Chapter 4

Trigger Warning: There are two minor homosexual acts between the two main teenage male characters in this chapter. If that bothers you, read no further.

Stuart Styles.

“Ahhh,” Stuart moaned as Zoe slid down his sturdy pole and engulfed it in her hot, wet pussy. Stuart hadn’t been with anyone since his night with Zoe. Heck, he barely believed he’d lost his virginity to his seventeen-year-old babysitter, let alone be brave enough to try seducing another girl. Stuart, who knew he wasn’t tall, handsome, athletic, or academically gifted, wondered why the school’s hottest chick, in the eyes of most of his friends at least, had seduced him and taken his virginity. Yet here she was in his bedroom again, riding his solid, approximately 6-inch cock like he was the school’s stud. Not that he was complaining.

Zoe suspected that Stuart had only used his hand for relief since she’d last babysat for his mother, Wendy, so she knew the young man wouldn’t last long. Her friend Willow had been making out with Stuart at school, but they hadn’t gotten beyond kissing and some light petting. Willow, who believed Stuart’s only sexual encounter had been with Zoe, wanted to do more than make out with the young man. But Zoe had said she wanted to spend another night training him before she’d let him loose on hers and Willow’s friends. So, Willow taught Stuart how to kiss and play with her breasts in a way she enjoyed, but didn’t allow anything more.

“Cum in me, baby,” Zoe demanded once she’d seated Stuart’s cock as deeply in her pussy as possible. She knew the eighteen-year-old was about to, so permitting him to do what he would do anyway would alleviate the shame of cumming too soon.

“Gawd!” Stuart groaned as his prostate cramped, and he filled his babysitter’s tight pussy.

“Your cock cumming in me feels so good, Stuart,” Zoe panted. “Keep fucking me, okay. Keep thrusting up to meet me, and you’ll be good to go again shortly.”

“Uh-huh,” Stuart moaned. But he hadn’t done what Zoe had asked, and instead of edging himself when he masturbated, Stuart got himself off as swiftly as possible. He was paying the price for his disobedience now because he was already struggling to hold back another orgasm.

Zoe realised he was, and although she knew Stuart would recharge again quickly, his refusal to follow instructions couldn’t go unpunished. Zoe clenched her extremely tight pussy around Stuart’s throbbing shaft and rode him hard. Unable to resist her wetness and tightness, Stuart groaned protestingly as he unloaded into Zoe again.

Pretending to be disappointed, Zoe huffed and rolled off Stuart onto her back. She lifted and parted her shapely legs and grumped, “You came in me twice without getting me off. Get your mouth and tongue in there to finish me off.”

Stuart looked at Zoe disbelievingly before his eyes lowered to her cum-messy pussy. His thick seed oozed from Zoe’s vulva and down her ass crack. He shuddered before saying, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nup,” Zoe replied, her eyes narrowing. “Get to it.”

“But you’re full of my cum,” Stuart protested.

Zoe swung her legs out of bed and stood up. She stepped across to her clothes and began dressing. “So, Stuart Styles, you’re just a taker, huh? Take what you want, and who cares what the woman wants? You’re a user, Stuart. I detest users, and I certainly don’t fuck them. You blew it, Mister. I’m telling Willow to write you off the list, too.”

Zoe had her bra on and done up and was pulling her panties up when Stuart spoke again. “If I hadn’t cum first and your pussy was sore, would you suck me off?” He challenged.

“I had your cock in my mouth after it had been in my pussy several times when I was over last,” Zoe said evenly as she reached for her jeans. “Of course, I look after my lover until they’re satisfied and can’t go again. If we were having a threesome, I’d even help you out by eating your cum out of the other girl’s pussy until she had an orgasm.”

“Zoe, wait,” Stuart pleaded. “Please don’t go.”

“I don’t fuck users and takers, Stuart,” Zoe reiterated, but she didn’t pull her jeans on and waited for his response instead. Stuart hesitated, still unwilling to use his tongue on Zoe while her pussy was full of and covered with his semen. Zoe shrugged and pushed her foot inside her pant leg.

“Wait!” Stuart said urgently. He knew if he didn’t staunch-up and fix this, his one experience with Zoe would be his only sexual encounter until lawd knew when, especially if Zoe and Willow put him on the shit list. Stuart had heard rumours about a couple of boys who had apparently fallen afoul of either Willow or Zoe and now couldn’t get a girl to talk with them, let alone date them. He took a deep breath, “Come back to bed, please, Zoe. Let me make this up to you.”

