first I wasn't sure I had heard her right, but then I stood, scrambling out of my own clothes as she repositioned herself down on the soft thick blanket she had brought along. And there, under the warmth of the afternoon sunlight, I entered her, making love to her for the first (obviously my first) and last time.

I never saw her again after that. A few days later I finally graduated, and in time, much to my father's dismay, went to school majoring in Art. Years later I met and married my wife, having just gone through some extensive knee and hip replacements, which gave me a bit more mobility. Mattie, my wife, was my rehabilitation nurse, which is how we met. She had gone through the same things herself, and because she had, knew what it took to recover, and the hard work required because of it in doing so.

In time, I was recognized for the intensity of my work, mostly paintings now as my first featured showing in a very prestigious gallery in New York allowed me to share with the world my dreams and desires. One wall, exclusively devoted to a few older sketches and drawings, all of the same woman, the woman who I to that very day remembered quite fondly.

It was midway through the evening when the gallery owner came over to me, telling me that my showing had been an enormous success, with several of my paintings being sold. "You know what's really strange though Steven, every single one of your sketches sold," he told me.

"You're kidding me, by who?" I asked.

"To be honest, I'm not at all sure. But that's the couple over there who purchased them, he told me once again looking down at the fairly sizeable check he'd been given. "A Mr. and Mrs. Ellsworth, according to the name on the check," he explained with an obvious and curious look on his face as he said that. "Looks like they're just leaving in fact."

I glanced over in the direction he had pointed. A fairly old couple was just then heading towards the doors. I stood watching as she moved forward while using a cane, the older gentleman beside her helping her as she moved slowly along.

"Wait!" I called out, and then broke away from my wife and friend as I ran towards them. "Wait!" calling out once again, finally seeing the two of them turn.

The one thing I had learned was that the eyes never changed. No matter how much we do... the eyes always remain the same.

"Julie!" I said reaching her. "I mean...Mrs. Ellsworth," I corrected apologetically. I saw her smile, the recognition obvious.

"I knew you'd eventually find your dream," she told me. And I had...thanks to her. She raised her hand, her somewhat gnarled arthritic fingers tracing along the likewise ancient scar on the side of my face. "Glad to see you didn't let this stop you," she told me then. And it hadn't, if anything it had become the signature of my work. Each and every one of my paintings, my drawings, depicted men, though mostly women with scars and blemishes on their faces or bodies. But all were, as acclaimed by those who saw them or purchased them to be amongst the most erotic, sensual anyone had ever seen. Through Julie I had learned to see beauty in everything, and in everyone. And that's what I painted, what I drew. Outside, the banners and signs hanging over the gallery with my name on them announcing to everyone who I was.

"Scar".

Something I was now proud of in being called. Thanks to the woman who had so profoundly changed my life.

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