“I don’t get to the lake, I have fucked up the car, and I cannot deliver for Carlos. They say trouble comes in threes.” Theresa slowed down as she was speaking as a thought crossed her mind. “Fortunately for me there is a solution to one of my problems. I see it now.”
She turned to Carlos. “Could Susan step in for Allison. What do you think?”
Carlos frowned and them smiled. “Sometimes older women can be good, in fact better. Let me see.”
Theresa turned to Susan. “You know the probable outcome. Now strip for Carlos.”
Susan was taken by total surprise. She started to say, “But….” Then she knew the consequences of her refusal and could see what was about to unfold and gave in to it. She repeated her mantra to herself, remember ‘The Plan’. She undressed as if going to bed without any attempt to be alluring but left her self-supporting stockings and high heeled shoes on. She turned around in her near naked state in front of Carlos.
Carlos threw up his hands in a theatrical manner, “Not possible. No ass. Almost flat. Where are the buttocks? Theresa, you know I like to give a good spanking to start. I’d be spanking bone. No ripples. Nah. Not possible.”
Theresa jumped in quickly “Ok. I’ll let you have her for two hundred less. Eight hundred. What do you think? At least you’ll get laid with a good fuck instead of pulling yourself off at your hotel.”
Susan was horrified at being auctioned off like a slave. Spontaneous tears ran down her face. It took all the courage she could muster to run the course. She stiffened her spine. She had just learned that Theresa was a pimp.
Carlos spoke, “What about you, Theresa, you have a nice bum and could do with a good spanking.”
“I’m not on offer, Carlos. You know that. Mary is away with her sick mother and my two newbies are not ready. Here’s the deal. Five hundred and I’ll take the prohibition of anal off the table. You can fuck her ass. With so little flesh in that area, it’ll be easier to get to her rosebud. Final offer.”
Carlos laughed out loud. “You should join my marketing team. Make a positive out of a drawback. OK you have a deal.” He pulled out his wallet and dropped five notes on the table.
Theresa counted the money but left it on the table. “I’ll even throw in my bed. Upstairs second on the left. Have fun kids.”
Susan understood Theresa’s seemingly generous gesture. They would be watched in the media room and recorded in high definition. She hoped that Peter would be able to fix that.
As Susan gathered up her clothes and her bag, she remembered the first time she was directed to go up the stairs. She saw the irony of refusing to be a ‘two-bit hooker’ and seeming willingness to be a ‘five-hundred-dollar slut’. She gave a small tight laugh at her situation.
Carlos heard her laugh. “You laughing at me?”
“No Carlos. Of course not. Just a stupid wild thought I had.”
Carlos bounded up to the top of the sweeping staircase. He leant over the bannister calling for Susan to hurry up. Shivering, Susan could only move unsteadily and slowly in her unfamiliar sexy five-inch-high heels she had bought to tantalize Victor. Each stair was an effort.
She froze half-way up when she heard Victor’s baritone voice bellow, “What the fuck? Who the Jesus are you?” He had just entered the foyer on his return.
The reply came from above her. “Carlos, and who the fuck are you?”
“Victor. You’re in my house with a naked woman walking up the stairs. What in God’s heaven is going on?” Susan turned towards Victor.
“Susan? Susan? Is that you? Surely not?” There was ring of incredulous dismay in Victor’s voice.
Susan squeaked, “Yes, Victor. It’s me.”
“Get dressed this instant. Carlos, get your things and get out.” He screamed, “NOW!”
During the few seconds that it took for the exchange between the two men, Theresa emerged from the living room with Allison just behind her.
Carlos looked at, and after seeing no intervention, addressed Theresa, “tell him, Theresa. I’m your guest. Come on. You invited me here.”
Theresa was as cool as she managed a malignant smile. “Carlos dear. Best you leave. Your jacket and what you lent me are on the table in the living room. Pick them up as you go. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Carlos gave a viscous swipe at Susan’s bottom as he passed by her. She dodged and almost fell down the stairs. He missed. “You looked like a poor fuck anyway.” Susan just grinned to herself, thinking you’ll never know you degenerate. Carlos bolted past Theresa into the living room, collected his things and was gone in moments without a nod to his host.
As Susan finished her dressing, she was aware of Victor and Theresa in a hushed-tone argument.
Susan headed straight for the door. Victor called after her, “I’ll be in touch.” Seated in driver’s seat, crying Susan collapsed over the steering wheel at the realization that she had just evaded the most humiliating moment of her life. She had no memory of driving home. Once inside the safe confines of her living room she once more found the Cognac and poured herself a stiff one. Once steadied, Susan’s resolve to complete ‘The Plan’ was firmer than ever.
On further reflection, Susan was certain that Theresa would try to punish her out of sheer spite. She knew exactly what Theresa would do. Against all the caution she had taken thus far she called Peter ungently.
Without preamble, “You know the project you have in hand? Can you activate it tonight?”
Peter understood what she was talking about without any specifics. He added his own embellishment. “Yes, I’ll write you something on the universal numbers overnight, but it may take twenty-four hours to have full coverage. I’ll see you after school tomorrow to tell you about the results.”
******
All day at school Susan was on edge and worried such that her stomach kept churning. Peter was absent from her class. She enquired and found he had called in sick. She was uncertain if his absence was a good sign or bad. The rest of her life probably hinged on his success. When she could no longer stand the tension and uncertainty, Susan called Peter. She reached his mother who told Susan that Peter had a bad headache and stayed in his room all day. She would not put Susan through to him as he was now sleeping. This almost drove Susan mad. After taking some deep breaths, Susan settled down accepting the fact that there was nothing she could do without sounding desperate and thereby drawing unwanted questions.
Out of the corner of her eye, Susan saw Peter enter the second period class the following day. Peter sat at the back as was his new chosen location. When the class settled, Susan could see Peter had a broad grin on his face and he gave a subtle thumbs up. Susan covered a huge sob that came over her by converting it to a cough. She told them to read Chapter eleven and prepare some questions about it. “Read and no talking. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She left the classroom to collect herself and have a cry of relief in a stall in the staff washroom. When she returned, she asked Peter if he would come by after school to give her an update on his project.
“How did it go? What did you do?”
“I had planted a utility on their computer that allowed me to take control of the computer. Making sure it was not in use, I took over and cancelled their cloud account. Luckily, they’d chosen one of the cheaper services, otherwise I may have had difficulty pulling this off. Once you cancel the account, they delete everything they have, including backups, within twenty-four hours after sending an email seeking confirmation of the cancellation. The service keeps their costs down by freeing up space on their storage almost immediately after they have a cancellation.”
“Are they allowed to do that?” Susan was curious.
“It’s in the contract. The Adams either did not care or missed that aspect. Either way, it worked for us. I had to hang around to handle the confirmation email and later to check that their records were truly deleted. They are. That’s why I took the day off. Susan strode around the desk and gave Peter a big hug, and suddenly became aware of what she was doing. “Oooops. That was inappropriate, but well deserved.” It was unlikely they would have been seen through the small window in the classroom door.
Susan was tempted to ask Peter if there was anything she could do for him but guessed what he might want and that was a slippery slope. She resolved to find a way to reward him once he was out of school.
Peter filled the silence as Susan tried to form words that conveyed her gratitude. Peter broke the pause in their conversation. “The shit will hit the fan in the Adam’s household once they have discovered they have lost all of their files. I removed my control file and shredded the delete files, so you and I are no longer in danger. They’ll probably have a security company have a look at the computer. I know I would. They may well find some anomalies but not their source. We’re good.”
Susan found her voice to pour amazed praise on her star student for a full ten minutes until he said, “Enough Miss Smith. I must go. I have a squash game. And you’re most welcome.” He grinned. He felt good. He rose and left a relieved and content Miss Smith.
******
Susan was now free to work on the rest of ‘The Plan’.
At the weekend, after a visit to the bank to get a thousand in cash, Susan drove forty-five minutes out to the swimming pool she thought interesting. She dressed in a plain white tee-shirt and jeans. On her head she wore a large-brimmed straw hat and covered her eyes with supersized sunglasses. As a distraction, she wore an uncharacteristic bright vermillion colored lipstick.
The privately run swimming pool was rather rustic but met Susan’s requirements. She flashed her YMCA membership and signed up for the thirty-day subscription for herself as Serena Smith and for Peter, as a guest called Michael Chow. She paid using some of the small-bill cash she had to hand in. Susan breathed a sigh of relief that the kid behind the counter did not look more carefully at the Y-membership card. She carefully stored the cards in her purse. The paper membership cards were printed with thirty squares that had to be checked off at each visit. One of the place’s attractions for Susan was the lack of electronic records, or, as far as she could see, electronic surveillance. Step one accomplished.
The following weekend saw Susan drive thirty minutes in the opposite direction. The stores at value mall covered both her needs. She found a great deal on six nondescript large beach towels, two to use, two in the wash and two in reserve. The only problem was that they were either dark blue or brown. After stashing the towels in the trunk of her car she checked-out a somewhat run-down beachwear store. It seemed to have what she wanted — a large selection of swimming costumes at reasonable prices.