Zoe hid her smile because there was no need to rub Stuart’s nose in his capitulation. “Final chance,” she humphed before dropping her jeans and removing her bra and panties. Zoe got back on the bed and lifted her knees.

Stuart gulped as he saw the mess between her legs hadn’t miraculously disappeared, but he lowered his head and tentatively touched his tongue to Zoe’s clitoris. Zoe’s appreciative moan encouraged the young man to flatten his tongue and bathe her love button. ‘It’s not so bad,’ Stuart admitted to himself as he gathered his courage to lick along her slit to her entrance. Stuart suppressed his vomit instinct and tasted Zoe’s drooling vulva. He quickly realised that the more turned on Zoe became, the more her fluids took over his, and the better her pussy tasted. Stuart jammed his tongue into Zoe as deeply as possible, eager to get her juices flowing and wash his away.

“That’s so good, baby,” Zoe moaned as she stroked Stuart’s hair, encouraging him on. “I’m almost there, Stuart. Play with my nipples, please. When I tell you to squeeze them like hell, okay?” Stuart nodded and increased his attack on Zoe’s pussy, remembering to switch his attention to her clitoris occasionally. On his third journey to Zoe’s button, Zoe held Stuart’s head tightly against her nub and moaned, “Now, Stuart, now!”

Stuart, whose fingers had been stroking Zoe’s nipples lightly, gripped them between his fists and thumbs and twisted them mercilessly. Unlike he’d feared, instead of protesting, Zoe squealed and orgasmed on his tongue, flooding his chin with her juices. Pleased with himself, Stuart moved higher and daringly inserted his cock back into Zoe’s pussy.

“Would you like to be rewarded for pleasuring me?” Zoe purred. Stuart, who thought he already was being, nodded eagerly. Zoe pushed on his chest, and Stuart, disappointed, thought she would blow him again. But, instead, Zoe raised her divinely shaped ass off the bed and dared, “Spit on my ring for lubrication and then fuck my ass?”

‘Oh, shit!’ Stuart thought. ‘Really? You want me to do that?’ Zoe’s legs were together, and she held her muscular ass cheeks apart, so Stuart straddled her knees and bent over. He spat between Zoe’s cheeks and then shifted so he could position himself at her rear entrance.

Zoe took his cock in his hands and helped him to insert his tip into her ass. “Push,” she demanded, and Stuart obeyed. He felt the resistance of Zoe’s knot, but Zoe pushed back to meet him, and his cock popped through it, and he glided into her tight, warm, no-no hole.

‘OMG!’ Stuart thought excitedly. ‘I’ve fucked and cum in Zoe’s mouth and pussy, and now I’m about to cum in her ass! The guys at school are never going to believe me!’ “What do I do to help you get there?” Stuart groaned as Zoe’s colon gripped his throbbing cock.

“Don’t cum until you hear me orgasm,” Zoe puffed as she played with her clitoris. “It would be easy for you if you’d practised edging like I told you to!”

Stuart groaned and tried what he’d heard his classmate, Brett, describe. Stuart picked a number and started doubling it in his head. ‘13, 26, 52, 104, ahh ffffuuccck, 208, 416, ahh, hold on, fuck you, umm, where was I? 832, is she there? Close by the sounds of it. Ffffuuuuckkkk. Umm, 1668. Is she there? Gawd, I can’t. Shhhhhiiittttttt, umm, 3336, does that sound right? OMG, this is sooooo hard. I have to try that edging shit Zoe told me about. Where was I? 3336, right? Ummm, 6672.’ Stuart was almost at his tether’s end when Zoe shuddered, squealed into her pillow, and shoved her ass up at Stuart’s next thrust. ‘Made it!’ Stuart thought triumphantly as his cock exploded inside Zoe’s ass.

Zoe pushed up and wriggled onto her side as Stuart slid off her. She threw her arms around the youngster and kissed him warmly. “You did well, baby. We need to get cleaned up, and I need to check on the others. I was a bit loud there at one stage and might have woken them up.”

Remembering the previous time, Stuart opened his windows and gathered his sheets, putting them in the washing machine. He got fresh bedding from the linen cupboard and remade his bed while Zoe showered. He watched her dress when he returned, regretting that their time together was already over.

Feeling her young lover’s eyes on her, Zoe grinned and threw her towel at him. “Go wash your dick, Muppet. It’s been up my ass!”

