After the passionate night at Lucy's flat, neither of them could deny their lust for each other. But also they a lived a hundred miles apart, and being together was hardly practical. Karl kept in touch with Lucy, unafraid to make the odd reference to their coupling, but also anxious to find out if she had a new lover. Lucy, by turn, wanted to know if Karl had made any progress in his love life. Sarah had been a near miss for Karl, he had been head over heels in lust, but it was something that was not requited.
Over a phone call, Lucy chose her moment carefully, and asked: "So did you see Sarah again?
"Yes, I did. It didn't turn out quite how I expected."
"Oh?"
"Well, I bumped into her a couple of weeks ago, and she said that we should meet up for a coffee."
Lucy could almost visualise her brother shrugging at the other end of the phone.
"And you did?"
"Yes, I was very keen to."
"And?"
"Well she then started to tell me how happy she now was with Mike."
"Ah."
"And how he had this big motorbike, and was into rugby."
"All the things you're not, in other words!"
"Well, quite! I felt she was rubbing it in though. Why did I have to listen to all the details about Mike in this cafe?"
"Well could have been worse, you could have told her all about us."
"Luce! Karl paused. "Anyway, at the end of all this drivel about Mike, and how wonderful he is, she mentioned Alison."
"Alison?"
"Her sister."
"Ok, what about her?"
"Well, Alison is coming up to the end of year exams, she asked if I still did a bit of coaching."
"Oh, well, it's a bit of extra money. Is she nice looking?
Karl considered his sister's bait and took it.
"Yes, but she is a fair bit younger - and still at school of course. And besides, whilst I may have taken advantage on occasion, I'm not that bad!"
"You tell me."
"So have you started your lessons?"
"Yes, I go over there once a week on a Wednesday evening."
"Is she a good student?
"Not bad, seems to listen. She does eye me up a bit."
"Well keep keep her keen, that's what I say!"
"Any tips?"
"A nice bit of after shave and clean clothes."
"Lucy! I meant keeping her keen!"
"So did I." she sniggered at her own joke. "Sorry, no, it's great you have a bit of extra income. You can find time around your own work?"
"Yes, sure."
"Oh well, if she doesn't turn out well, send her to me!" laughed Lucy.
"And what will you teach her, may I ask?"
"Everything you know that's important." They laughed, both knowing there was all sorts that could be read into the last statement, and said their goodbyes.
Karl thought little of it, and had tried not to see Alison in a sexual way. But she was sexy in her own way. He didn't usually go for blondes, but he had to admit to himself that she definitely exuded a certain something.
Alison was a little shorter than Karl, she had long blonde hair, often tied in a plait. She was a little broader than her sister Sarah, but exuded a certain confidence in how she moved and spoke. She had without doubt caught Karl's attention. As if aware if it, at subsequent lessons he noticed subtle changes in her demeanour, she had made more eye contact (and more eye shadow), and wore a tighter fitting top, and her skirt definitely seem to hug her legs more.
Consequently, he would quite like it if Alison had made it plain she was interested, and comforted himself with the thought that she might. She was the outgoing type, knew what she wanted, from what he knew of her. So perhaps if he checked her out a little more, he could find out if Sarah's little sister had indeed the hots for him, or was just giving him flirtatious looks. If things developed, that would be quite a nice justice, he thought.
In fact, had he checked his phone for a text the next afternoon, he might have continued to think that way. It was late afternoon on a Wednesday, and Karl sauntered down the street where Sarah and Alison lived. It was a well off neighbourhood. He approached the drive to the large house which was set back in a large garden. He passed a large motorcycle on the drive, and half wondered if it had anything to do with the famous Mike.
He went up to the door and rang, but here was no answer. Then he checked his phone to see a message reading "Can't make it tonight, something cropped up." It had only been sent an hour ago.
"So much for giving notice," he muttered.
He had a collection of books that he was going to drop off, and wondered what his next move should be. It was beginning to rain, so perhaps he could leave the books inside the porch. He tried the door which he found to be unlocked. He opened it cautiously, and placed the bag inside, and as he did so, he heard a crash and some muffled shouts. It sounded a little odd. A break in? Perhaps he should just check before ringing the police? He crept in to see where the noise had come from; across the hall he could here sound of furniture scraping the floor. Maybe he should leave, but something urged him to check. He crept up to the nearest door and peeped through to the kitchen. Peering through a crack in the door, he could see the source of the noise.
There, on the kitchen table he could see Mike, and underneath was ... Alison. She was in school uniform still, and her navy skirt was pulled up, whilst Mike was bare from the waist below, panting over her. Shocked, Karl drew back away from the door and silently headed back to the outside. A thought struck him, and he pulled out his phone and quietly walked round the house to the kitchen window. There he could see Mike over Alison, her legs wrapped round him as they fucked on the table. He got closer to the window and sank below, holding the phone up to take photos: one, two, three.
He had very mixed emotions about the whole thing, and when Lucy rang later, he found he was retelling the experience over the phone to Lucy.
"So did you send the photos to Sarah?"
"No, I didn't see the point. Let her find out."
"And Alison?"
"What about her?"
"Didn't you have a thing about her?"
"Well... He paused. "I thought I did. Then... you know, it was seeing her under Mike, and I just felt cold, I just didn't care."
"Fair enough. So are you continuing with the lessons?" Trust Lucy to be suddenly practical.