Susan hated trying on clothes in any store, but felt she had no option in this case. She was uncomfortable with the little changing booths having full-length mirrors and ill-fitting curtains. Fortunately, it was quiet in the store. With help on sizing, and after selecting about nine different costumes, carefully counted by the salesclerk, “please keep your panties on,” she entered one of the three small changing booths, saw the curtain had a gap, and tried the other two booths only to find the same. Susan debated with herself whether to just leave but saw there was only one other customer in the store.
She tried on the one piece. Wrong color. She was struggling to get the second garment on when she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. Some pervert was looking at her over the top of some racks and through the gap in the curtain. Susan turned her back to him and wriggled the costume up. He was still there. She could see him the mirror. In a flash she realized he could also see her in the mirror. Yanking on the curtain did not help. She looked at herself and liked the piece. A lattice of open material joined the solid top and bottom of the quasi-two-piece. It looked quite smart to Susan’s eyes.
Taking the costume off she faced and looked the voyeur in the eyes thinking she would shame him into looking away. He was unmoved and stood taller. She could see a faint smile cross his face. Susan thought to herself, “What the hell?” And pulled off the one piece. He grinned and winked. Susan felt a slight frisson of arousal. Although she had long known that to be a good teacher one had to be an actor, but she had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist.
Susan decided to play to her audience but did so with a detached impetuousness fueled by an annoying and unfamiliar growing sense of arousal. She knew that if she made a fuss, she risked drawing attention to herself and ruining the anonymity she had carefully engineered. She pulled on and off costumes. Susan lifted her breasts to the mirror and took an inordinate amount of time tucking the lower parts of the costumes around her crotch that was now getting damp. She could see the man getting redder and redder in the face, until, on her eighth change his eyes scrunched up and he looked down. He ran off at this point. Susan smiled to herself. She knew he had just lathered his pants.
Susan made her selection. In making all the costume changes she found an unexpected benefit of having her pubic hair removed. She had no further action to take in that department. As she paid for the costumes, she picked up a large tube of sun blocker and bug spray prominently displayed by the cash register.
Her final purchase was difficult to locate. She eventually found a large hip flask in an engraving store that carried gift items. After a brief internal debate, she decided to leave the flask without any engraving. All her transactions for the day she paid out in cash. Susan now felt set for her next step.
With all her school obligations met Susan settled at her computer after her evening meal to research Victor more closely and to also find out more about the lakeside property. The only problem was that she had no idea where the lake property was located.
Susan phoned Victor. He picked up on the first ring, “John. Did you get it?”
“No. Susan here. You were expecting a call from John, I assume.”
“Yep. Got that right. What can I do for you Susan?”
“I’ll get straight to the point. Two questions. One; what’s the address of your lakeside place, and am I still on your invite list for the solstice party? And might you still want to follow up with me?” Susan wanted to sound as though she had no clue that he no longer had any leverage over her.
He laughed, “That’s three questions. Yes, you will be invited. The invitations go out early next week.” He then proceeded to give the address. “And yes again. That was on my agenda to give you a call next week, but since you raised the matter why don’t you come over next Friday? I promise to be alone this time.”
“Excuse my English but after the last debacle no fucking way. How about this — I’ll get a room at an upmarket hotel, and you’ll meet me there for the night.” Susan almost retched at the words coming out of her mouth. “You can pay though.”
Victor was silent for a moment. “OK. Call me with the details when you set it up. Must rush now and leave the line clear for John.”
She found the lakeside place on Google Maps. The house plan looked huge, much like their local home. It fronted onto a large lake. The photo was taken in the summer, and a large motor cruiser could be seen at a dock. There also seemed to be a couple of small sailing dinghies or fishing boats in the water tied to the dock. Apart from the main house there were five small buildings spread out along the shoreline. They looked like cabins with a faint trace of a pathway running along in front of them. If her guess was right that the cabins were sleeping accommodation. She knew she wanted to sleep in the unit farthest away from the house to help with ‘The Plan’.
Next, she looked up Mr. Victor Adams. She found that he came from old money, notwithstanding that the major income Theresa mentioned seemed to come from his present job. His father had a Russian sounding name that had been changed legally to Adams. Susan also found references to the father making a huge fortune from the purchase and resale of state assets when the Russian federation collapsed before escaping initially to Canada and later to the US.
Victor is five years older than Theresa at thirty. Victor and Theresa had a huge wedding. Susan further found in the local lakeside paper record of a planning dispute about the ‘cottage’ that sat on a hundred acres of property. The reporting of the dispute details included pictures of the layout of the house, boathouse, dock, and grounds. The existence of the cabins she detected on the map was confirmed. Susan felt at least she knew something of the physical environment she would be facing. A few of her initial plan ideas were modified as they were supplemented with the new information she now had.
Susan and Peter firmed up the dates for swimming lessons starting on the second day of the long vacation. Peter was starting a summer job on the fourth week of the holiday. Susan had three weeks to learn. Susan also learned the good news that Peter’s parents would be away in Hong Kong over that period. Peter would not be subjected to explaining himself and what he had been doing.
Susan dropped by and booked a small suite at the local Hilton for the Friday night. She called Victor and told him she would text him with the room number and time. All was set.
Routine set in at school. Susan cursed all that she had been subjected to even though she was no longer under Theresa’s and Victor’s control. When she was alone, Susan was consumed with ‘The Plan’. She pulled it apart and looked at it every way she could.
At school, Susan felt a niggling annoyance that was more subtle. Arising from recent experiences, Susan’s new awareness of the boys looking at her sexually distracted her in a way she had never experienced before. This in turn made her very conscious of her own body. As much as she would like to deny it, she started to take notice of the type of attention she was getting from her students and found it evident when she was followed by their eyes.
Being a scientist, Susan tested her own situation by gauging the reaction of the students depending on how revealing her clothes were on any given day. She noted that the slightly transparent white blouse that revealed her pale blue bra or a new shorter pencil skirt with a high walking slit, she had recently purchased, evoked greater attention from her male students. She detected a clear correlation between the amount of interest in her body to the amount she was revealing. She wryly concluded to herself that maybe she was hot as she had been told. For the first time in her life, she was having wave of spontaneous, yet unwanted, mild arousal.
She started to have almost erotic dreams about students. This was new. Susan attributed the dreams to a working out of her post-traumatic condition. One student dominated these dreams. Jerome. Although he was eighteen, he was still in grade eleven due to missing a year through getting a severe case of mononucleosis. He was the local Pastor’s son, shy and introverted, bright, but not brilliant; he was bullied when younger mainly because of the dark skin of his African heritage but also because of his non-resistant attitude. He did not like to fight and was thought of as weak. He failed to assert himself when bullied despite the physicality of his over six-foot slim frame. His gentleness and probably sensuality were signaled by his delicate long fingers.
Susan found Jerome’s brilliant white teeth against his dark skin made his broad smile jump out. She loved his smile and his large deep-brown eyes edged by long eyelashes. His looks and soft demeanor reminded Susan of her father’s record sleeves that starred Harry Belafonte’s photographs. In class, Susan could not help herself from returning to look at those enticing eyes. She thought that perhaps her erotic dreams arose from the one-time quick look she had of a large hill she slyly spotted in his lap as she paced between the desks during a test she had set.
Susan found that the simple act of having a shower proved to be a further challenge. Every time the shower played on her bald pubes; she had an urge to switch the showerhead to the pulse setting. To simply wash herself rather than arouse herself with the showerhead, or her fingers, took a conscious act of exerting all her will to resist the temptation of self-induced pleasure. Her dormant libido was stirring without the force of pharmaceuticals. Susan did not like it one little bit. She yearned for the quiet, day-to-day, even life she had before. There was a time and place for arousal, and this was not it. Seeing Victor was proper in the context of gaining sexual satisfaction. Susan was a now a conflicted woman.
Susan was set on ‘The Plan’. She gave a brief call to Victor; she gave him the time and room number in the Hilton. No evidence with texts. She arranged for a delivery of a gourmet meal to the suit, cash on delivery. She took great care in what she wore including the five-inch heeled shoes. She was ready.
Victor was fed, fucked, and went on to take Susan’s mouth, cunt, and anus. Susan was not denied a symphony of orgasms as she let herself go. He replicated his skills as a talented and thoughtful lover. After one final cowgirl ride Susan collapsed on Victor’s chest. As they gained their breath back Susan whispered in her lover’s ear, “tell me more about this Solstice party? How does it go down?”
Susan was delighted when Victor gave a vivid description of the welcoming fancy dress, get-to-know-you party on the Friday evening. Followed by an item-by-item listing of all the events over the whole long weekend. He asked if Susan would stay for the whole week. She agreed on one condition, “That you teach me to sail.”
