A Visitor

You’re just filling up the dishwasher after dinner when the doorbell rings. It’s Brianna Ollins, the red headed girl from the Upper Sixth ‘B’ Stream. She’s changed out of her school uniform into a grey t-shirt with an amorphous symbol on the front that emphasises the shape of her breasts, and a grey skirt that ends just below her knickers.

“Brianna, what are you doing here? How did you find where I live?”

“Hi, Mr Smith. I knew it was you. I live next door. She points to the house the other side of the Petersons.” You haven’t met the people who live that side.

“You live there.”

“Yes, with my Aunt. My parents are in Abu Dhabi. I stay with my Aunt Faye because my Dad decided I should go to St Perpetua’s. He only chose that because Aunt Faye lives here.”

“I see. Well, it’s a pleasure to finally know who lives there.”

Brianna’s presence is distracting. Your eyes keep drifting down to her chest. Even the white blouse of the school uniform couldn’t hide her curves, but this t-shirt really shows them to good effect. It’s the way the symbols darken just under the boob, giving the impression they are more prominent than they are, and Brianna is not a small girl. Her breasts are more than a good handful and perky. And the cloth is tight enough to reveal their shape, and the fact she’s not wearing a bra.

“Yes, I thought it was time. My Aunt is shy, but I have some questions about the homework you set this week, and I wondered whether I could ask you about it.”

“Can’t this wait until school time tomorrow?”

“I know we’re out of school hours, but I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, on Tuesday, I saw Ellie Jones and Kelly Golden leaving your house.” Ah, she did, did she. That could be awkward. “Are you giving them private tuition?”

“No. Ellie’s tutoring Kelly. I’m helping Ellie, giving her guidance on that.”

“Oh. But you’re not against helping students out of school hours.”

Well, she has you there. It’s probably not a good idea to have this discussion on the doorstep. “Why don’t you come in, Brianna.” She’s keen to do so. “Why don’t you wait in my office, and we’ll discuss this over a drink. Tea?”

She nods her head, and you head off to the kitchen to put the kettle on.