Stuart chuckled and left to shower. He returned and got into bed. He lay on his back, recalling the evening as he idly tugged his dick. Stuart had learned two important lessons: If he didn’t want to eat his cum out of his lover’s pussy, ensure he took care of her before getting his. And: Tossing off as quickly as possible was a sure way to be unable to take care of your lover’s needs before you lost your lollies into her.

Wendy Styles.

“Fuck you and your needle dick!” Wendy screamed as she jumped out of the still-rolling car and stormed inside. At the door, she turned and yelled, “Don’t call me asshole. I’ll call you the next time I need to sew a button back on!”

“That went well, I take it?” Zoe said facetiously after Wendy entered and slammed the door shut.

“Why can’t I find a decent man?” Wendy despaired as tears flowed down her cheeks.

‘Stop picking them up in pubs and clubs and fucking them on the first date,’ Zoe thought. ‘Doing that was alright as a bit of a scratch for a hot pussy, but for a life partner? Yeah. Good luck!’ She didn’t say that, of course. Instead, she hugged the tubby late-thirties woman and soothingly said, “He’s out there wondering why he can’t find a good woman. Don’t worry. You’ll find each other.” Zoe could feel the heat from Wendy’s pussy against her lower belly and her stiffened nipples against her upper chest. Wendy had obviously gone out on her date expecting to get laid, and her body still held that need and anticipation.

“I need a drink,” Wendy muttered before releasing her young babysitter. Zoe felt intensely good in her arms, and Wendy once again toyed with the idea of switching sides and batting for the other team. She remembered the sweet kisses she and her childhood friend shared and how hot they made her. She wondered if they shouldn’t have explored together more. However, Barbara, her friend, had been happily married for many years, so perhaps it was better they hadn’t. “Do you want one?” Wendy asked, showing Zoe the vodka bottle.

“Are you driving me home?” Zoe asked. “Or do I need to call Dad?”

“Shit!” Wendy said. Then, with her heart pounding fit to burst, she dared, “We could share a few drinks, and you could stay the night?”

Zoe examined Stuart’s mother calculatingly before saying, “And what will your children say when they catch me in your bed in the morning?”

“Well, they won’t think their mother’s a lesbian,” Wendy chuckled bitterly. “Not with how many men I’ve gone out with and brought home.”

‘Every one of which endangers your daughter,’ Zoe thought angrily. But it wasn’t hers to mention, so she let it slide. It was a simple question: Did she find Wendy attractive enough to add her to the mothers of her lovers that she’d perverted? Zoe refused to have anything to do with the fathers because she wouldn’t be the reason for their divorce. But playing with even the married mothers didn’t risk breaking up their marriages unless they were caught in flagrante delicto because neither of them were interested in something permanent. It was merely a fun interlude for both of them.

Wendy carried a little too much weight around her middle, probably due to the amount of alcohol she consumed, but her breasts and ass were still firm, and the woman knew how to dress and do her makeup to impress. Zoe believed Wendy might just go off in the sack, and she always appreciated the softness of a woman after being with a masculine man.

‘So, fuck it!’ Zoe thought. ‘Why not?’ Besides, if things went as planned, Wendy would soon be eating her son’s cum out of her pussy. That salacious thought alone was enough for Zoe to say, “Sure. I’d love to share a few drinks with you and see where it leads. Let me text my dad so he knows I’m staying over and doesn’t worry.” Zoe completed that task and asked, “What have you got to go with the vodka?”

“Umm. Ice?” Wendy replied, blushing embarrassedly. “I usually just drink it straight from a shot glass.”

“Wine then, perhaps?” Zoe offered.

“Umm. I don’t think I’ve got anything cold.”

Zoe’s laugh tinkled against Wendy’s embarrassment, but the seventeen-year-old danced across to the older woman and took the bottle from her hand. Then, after pressing her petite body against Wendy’s, Zoe used her teeth to open the bottle, spat the lid out and took a swig. She tilted her head invitingly, and Wendy took the hint, locking her lips with Zoe’s. Zoe used her tongue to push the vodka from her mouth into Wendy’s as she cupped the older woman’s breast and ran her thumb over the stiffening nipple. “Get naked so I can lick the next shot from your belly button,” Zoe said huskily.

Wendy looked at Zoe wonderingly, surprised by the teenager’s sudden dominance. Much of Wendy’s problem with men was that she was innately submissive, and in her need, she often equated ‘asshole’ with ‘dominant’ and allowed her men to walk all over her. Wendy needed to discover the world of Bdsm and her local munch, where she’d have at least a chance of finding a genuinely dominant man who knew how to meet Wendy’s needs without needing to destroy her or use her.