“I’d love to do that. There is a little used bay down the shoreline that we can stop in, and we can fuck on the beach there. Hey, even try one in the dinghy. Bet that’ll be a first for you. Better than the back of an auto. Much better. The movement of the water. You’ll see.”
“I’ll stay to Thursday.”
“One thing. Theresa wants you in a threesome with me. You’d better accept. You know how Tree can be.” Susan certainly knew how Theresa could be and smiled inwardly knowing she had no control anymore. But it suited Susan’s Plan to go this route. It was perfect in fact.
“Maybe we can try the three-way in the boat. That would be a blast.”
“Tight. But I like tight.” Victor’s meaning was clear as he grinned. “We’ll aim for Wednesday for this.” Susan backed up dragging her nipples over his chest and stomach before she took Victor’s flaccid cock in her mouth.
“I might manage one more but that’s it. I’m done. Do you best, or your worst, and let’s see what happens.” Susan was successful and after rolling over on top of her, Victor gave her one more vaginal fucking that must have lasted for half an hour with Susan having multiple orgasms before he achieved his final ejaculation for the evening. He sighed, slid off and onto his back at Susan’s side. “That’s it partner.” They slept without touching.
Susan had dreams. She was being caressed all over by Jerome. Her arousal permeated every part of her dream. She awoke with her pussy wet and her nipples erect and throbbing.
Early morning soft light bathed the room as Susan open her eyes. Victor’s back looked inviting. She stroked it without any reaction before snuggling up to him and reaching over him to hold his flaccid cock. Susan felt unlucky he did not have a morning woody to play with. She worked his cock with the hope it would stiffen. She could feel the tumescence just beginning when Victor suddenly sat up and said to the room in general, “Morning.” He leapt out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. After a few moments Susan heard the shower running. She rose to join him in the shower but found he had locked the bathroom door.
“Screw you.” Susan let her frustration show before returning to the bed naked. She uncharacteristically started to play with her nipples below the sheets. Victor emerged and headed to his clothes neatly piled on a chair without so much as glance at the bed. When dressed he turned to Susan, “Thank you for the entertainment. I’ll settle-up for the suite down in reception. One more thing, you know that Tree hates you, don’t you? You’ll never get forgiveness for giving her a poor grade that prevented her from becoming the valedictorian. She’ll do anything. Watch out for her.” He turned on his heels and left.
“What the fuck?” Susan was cross and frustrated. Later, after jilling herself to a gentle orgasm she thought about what had just happened. She concluded that Victor was trying to assert his control without revealing that he had lost all the leverage he pretended to still retain. He was bluffing and offering Theresa’s hatred as a warning not to do anything stupid. Although the previous evening she had softened on her plans for Victor, this last shot by him returned Susan’s opinion to her original assessment that he was as culpable as Theresa for her rape and blackmailing her.
She said out loud, “Yes. Gotcha. You’ll get yours too.” The Plan was now complete in her mind.
*******
Susan had never felt so dragged out by the last few weeks of school. All the usual stresses of tests, grading, references, and reports remained, but for the first time ever she was constantly having to check her libido from asserting itself as she looked at the young adults in her classes. She succeeded in controlling herself and staying professional. She knew she was being edgy with her students. She tried to soften her attitude particularly after she accidently overheard a student saying to his friend, “What’s with Smithy? It’s like she’s got a broomstick up her ass.” His friend replied, “I think I could help her with that broomstick.” They high fived and then laughed.
It took its toll. She regularly had dreams about Jerome. When she awoke, her former desert of a vulva was now a wellspring of secretions. She found it prudent to wear a pantyliner both at night and at work. Susan’s breasts grew slightly giving rise to slight bulges over the top of her bras. She had to resist the temptation to dress in shorter skirts and more revealing tops. Then school was almost over. She only had one more thing to survive. Her usual role as a chaperone at the graduation ball.
Susan normally enjoyed seeing the kids, as she thought of them, letting their hair down in a formal setting with certain ritualistic behaviors always evident. This year she was nervous of how her increased libido would cope with the testosterone and pheromone laden environment. In the past, her objectivity kept her feeling totally removed from the myriad of small dramas unfolding around her. She had a reputation for being liberal but having hard boundaries. The rules of the game were clear to everyone. She was uncertain whether her judgement would be impaired by her own reactions in the light of the way her year had gone.
On the night Susan’s first surprise came in the form of Jerome. Even though he was old enough to attend the ball, he was only in grade eleven. He had been invited by Eve who was graduating. Susan thought she could understand why Eve had chosen him.
For the most part Susan coped well in keeping her libido in check as she watched the these you adults dance, hold hands, sneak a quick kiss, and grope, and mostly laugh.
The third and final of her circuits out behind the gym she heard someone either sobbing or retching. It was no more than three-quarters of an hour before the ball ended. The moonlight was strong enough to show a hunched figure. Susan thought for moment it was a drunk student throwing up. She turned on her flashlight to see Jerome sitting on his heels with his back to the wall and his face in his hands. She recognized him by his unique deep red tux.
Her body reacted. The similarity of the situation felt too much like one of her dreams. It triggered the memory of how that unconscious arousal felt. Susan’s nipples hardened and she sensed an immediate wetness. She took a deep breath.
“Jerome. You OK?”
Jerome looked up. “Miss Smith?”
Susan nodded and said, “Mmm. Are you OK?”
“Honestly Miss Smith?”
Susan jumped him to encourage Jerome. “Yes. Tell me.”
Jerome stood. He was about six feet from Susan. Now he sounded angry. “Fuck no. I’m far from OK. That cunt Eve went off with Rick.”
Susan was puzzled. “Watch your language, Jerome. I saw Rick arrive with Kelsey. Did he dump Kelsey?” She thought ‘another of those teenage dramas’, at the same time thinking I have my own drama here as she was aware that her arousal had not diminished.
“No. They went off all together. Seems that Eve invited me to make Rick jealous. It worked. They have gone off for a threesome with Kelsey along at a motel.” Jerome pointed to some brake lights leaving the school gate. He started to sob again.
All the control Susan had mustered over the past few hours melted into a puddle at her feet. She stepped forward to take Jerome into deep hug. She held him as the sobs that wracked his body slowly subsided. Susan was hoping that her aroused condition would settle down as well, but if anything, it intensified.
Jerome gently pushed Susan back as he gained control of himself. He whispered, “It’s even worse. My dad told me not to get serious about Eve because in two weeks we are moving to Oregon. He’s been transferred. What a shit day.”
Without warning Susan felt Jerome smoothy move forward again to reach around her back with one hand drawing her towards him, and with the other hand reaching up to smother one breast. She experienced a heady pleasure as he leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips. Jerome adjusted his hand to trap her nipple through her thin bra and blouse with his forefinger and thumb. He pinched and twisted. The assault on her senses overwhelmed Susan’s resistance for what seemed like an eternity as she orgasmed.
Her composure returned to her with the horror at what had just happened. It overtook the joy she felt just a moment earlier. She could feel his erection against her stomach. With all her force she pushed him away. She found the control her decades of teaching had given her. She managed to say with some authority, “Jerome. Stop right now. That was wrong. If you stop right now nothing more will be said. If you continue, I will report you for assault. That will bring a universe of problems down on you and shame on your family.”
It worked. Jerome backed up and hung is head for a moment before looking up under his long lashes into her eyes and stuttered, “Sorry. I’m sorry. I love you, Susan.”
Susan spoke harshly at first. “Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. It is totally inappropriate on more levels than I can count.” She softened, “I am sure you believe that to be true. I cannot deny something that is inside of you. But you’ll come to see it’s not possible. I will do this for you. If you still have any interest in me after one year at college or university look me up and we can talk. Then we’ll have a real conversation about what happened today and other things. Deal?”
“But that’s two years.” Jerome thought for a moment. “Deal.” He turned and walked away calling over his shoulder. “Going home.”
Susan shuddered as he left, once more pulling herself together. She spoke to herself, “Time for you to start the clear up inside, Miss sexy Smith.”
*******
Susan called Peter “Still Ok for the swimming lessons?”
“Sure. When and where? Please don’t tell me it’s at Theresa’s? Otherwise, I’m good to go for two weeks.”
“No, not at Theresa’s. I’ll come to your house at nine-thirty and pick you up. You live on a quiet street and it’s unlikely I’ll be seen. You’ll see where when arrive. Until tomorrow then.” Susan joked, “Oh. Don’t forget your trunks, for swimming. I’ll bring the towels.”
“See you tomorrow.” Peter couldn’t wait to see Miss Smith in a swimming costume.
The following day broke warm and sunny. Susan was ready by seven and had difficulty keeping calm over the next two and a half hours. Susan dressed in her one piece under a summer dress, putting her panties and bra in a beach bag along with two towels she had washed and dried overnight. She inspected herself and was content with the way the crotch of the costume looked. She was also excited and nervous.
