Nancy stared dreamily at the young man sitting at her kitchen table. He really was a lovely specimen. He looked so cute as he concentrated on the math problems, and she took the opportunity to admire his body. She loved the fact that he was comfortable enough as her neighbour not to worry about what he wore. He'd come over in a pair of loose-fitting running shorts and a singlet that left his well-shaped arms bare for her viewing pleasure. Add his tousled blonde hair, blue eyes and rigid jaw line to the look and he was perfection indeed.
"I think I've got it," Brad said, interrupting her musings and dragging her eyes back from the beautiful curve of his bicep.
"Let me have a look," Nancy replied.
Brad slid the book across the table so that his tutor could check his work. Nancy could feel his eyes on her as she reviewed the math. She kept herself in shape doing yoga and running and had caught him surveying her ass in her yoga pants a few times when they'd crossed paths in the street. It was flattering and after all, what was the point of wearing them if men didn't look? She may have been as old as his mother, but she was pleased that she could still turn his head.
Nancy had heard some of the school-boy whispers about town about her. Men her own age and even some of the school-aged boys had been known to discuss what she might be like in bed; comments about her fiery red-hair and whether that meant she would be wild or not. If nothing else it meant that there were plenty of requests for her to tutor young students around town. It supplemented her teaching income nicely when she could fit it in to her schedule.
Nancy knew that Brad preferred to sit so that she had her back to the window. She was aware that it created a nice silhouette, showing the shape of her bra-clad breasts through her light button down shirt. She had noted that the last time they'd sat that way he'd become aroused as a result, but she was tutoring him and decided that she shouldn't distract him like that.
She knew he needed to pay attention. If he couldn't lift his math grade he might not get the football scholarship he was counting on for college. Hopefully removing the distraction would allow him to concentrate enough to do so.
"Almost perfect," Nancy told him. She moved closer, sliding the book between them so that she could point out where he had gone wrong. She was conscious of the proximity of their bodies, and imagined she could almost feel the warmth radiating from him.
Brad glanced across as she spoke. His eyes flicked down. She was suddenly conscious of her button down shirt's v-neck and as she leaned forward over the table, felt it fall away from her chest. It gave him a glimpse down her top. She knew was only wearing a plain white bra, but apparently just getting to see down her top was enough to distract him.
"Do you see what you should have done here?" she asked, blushing a little as she tried to redirect his attention.
"I do. Damn, I really thought that I had that one. Let me have a go at another. I reckon that I can get it this time."
Nancy glanced at the kitchen clock. Time was up, but given he was actually asking for more she decided she didn't mind. She outlined the next problem, and sat back. As she watched him again, her mind drifted places it shouldn't have. Her nipples tightened in response and she blushed again. She was glad that Brad was absorbed enough in the problem not to glance her way.
She admonished herself silently. She should be professional. She was a teacher for goodness sake. He wasn't the first hot student she'd had. She argued with herself as she told herself he was the first one she'd had in her kitchen. He was an adult. He wasn't her student; he went to a different school. This was just a favour for her neighbour, Jan and besides, she was just looking. It was his fault too! The last time she'd helped him he'd stood up at the end of the session with a rather noticeable boner in his pants. He'd tried to cover himself, but it was right at eye-level. She hadn't meant to look; but it couldn't be unseen.
It wasn't like she hadn't noticed him looking either. She'd just been trying to ignore it. She'd been on 'hot-teacher' lists before and she knew the sorts of things teen aged boys like to fantasise about doing to their teachers. It came with the territory. She should be able to handle it.
"How's that?" Brad asked. She was pleased that he was almost confident in asking. Normally he asked with trepidation like he had no idea if he was going to be right or wrong.
She took her time going over it and finally announced happily that he'd nailed it. He broke out in a massive grin.
'God he's sexy when he smiles,' she thought.
"Awesome!" Brad said. "So, wow, I actually got it. Like I understand and know what I did even. I didn't fluke it!"
Nancy grinned at his enthusiasm.
"So like when can I see you next? Um you know for math help?"
Nancy smiled. "I can help you Sunday afternoon if you'd like?"
"Sure that would be awesome."
Nancy laughed at his frequent use of the word awesome. There didn't seem to be much in Brad's life that wasn't awesome (well, maybe his math grade).
"See you Sunday Mrs. Wirth."
"See you then Brad." She watched him go. 'Now that is a grade A butt,' she thought as she admired him walking away down the path. With a sigh, she cleaned up the kitchen and started to prepare her dinner, lamenting the fact that she was, again, cooking for one. She refused to dwell on the husband that had abandoned her, choosing instead to think about how she might help Brad. He really seemed to be turning a corner.
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Brad knocked on the door, keen to see what Mrs. Wirth would be wearing. It was a stinking hot day and he hoped it meant she wasn't wearing too much. When the door was pulled wide, he was pleased to see her in a light summery skirt and blouse. It was so light it was almost see-through and he could make out the outline of her bra beneath.
"Hi Mrs. Wirth," he grinned, trying hard not to get caught looking where he shouldn't.
"Hello Brad, come on in. I'm afraid the air-conditioning isn't working so it might be a little uncomfortable. If it is we can always go to your place so that you can concentrate."
"Nah that's fine, my sister has a couple of friends over. It's chaos over there."
"Well, ok then. I'm sure an hour together won't kill us."
"I've suffered worse, that's for sure," Brad laughed.
"Would you like some water?"
"Sure, that would be great. Thanks." Brad looked at the two seats where they normally sat. He wondered which one he should take. As Mrs. Wirth filled a jug and fetched glasses, he decided to take the one that would put her between him and the window again.
He saw her hesitate as she turned to sit. Apparently he'd sat where she'd intended. They quickly set about going through the math. Half an hour in Brad found his attention wandering. He was starting to spend more time looking at Mrs. Wirth and less time at the books. Productivity was way down.
"Is it too hot Brad? You seem distracted."
Brad blushed.
'Shit I've been busted.' Brad thought. In the last 10 minutes, the sun had moved enough that he was being presented with a lovely silhouette. It was very distracting. He couldn't help himself and kept peeking as if to inscribe the image on his retinae. "No, its ok, it's hot, but well, I'll focus."
He watched as Nancy stood up to fetch more water. The back of her blouse was stuck to her skin with perspiration and she shook it to get some airflow. He saw her fiddle with her top and his imagination flared before she turned and came back to the table. He tried not to look, not wanting to get busted again, but her chest was like a magnet for his eyes. He couldn't help himself. Try as he might he couldn't completely focus on the math. His mind kept spinning off into a fantasy where she, the lonely divorcee wanted him, the hunk next door to fill a gap in her life.
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Nancy was having a moral dilemma of her own as she watched Brad watching her.
