Paying for Lessons

"Ms Richards?" It wasn't the voice of one of her third-graders, and it was followed by a knock on her gate. "Ms Richards?" Lori took an earbud out and opened the gate enough to recognize the neighbor's boy.

"It's Tyler isn't it?" A golden lock strayed from under the bandana over her hair, and she tucked it behind her ear.

Words tumbled from his mouth. "Yeah, Tyler. I saw you cleaning up. Can I help?" He had a rake. He practically danced on the flagstone, so nervous he didn't know what to do with himself.

Lori glanced at the house next door. He'd probably been watching her from the second-story windows overlooking her yard. Creepy maybe, but she'd lived there for three years, and he'd always been harmless. She didn't need his company, but a little help would get the job done faster.

"Don't you have something else to do?" She took off her other earbud and pocketed them both before she pulled him in and closed the gate behind him.

"No. Well, yes. No." He was so confused he made her laugh. "I thought I could help."

"Just getting started." Lori pointed around the yard. "The wind piled leaves in the rose bed, and the annuals are all frosted. Those beds need to be cleared out." He barely took his eyes off her while she talked. "And maybe I'll cut the grass for the last time."

The afternoon warmed, and Tyler got over his nerves. He laid his jacket on the wall, and he talked as they worked. He puffed his chest out and strutted, and his topics rambled to anything that came to mind. His mom was working day shifts at the hospital. College was easier than he thought it would be. He had a new girlfriend. Her name was Amber. The football team looked good this year.

The annual beds were clean when Lori took a break. "Iced tea? Sweet or not sweet?"

"Sweet." He followed her to the patio, and she watched his reflections in the glass door. His eyes never strayed from her butt. She pulled her sweater off and left it on her breakfast bar then carried two glasses of sweet tea back to the patio table. "Thanks," he said. His eyes flicked from her face and down her throat.

Birds squabbled in the dogwood tree, and Lori and Tyler talked until ice clinked in their empty glasses. "There isn't a lot left to do," Lori said. She pushed her glass aside and asked, "How old are you? How old's your girlfriend?"

"Nineteen," He said. "Amber turns nineteen in December."

That added up for Lori. The sun was starting to fall behind Tyler's house and shadows stretched across her yard. "Let's cut the grass and clean up, then we're done."

Bare trees cast long shadows across the street when Tyler left the last trash bag on the row of bags he lined up on the curb. He turned around and stumbled through Lori's front-yard Halloween display. It was two scarecrows holding hands. There were dry cornstalks and pumpkins arranged around them.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Tyler said and fumbled around to put the scarecrows and cornstalks in place. His eyes settled in Lori's cleavage when he was done, and he puffed his chest out again.

"Come inside," Lori said. "There's something I need to know."

They faced each other across the corner of her dining table. She was about to make Tyler uncomfortable. "You watched me from your house earlier, yes?"

"I see your yard from my bedroom."

"You've been watching me from your bedroom window?"

Tyler straightened his back. "I'm not a creep."

Lori let him squirm in the chair. "You've been strutting around my yard like a peacock, but you say you have a girlfriend. Tell me what's going on."

Tyler shrank into his chair. He kept his eyes down and mumbled something. He made an excuse, and then he said, "I need help."

"With what? With sex?" It seemed inevitable to Lori.

Tyler pulled his eyes up from the table. His face turned red, and he nodded his answer.

"Explain that to me."

He tried to put it off for a moment then said, "I took Amber out for coffee last night, and we went to my car and made out. The way she smelled, the way she tasted… I was turned on. I felt her tits, I got my hand in her pants, and she got really hot."

Tyler stopped and mumbled, "And I came in my shorts."

Lori couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. "And what did Amber do?"

"She was as confused as I was. Neither of us knew what we were doing."

"You can watch all the porn you want," Lori said. "You can jack off, but nothing gets you ready for the way it feels when you're with someone else."

She sat back in her chair and asked, "What does that have to do with me?"

Tyler started getting his courage back. "I had this idea when I saw you from my room. You're a teacher. You could teach me."

Lori barely stifled her laugh, and Tyler shrunk into his chair again. There was little hint of hope left in his voice when he added, "And you're hot."

"I teach for a living. They pay me. What am I supposed to get from teaching you?"

"Fun?" Tyler asked. "Isn't it supposed to be fun?"

Lori set her jaw. "You need experience to make sex fun for your partner. Until then, it's just biology."

Tyler's expression and his body language said he was frustrated. He was vulnerable. "I'm a fast learner."

Lori softened her tone only a little. "Most of us learn about sex by doing it with someone a little older than we are, but not twenty years older. That gets teachers in trouble." She glanced out the window at a waxing half-moon hanging over the trees, and she gave Tyler a chance to make his case. "You can stay for dinner, and that'll be my thanks for helping in the yard."

Tyler sent a message to his mom and her answer made him sit up in the chair. "She's tired. She didn't want to fix dinner anyway. Can I help?"

They worked side-by-side in Lori's kitchen then she sat across from Tyler and watched him wolf down the pasta she made and the salad he made. He was done long before she was. He sat back with his empty plate in front of him and barely pulled his eyes out of her shirt.

Lori set her fork down and Tyler asked, "Why couldn't it be fun?" He wasn't giving up. He took their plates and flatware to the sink, rinsed them, and stacked them by the washer.

Lori didn't answer 'til he got back. "It might be fun for someone. I could make it fun for you, or it could be fun for me, but it probably wouldn't be fun for both of us."

"It could be fun for you." Tyler said. "I just need to learn."

Lori gave him a chance. "Take your shirt off."

"What?" Tyler wasn't confused for long. He whipped his shirt over his head and stood with his hands by his side. The skin under his shirt was pale pink, and there was no more to look at than Lori expected. It was nearly comical, the way he puffed his chest up and asked, "Does this mean you'll do it?"

"I'll do what I see fit." Lori stood in front of Tyler and touched his chest. Her eyes were level with his chin. She looked up and said, "You won't tell anyone what we do—not your mother, not Amber, no-one." She ran her hand from his chest to his belt and stepped back. "And it probably won't be what you expect."

"Open you pants," she said.

"What?" Tyler wasn't as willing this time.