Susan picked up Peter from the front of his house where he sat on a low stonewall awaiting Susan’s arrival. The drive conversation was mainly about Peter’s excitement about going to MIT. They also discussed how they would go about the swimming lesson. Although he was a good swimmer Peter had never taught swimming before but had researched it on the Internet and had developed a plan. “You do know I am going to be holding your hands in the water and placing my hands under you at first to give you some support, don’t you?”
“No problem. Whatever you have to do.” Susan was not so sure she should have said that. There was a risk Peter would take it as a license to grope her.
Susan put on her very wide brimmed sun hat and large sunglasses as she collected her bag from the trunk. She wanted to be as incognito as possible.
Through the mesh fence they could see three pools surrounded by grass with picnic tables and separate chairs scattered around, along with an extensive children’s playground. The pool club was a private enterprise. In the office, Susan showed their one-month subscription cards. Each card had one date box stamped.
When they settled there was already a fair crowd of mainly women with small children. They took a quieter spot away from the playground, lay the towels on the grass and stripped off. Each applied some bug spray and then headed for the water.
In a quieter corner of the pool that was chest deep Peter helped Susan down into the water. She held, her knuckles white with tension, on to the side ridge of the pool as Peter started his teaching. He first had her transfer her hands to his from the poolside, one hand at the time. He knew it was all about confidence initially. He had her dip her head under the water for a moment at first, and then longer and longer. Peter slowly moved Susan into deeper and deeper water. They then got out and took a short break as they had a juice.
Step by step Peter took Susan to a position whereby she could tread water when out of her depth. He then called the end of day one of swimming lessons. Susan was ready to continue. Peter did not want Susan to get overconfident on this first baby step. They returned home with Susan feeling quite jubilant. She gave Peter a spontaneous pack on the cheek as he was about to get out of the car.
“Oh, Miss Smith. I forgot to tell you I have a squash tournament the day after of tomorrow. I made the arrangements a month or so ago. Is that alright?”
“Of course, Peter. I may go over and try some stuff in the pool by myself. We’ll see how I do tomorrow. Oh. Call me Susan, please. Otherwise as the teacher I will have to call you Mr. Lui, unless you want that, Mr. Lui?”
“OK, Susan. Same time tomorrow.”
Later, when Susan thought back on the day, she appreciated how professional Peter had been with her. This would work. And she’d learn to swim. For the first time in months, she slept like a log that night.
Susan wore her two-piece the next day. Everything went according to plan. Peter had Susan floating on her back with her arms spread wide initially with a gentle hand in the small of her back supporting her. It took about thirty minutes of practice for Susan to learn keep herself from doubling her body, and to keep her bum up, at the same time staying reasonably relaxed. Then Peter had her float on her stomach looking down at the bottom of the pool, and then raising her head for air, using a push of the arms down. He had a hand at her solar plexus to start, but as she lost control a few times at the beginning her felt his hand on her breasts. As Susan put her feet down, she reassured Peter, “that’s OK. Don’t worry. I am getting it.”
After a break Peter demonstrated the dog paddle and then the breaststroke. With her improving confidence Susan was getting relaxed. Peter next had her diving to the bottom. She mastered being completely submerged. Then he showed her and encouraged her to do the breaststroke under water. Next, she was doing short spurts of breaststroke on the surface. The day slipped by quickly and it was time to go.
As she dropped Peter off Susan thanked him. “Thank you, Peter. You are a kind and patient teacher. Here’s the money for the first two days in case you need some funds for the tournament tomorrow.” She passed an envelope across before Peter left the car.
Susan felt exhausted the next day. She had a rare day when she did not awake until nine. She knew she had dreamed but could not remember the dream, which she considered an improvement. Although she had planned to go try swimming on her own, she could not raise the energy. She dozed off again in a mild euphoric state and when she finally woke, stayed in her pajamas all day, and read one of the books awaiting her attention.
Susan was early arriving at Peter’s house, and he was late coming out. He only grunted when he got in the car. Susan tried to make conversation. “How did the tournament go? Win anything?”
“It was team thing. Four of us against four from another club. More for bragging rights than anything else. I won all my games, but my teammates are not so good. Overall, we lost by three points.”
Susan kept quiet. The journey went by in silence.
The class did not go as well as the first two. Peter was distracted or tired or both as far as Susan could see. Despite the less effective teaching Susan managed a complete length using breaststroke by the end of the day and was introduced to sidestroke.
Near the end of another quiet journey home Peter asked, “Can I come over to your place a bit later. There is something I need to tell someone. I think you’d be the best person to hear what I have on my mind. I am sorry about today — no charge. I was in a mood. I still am, I guess.”
“Sure Peter. Come over in an hour and a half. I will get Pizza in. What do you like on yours?”
“Hawaiian.”
“OK. Hawaiian it is. Just to make your visit look plausible have a couple of large textbooks in your arms when you come over. Ok?”
“Sure. No problem. See you in ninety.” Susan knew he would be on time, but she was less certain about his intentions. She knew she’d have to dress conservatively so he would not get the wrong idea.
After they’d finished eating, Peter opened up.
“After the tournament yesterday the four of us went over to O’Hare’s for a drink. We had a booth. I was on my second beer…”
“Hold on. You’re only 18. How come you were drinking in a pub?”
“I have two bits of ID that say I’m twenty-two. Want to see them.”
“Go on.”
“As I was swigging my second beer, I thought I was seeing things. Allison, my cousin, came into the bar along with Theresa. They did not see me. They sat at a table. They were positioned side-on to me at the other end of the room. I had lean forward a bit to see them. I’ve never seen Allison dress so slutty. They talked for a few minutes as glasses of wine were brought to them. Then it became clear from the body language that Theresa was urging Allison to do something. Allison almost gulped down her wine and then rose and went to the bar and sat on a stool. She ordered what looked like a large whisky and swigged half of it down.”
Peter paused. Susan did not break the silence. His voice was clearly choked up as he continued. “It did not take long for one of the bar lizards to come and sit next to her and start talking. I could see Theresa staring at them intently. He bought Allison another drink. She finished her first quickly and started on the new drink. The man had his hand on her thigh. Rubbing it up and down, slowly getting higher up her leg. I could not stand it anymore and was intent on going up to Allison, but for some reason I will never understand, after I made it to the bar, I just stood behind Allison as if to order another drink. I heard Allison say, “That’ll be a hundred extra, if you want to go bare backed. Are you clean?” Peter paused again asking Susan, “Do you have a beer?”
Susan found that the simple act of having a shower proved to be a further challenge. Every time the shower played on her bald pubes; she had an urge to switch the showerhead to the pulse setting. To simply wash herself rather than arouse herself with the showerhead, or her fingers, took a conscious act of exerting all her will to resist the temptation of self-induced pleasure. Her dormant libido was stirring without the force of pharmaceuticals. Susan did not like it one little bit. She yearned for the quiet, day-to-day, even life she had before. There was a time and place for arousal, and this was not it. Seeing Victor was proper in the context of gaining sexual satisfaction. Susan was a now a conflicted woman.
Susan was set on ‘The Plan’. She gave a brief call to Victor; she gave him the time and room number in the Hilton. No evidence with texts. She arranged for a delivery of a gourmet meal to the suit, cash on delivery. She took great care in what she wore including the five-inch heeled shoes. She was ready.
Victor was fed, fucked, and went on to take Susan’s mouth, cunt, and anus. Susan was not denied a symphony of orgasms as she let herself go. He replicated his skills as a talented and thoughtful lover. After one final cowgirl ride Susan collapsed on Victor’s chest. As they gained their breath back Susan whispered in her lover’s ear, “tell me more about this Solstice party? How does it go down?”
Susan was delighted when Victor gave a vivid description of the welcoming fancy dress, get-to-know-you party on the Friday evening. Followed by an item-by-item listing of all the events over the whole long weekend. He asked if Susan would stay for the whole week. She agreed on one condition, “That you teach me to sail.”
“I’d love to do that. There is a little used bay down the shoreline that we can stop in, and we can fuck on the beach there. Hey, even try one in the dinghy. Bet that’ll be a first for you. Better than the back of an auto. Much better. The movement of the water. You’ll see.”
“I’ll stay to Thursday.”
“One thing. Theresa wants you in a threesome with me. You’d better accept. You know how Tree can be.” Susan certainly knew how Theresa could be and smiled inwardly knowing she had no control anymore. But it suited Susan’s Plan to go this route. It was perfect in fact.
“Maybe we can try the three-way in the boat. That would be a blast.”
“Tight. But I like tight.” Victor’s meaning was clear as he grinned. “We’ll aim for Wednesday for this.” Susan backed up dragging her nipples over his chest and stomach before she took Victor’s flaccid cock in her mouth.
“I might manage one more but that’s it. I’m done. Do you best, or your worst, and let’s see what happens.” Susan was successful and after rolling over on top of her, Victor gave her one more vaginal fucking that must have lasted for half an hour with Susan having multiple orgasms before he achieved his final ejaculation for the evening. He sighed, slid off and onto his back at Susan’s side. “That’s it partner.” They slept without touching.
