Some lessons he has been giving her

Once we sit down, she begins with, "When we first talked about him staying, we agreed that it would only be a couple of days, right?" I nod. "It's been a couple of days now, and he hasn't made any progress in getting his own place."

I frown. "It's not easy out therw, you know. If we kick him out now..."

Sarah cuts me off. "I know, I know. I definitely would feel awful about putting him out there on the street now that he has already slept here a couple of nights. It's just..." she pauses a bit, as if gathering up her courage. "Well, he has been giving me some, ummm, lessons. About, um, having a good marriage." Her voice is so tiny, I can barely make her words out without leaning in.

I nod. "Of course. He's been through multiple marriages, so he knows a lot about the subject. I'm sure he has a lot of valuable knowledge." I'm not sure why she is being so apprehensive about this. Maybe because he was so cruel to her in the past, now it's hard for her to see him as the mentor that he always was to me.

"His lessons are so...." she searches for a word.

"Intimate?" I suggest.

"Yeah! Exactly! Wait, how do you know that?"

I know exactly what she is talking about. Sometimes, when you talk to him, it's like he is peering directly into your soul, telling you things about yourself that you didn't even know. "Trust me, I know what he is like."

"But sometimes he has me do things that are so uncomfortable!" she protests.

"I know, but those are usually the things that you need to do the most. The things that matter the most."

She slowly nods. "If that's how you feel, maybe he should stay for a while longer so he can keep giving me lessons..."

"I think that's a great idea! He can stay longer to get on his feet, and he can keep giving you lessons in the meantime." Sarah doesn't seem particularly thrilled at the prospect. That's not surprising. Mr. Robinson gave me some really tough lessons back in the day. Stuff I hated at the time. Stuff that gave me a huge step up on my peers when it came time to get a job. She may not like it right now, but I'm sure whatever lessons he is teaching her will mold her into the kind of woman she needs to be.

"If that's how you feel..." she starts saying.

"It is. Now let's eat, huh? I saw dinner on the table, and I'd hate to let it get cold." She just nods and we go eat yet another one of her delicious meals together. It's nice just having some time to ourselves. I can barely keep my eyes off her chest. The way her bust stretches out the fabric of her turtleneck is truly something to behold. When we are done, I jump up before she has a chance and grab the dishes. "It's my turn tonight," I tell her. "You should relax a bit."

"It has been a... stressful couple of days. I suppose I could take a little break." She kisses me on the cheek, letting me get to work cleaning up. After finishing the dishes, I walk over to the couch, where she is sitting down. She is watching some video intently, with the same look on her face that she has when she is studying. I take step on a floorboard that lets out a loud creak, and I swear, she jumps so high she almost hits the ceiling and quickly does something on her phone.

"Did I scare you?" I ask with a laugh. "Watching a really good video, huh?" Influencers really know how to suck you in to their content these days.

"What? No, I was just, uh, studying." She says, her face beet red.

"Uh huh, sure you were," I tease. I kiss her on the cheek. "I'm going to bed early tonight. Are you coming?"

She shakes her head. "Mr. Robinson told- I mean asked me to stay up until he came home. He said he had a surprise and a couple of... things... he wanted me to do."

"Okay, well, don't let him keep you up too late." I kiss her goodnight and go off to the room to change and go to bed. It's been a week, so I fall asleep quickly. Excited voices wake me up out of my sleep, and I check the time; 8:17. I listen to their excited voices for a bit and smile. To think Sarah had been so angry at him just a few days ago and now they are getting along great. I fall back asleep with a grin on my face. It warms my heart to hear my old mentor and my girlfriend finally getting along. I wake back up hearing the door close. I glance at the clock. 11:45. Huh. I must have misread the clock earlier. With my eyes barely cracked, I see that Sarah must have thrown her turtleneck off as soon as she entered the room, since now she is just in her bra and skirt. Her face is a mess, but I can't tell what it is before she gets past me to go to the bathroom. It looks like Mr. Robinson must have got her a frosted pastry or something as his surprise, although she usually isn't that messy of an eater, and her entire mess was covered with it. She leaves the bathroom door open, and from behind, I can see that her skirt is bunched up around her waist from the back, and her ass is only covered by her panties. Considering the size of her rear, they don't cover much. I blush and turn around in bed, pretending to be asleep as I hear her wash her face and brush her teeth. I hope Mr. Robinson didn't notice that. That would be so embarassing for both of them.

My sleeping act turns into reality before she finishes getting cleaned up and changed, and it's not until I wake up the next morning that I see that she is in her pajamas lying next to me in bed. I'm dissapointed that she isn't in her underwear like yesterday, but I kick myself for thinking like that. I respect her as a person way too much to reduce her into being a sex object who just exists for me to look at. I gently kiss her on the forehead and leave for work, glad that it's Thursday, which for me is the last day of the week since I'm on a four day, ten hour a day work week. The day flies by, and before I know it, I'm already on my way home. When I open the door, I am greeted by a suprising sight.