Lori motioned to the growing bulge in his jeans. "We can stop right now if that's what you want."

Tyler didn't know what Lori might do next, but he didn't want to stop. He opened his jeans and his eyes searched Lori's face for approval.

She stepped close and lifted his hardening cock. "You'll call me ma'am, or you'll call me Ms Richards, just like all my students."

"Yes, Ms Richards."

Tyler flinched, and Lori looked around the dining room. "Too many windows here."

He held his pants up and waddled behind Lori while she led him through the kitchen to the hallway bathroom. She found a tube of lube in the cabinet and sat down on the toilet seat. "Keep your hands off me, and stand still," Lori said.

Yes, ma'am," Tyler said.

Lori squeezed lube onto her hands. She cupped one under his balls and wrapped his cock with the other. "I don't want your stuff in my hair or on my face. You're going to warn me before you come."

"I promise," Tyler said.

Lori wasn't a believer. If Tyler could keep that promise, then they probably wouldn't be there. She looked down and worked slowly. His cock was darker than the rest of his body. Branching veins bulged along its length. His soft skin slipped smoothly over the hard flesh underneath.

"You have a nice cock," Lori said. His skin glistened under a coat of lube. "You can't deal with the way this feels, can you?" It wasn't really a question.

A moan escaped his lips. A clear drop gathered at the tip of his cock and rolled off. Lori used her fingertip to touch off what was left and circled the sensitive spot where the edge of his cap curved up to its tip.

"You're good at that!" Tyler's body moved with Lori's slow stroke. She could straighten his back with one touch, and make his weight sag with another touch. She took her eyes off Tyler's hard-on to watch the expression on his face. Her hand slid slowly down his shaft while her other hand lifted his balls.

"Ah, fuck!" Tyler said. He closed his eyes. He clenched his teeth. Lori listened to his moans and pumped his shaft from its head to his balls. Her strokes got shorter, harder, faster.

Tyler groaned, his knees gave out, and he sank to the floor in front of the toilet.

Lori let go of his cock. "Do it yourself." She slid back on the toilet seat, and Tyler fixed his eyes on Lori like a desperate animal. He wrapped both hands around his cock, and she opened her shirt. She leaned forward to show him her deep cleavage, and Tyler's eyes grew wide.

He'd barely started his stroke before he came. Lori squealed when the first spurt rocketed past her shoulder, and she laughed while the rest hit the wall and dribbled toward the floor or flowed over his hands.

He groaned and fell over against the wall, and she smiled behind her hand until he opened his eyes. She stepped away to wash her hands and told him, "Think about how you lost control, and don't come out until you've cleaned up the mess you made."

Tyler was buckling his belt when he went back to the kitchen and found Lori. He found his shirt where he dropped it on the table and asked, "Did you get anything from that?"

"A new toy," Lori said, but Tyler didn't seem to understand. She pointed to a little collection of condoms on the counter. "Take those home."

"You're giving me homework?" He turned one over to read the instructions.

"Figure out how to put them on and use them. Do it right, and they'll keep your girlfriend healthy and happy and both of you childless." She pointed to a window that looked out on the driveway next door. "I saw your mom pull in. Your jacket's still out on the wall."

Tyler stuffed the condoms into his pocket, and Lori took her phone from her back pocket. "Give me your phone number."

Tyler recited his phone number and asked, "Do I get yours?"

"If I get hold of you, then you'll have it," Lori nudged him toward the door and followed him into the night. He found his rake in the shadows by the gate, and she stopped him before he left. "If I invite you in again, you'll leave your clothes by the door."

"Yes, Ms Richards," Tyler said.

Lori closed the door and closed the curtains over the windows. She had CEUs to complete, but she couldn't get her head around new classroom management methods. She kept a book on her lap, but there was too much on her mind to let her read.

The light she left on in her bathroom cast shadows across her bed. She laid on her back and watched her reflection in the mirror on the ceiling. Tyler's desperation and his vulnerability triggered a feeling she'd never brought to bed. The woman looking back at her from the mirror was in control.

The idea aroused her. Lori touched herself, and warmth flowed over her skin. She threw the covers aside and sniffed her fingers before she touched herself again.

Confused ideas and images filled her thoughts. She closed her eyes, and those thoughts rode the waves that sprung from between her legs. Tyler was her sex toy. She could make him do anything. The possibilities swirled in her head. She clenched her teeth and writhed on the mattress. Her climax blanked her mind. It set her free.

Lori caught her breath and rolled away from the light. She could turn it off later. When it came to sex, she'd always been the prey. She liked it that way, but if she was going to teach Tyler then she'd be in charge. The thought pushed buttons she knew she had but she hardly ever used.

* * * *

Lori watched through the patio door as snowflakes fell in the light from the fixture over her dining table. "It's piling up a little." She'd planned a get-together. The weather didn't cooperate, but swing jazz still played from her speakers. Some of her guests canceled, and some made a short evening of it. Kim was the last one left. Kim was the friend that Lori could always count on.

"I'll help clean up," Kim said. "Then I'll go."

Lori found her phone and held it on her lap. "You go. I'll give the kid next door a chance to help. If he's home, he'd probably rather be here."

Kim raised her eyebrows. "You're getting in deeper?"

Lori laughed. "Head first. I'm a teacher. I like to teach." Lori sent a short text to the number that Tyler gave her. "This is Ms Richards. Are you home?"

His answer came back before she put her phone down. "Yes, ma'am."

"My friends left early. Would you help me clean up?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Kim and Lori adjusted their gym schedule to fix problems caused by Halloween, and Kim put her coat on while Lori found a snow brush in the coat nook. She opened the door before Tyler rang the doorbell, handed him the brush and said, "Clean off my friend's car before you come in."

Lori closed the door, and Kim watched Tyler working on her car. "I hope whatever you get from this makes it worthwhile."

"If he learns what I teach him…" Lori waited until Tyler finished. She opened the door so Kim could leave and stepped back to let Tyler in.

"Leave your clothes here," she said and closed the curtains. He was still dressed when Lori turned around. "Did you forget, or did you hope I forgot?"

Tyler was staring. He shook it off and said. "I remember, but you look great."