Susan had dreams. She was being caressed all over by Jerome. Her arousal permeated every part of her dream. She awoke with her pussy wet and her nipples erect and throbbing.
Early morning soft light bathed the room as Susan open her eyes. Victor’s back looked inviting. She stroked it without any reaction before snuggling up to him and reaching over him to hold his flaccid cock. Susan felt unlucky he did not have a morning woody to play with. She worked his cock with the hope it would stiffen. She could feel the tumescence just beginning when Victor suddenly sat up and said to the room in general, “Morning.” He leapt out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. After a few moments Susan heard the shower running. She rose to join him in the shower but found he had locked the bathroom door.
“Screw you.” Susan let her frustration show before returning to the bed naked. She uncharacteristically started to play with her nipples below the sheets. Victor emerged and headed to his clothes neatly piled on a chair without so much as glance at the bed. When dressed he turned to Susan, “Thank you for the entertainment. I’ll settle-up for the suite down in reception. One more thing, you know that Tree hates you, don’t you? You’ll never get forgiveness for giving her a poor grade that prevented her from becoming the valedictorian. She’ll do anything. Watch out for her.” He turned on his heels and left.
“What the fuck?” Susan was cross and frustrated. Later, after jilling herself to a gentle orgasm she thought about what had just happened. She concluded that Victor was trying to assert his control without revealing that he had lost all the leverage he pretended to still retain. He was bluffing and offering Theresa’s hatred as a warning not to do anything stupid. Although the previous evening she had softened on her plans for Victor, this last shot by him returned Susan’s opinion to her original assessment that he was as culpable as Theresa for her rape and blackmailing her.
She said out loud, “Yes. Gotcha. You’ll get yours too.” The Plan was now complete in her mind.
*******
Susan had never felt so dragged out by the last few weeks of school. All the usual stresses of tests, grading, references, and reports remained, but for the first time ever she was constantly having to check her libido from asserting itself as she looked at the young adults in her classes. She succeeded in controlling herself and staying professional. She knew she was being edgy with her students. She tried to soften her attitude particularly after she accidently overheard a student saying to his friend, “What’s with Smithy? It’s like she’s got a broomstick up her ass.” His friend replied, “I think I could help her with that broomstick.” They high fived and then laughed.
It took its toll. She regularly had dreams about Jerome. When she awoke, her former desert of a vulva was now a wellspring of secretions. She found it prudent to wear a pantyliner both at night and at work. Susan’s breasts grew slightly giving rise to slight bulges over the top of her bras. She had to resist the temptation to dress in shorter skirts and more revealing tops. Then school was almost over. She only had one more thing to survive. Her usual role as a chaperone at the graduation ball.
Susan normally enjoyed seeing the kids, as she thought of them, letting their hair down in a formal setting with certain ritualistic behaviors always evident. This year she was nervous of how her increased libido would cope with the testosterone and pheromone laden environment. In the past, her objectivity kept her feeling totally removed from the myriad of small dramas unfolding around her. She had a reputation for being liberal but having hard boundaries. The rules of the game were clear to everyone. She was uncertain whether her judgement would be impaired by her own reactions in the light of the way her year had gone.
On the night Susan’s first surprise came in the form of Jerome. Even though he was old enough to attend the ball, he was only in grade eleven. He had been invited by Eve who was graduating. Susan thought she could understand why Eve had chosen him.
For the most part Susan coped well in keeping her libido in check as she watched the these you adults dance, hold hands, sneak a quick kiss, and grope, and mostly laugh.
The third and final of her circuits out behind the gym she heard someone either sobbing or retching. It was no more than three-quarters of an hour before the ball ended. The moonlight was strong enough to show a hunched figure. Susan thought for moment it was a drunk student throwing up. She turned on her flashlight to see Jerome sitting on his heels with his back to the wall and his face in his hands. She recognized him by his unique deep red tux.
Her body reacted. The similarity of the situation felt too much like one of her dreams. It triggered the memory of how that unconscious arousal felt. Susan’s nipples hardened and she sensed an immediate wetness. She took a deep breath.
“Jerome. You OK?”
Jerome looked up. “Miss Smith?”
Susan nodded and said, “Mmm. Are you OK?”
“Honestly Miss Smith?”
Susan jumped him to encourage Jerome. “Yes. Tell me.”
Jerome stood. He was about six feet from Susan. Now he sounded angry. “Fuck no. I’m far from OK. That cunt Eve went off with Rick.”
Susan was puzzled. “Watch your language, Jerome. I saw Rick arrive with Kelsey. Did he dump Kelsey?” She thought ‘another of those teenage dramas’, at the same time thinking I have my own drama here as she was aware that her arousal had not diminished.
“No. They went off all together. Seems that Eve invited me to make Rick jealous. It worked. They have gone off for a threesome with Kelsey along at a motel.” Jerome pointed to some brake lights leaving the school gate. He started to sob again.
All the control Susan had mustered over the past few hours melted into a puddle at her feet. She stepped forward to take Jerome into deep hug. She held him as the sobs that wracked his body slowly subsided. Susan was hoping that her aroused condition would settle down as well, but if anything, it intensified.
Jerome gently pushed Susan back as he gained control of himself. He whispered, “It’s even worse. My dad told me not to get serious about Eve because in two weeks we are moving to Oregon. He’s been transferred. What a shit day.”
Without warning Susan felt Jerome smoothy move forward again to reach around her back with one hand drawing her towards him, and with the other hand reaching up to smother one breast. She experienced a heady pleasure as he leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips. Jerome adjusted his hand to trap her nipple through her thin bra and blouse with his forefinger and thumb. He pinched and twisted. The assault on her senses overwhelmed Susan’s resistance for what seemed like an eternity as she orgasmed.
Her composure returned to her with the horror at what had just happened. It overtook the joy she felt just a moment earlier. She could feel his erection against her stomach. With all her force she pushed him away. She found the control her decades of teaching had given her. She managed to say with some authority, “Jerome. Stop right now. That was wrong. If you stop right now nothing more will be said. If you continue, I will report you for assault. That will bring a universe of problems down on you and shame on your family.”
It worked. Jerome backed up and hung is head for a moment before looking up under his long lashes into her eyes and stuttered, “Sorry. I’m sorry. I love you, Susan.”
Susan spoke harshly at first. “Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. It is totally inappropriate on more levels than I can count.” She softened, “I am sure you believe that to be true. I cannot deny something that is inside of you. But you’ll come to see it’s not possible. I will do this for you. If you still have any interest in me after one year at college or university look me up and we can talk. Then we’ll have a real conversation about what happened today and other things. Deal?”
“But that’s two years.” Jerome thought for a moment. “Deal.” He turned and walked away calling over his shoulder. “Going home.”
Susan shuddered as he left, once more pulling herself together. She spoke to herself, “Time for you to start the clear up inside, Miss sexy Smith.”
*******
Susan called Peter “Still Ok for the swimming lessons?”
“Sure. When and where? Please don’t tell me it’s at Theresa’s? Otherwise, I’m good to go for two weeks.”
“No, not at Theresa’s. I’ll come to your house at nine-thirty and pick you up. You live on a quiet street and it’s unlikely I’ll be seen. You’ll see where when arrive. Until tomorrow then.” Susan joked, “Oh. Don’t forget your trunks, for swimming. I’ll bring the towels.”
“See you tomorrow.” Peter couldn’t wait to see Miss Smith in a swimming costume.
The following day broke warm and sunny. Susan was ready by seven and had difficulty keeping calm over the next two and a half hours. Susan dressed in her one piece under a summer dress, putting her panties and bra in a beach bag along with two towels she had washed and dried overnight. She inspected herself and was content with the way the crotch of the costume looked. She was also excited and nervous.
Susan picked up Peter from the front of his house where he sat on a low stonewall awaiting Susan’s arrival. The drive conversation was mainly about Peter’s excitement about going to MIT. They also discussed how they would go about the swimming lesson. Although he was a good swimmer Peter had never taught swimming before but had researched it on the Internet and had developed a plan. “You do know I am going to be holding your hands in the water and placing my hands under you at first to give you some support, don’t you?”
“No problem. Whatever you have to do.” Susan was not so sure she should have said that. There was a risk Peter would take it as a license to grope her.
Susan put on her very wide brimmed sun hat and large sunglasses as she collected her bag from the trunk. She wanted to be as incognito as possible.
Through the mesh fence they could see three pools surrounded by grass with picnic tables and separate chairs scattered around, along with an extensive children’s playground. The pool club was a private enterprise. In the office, Susan showed their one-month subscription cards. Each card had one date box stamped.
When they settled there was already a fair crowd of mainly women with small children. They took a quieter spot away from the playground, lay the towels on the grass and stripped off. Each applied some bug spray and then headed for the water.
