Furelise

Nobody said following your passion was easy. College succeeded in draining almost all of what I had scrimped and saved. Even though it came in handy, a lot of the cash i had saved up doing odd jobs and sleazy, dodgy photo shoots in my late teens had dried up as well. Being a substitute teacher wouldn't have been so bad despite the unexciting pay if it wasn't for the rich students that attended the school i thought in.

Among these brats who tend to be older than their peers in public schools due to repeating terms and not having the right grades to move on to the next grade, was Santiago St Cruz. A horrible student with a name, just as horrible. My blood boils each time I watch rich students flaunt their wealth and no one flaunted as much as Santiago and his annoying hanger on friends.

It takes a special rich brat to out brag and out flaunt senator's children, oil oligarch's stepchildren and whatever not. The rumour is, his father is a Venezuelan lord. No one knows. In all honesty, it could be true. The exact opposite, however, was just as likely. Ever since my chance meeting with Mrs. Cruz, the gorgeous mother with a body an woman would kill t have, I started teaching Santiago to play the violin on Tuesdays. Today was Tuesday and I drag myself to get through the day.

I remember Mrs Cruz well. She was sweet, nice and convincing. She paid for the year in advance and promised a bonus if her son actually ends up learning something.Every week, without fail and I make my way to their sprawling home, and grow sick with envy.. it is truly amazing, how some people have everything while others just cannot catch a break. How do they do it?

His parents are never home. A man servant or butler looks after and gets tormented by the 18 year old teen and it was no different this time around. I was early. and maybe not meant to witness Santiago, throw a hard case into his swimming pool from the 2nd floor of his house while the butler, desperately lunges after it. I assumed it contained the violin he needs to use for my lessons.

I sat down going through in my head everything Mrs. Cruz told me so I could handle her son when she was away.

I cringe as I hear the fifth violin meeting a terrible end, counting 4 other smashed up violins in the living room as I make my way through the huge mansion.

The broken instruments did not sit well with me. Being wealthy shouldn't give anyone the right to destroy art. That's what they were. And a struggling musician grinding through college and then fruitlessly pursuing a career in the arts only to end up as an underpaid teacher in a school, it angered me.

I had nothing to take comfort from the destruction all around the house. I put it out of my mind and steeled myself a little to fulfil my obligations and hopefully leave as soon as we are done.

As i had arrived slightly early, I walk in through the large entrance hallway, looking around, hearing the din caused by Santiago 's hysterical laughter.

When I saw him, dressed in a silk bathrobe, too large for him, despite his above average height, I wasn't sure how to react. It was flapping back and forth as he hadn't secured it and was wearing, from what I could make out. football pants or cycling shorts. I wasn't really sure but they were clutching at his frame and the scrawny youth was not quite as scrawny as I had always thought.

I braced myself and sighed then I called out. "Santi?" I call out again, loudly. "Santiago, it's Kayla. I'm here for your lessons!"

I had to step forward and walk briskly after him, as he kept going and was heading for the pool.

"Santi, come here. You know what your parents say, you need to always start your lessons on time."

Santiago stops when he finally registers his teacher's voice in his mind and shows excitement and maybe it was just relief.. relieved somehow for company other than the house helpers. Though he is spoiled rotten, his parents take his violin lessons seriously. Well, at least his mother does.

"Santi, you can't avoid violin lessons. Remember what your mother wants you to do.

I knew it was a buzz kill. I had smoked some weed back in the day. Messed around here and there, harmless way to relax I always thought and when Santiago made eye contact, I could tell he was baked.

Though, I had no idea why he would be so pumped up and running around like that. He does look a lot older for his age and presumably experiencing growth spurts too? Tall and lean, his body was masculine and sculpted, and if it wasn't for his childish behaviour... I abruptly end my own thoughts about my students physical appeal , my head spinning from all the running about after Santi to get his attention..

Youthful energy does have its limits does it not? But he greets his teacher and his enthusiasm soothes me.

"Ms. Lewis! I am so glad you came."

I watch his butler try and fish out the violin hard case from the pool cursing and praying all at the same time.

I roll my eyes, biting my lips as I see the butler's efforts... "Do you have another violin for today's lesson?" I ask, knowing he probably did, "Otherwise, we'll have to do theory and finger placement. the whole two hours." I try to sell him the lesser evil.

"Fuck. Not finger placement. Ms. Lewis, just leave it to me. I'll find a violin. I was just bored. I wasn't trying to ditch lessons. ", He says in his raspy voice. Immediately I was conflicted. I had arrived mentally dreading to teach and a student. I hate it when he does this and it was also at that very moment I realised he does this quite a lot. Fool around like he doesn't care about anything and just as you are about to completely strike him off as unreliable and irresponsible , he turns into the most dependable man I know and fixes the situation. Granted most of the “Fixes” are usually caused by his mischief.