Her hair was down in waves that fell to her shoulders and framed her red lips. Her heels made her eyes nearly level with his, and she wore a long, form-fitting sweater dress.

"Dressed for the party." Lori let him look for a moment, then motioned to his clothes. "Get naked."

Tyler hung his jacket and his shirt on a hook. He kicked his shoes into the corner, and a flag pole fell across the back of the nook. He squatted to pick it up, and a shower of Lori's scarves fell from the shelf.

Lori found her wine glass and watched without a word while Tyler put everything back in place. He pushed his jeans and his boxers down, stepped out of them, and asked, "Why do I have to be naked?"

"That's how I want you. Come with me."

Lori left her glass on the breakfast bar and Tyler asked, "Is this the music you usually listen too?" while he hurried to follow to her bedroom.

"Oh God, no! That's what my grandparents listened to when they were your age. It's good party music." Lori went through her room to the bathroom and left the door ajar behind her.

Tyler's voice came from around the corner. "Why the mirrors?"

Lori glanced back through the door and found Tyler gawking at the ceiling. "I like the view."

She sat down and leaned forward enough to see Tyler posturing in front of the mirrors on the closet door. "Work on the pecs," she said.

Tyler blushed and that made her smile. She sat back so all she showed him were her high-heeled feet, and she let him watch her lace panties fall around her ankles.

Tyler was quiet until he pulled himself together and found something to say. "Just a week 'til Halloween. We're going to a costume party."

"You and Amber?" Lori closed the door, and she raised her voice to talk through it. "Why aren't you with Amber now?"

"No money, and it's like her mom's birthday or something."

Lori put herself back together and searched the drawer by her sink. When she opened the door again she had a blue cock ring dangling from her fingers. "Do you know how to put this on?"

Tyler turned it in his hands. "What is it?" He didn't know what it was, so he wouldn't know how to put it on.

"It fits on your junk."

"Why?"

"It's a good accessory for your outfit. It's blue. It goes with pink. And you might learn something." She backed Tyler against her bed with his hand on his chest. He bounced on the mattress, and Lori said, "Legs apart. Your balls go in one loop and your penis goes in the other."

Tyler fumbled with the cock ring until it was almost right, and Lori knelt between his knees to adjust it. He touched his hard cock and asked, "Is it supposed to be so sensitive?"

"That's what I hear," Lori said, and Tyler showed off for her. She stood up with her eyes on his hard-on. "Girls don't usually want to see your stuff." She pointed to his dick. "Not unless they're invested in you."

"What does that mean?"

"Your girlfriend has reasons to like your dick. Other girls, not so much." She stood and stepped back toward the door. "You can show off for me while we clean up."

Tyler held his cock and followed her up the hall. "Does that mean you're invested in me?"

"I'm your teacher. Fostering a positive self-image is part of my job."

Lori loaded the dishwasher, and she watched Tyler's naked body while he picked up glassware and napkins in the living room. "Do you have a picture of Amber?"

"On my phone." Tyler found his phone in the pants he left by the door and showed Lori pictures of a smiling girl.

"She's pretty. How did you get such a pretty girlfriend?"

"She likes me. She says I'm cute."

Lori gave his phone back. "'Cute' is something a girl might come up with when she's pushed for an answer. Her real reasons might be more complicated."

She pointed to her coffee table. "Can you put the coasters in the liquor cabinet?" She wiped down the counters and watched the signs in Tyler's body language. He was annoyed. He clenched his jaw and closed the cabinet door a little harder than he needed to.

Tyler stepped from one foot to the other at the end of the breakfast bar while Lori started the dishwasher and picked up her wine glass. "You're putting yourself out here to learn about sex. How is Amber learning?"

"She wants me to show her how."

Lori stopped herself from rolling her eyes. "That's sweet of her. Is she your first girlfriend?"

"I had girlfriends in school, but not like Amber," Tyler said. "I'd do anything for Amber."

Lori stepped close and ran her fingertips along Tyler's cock. "Did any of those girls go down on you?"

Tyler stopped his nervous shifting. His eyes settled on Lori's lips, and he shook his head.

Lori turned Tyler around with her hand on his shoulder and guided him to the sofa. "Sit," she said. She left her wine glass and sat beside him. She stroked his swollen cock, ran her fingers down around his balls, and forced a moan between Tyler's lips. "Let's say I'm ready to teach you how that feels. Could you keep your hands off my head?"

"Yes, God yes," but he rocked his pelvis to thrust back against Lori's touch.

"I don't believe you," Lori pushed herself up from the sofa. "Stay here." She went to the coat nook by the front door and came back with the flagpole and a handful of scarves.

"What're those for?" Tyler might have had more questions, but Lori leaned the flagpole against the sofa, pulled her tight skirt up, and climbed astride his thighs.

"To reinforce your good intentions," Lori said. "Stretch your arms out on the back of the cushions."

Tyler couldn't think of anything but the way Lori's body felt against his. He didn't really know what she was doing while she laid the flagpole behind his head. He was only starting to understand when she used the scarves to tie his arms to the pole.

Lori grasped Tyler's hair and pulled his head back to see his face. "You could get out of that if you really wanted to, but then you wouldn't get your lesson."

She climbed off Tyler to find her phone and flipped through some screens. "You and Amber are going to a Halloween party?"

Tyler turned his head around to find her. "Yeah. I'm going to be a nerd. She's going to be a sexy black cat."

The swing jazz gave way to Sinatra, and Lori sank to her knees in front of Tyler. She pushed his legs apart and said, "I have an idea."

"About what?" Tyler asked.

"We'll talk about it later. You're here to learn." Lori held his balls in her hand. She licked his length from the cock ring at its base to the sensitive edge of its cap. She kissed its head and smiled when he arched his back and groaned at the ceiling.

Lori drew a long breath and closed her mouth around Tyler's cock. She slid it over her tongue to the back of her throat, and he twisted on the cushions. She drew back slowly. Her lips traveled the length of his shaft and her tongue slipped around all of his most sensitive parts.

Tyler collapsed back on the cushion when she let him go. She kissed his cock and drew her breath, and she took him to the back of her throat again. His moans got louder each time she did it. "Oh God, I want to touch you. Fuck, I'm going to explode."