In a quieter corner of the pool that was chest deep Peter helped Susan down into the water. She held, her knuckles white with tension, on to the side ridge of the pool as Peter started his teaching. He first had her transfer her hands to his from the poolside, one hand at the time. He knew it was all about confidence initially. He had her dip her head under the water for a moment at first, and then longer and longer. Peter slowly moved Susan into deeper and deeper water. They then got out and took a short break as they had a juice.
Step by step Peter took Susan to a position whereby she could tread water when out of her depth. He then called the end of day one of swimming lessons. Susan was ready to continue. Peter did not want Susan to get overconfident on this first baby step. They returned home with Susan feeling quite jubilant. She gave Peter a spontaneous pack on the cheek as he was about to get out of the car.
“Oh, Miss Smith. I forgot to tell you I have a squash tournament the day after of tomorrow. I made the arrangements a month or so ago. Is that alright?”
“Of course, Peter. I may go over and try some stuff in the pool by myself. We’ll see how I do tomorrow. Oh. Call me Susan, please. Otherwise as the teacher I will have to call you Mr. Lui, unless you want that, Mr. Lui?”
“OK, Susan. Same time tomorrow.”
Later, when Susan thought back on the day, she appreciated how professional Peter had been with her. This would work. And she’d learn to swim. For the first time in months, she slept like a log that night.
Susan wore her two-piece the next day. Everything went according to plan. Peter had Susan floating on her back with her arms spread wide initially with a gentle hand in the small of her back supporting her. It took about thirty minutes of practice for Susan to learn keep herself from doubling her body, and to keep her bum up, at the same time staying reasonably relaxed. Then Peter had her float on her stomach looking down at the bottom of the pool, and then raising her head for air, using a push of the arms down. He had a hand at her solar plexus to start, but as she lost control a few times at the beginning her felt his hand on her breasts. As Susan put her feet down, she reassured Peter, “that’s OK. Don’t worry. I am getting it.”
After a break Peter demonstrated the dog paddle and then the breaststroke. With her improving confidence Susan was getting relaxed. Peter next had her diving to the bottom. She mastered being completely submerged. Then he showed her and encouraged her to do the breaststroke under water. Next, she was doing short spurts of breaststroke on the surface. The day slipped by quickly and it was time to go.
As she dropped Peter off Susan thanked him. “Thank you, Peter. You are a kind and patient teacher. Here’s the money for the first two days in case you need some funds for the tournament tomorrow.” She passed an envelope across before Peter left the car.
Susan felt exhausted the next day. She had a rare day when she did not awake until nine. She knew she had dreamed but could not remember the dream, which she considered an improvement. Although she had planned to go try swimming on her own, she could not raise the energy. She dozed off again in a mild euphoric state and when she finally woke, stayed in her pajamas all day, and read one of the books awaiting her attention.
Susan was early arriving at Peter’s house, and he was late coming out. He only grunted when he got in the car. Susan tried to make conversation. “How did the tournament go? Win anything?”
“It was team thing. Four of us against four from another club. More for bragging rights than anything else. I won all my games, but my teammates are not so good. Overall, we lost by three points.”
Susan kept quiet. The journey went by in silence.
The class did not go as well as the first two. Peter was distracted or tired or both as far as Susan could see. Despite the less effective teaching Susan managed a complete length using breaststroke by the end of the day and was introduced to sidestroke.
Near the end of another quiet journey home Peter asked, “Can I come over to your place a bit later. There is something I need to tell someone. I think you’d be the best person to hear what I have on my mind. I am sorry about today — no charge. I was in a mood. I still am, I guess.”
“Sure Peter. Come over in an hour and a half. I will get Pizza in. What do you like on yours?”
“Hawaiian.”
“OK. Hawaiian it is. Just to make your visit look plausible have a couple of large textbooks in your arms when you come over. Ok?”
“Sure. No problem. See you in ninety.” Susan knew he would be on time, but she was less certain about his intentions. She knew she’d have to dress conservatively so he would not get the wrong idea.
After they’d finished eating, Peter opened up.
“After the tournament yesterday the four of us went over to O’Hare’s for a drink. We had a booth. I was on my second beer…”
“Hold on. You’re only 18. How come you were drinking in a pub?”
“I have two bits of ID that say I’m twenty-two. Want to see them.”
“Go on.”
“As I was swigging my second beer, I thought I was seeing things. Allison, my cousin, came into the bar along with Theresa. They did not see me. They sat at a table. They were positioned side-on to me at the other end of the room. I had lean forward a bit to see them. I’ve never seen Allison dress so slutty. They talked for a few minutes as glasses of wine were brought to them. Then it became clear from the body language that Theresa was urging Allison to do something. Allison almost gulped down her wine and then rose and went to the bar and sat on a stool. She ordered what looked like a large whisky and swigged half of it down.”
Peter paused. Susan did not break the silence. His voice was clearly choked up as he continued. “It did not take long for one of the bar lizards to come and sit next to her and start talking. I could see Theresa staring at them intently. He bought Allison another drink. She finished her first quickly and started on the new drink. The man had his hand on her thigh. Rubbing it up and down, slowly getting higher up her leg. I could not stand it anymore and was intent on going up to Allison, but for some reason I will never understand, after I made it to the bar, I just stood behind Allison as if to order another drink. I heard Allison say, “That’ll be a hundred extra, if you want to go bare backed. Are you clean?” Peter paused again asking Susan, “Do you have a beer?”
Susan looked around the chalet. She found a well-stocked bar, fridge, wine cooler and a top-of-the-line coffee maker in a well-appointed kitchenette. There was a Do Not Disturb sign that could be hung on the outside door handle. The bathroom had a huge bath and multi-nozzle shower. A TV hung from the ceiling and was set high over the base of the bed. One of the two remotes on the bedside table operated it. It took Susan a while to figure out the purpose of the second remote. She discovered the heavy glass parapet wall at the edge of the mezzanine where the bedroom and bath were placed darkened to black as she pressed one button and lightened to clear with the other. When clear it was possible to look out to the lake. When dark, the glass provided privacy. ‘Neat’ she thought.
******
Susan settled into the cabin quickly. She took a stroll around the grounds to get a clear picture of the house, the lakeside frontage with its extensive dock and the property around the house and cabins.
The next two days rolled by with little contact to either Theresa or Victor until late the second day at the actual party.
Susan found the first ‘meet and greet’ dull. She met almost exclusively younger self-absorbed couples with whom she had little in common, some real snobs who turned their backs on her when they discovered she was only a schoolteacher, and a few, clearly out of their depth, much older neighbors. Susan found it worse than a teachers’ conference cocktail party.
The big party was better. Susan finally caught up with Victor. She soon had him talking about how his father had built the two fine looking wooden sailing dinghies moored at the dock. Susan slipped in how she would like to try doing some sailing. Victor bit immediately, remembering his promise to her. They set up a trip out onto the lake for the following day.
Susan’s implementation of the second part of ‘The Plan’ for the evening was a bit more complex. She drank enough to appear drunk disposing of half or more of the contents of her glass on the plantings or into the lake. She just hoped nobody saw her emptying her glass. Immediately after the party reached its climax with a fireworks display and while everyone was at the lakeside or packed on the dock, Susan faked a drunken stumble and fell off the end of the dock into deep water. She screamed loud enough to catch attention and with an admirable display of flailing her arms and splashing wildly she cried out “Help me. I cannot swim.” One of the younger crowd stripped off his tux jacket and dove in to save Susan. She fought him for a moment before relaxing and allowing herself to be pulled to shore by her young savior. She registered the water was colder than she had expected.
Her rescuer escorted back to her cabin and left immediately. Susan showered and with a wide smile on her face collapsed on her bed.
The following day after breakfast Susan sought out Victor about going out for a sail. They decided to go out for the afternoon after lunch when the wind usually picked up.
Susan dressed in her yellow bikini covered up with a loose blouse and shorts. Arriving early at the dock she noticed the absence of the second dinghy at the dock concluding one was already out on the water. Victor gave Susan a tight hug, which suggested an invitation to further intimacy later, when he arrived a few minutes late. He stashed a large picnic basket in a watertight locker.
Victor had to stop himself when he noticed Susan’s eyes glazing over as he described in detail the construction of the all-wood boat. “Oh. Let’s just get out there so I can show you how she sails.” She was handed a lifejacket which she put on over her blouse.
As soon as they were out a few hundred yards Victor invited Susan to sit by him as he shifted slightly to allow room for her to take the tiller. Susan felt Victors warm body close to hers. For the next hour-and-a-half he guided her, with a generous amount of touching and leaning in, on how to handle the boat with just one scary moment for Susan when they were going downwind and the boom jibbed quicky from one side to the other just grazing the top of her head.
Susan impressed Victor with how quickly she picked up what to do and how she handled it. He confided in her that it took Theresa a month to get the same degree of mastery that she had achieved in an hour and a half. He then took the tiller and purposely capsized the dinghy throwing them both in the water. Susan was given a crash course in righting the boat. Victor laughed, “You’ll soon dry off once we get to shore and strip down.”