Maybe Santiago's Dad really is a dealer and this steady calmness in getting everything under control runs in his genes. I had looked away for a moment as I drifted in my thoughts yet again mentally picturing Santiago. He is hairless, groomed obviously , i did suspect was man-scaped or had some expensive treatment done. Its not like he wouldn't be able to afford it. And then I realized I couldn't see him any more.

Santi had taken off and headed to the music room. Basically it was a guest room with a piano, some furniture, the instruments and items we used and its own attached bathroom or toilet, whatever you want to call it. It just has everything.

Expecting Santiago to be there, I enter the room. I see the cause of the entire episode. Santi is leaning over the piano, and he snorts a line in an awful hurry. The shiny, impeccably maintained piano, betrays the only blemish on its surface and the line was never going to be out of sight.

Again I must have arrived just a little too early. I make my footsteps heard as I proceed into the room. Santi turns around to face me and while removing his silk robe... and then tossing it off in the general direction I was walking. It made me slow down as I got concerned. He lifted up the piano cover and lets it down with a loud thud

The thud gave me a clue how much the son of a gun had inhaled... with dust going up in a poofy little cloud, showing all the areas where there had been powdery substances.

I stand there a little shell shocked, as Santi had always been a loose canon but never this. At least not while I was around. I am brought back to my senses as he proudly displays a violin. Raising it above his shoulders as he shows me what he found under the piano cover very conveniently.

But for the life of me, I couldn't understand why my eyes travelled in the opposite direction. As he raised his hands, my attention is drawn to his unsecured pants. They stayed up on him not so much because it was fastened but probably because of the tight fit cutting and it was gripping.

Gripping Santi's well-defined thighs and the flailing drawstrings dance about where I spent most of my attention on. The curving, protruding bulge that was pushed out and displayed when he meant to show me his violin.

I stare at the silk robe on the floor and it was then I felt my nipples stiffen. This room was a little colder than the rest of the house and i start the metronome, unaware of Santi, throwing lewd looks , then turn to him, awaiting, arms crossed.

I was relieved just as much as him. Theory was horrible compared to listening and watching the incorrigibly rich, handsome, wonderfully growing up into a man of means and still have talent. Yes Santi actually had some talent but no focus at all, if he did, he would put half the violinists in the city out of work and me his teacher to shame and I would retire in shame I suppose. He was good. Really good and he was learning and improving fast but I had no doubt he will keep never his interest or even stay focused long enough , to complete the course or have enough desire to get pass a certification test. The bonus Mrs Cruz promised , yes that fat lump sum of cash that sweetened the deal and convinced me to accept her offer. I need to get Santi to complete to earn that incentive. A feeling of both excitement and the sudden realisation, Mrs Cruz knew it was going to be a challenge leaves me confused as I find myself dreaming and drifting yet again , thinking what the hell was wrong with me. As I placed the metronome on the piano top, I noticed sheet music was already on the stand.

Santi sighed.... and tuned up... stealing a couple of glances back at me, naturally leading to looking at her chest.... thinking for a tight wad teacher.. she showed a lot of skin. He starts playing mid-step prompted by the ticking metronome.

He was well ahead of his schedule. I wasn't sure if it was my lessons, but 2 months in and he sight reads and improvises better and with more abandon than I had ever done. I drift again, spacing out ,as he trails into timing stretching the very first note, leading it into a chromatic run and completely changing the song he was meant to practice. Ascending from the first note.. catching me more than a little surprised as he switches time signature after the first 4 bars..... and goes through the song, everything perfect till I fold my arms propping up my breasts..

Santi's eyes capture the curvaceous firm mounds jiggle and affirm their shape through Kayla's thin top..... and not sure which happens first.... but he plays a few notes out of key and comes to a screeching pause.

I had barely started to come to terms with another wild run Santiago was meandering into and then a loud screechy note as he stops abruptly.. with his eyes glaring and wide open. He was looking straight at my chest

Why did you stop , I ask.. Maybe we should start on another piece. Fur Elise. There, lets start learning it. I could feel his eyes burn a hole in my top and instantly I regretted not putting on a bra.

Fur fucking Elise... Beethoven can suck balls.... it didn't work for the deaf bastard did it? why should I learn it.. Santiago protested.