"Stop complaining," Lori said. "It gets better."

Tyler didn't touch her, and he didn't explode, and Lori stopped to watch his face while she stroked him. She had him where she wanted him. His expression was tortured. There was desperation in his voice. She meant to keep him there a while longer.

Lori held Tyler's hard-on in both hands and rose on her knees. There was an edge of panic in his voice when he asked, "Where are you going?" like she might leave.

"Right here." She leaned over him, and let her hair brush his skin. She stroked him while she inhaled his scent. Lori kissed his chest and then his belly. His whole body was tense.

Lori closed her lips around Tyler's cock again and reached from his balls to his asshole. She wrapped her lips around his shaft and caressed its head with her tongue. She worked slowly, taking him deeper while she pumped him with her hand. She listened to his gasps and his moans and held him on the verge of his climax.

Tyler clenched his teeth and lifted his feet off the floor. He threw his head back, and Lori thought she'd reached his limit.

She slipped the cock ring from around his balls, leaned on his thighs, and held his cock in both hands. He bucked and thrashed on the cushion, and she sprayed his cum across his belly and his chest.

She stifled her own laugh. She held him and pumped him until his cock started to soften, and she sat back to watch the tension flow out of Tyler's body.

"You really wanted to take control," Lori said.

Tyler watched her stand up between his legs an answered, "God, yes."

Lori's found her wine glass and a kitchen towel. She dropped the towel on Tyler's belly and washed his taste from her mouth. "But you still have to learn control. Imagine what would happen if I let you do it. All the fun would be over in a few seconds."

"Yes, ma'am," Tyler said. He pulled his hands out of the knots around his wrists while Lori checked messages on her phone.

Lori sent a reply while Tyler cleaned himself. "About Halloween. I have a party invitation, and so does the guy I'm going with. We can each bring a guest. You'll come with me. Amber will go with Dane."

Tyler dropped his head back on the cushion. "Dane? Do I have to think about this now?"

"You do," Lori said. "The world doesn't stop because you came in quarts. You can't be a nerd. I want you to be more manly. If Amber wants to be a kitty, maybe you should be her tomcat."

"In a leotard?"

"God, no. We'll work on that." Lori finished the last of her wine and listened to Sinatra's voice in the background. "You could be a 1950s tomcat—a greaser, but with cat ears and makeup to match whatever she's doing. Bet Amber would have fun with that."

"I think she really wants to go to her friends' party. What are you going to be?"

"You need to be more convincing," Lori said. "I'm going as Ms Frizzle."

"I loved Ms Frizzle!"

"We'll have dinner before we go. It's in the Plaza hotel downtown, and both of you are going to learn more with us than you could learn with her friends."

"Is it like, a sex party?"

"It's an adult-only fundraiser, and you two might be the youngest people there." Lori watched Tyler's cock grow firm. "You're a horny boy."

"I like being naked for you," Tyler said.

"You didn't before."

"I'm learning."

Lori felt a little flush of success when she set her wine glass down. She turned around in front of the sofa. "Lesson's over. It's time for you to go home."

Tyler's voice carried a hint of hope. "What if I stayed here tonight?"

"You could sleep on the sofa." She picked up the cock ring and dropped it in his lap. "Take this with you."

Lori waited while Tyler pulled his clothes on then stopped him at the door. "Send me your favorite picture of Amber. I'll give it to Dane, so he'll know her when he sees her."

She closed the door behind Tyler and watched him leave footprints in the new-fallen snow. She squeezed her nipple, and the excitement she got from getting him off came back. She turned the light off when Tyler was out of sight, and she took her thoughts to bed.

* * * *

Lori set her latte on the table with Amber's, and she raised her voice to be heard over the conversation in the student-ghetto coffee shop. "Tyler said you needed to talk about Halloween."

"I wanted to meet you," Amber said. "I wanted to meet Dane, too. After all he's supposed to be my date. It's kinda awkward, you know?"

"Tyler is your date," Lori said. "Dane agreed to get you in, but he's my date, and he's in San Francisco until Friday night."

"Is he your boyfriend or something?"

A barista called, "Flat white for Olivia. Pumpkin spice latte for Mia." Two boys left the table behind Amber, and two girls took the table while the busser cleaned it.

"Was once. It wasn't convenient." Lori flipped through pictures on her phone and held one out for Amber to see. She took to phone for a closer look. It showed Dane at the gym. He had gray hair at his temples and a sheen of sweat on his pumped chest. "His hair's a little longer now. He'll go to the party as Severus Snape."

Olivia set her coffee on the table behind Amber and said, "Experience is hot, you know?" Mia shook her head. "You might get in over your head."

Amber handed the phone back, and Lori decided Amber was prettier in her picture than she was in person. That wasn't because of the way she looked. It was because of the slightly awkward way she moved.

"Thanks," Amber said. "I didn't know what to expect." She leaned over the table. "Your party's a fundraiser for some foundation, right? Why would you invite us?"

The guy at the table beside Lori leaned toward his girl and said, "Maybe because she's hot for him." The girl laughed. "I don't think she'd ever admit that."

Lori paused when a girl got up from the table beside them and shouldered her bag. She touched Amber's arm and said, "I'll text you later."

Amber nodded to the girl then explained to Lori, "That's Samantha. We both rushed Chi Omega."

Lori guessed they wouldn't be there if Amber's rush worked out. "Tyler helped with my yard, so it's my thanks to him. The money goes to fine arts scholarships, and I thought you'd both have fun."

"He's into it," Amber said. "He already has a costume, but it isn't the one we agreed to."

"My fault," Lori said. The tone in Amber's voice and her body language told Lori that she wasn't happy with the change. "He told me about the costumes you were planning." Lori gestured to Amber's lithe body. "I thought, if you were going as a sexy cat, he should be your tomcat. It turned into a '50s tomcat, but I bet you can work with it."

"Might," Amber said. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do."

"What are your options?" Lori asked.

Amber counted on her fingertips. "Go with you. Try to make Tyler come with me. Go to my party with a girlfriend." She paused to watch Lori's reaction. "Or go with a different guy."

The boy at the table beside Lori shook his head and said, "She's a bitch, man." The guy across from him answered, "Now I know."