Susan had quickly figured out the physics of the wind vectors and that gave her an insight of the motion and direction of the craft. She intuitively knew to look to the surface of the water to determine the direction and strength of the wind and was delighted to get a feel of how the boat responded. But more importantly, she was strongly motivated by the requirements of ‘The Plan’ to be able to sail, however crudely.
After the capsize and with Victor steering, she noticed they were heading along the shoreline away from the house. “Where’re we going?” Susan was more curious than nervous.
“You’ll see.”
About ten minutes into a reach parallel to the shoreline Victor turned towards the land. At that same moment Victor’s other, identical, dinghy emerged from a gap in the trees heading towards them. As they passed, Susan saw a somewhat disheveled and topless Theresa with the young man who saved Susan the previous evening at the tiller. Theresa shouted across, “Have fun kids. It’s nice and warm in there.” And they were gone heading for the dock. Victor skillfully navigated his way into a partially hidden bay with a beach. After pulling up the dagger board he grounded the boat at one end of the beach and tied it to a tree. He retrieved the picnic basket and grabbed a large blanket that had been kept dry in the locker. Susan brought her yellow lifejacket along with her as a cushion.
“This is where Theresa and I usually come together. Today is a bit of a switch. But what the hell.” He popped the cork on a bottle of champagne and the foaming contents erupted out on the sand before he managed to get a glass to fill. He offered a toast. They both quaffed the first glass. Susan took off her still damp blouse and her soaking shorts to reveal her yellow bikini. She hung the damp clothes in the sun over a nearby tree branch. She did a pirouette. Victor nodded, “Very nice. I like.” He mirrored Susan’s actions and stripped down to brief Speedos. Susan observed Victor was quite ripped and gave her comment, “Nice.”
After drinking some more and eating the sandwiches, they lay on the blanket. Susan had her head partially raised on the lifejacket acting as a cushion. Victor leaned over and kissed Susan on the lips. Susan’s internal conflict about engaging with this demi-monster forced her turn her head away for a moment before the thought of ‘The Plan’ brought her back to the task she had set for herself. She gave a false cough and turned back to Victor and returned his opening kiss.
The passion initially smoldered as the two lovers became more and more engaged. The miniscule items of clothing were soon liberated as hands swept and groped. Mouths explored. Erogenous zones stimulated. Susan gave herself over to the insistent soft caresses punctuated by hard pinches of her nipples and the relentless cunnilingus Victor applied without mercy to her now sopping cunt. Her orgasms felt like and reminded her of never ending, continuous breaking of waves on the seashore. Victor entered her and seemed to last forever filling her.
After almost two hours of fucking, with occasional breaks for more champagne and sweet foods, both Susan and Victor were sated. Susan became aware of her irritated and sore labia. She joined Victor in the water to wash off the uncomfortable sand that had found its way into all her soft crevasses. He turned to her, “Time to be going back. That was fun.”
Susan just nodded. Although she had gotten lost for a while in her passion her reality had returned. She was in purposeful mode again. “May I try to sail the boat out of the bay and back? Pretty please?”
Victor still had the broadest of satisfied grins on his face, “Sure. Why not. The wind has lightened up, but we should manage alright.”
Susan, with Victor’s guidance and coaching, managed to navigate her way out of the bay with two short tacks. They had an easy and pleasant time on the reach back to the dock. She noted in her mind how she almost certainly could do that on her own.
Susan made the next step as they sailed along. “That was a lot of fun. If the weather holds good, could we do this again tomorrow or the day after. Perhaps Theresa would join us?” She tried to sound as light as she could whilst choking on her words.
“Really. You’d want Tree along?” Victor’s eyebrows were raised as high as they would go.
Susan sucked it in when she replied, “Sure. Why not. I’ve never had a threesome. I’m game to try it once. Theresa’s a very attractive woman.”
Victor was trying to see the drawback, but with the control Victor still believed he had over Susan he could not think of any reason to not indulge himself. He thought Tree would go along just for the opportunity to further humiliate Susan. “Sound interesting. I think Tree will go along with it. She fancies you. I checked earlier; the weather is settled for the next three days so we could do it if we are both free.”
“Ask her. It will a fun way to close out my time with you folks.” Susan felt the hook bite. She believed she had them.
Susan received a note over breakfast to meet at the dock at three. That was later than the previous day and it was likely they wouldn’t leave the bay until it was almost dark. Also, she had noticed that most people were taking an afternoon nap around that time. She wanted to avoid being seen getting on the boat if possible.
Susan wore jean cut-off shorts and tee shirt over her blue bikini. She checked her back pocket several times for the hip flask she had filled earlier. The arrangements worked like a charm. Susan did not see anyone else around as she got in the boat. Susan joked to Theresa that she hoped they had brought the champagne. Theresa answered, “Yes my lovely. Two bottles.”
The only other boats on the lake were distant. Victor took the helm and Susan sat next Theresa who had her feet up. Susan pulled Theresa’s feet into her lap and started to massage. As they were running downwind and getting closer to the bay Susan started to move her hands up Theresa’s legs. Theresa had closed her eyes and was purring, “Yes. Yes. Higher.”
Susan stopped. Theresa opened her eyes and smiled in expectation.
Susan judged they were about fifteen minutes from the entrance to the Bay. She leant forward to reach into her back pocket and pulled out a silver hip flask and undid the screw top. She offered, “Time for a small libation, I think.” “Best malt whisky.” Still sitting forward and upright, Susan turned to Theresa as she brought the flask to her tightly closed lips and tipped her head back. At that moment of exhilaration when a ‘The Plan’ had finally come together, she failed to hear Victor call out, “Jibe.”
******
“She’s coming around.”
It was not a voice that Susan recognized. She opened her eyes. They took a full minute to focus. The voice continued.
“Can you hear me? I’m doctor Victoria Stone. Glad to see you back.”
Susan was puzzled. “Where am I?”
“Woman’s hospital. You had a severe knock on the head. I’m a neurosurgeon. Do you remember what happened?”
“Not a clue. What did happen?” Susan reflexively brought her hand up to her head and felt a bandage around it. “Did I get a bang on the head?”
“You were in a boat and did not duck when the heavy wood boom of the boat swung across to you. You had the equivalent of a baseball bat clock you. What’s your name?”
Susan reached up and more thoroughly felt bandages wrapping the upper part of her head. She also became conscious of all sorts of tubes and wires attached to her. “I’m Susan Smith. Why? Oh. I don’t recall any blow to the head.” Victor’s face came to mind, but Susan couldn’t remember his name. “How long have I been here?”
Dr. Stone’s voice was gentle, “A while. It’s a good sign you can remember your name. That’s a start. The rest will come back over time. You had a cracked skull and some internal hemorrhaging. We had to operate to relieve the pressure. We put you in an induced coma while you healed. There were some complications with an infection that has now been taken care of.”
“How long’s a while?”
“Thirty days. That’s enough for now. We’ll see how you’re coming along tomorrow.” Dr. Stone nodded to the nurse. A valve on one of the intravenous tubes was opened and Susan was asleep in moments.
Susan became immediately aware of her surroundings the next time she awoke. A cheerful nurse greeted her with, “Ah. Here you are.” Susan had a flash of irrational anger at the lack of logic in the nurse’s statement. Of course, I’m here. “Time for a bed bath.” The nurse stripped Susan and sponged washed her all over, rolling her back and forth, before drying and pulling a blue hospital gown over her, disconnecting, and reconnecting the various tubes and wires.
“Dr. Stone will visit in an hour or so. You can put the TV on if you like.” She handed a remote to Susan. She didn’t ‘like’, preferring to cast her mind back as best she could. Victor’s name came to mind. She had the jolt of a recollection of a heavy make-out session with Victor on a beach. There was no context to her clear memory, but the recollection pleased Susan no end. Her body shuddered as a wave of pleasure passed over her. She thought that at least some good parts of her body were working OK. Then she had a wave of panic as she thought about getting back to school. Before she had a chance to demand her phone to make a call to the school, Dr. Stone breezed in.
“We’ll do a scan later today. If that shows no new problems, you can get up tomorrow. We’ll get you moving. A week or so of physio and walking around with no remission of your symptoms and you get to go home. Any questions?”
“My teaching. Can I get my phone to call the principal?” Dr. Stone nodded to the nurse.
“OK. We’ll also run some memory tests to see how you are coming along on that front. I’ll check in on you when I do my ward rounds in a couple of days.” Dr. Stone left.
Susan checked in with the school, was soon walking around, did some physio including in a pool and was surprised to find she could swim. Her memory had some definite holes over the past year, but she felt blessed that she retained total recall related to her teaching. Susan was distracted by her itching scalp as the hair grew in. One of Susan’s colleagues agreed to go into her house to check it out and throw out dead plants. Dr. Strone discharged her with the admonition to seek help if she had severe headaches and although Susan knew she had holes in her memory she was assured that even her blank spots would fill in over time. Her progress followed a normal trajectory.
