“Why not?”
“Fantasies are just that, they’re unattainable.”
“Not all and I don’t think Paul’s and my fantasy about you is Jayne.”
“I won’t ask what that is?” I said smiling.
“I’m happy to tell you, after all you are our teacher and counsellor, aren’t you?”
“For educational matters yes.”
Neil fixed me with that cool gaze of his, smiled and said.
“Jayne I can assure there is nothing that is more educational than this. It’s of far greater significance than bloody creative writing.”
Again, I couldn’t help smiling at both his cheek and logic.
“Well I’m not paid to educate you that way.”
“Well you could always do it for charity, a good will gesture,” Paul offered from the back.
As we finished off the journey over the next ten minutes the conversation was lighter, but still flirty and revolved around their fantasy of me.
“Don’t you have fantasies Jayne?”
“No.”
“No, are you sure? I’m told lots of older women do.”
“Well not that I would tell you about?”
Again, that locking of gazes and that knowing smile. “Anyone I know?” He embarrassed me by asking as I am sure I went red.
We pulled up outside my cottage.
“Thanks Neil,” I said opening the door.
“How about a cup of tea as payment for the lift, we’ll pick you up tomorrow as well if you like.”
I know I should have been stronger and more resistant. I know I should have simply said no. I know I should have not played with the fire, but I didn’t and quickly I was making tea in my kitchen as they sat in my, still to be finished lounge.
“I’m afraid I haven’t finished furnishing yet,” I explained. In fact, the only seating in the lounge was the large four-seater sofa over one of the arms of which Sammi had bent me and made oral love to my pussy and bottom. That came into my mind when I brought the cups in and saw that Neil was sitting on that arm.
The shorter sturdier Paul was sitting on the sofa. I leaned forward to give them their cups and knew that was a bad mistake for my top gaped. I saw both sets of eyes focus on where my top gaped and I knew that they would see my cleavage, a goodly part of each boob and my white, lace bra.
What a bloody stupid thing to do, I thought as I caught their eyes and they smiled.
“Very nice Jayne,” Neil said.
Why I made such a crass remark I don’t know.
“The tea?”
They both smiled and Paul said. “Well that as well, but the view was better.”
“Now, now.”
“Come and sit here,” Neil said patting the sofa between them.
“No I’m fine here” I replied standing across a coffee table from them.
“Don’t be daft it’s the only other seat.”
Stupidly maybe, I went and sat there and he slid down from the arm to sit beside me.
I started to talk about university life, but that was no good, it got me nowhere.
Neil added. “You’re divorced aren’t you Jayne?”
“Yes I am.”
“I’m sorry” he said sounding sincere.
“That’s ok, I’m over it now.”
“How long that’s been?” Paul asked
“Divorced for nine months, apart for almost two years.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Neil asked.
“No, no I don’t,” I replied finishing my tea and putting the mug down on the table hoping they would take that as a hint and start to leave. They didn’t.
“Looking for one?”
“No, not especially.”
“How do you cope?” Neil asked.
“How do you mean?”
“Sexually,” was his bombshell answer.
“That’s far enough Neil,” I said as I felt Paul’s hip touching mine.
“It must be difficult after years of regular sex,” he said.
“Just leave it please,” I said as Neil turned sideways to look at me and his knee touched mine.
In a very gentle voice and with his stunning blue eyes boring into mine he whispered. “Do you miss it very much Jayne?”
I couldn’t reply. I knew he would see through a lie, but there was no way I could tell them that I missed sex every second of every day and that my body was craving to be sexually serviced right at that very moment.
“Do you?” he repeated not moving his knee from mine.
“Well Jayne?” Paul said his leg now touching mine from my hip to me knee.
“No, now stop please.”
Neil put his hand on my arm, just beneath my shoulder.
“I don’t think you really mean that do you?”
“Yes, yes I do, I do.”
I felt Paul’s arm slide round my waist, his hand rested on my hip.
“We don’t think so,” he said squeezing me.
“No we don’t Jayne,” Neil said his face moving closer to mine. “Do you want to tell us about those fantasies?” He asked.
Shit somehow, he knows I think about him, I thought, but quickly realised that couldn’t be as his hand ran down my bare arm and held my hand. “We don’t mind telling you about ours do we Paul?”
“No, we don’t do you want to hear Jayne?” Paul asked as I felt his mouth on my head in my short, blonde hair kissing it as Neil lifted my hand and kissed the palm of that. His arm went round my shoulder.
“No, this has to stop, it’s crazy, its madness.”
“No it isn’t Jayne, it’s what you want, you want us as we want you.”
“Stop, please, please stop,” I half-heartedly implored them.
“It’s like our fantasy” Paul was saying as he licked the side of my neck and slid the tip of his tongue into my ear.
“Oh God,” I groaned loving the feel of that but dreading showing it.
“We imagine undressing you Jayne,” Neil said as he pulled on the neck of my top and slid it along my shoulder exposing my bra strap. At the same time, I felt Paul’s hand slip inside my top at the back. “We imagine seeing your breasts, your awesome breasts, your instant hard on breasts,” Neil went on as Paul’s hand slid up my bare back, his fingers slipping under my bra strap.
I felt as though I was being hypnotised. The words and phrases hit me so hard sending strong erotic feelings rushing through me. I was being orally seduced and I seemed to have no way of stopping them.
“No Neil, Paul no,” I groaned the sensations from his hands on my bare flesh sending powerful messages roaring through me.
“We think of sucking your nipples and squeezing your big, soft tits; you like that don’t you Jayne?” Neil asked as I felt Paul fiddling at the clasp on my bra strap. “Do you like your tits being sucked teacher?”
“Stop, let me go, leave me,” I begged, probably meaning just the opposite and certainly sounding unconvincing.
Neil’s hand found my breast. I grunted with the pleasure it gave me.
“You want it don’t you?”
“No, you’re too young. You’re my students.”
Things were spinning out of control. I was losing it. I could ‘hear’ myself thinking ‘why not’ instead of stop it.
Paul was kissing my neck as he undid my bra; I felt powerless to stop him. I was aware that it was madness and so wrong, but I felt powerless to stop them, it was almost as if I had been drugged
Neil was whispering. “Let me see your breasts Jayne, let us see your wonderful tits.”
I was then put completely over the top. I was leaning back against Paul with my eyes closed although I was still making token efforts for them to stop. Neil took hold of my hand and pulled it. My entire body jerked and my mind was filled with such want when he put my hand right on his bare cock, which unbeknown to me he had got out from his jeans. Paul quickly did the same thing and I was in this incredulous position of holding a cock in each hand at the same time.