"Not entirely into Tyler?" Lori wasn't really surprised that Tyler's crush on Amber was mostly a one-way street.

Amber glanced over her shoulder. Others could hear her as easily as she heard them. "You wouldn't tell him, would you?"

Lori tried to relax. Tyler was going to learn harder lessons than she was teaching him. This could be one of them, but she needed to know more. "It's between you and me."

"He's sweet," Amber said. "It's cute you know, the way he acts. Like someone I can experiment with and not worry."

Lori's set her coffee down and wrapped it in both hands. "He's not your only guy?"

"Maybe best, but not only. Like the other day I told him it was my mom's birthday. It was, but I had a date after dinner. That guy didn't make me feel as safe, and he didn't get anything."

Mia's voice came from behind Amber. "It's about control." Olivia shrugged, "But if he doesn't get it, then neither do you."

Lori told herself that Tyler's problem wasn't her business, but she lost that argument with herself. "You're both learning. You'll learn more if you do Halloween with us. It's outside your box."

"Outside my box," Amber swirled her cup while she thought. "I don't know."

The barista called, "Protein matcha for Gil. Caffé mocha for David."

Lori pushed her nearly-empty cup to the middle of the table. "If you go to any party as a sexy kitty, then you won't be the only one. There's a vintage clothing store right across the street. We could go shop for different ideas."

"I don't have a budget for ideas."

Gil stopped beside Amber to look around, and told David, "She already has the black leotard and tights. She can borrow the cat ears." David pointed out a table across the room, but he asked, "What do they call a herd of cats?"

Lori stood from the table. "Party with us, and your costume will be my treat." She didn't think Amber would turn down free shopping. She was right.

Tyler's text came while Lori sat in rush-hour traffic, trying to get home. "Did you like Amber?" Lori put her phone in her purse. She had dinner and worked on her classroom management course, and then music throbbed through her speakers when she sat down on the sofa to answer his question.

She didn't need to tell him a lot. "Had coffee. Had a good time. It wasn't too hard to get her out of her comfort zone."

He answered back right away. "She's going to do the whole '50s thing."

Lori knew all about it. "We found a 'Hello Kitty' skirt, like an old poodle skirt. She's excited."

"She sent lots of smileys." The music changed before Lori's phone chimed again. "I think she expects sex."

"Her mind's between her legs. Your costume has to include condoms."

"I'm nervous," Tyler said. "What if I lose it again?"

"If you fail, then I fail." Lori checked the calendar on her phone. "The rest of the week's a mess. Come to my classroom after school on Friday."

"At school?"

"Wilson Elementary, room 113 at four. That's your last chance. Dane comes in at six. We have dinner reservations at seven. Saturday is Halloween."

The tap came on Lori's classroom door just as the clock over the chalkboard clicked to four o'clock. Tyler's voice came from the hallway. "Ms Richards?"

Lori carried an armload of orange and black decorations when she opened the door. She made sure the door locked behind Tyler, and he asked, "What are we doing?"

She picked a path through the little school desks scattered around the room. "We had a classroom party." Lori arranged the decorations in a storage cabinet and sat on the edge of her desk. Tyler followed her, and she crooked her finger to bring him closer. "I need to straighten the desks, take down the rest of Halloween, and put up Thanksgiving."

"Then what?" Tyler asked.

Lori touched his hip and guided him to stand between her knees. "Can't wait 'til then. We need to start now." Lori opened the top button on her shirt, and then the second. "You lost it with Amber while you were groping each other, right?"

"We got to third base." Tyler tore his eyes out of Lori's shirt and looked around the room. "Are there cameras?"

"Cameras in all the classrooms. One of my parents this fall had a big problem with that. I was out of the room for a minute during our conference, and she used paint from my crafts table to cover the lens. They shut it off. I should thank her."

Lori pushed Tyler back with her hand on his chest, and she slid off the desk. "See how far you get with me." She smiled over her shoulder. "We don't have a lot of time. Help me move the kid's desks?"

They decorated the room with leaves in orange and yellow and red, pumpkins and turkeys, and pilgrims with messages about arithmetic and history. He touched her hand and her arm. She slipped her hand around his hips. He touched her butt, and Lori encouraged all of it until she stood in front of the cabinet for the last time. "We're done," she said.

She felt Tyler's warmth behind her before he rested his hands around her waist. She closed the cabinet doors and relaxed against his chest, and he slid his hands up to her breasts.

"Wait a second," Lori turned in his arms. "I need to remember how this make-out thing works."

Tyler was confused. "Don't we just do what feels good?"

"You'll have to remind me." She tipped her mouth up, and Tyler took her breath away. He pushed his tongue between her lips and gasped against her cheek. His tongue was hard, and his kiss was rough.

Lori fell back against the cabinet. Tyler's excited energy thrilled her, and she pushed her tits back into his hands. He pulled her shirt open, and he slid his hand against her skin to cup her breast. Her bra strap fell off her shoulder and then her shirt slipped down her arms.

Tyler had her boobs in both hands when he broke their kiss to catch his breath. He talked in her ear. "Oh God, you feel good. You taste good."

"It's starting to come back to me," Lori said. She clutched his shirt to keep him close. She tasted the skin on his throat and felt his excitement surge. It was her drug. She wanted more.

She tipped her head to the side and Tyler buried his face against her neck. He kissed her shoulder, he kissed her breast. His excitement made him gasp for breath while he sucked her nipple. He forced Lori's legs apart with his hands between her thighs, and Lori banged her head back against the cabinet.

"Let me down," she said and settled onto her heels. He gave her room to breathe, and his eyes fixed on her while he wiped his mouth with his arm. He looked ready to devour her, and that look fed the warm rush between Lori's legs. She didn't want to pause or slow down. She pushed him back until he stopped against the edge of her desk, and he wrapped an arm around her to pull her against him.

Tyler filled her mouth with his eager tongue. He slid his hand down the crack of her ass, and he lifted her body against his. She squeaked through her nose, and she spread her legs around Tyler's thigh to bring their bodies together.

She felt the tug before the snap on her pants gave way. The desk slid back, and she stepped close again. He shoved his hand into her panties and between her legs. His kiss bent her neck back, and Lori settled her weight into his hand to grind her clit against him.