Susan returned home and within three weeks was back teaching at school wearing an artful wig over the stubble crowning her previously shaved skull. She learned quite casually and incidentally that one of her former students, Theresa Towne, now Adams, had died the following day after her boating accident when Theresa jumped from her second story window to escape a house fire whilst clutching her infant. The infant escaped unharmed, but Theresa struck her head on one of the rocks that edged the flower bed. She died instantly. The information seemed to ring a bell, but Susan couldn’t quite place its relevance to her.
The first weekend after resuming her teaching duties, the local news reported a terrible accident in which a family of four drowned after a boating accident. This report inexplicably triggered Susan to have a serious headache followed a full-blown revelation of all that had happened to her over the course of the year. The known unknowns, the greyed-out parts of her memory which Susan had agonized to recover from her mind were on full display overwhelming her. She did not recognize herself. Susan collapsed in tears of anguish and relief. This was one headache she would never report or forget.
Susan now understood why she made out with Victor and why she had previously failed to recall Theresa and her baby Susan. Moreover, ‘The Plan’ she had formulated came to mind. She shook as she had no knowledge if her hip flask had been recovered. She shuddered at the desperation that drove her as she worked through her trauma. A mixed sense of deep shame and anguish coupled with relief and freedom washed over Susan. The realization that only the blow to the head had prevented her from following through with ‘The Plan’ which violated all her moral and religious values.
******
Nine-thirty of the following Saturday morning saw a dark sedan pulled into the driveway. A large man of African heritage in a suit pulled himself out of the passenger door and approached the front door followed by a smaller woman in a well-tailored pant suit who drove the sedan. They rang the bell.
Susan took three deep breaths and opened the door. They both looked her up and down momentarily before the woman asked in a pleasant voice, “Susan Smith?” She smiled knowing full well who she was speaking to.
Susan nodded
The woman spoke, “My colleague is detective Johnston. I’m detective DeVilliers.” They both held up their badges.
Susan was now ready for them. “May I see?” She inspected the small wallets with badges. After studying each closely, she added, “I saw something about scams being perpetrated by bogus cops. Hope you don’t mind? Just being careful. They look genuine enough, not that I really know what I am looking at.” Susan gave a weak smile.
“That’s excellent ma’am. I wish more people were careful as you are. May we come in for a few minutes? We have a few questions to ask about Mr. and Mrs. Adams. I believe you knew them?”
“Yes. Come in. The place is a bit of a mess. I do my housework on Saturday but got a late start today. Please excuse my dress.” Susan pulled her robe closer around her. She wore her pajamas. Her short scruffy hair was hidden under a towel turban.
“We’ll not take much of your time.” They settled in the living room.
Detective Johnston spoke, “I’ll get straight at it. I believe you were at the Solstice Party up at the Adams place at the lake. Is that true?”
Susan nodded, “Yes. What’s this about?” She held her breath and had to consciously relax and breath normally.
“I’ll get to that in a moment. How would you characterize Mr. and Mrs. Adam’s relationship?” Johnston looked at Susan carefully.
“Oh. Goodness me. That’s a difficult one. I hardly knew them. Theresa was a student of mine. I bumped into her earlier in the year and visited their house twice to see their little girl who has the same name as me, Susan. They invited me to the solstice party, which was nice. Victor offered to teach me the rudiments of sailing. We went out one day and the next day we went out sailing again with Theresa when I was thumped on the head by the boom. You know about that?”
“Yes, we’d heard. You Ok now?” The detective stayed on message. “How did they seem together?”
“They seemed just normal. I didn’t hear any arguments if that is what you mean. Not at the house on my second visit, when Victor was around, or at the lake. That’s it — just a normal couple. Why are you asking?”
“The fire marshal’s report on the fire that led to Theresa’s death was inconclusive, and we have found some things that suggest Theresa may have developed some enemies, so we are doing a due diligence.”
Susan thought you’re right on that point. Smiling, Susan lied, “Enemies. That doesn’t sound like Theresa. She was a very good student and seems, I mean seemed, like a good mother.” Susan softened her stance, “I’m sure you have your reasons though.”
“The sailing lesson. How did that go?”
Susan was now on high alert. Did they know, somehow? She made a rapid decision. “I have to say mixed. That is, In the light of what has happened. Victor thinks I’m natural sailor. That may have just been flattery since I then fell for his seduction on a beach in a nearby bay. In my defense, I was on a high from fun of the sailing, consumed half a bottle of champagne and saw Theresa with not top and disheveled hair sail out from the same bay with a smart young man at the helm of their dinghy. I may have jumped the conclusion that they have an open marriage lifestyle. I’m not proud of falling for Victor’s charms, but it happened as a one-off. I have no plans to see him again. That answer your question?”
“More than I expected. An open marriage. Interesting.”
“I don’t really know that. In the moment, I just guessed. Woman’s intuition?” Susan looked at DeVilliers for support, but none was forthcoming. The room was silent for a good minute. Susan frowned, “I know this will sound stupid, but isn’t the probability that the fire was a natural cause?”
“Yes. That’s a strong possibility. But why would you raise that idea?”
Susan pitched straight in, “On my first visit to Adam’s house in January a blizzard blew up when I was visiting Theresa. The house went quite chilly. Theresa turned the heat up but incidentally also told me that Victor was responsible for both the design and construction of the house. Out of curiosity, when she was in the kitchen, I felt an outside wall, which was quite cold, and found a fair amount of cold air blowing in through a socket outlet.”
The female detective, DeVilliers, interrupted with a bored, “Where’s this going?”
“Stick with me. You must know I teach physics. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an architect or engineer. Let’s say I like the practical side of physics. On my next visit to the house Victor showed me around. The property uses a geo-thermal system for heating and cooling. The control room for this system is an engineering mess. Victor’s proud explanation went on about how he had found all these gauges, valves, and dials from all over. Nothing matched. He went on to say that he had built the house at twenty percent under budget. A huge amount below by any standard. He also admitted that the building inspector had been very helpful. In other words, he built the house on the cheap.”
“So?”
Susan sighed, “If such important aspects of the building such as the heating and the exterior insulation were skimped over may not the electrics also been short changed? Poor electrical connections cause fires. Just a hypothesis on my part for your consideration.” Susan nodded as knowingly as she could at them.
Johnston, the lead detective rose, “I think we have enough for now. Thank you for your assistance. We’ll call ahead if we need any more.” They left. As they walked away, Susan heard DeVilliers say, “Hear that diversion at the end? That’s a load of bullshit.”
Susan watched the two detectives have a heated discussion sitting in the car before they drove off. Despite the perceptive doubts DeVilliers had about Susan, no further contact was made. Susan anxiously awaited a follow up visit initially but that slowly faded over the months.
The following week Peter called from Boston to enquire how Susan was doing with apologies he hadn’t contacted her earlier. He had heard from his cousin Allison who was in Hong Kong. She was doing fine after some psychiatric help. He also discovered from Allison that little Susan had been placed with her aunt, Victor’s sister, somewhere in Washington state whilst Victor retreated into a two-year contract in the Philippines developing and opening a new mine. The conversation was simply chatty with no reference to earlier events.
Life developed into a regular routine for Susan much like the previous three decades but with a sexual overtone driven by her residual improved libido. She dressed slightly more provocatively at school and enjoyed the discomfort she brought on some of her, particularly male, students. Over the second semester Susan groomed one of the brighter yet shy eighteen-year-old students, Jason. He blossomed under her attention and was only too willing to attend to her needs after he had graduated during the following summer holiday. Jason responded well to the encouragement and post-curricular education he had received. When visiting Miss Smith, Jason did more than cut the grass. Susan gradually rebounded from the trauma she experienced and led a fuller life with closer involvement with her students.
Apart from her closer attention to her students, Susan made one other significant change to her routine. She folded into her somewhat programmed , initially, some official swimming lessons, and then kept in good shape regular swims in the local pool. A new life pattern emerged.
The following academic year, Miss Smith found another malleable student who responded well to her attention for his development. He greatly contributed to her private pleasure after he had graduated.
Early one Saturday morning two years after she her horrible yet awakening year, Susan answered a knock on the front door. It took a moment to recognize the tall well-built young man. She smiled, “Come in Jerome. You remembered.” The thought of past students dropping in her pleased her more than she had expected. Maybe she’d also see Peter again. And Jason.
Author’s Note
If you have not already figured out the final act of ‘The Plan’ Susan developed before it was derailed by her knock on the head write to me at [email protected] . I’ll let you in on it.
You should also know that Detective DeVilliers kept an open file on Theresa Adam’s death in the top drawer of her desk. After some further inconclusive enquiries with the local building department and continuing to seriously disagree with her boss, Det. DeVilliers was directed to close the Adam’s file due to the many more other important priorities they had to address. She just could not let it go.
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