I sigh. "because... let's see" thought for a moment, I speak slowly, "maybe because your mother wants you to... and you know, you could make her really happy?" I shrug, "or because she has the signature on the credit card." I add like an afterthought, knowing it's one of the few things you get conscious about.

That got Santiago quiet. I shift awkwardly and look away. Busying myself with notes I placed on the piano top and just about anything else close enough... I look and notice how wantonly my nipples were forcing their way to show themselves through the fabric. Leaning forward and inadvertently placing my rear end between Santiago and my shameless breasts. I wasn't sure at first but it wasn't the best idea because Santi reached under my skirt with this fiddle and raised it. I could tell but feigned ignorance.

Truth be told. I was not sure what I was feeling or doing. I did not want to have any trouble or disappoint his mother but at the same time, it wasn't as if I felt offended or intruded.

The piece he had just played was still ringing in my head when he flipped my skirt up completely.. and I made it worse by turning around and trying to grab my skirt and ended up holding it up for an exhibition instead. And again.. I kept it up for longer than I needed.. pressing my skirt against my tummy while standing there in my panties and giving him a look of exasperation that didn't discourage him.

"But it wasn't too bad huh? What I played just now. I bet if Beethoven played it like that.. he would have gotten laid instead , smugly while making a gang sign with his fingers.

I sigh, but nod. "yes, that was... a good start. if you can keep that up for the whole piece, well... let's say we could add a couple pieces of your choice to your repertoire? but only if you work well with the classics." or some adapted and pre-approved , rock pieces and you actually liked those. "now, let me see..." I walk to my bag and bend down to find some other papers, giving you a good view of my ass.

Santi just could not resist stretching out a hand... tilting his head... he lifts up my skirt again with the fiddle... and each time he thinks he will see panties.. he sees only ass... and he reveals her hot toned ass to himself completely before finding the fabric of my thong lodged between the luscious buns.

I could not believe. I could not believe I wasn't startled or shocked. He was tilting his head and had raised my skirt higher and higher till he revealed my hot toned ass to himself to feast eyes on, I shamelessly concluded in my mind and I was completely self-absorbed in his unabashed attention and reached back to peel the string lodged between my ass cheeks out and straightening the fabric on the thin piece.

Then Santi broke the silence," I didn't know you were the thong wearing type"..

Letting the violin down off his shoulder Santi slacks off in his stance.... and places the violin where he left his dad's silk robe....

I glance down for a moment, noticing the huge cock stretching Santiago's pants, blinking a few times in surprise and shock, "uh, i, that's... Santi, what the..." Just barely a few minutes ago it looked a little different I thought to myself.

Santiago knows he is turned on,... but he was unaware how blatantly he was stretching his tights... till he sees my eyes focus and stay fixed on his crotch.... and he looks down... noticing his give-away boner...

Smiling, maybe even showing some embarrassment.

"huh.... what are you looking at Ms Lewis... Santiago grabs his meaty shaft... that's shaped up .... with his free hand.... making it show even more

Do you like what you see Kayla?

I had to save up for it .... imagine that.. Me? saving? ... to pay for something.. ha!

I couldn't take my eyes off it, mouth half open as i try to process... "y-you had your... thing... enlarged?"

"Yes", Santi's reply was quick.

He then, with his index finger trails a line on the underside of his shaft..... back and forth... his balls stay hidden lodged behind the purposefully made for sports pants..

Right ... here.. there's a little scar..... i could have had it removed too... but I made it darker looking... and kept the scar so it will look fierce..

Do you wanna see it?

I swallow, eyes still fixed on it. "I... um. I didn't even know it was possible..." I don't answer his actual question, but keep staring...

Santiago was glowing with excitement. He was absolutely flying. He starts to tug, tugging down the tightly clutching pants, wet from perspiration and pool water and like a good musical piece the tension builds and the base of his shaft shows first very little pubic hair slightly brown sparse on his youthful body and the stretch and strain is obvious. While watching I root for his cock to snap loose but Santiago keeps his member in his pants.”There”, he says proudly while, pressing down on his cock head.... and expose his shaft and nuts.

I hesitate, muttering a weak "Y-you should stop... Santi.." my eyes fixated on it, mouth half open in amazement...

Do you want to see the rest of it?, Santiago continues.

"It's inappropriate, Santi..." I try to reason

Santiago was momentarily doubtful, his expression half expecting me to give him a dressing down. but my nervous posture and staring must have kept him excited and then I see it. Lodged under the waistband, his cock head twitches. Somehow I am just a couple feet away having closed the gap... and he twitches a 2nd time, the third twitch frees his bulbous glistening cock head from its trap and he springs free.