Lori was on her way to her climax, and she needed him to be as excited as she was. She clutched at his chest, she tugged his belt open, and she reached into his jeans to wrap her hand around his hard-on.

Tyler turned his head to break their kiss, and he panted at the chalkboard while Lori tugged on his cock. Her bra sagged. Her shirt was around her elbows where it bound her arms to her sides. Her pants were off her hips and the gusset between her legs was wet.

"Stop!" Tyler said. He pulled his hand from between Lori's legs, but she held on to his cock.

"That's perfect," Lori said. She slowed for just a moment then rasped into his hear. "You can't have what would naturally come next, but I won't leave you this way." She pumped Tyler's cock, and it only took a moment. He threw his head back and groaned at the ceiling. His cum gushed into Lori's hand, and her stroke slowed while he emptied himself.

He was still catching his breath when Lori slid off his thigh. She pulled her pants up, shrugged her shirt onto her shoulders, and rinsed her hands in the sink at the crafts table.

She brought a handful of rough paper towels for Tyler. He cleaned himself, and she talked while she put her bra back in place. "You can do it better tomorrow, and Amber will be ready for your home run at the same time you are."

She closed the door behind Tyler when he left and leaned against it to survey the room. She needed to freshen up. There was a change of clothes in her closet, and then Dane would have an eager lover.

* * * *

The chandelier cast a golden glow across jack-o-lanterns on the tables. Black and orange crêpe paper draped around the stage. Smiling vampires and witches, serial killers and monsters mingled between the tables and gyrated in front of the band.

Lori stood out with her brightly-colored dress and her golden hair pinned at the back of her head. She tucked her hand around Snape's elbow and danced in place while Jason smiled from behind his goalie's mask and waved to her dress.

"What's our adventure today, Ms Frizzle?"

Lori spread her skirt to show him explorers from scientists entering the microscopic world to rockets in space. She pointed out a mountain climber and said. "Tonight, we're exploring some highs."

"And maybe some lows," Dane said. He nodded to the sullen greaser who sat at their table. His smiling girl stood behind Tyler in her saddle shoes and blouse and her pink "Hello Kitty" skirt and flashed Dane a smile.

Lori waited until Jason abandoned them for a green alien, and she told Dane, "Tyler came over this afternoon while I was getting ready. He wanted to know if Amber felt the same way about him that he felt about her."

"That answer could be a downer," Dane said.

"I didn't tell him 'no' right out. I told him he needs to be ready for changes, and that news didn't help his funk. He was up again after he got Amber to the restaurant, and down when she paid more attention to you than to him."

"I had nothing to do with that."

"Right," Lori said. "When we went to the bathroom, she was all sorry about the attention you were giving her. I told her if she wanted more, then she should lose her bra and leave a few buttons open."

"I liked that," Dane said.

"Thrilled her, too. Tyler liked the little titty flashes he got from his girlfriend, and his mood went up. Now she's getting attention from half the guys in the room, and he's down again."

Dane waved as Maleficent glided by, and Lori asked, "Who's that?"

"Don't know. She waved first. You're exploring some rugged terrain."

"Ms Frizzle will turn it into a learning experience." Lori stroked Dane's arm. "You checked in and got the room key?"

"We're in 526," he said, and produced a key card from his jacket.

Lori plucked it out of Dane's fingers. "I know a young man who can use this."

Dane raised his eyebrows. "I know an older man who planned on using it."

"I know an older man who got it all last night," Lori slipped the card into her phone case. "I bet you'll be busy tonight, anyway." She pointed across the dance floor. "There's a wicked fairy who wants a word with you."

Lori walked around the dance floor on her way to back the table. She laughed and touched people as she passed, and Tyler watched her take the chair beside him. "If this were the '50s, I might hold a cigarette and ask you for a light so I could find out what's on your mind."

Tyler squirmed in his chair. "Having a hard time keeping Amber's attention."

Amber stood among three men at the corner of the dance floor. She giggled and talked with her hands. Her face was a little flushed.

"And what are you doing about it?" Lori asked. "This is your practical exam. You're failing."

"I thought it would be easier."

"Come dance with me." Lori pulled Tyler out of his chair, and stopped him on the dance floor with her hand on his chest. They danced close while they talked. "You're on a roller coaster ride all by yourself. Get a grip. Maybe Amber isn't the sweetheart you thought she was, but she's still your girl."

"Yes, ma'am," Tyler said. He looked past Lori's shoulder to watch Amber, and Lori leaned close again. "Amber loves all the attention she's getting. Some girls like being the prey, so you need to be a better predator." She took the key card out of her phone case and held it where he could see it. "You brought condoms?"

Tyler tapped his pocket to make sure. "Yes, ma'am."

She pressed the card into his hand. "Room 526."

He looked the card over before he put it in his pocket, and Lori pressed her body against his to get her lips to his ear. "It's Dane's room. You can use it, but you can't stay there." She glanced over her shoulder and found Amber watching. "Comb your hair, square your shoulders, and give her the attention she wants."

"Yes, Ms Richards," Tyler said, and Lori left him on the dance floor. She found the bar and turned around to watch him while the bartender mixed her margarita. He pulled Amber to the middle of the floor, and Lori held her drink out to the side while she skirted the dancers to reach Dane.

She stopped to stand beside him and sipped her drink. "Where's your evil fairy?"

He nodded toward the tables near the bar where Maleficent laughed at something a pirate told her. "She thought I was someone else."

"A likely story." Lori watched Tyler and Amber over her drink's salted rim. Amber's saddle shoes stepped through a spin and her skirt flared around her hips. Tyler caught her, and her laughter carried over the music and the conversation. "This shouldn't take long."

Dane and Lori found their table before the song ended, but Tyler stopped Amber on her way to the table. He showed her the room key, and she looked at Dane and then at Lori. She nodded her answer, and Tyler caught her hand and pulled her out of the ballroom.

Dane watched them leave and asked, "You aren't going with them to proctor?"

Lori set her empty margarita glass on the table. "If I did, then I wouldn't be this nervous. Maybe I should have told him to keep me posted."

"Maybe you should dance with me," Dane said, and he gave Lori no choice. She was a little out of breath when he walked her back to the table. He left her there to get drinks, and her phone chimed.

She found a selfie from Tyler. It showed his big grin and Amber kneeling between his legs with her blouse off her shoulders and his cock in her mouth.

Dane set another margarita in front of her and took the seat beside her. Lori held her phone out for him to see. "To the other third base," she said and sipped at her drink.

"So he's keeping you posted anyway."

"I think he's bragging. Let's dance." Lori said.

Costumes were getting loose, smiles were getting wide, and Lori's drink was empty again when she sat down. Dane went to the bar, and she found a new selfie on her phone. She sent Tyler a text as Dane set their drinks on the table.

She handed her phone to Dane so he could see the new photo. Tyler grinned from the edge of the bed with Amber ass-up on the mattress behind him. Her skirt and her panties were gone, and a wet stain adorned the sheet between her spread thighs.

Dane's eyes opened wide, and Lori laughed. She leaned close and touched his hand. "You'd like some of that." He didn't try to deny it. "It looks like Tyler passed his exam. Amber got what she asked for, but I bet she didn't get what she wanted."

The phone chimed, and Dane handed it back to Lori. "What did you tell him?"

The message read, "Yes ma'am," and Lori explained, "It's nearly midnight. I told him they should clean up and come down." She set her phone on the table beside her drink and leaned close. "The mission, if you choose to accept it, is to give Amber the sex she dreamed of."

"And you will…?"

"Have Tyler take me home."

"I'll think about that." Dane sat back with his drink and watched the crowd thin until Tyler pulled Amber back to the ballroom. She'd lost the bounce in her step, and he'd gained one.

Tyler wore a broad smile when he put Amber in the chair beside Lori. He dropped into the chair on the other side of Amber and said, "Did it."

Lori watched Amber's distracted expression and asked her, "Are you OK?"

Amber did a double-take, like she'd been deep in thought. "I'm good," she said. She glanced over her shoulder at Tyler and whispered, "We did it for like five minutes. Now he thinks he owns me."

Lori stood and pulled Amber to her feet. "Talk to Dane," she said, and moved over to sit with Tyler. "So you passed. Did Amber like it too?"

Tyler looked confused, like the question never occurred to him. "How would I know?"

Lori squeezed his thigh. "Don't worry about it. That's another lesson. Maybe for a different teacher."

"Look." Tyler produced a little wad of fabric from his pocket.

"Amber's panties?" Lori glanced across the table. Amber smiled at Dane and nodded to some question. "She gave you a souvenir?"

"Nah, but I thought keeping 'em was kinda hot."

Lori took the panties from Tyler and held her hand out. "Room key?" He patted his jacket pockets to find the key, and she passed the key and Amber's panties to Dane.

"We need to talk about respect," Lori said. She waited for his "yes, ma'am," before she went on. "She let you do the deed. That doesn't give you rights."

They watched Dane pull Amber to her feet and chase her to the dance floor, and Lori got Tyler's attention again. "Those pictures you sent, and any like them? I'm going to watch you delete them."

"Yes ma'am." Tyler rolled his eyes, but he dug his phone out of his pocket. He showed Lori the pictures he took, and he deleted them off his phone.

Lori waited until he'd put his phone away then reached under his jacket to stroke his chest. "Treat Amber like you respect her, and you might find out that the second time is better than the first. Disrespect her, and you might not have a chance with her or any of her friends."

Tyler's face fell, and he looked past Lori to Amber and Dane on the dance floor. Dane twirled her as the song ended, and her dress flew high to flash her bare ass. The next song started, and Amber pressed her body against Dane while he walked her back to the table.

"Dance with me." Lori stood and waited for Tyler.

Tyler complained. "But it's a slow song."

"You can get your hands all over Ms Frizzle."

Tyler to put his hand on Lori's hip, and she put her hand on his. She waited until they found the slow rhythm of the song before she asked, "How do you feel about Amber now?"

He turned Lori so he could see Amber at the table. "I don't know. I'm confused."

Dane said something in Amber's ear, and his hand slipped up under the hem of her 'Hello Kitty' skirt. Tyler's body was stiff. His movements were hesitant, uncertain. "I'm her ride home. This feels really awkward."

"Don't worry about Amber," Lori said. She let her body melt against Tyler, and she moved with his touch. "Dane will take care of her. You'll take care of me."

They turned again, and Lori watched Dane past Tyler's shoulder. Amber stood and waited for him, and he gave Lori a wave. Their table was empty when she looked again.

"Where'd they go?" Tyler asked.

"Amber's going to learn more about sex," Lori said. "You can too. We'll celebrate your graduation."

Tyler had questions. He took Ms Frizzle's hand, and she lurched off the dance floor behind him. "Your place? Like real sex?" He still had questions when she pulled his jacket off his shoulders and hung it in her coat nook. "With the mirrors? All night?"

"All night could be something to remember," Lori said.

She poured herself a glass of wine and held it while she backed Tyler against her breakfast bar. She tugged the greaser's tee shirt out of his jeans and pushed her hand up under it. Tyler took her breath away. He tightened his arm around her, and she tipped her lips up to let his tongue explore. It wasn't until he broke their kiss that she dropped back to her practical heels.

"Dammit," Tyler said. He straightened his hardened cock while Lori wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Lori set her glass down in the bit of wine she spilled on the counter. She wrapped her hand around Tyler's elbow and pulled him to the sofa. "Wait for me."

Tyler was frustrated. "What am I supposed to do here?"

One answer seemed obvious, and Lori thought she could help. She stepped back so he could watch, and she hiked Ms Frizzle's dress. She slid her panties off her hips, and they fell around her ankles. "You can use those," she said, and she kicked her panties at him.

He snatched her panties out of the air and held their damp gusset under his nose. She was going to leave him, but she stopped. "You like those." The thought sent a tingle up her spine.

"The way you smell and the way you feel totally turn me on."

"Tell me more." Lori picked up the skirt of her Ms Frizzle dress. She climbed over Tyler's lap and settled with his thighs between her legs.

"My imagination's been crazy for two weeks." He dropped the panties between them and rested his hands on Lori's hips.

He reached up to Lori's tits, and she leaned into his touch. "What do you imagine?"

"Your mouth. Your tits. The way you smell. Everything about you in a whirl."

Lori opened Ms Frizzle's conservative bodice and asked, "The way I taste?"

"I love how your mouth tastes. I love how your tits taste. I want to know how your pussy tastes."

Lori gathered the dress at her waist. "I'll freshen up, and you can find out." She lifted the dress over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Tyler watched her unhook her bra, and she gasped when he pulled her close to get her tits in his mouth. She stroked his hair while he sucked her. "I'm using you. Did you know that?"

He slowed down enough to answer. "I never understood why you helped me."

Lori squirmed. Her nipples where hard between Tyler's lips. "So I'd have a sex toy for Halloween. Let's go to bed." Lori pushed herself off his lap, and she didn't stop to look back until she reached her bedroom door. He'd been watching her naked butt while he scrambled out of his clothes.

She plucked pins from her hair while she waited for him, and her waves fell to her shoulders. She dropped the pins on her bedside table when he got there and pushed him down on the bed. "I'll be back."

Tyler was staring at the mirrored ceiling with his cock in hand when she got back. She stopped in front of him, and he gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her closer. "I want," was all he said. He squeezed her butt cheeks in both hands and kissed her belly down to the top of her trimmed muff.

Tyler pulled Lori onto her mattress. He pushed her knees apart, and Lori lifted her legs around him. He started from where he'd stopped, and he didn't pause.

She watched in the mirror as Tyler dove face-first between her thighs. She lifted her knees to make it all easier for him. His tongue flicked between her slick folds. He grunted and snorted, and his tongue on her asshole made her squirm.

He was a starving boy satisfying his hunger, but that did more for him than it did for Lori. She stopped him. She gripped his head and rocked her hips to grind against his mouth. Thrills surged through her pussy and confused her. Tyler couldn't breathe, but that wasn't her business. It would pass.

Tyler gasped for breath when he twisted his head out of Lori's grip. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his head to talk in his ear. "You've been down, now come up." She guided him to lay back on her pillows. He watched their reflection in the mirrored ceiling, and she kissed his chest and kissed his belly before she wrapped his cock with her lips.

He twitched and groaned while she took his cock over her tongue, and he arched his whole body when she drew back. His excitement thrilled her. She watched their reflection in the closet door, and she teased him 'til he bucked and writhed on the verge of his orgasm. She reduced Tyler to little more than an animal, but he was her animal.

Lori released Tyler's hard-on with a little pop, and she climbed over him. She straddled his hips and leaned on his chest. His eyes flitted from her, to the ceiling, to their reflection in the closet door.

"Am I your only toy?" he asked. "I want to be your best toy."

She rose on her knees to lift his cock under her before she answered. Thrills coursed up Lori's spine when she settled on his hips again and her body stretched around his thick cock. "You're my only boy toy. But if you want to be my best toy you need to do something I didn't teach you."

"Like what?" he asked and cupped her breasts in his hands. Lori leaned into his touch, but she left him wondering. She rose and fell on his cock. She watched her reflection on the ceiling, and she watched her reflection on the closet door, until she couldn't watch anymore.

"Let me down," she said, and pushed her hands off her tits. She collapsed on his chest and writhed. He stroked her shoulders and stroked her back, and his touch fed her excitement. Her hair fell loose on his chest. He lifted his hips under her, and she moaned and ground against him.

It was Lori's turn to be the animal. She used every part of Tyler's body to feed her excitement. She gasped against her chest, and pumped her hips down on his cock until the last of her control dissolved.

Lori's grip tightened over Tyler's ribs. The sensations from between her legs, Tyler's tense energy, his scent, the touch of his skin—they all overwhelmed her. She thrashed on his chest for a moment then the room went dark. She squealed against his neck, and her body relaxed into his arms.

Tyler kissed Lori's hair. He stroked her back and ran his hands down over her butt. "You came? This is how that feels?"

Lori nodded against his shoulder and lifted her head to look at him. "Orgasms usually go to the one on top."

"I'm so turned on," Tyler said, and Lori caught her breath when he rolled her onto the mattress. He rose on one hand, and a thrill rushed through her center when he thrust his cock back into her.

She looked up at the mirror. The muscles in Tyler's butt and his back were outlined in light and shadow. He slammed his cock into her. His excitement and his flesh stretched her and filled her.

Lori lifted her knees to Tyler's shoulders and cradled him between her spread thighs. She wrapped him in her arms. Her excitement had barely faded, and it flooded her mind when it rushed back. He slammed their bodies together faster with each mindless thrust. Her nails dug into his back.

She chanted his name and gasped. Tyler stopped to catch his breath, and Lori's need tortured her. "Oh, Babe, don't stop. This is what I want."

He moved slowly on her and inside her, and then recklessly. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth. He was her predator. She was his prey. Colors exploded behind her eyes, and spasms wracked her body. Her second climax was stronger than her first, and her grip fell away from his body.

He caught his breath and thrust into Lori. He groaned into the pillow over her shoulder, and he emptied himself into her. His body was rigid as his spasms forced the last gush into her, and then she held him until he relaxed and rolled out of her embrace.

Lori followed him. She laid her leg over his hip. She kissed his face and stroked his skin until tone returned to his muscles and he moved again. "Jeez," he said. "That wasn't like before. You didn't teach me that."

She lifted her head and watched Tyler's face. "You're my best toy now."

Tyler squirmed around to face Lori. "We aren't done, are we? We just started."

"It's up to you." Lori's hand slipped down over his hip, and she wrapped it around his cock. Tyler hardened in her hand. "But I think maybe we aren't."

Lori sniffed the scent of the juices on her hand and said, "A teacher's success is measured by the success of her students."

Tyler sat up beside Lori. She rose on her elbows with her pillow clutched to her chest, and his eyes traveled from the mirror on the ceiling to the mirrors on the closet to her naked body beside him.

He climbed over her and pushed her knees apart. He stroked her ass, pressed his thumb into her pussy and spread her butt cheeks. Tyler had his cock in his hand when he pressed his lips close to Lori's ear. "Tonight, you're going to be really successful."