Wendy stepped back and nervously unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Then, she reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it join her dress on the floor. She turned to walk to the table, but before she could take a step, Zoe demanded, “Panties, too.” Wendy hesitated before reluctantly shimmying out of her thong and letting it remain behind her as she climbed onto her dining room table, where she lay excitedly apprehensive.

Wendy couldn’t understand why she was so wet and aching to be touched. Her mind mildly protested Zoe’s instructions, but her body responded instinctively. She wanted to please a lover who was less than half her age, and she couldn’t comprehend why. Wendy lay back on the table, shivering with anticipation.

Zoe waited until Wendy lifted her head and looked towards her before she danced over to the older woman carrying the vodka bottle. She tipped a small amount into Wendy’s belly button before sucking it out. Next, she dripped a few drops onto Wendy’s nipples and sucked them into her mouth, biting them lightly before switching breasts. Finally, Zoe refilled Wendy’s button before trailing the vodka down to her clitoris.

Zoe probed Wendy’s belly button, drinking the alcohol before her lips followed the vodka trail downward. Wendy arched her back wantingly as Zoe’s lips closed in on her clitoris. She mewled with need, and when Zoe’s lips grazed her clitoris, Wendy climaxed with the force of a category five cyclone.

Wendy’s squeals woke Stuart, although luckily, his sister and brothers remained blissfully asleep and unaware. He recognised his mother’s voice and had heard her ecstasy cries many times, but he’d also heard her shouting at her latest boyfriend and telling him to fuck off, so he wondered why she’d be having orgasms in the kitchen/dining room area. Stuart swung his feet out of bed and padded down the short hallway to the lounge. Stopping at where it opened into the lounge, he peered around the wall and saw his mother lying on the table with Zoe between her legs, licking her pussy. Stuart knew he should flee immediately, but the profoundly erotic sight excited him, and he ducked down to watch.

Zoe wasn’t unaware of Stuart; she just didn’t care that he was watching, so she ignored him. Zoe was intimately knowledgeable about having incestuous fantasies about your parents because she achingly desired her father, and the more sex that her mother had with Willow and Brett, the more Zoe wanted to make love to her, too. However, Zoe remained too scared of her parents reacting negatively to her advances to follow through with her desires. She was unaware that her parents also individually considered becoming intimate with their daughter.

Lisa was aware that Luke had unwanted erections when his daughter was close. Still, she thought it was only a man’s natural reaction to an attractive woman cuddling him and not because Luke consistently masturbated, imagining ploughing his daughter. Lisa wasn’t innocent of fantasising about her daughter either. Often, when Zoe was with her, Lisa found herself wanting to run her hand under Zoe’s typically short skirts and dresses and grope her firm ass or caress her barely concealed vulva.

So far, they’d both resisted the urge to molest their child, but it became increasingly more difficult not to with every day. Especially now that they’d opened their marriage and had sex with others, although Lisa, unknown by her husband, had an extra lover, Brett, she hadn’t shared with him yet.

Wendy orgasmed twice more as the teenage minx between her thighs deftly flicked her clit and probed her pussy with her tongue. Zoe’s knowing hands on her nipples made Wendy wonder why she’d avoided having Sapphic sex for so long. Typically, with her men, Wendy would have to put up with their rough fumbling lest she challenge their weak egos by telling or showing them what to do. She couldn’t even name a figure approximating the number of times she’d faked an orgasm so her man would finally get off her.

But not with the skilled teenager between her lasciviously spread thighs! Instead, she could simply relax and let Zoe’s skill crash her through orgasm after orgasm. It eventually became too much, and Wendy mewled, “Stop, please. I can’t. I can’t ... Ohh, Gawd, I can! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Oh, shit! Zoe, please stop.”

Stuart knew that was his hint, and he scarpered back to his bedroom before his mother could sit up and see him. Stuart got the facecloth from where he’d stashed it and did his best to clean himself up. He’d cum several times as he’d watched babysitter and mother fuck, catching his eruptions in his boxer briefs, and now they were a disgrace. Stuart threw them in his clothes hamper and got a fresh pair from his drawers.

Zoe helped Wendy to her feet and supported her to her bedroom. Sitting the older woman on the edge of the bed, Zoe stood back long enough to shimmy out of her jeans and T-shirt. Wendy gaped when she saw Zoe’s sexy bra, panty, suspenders and stockings set, wondering if the young woman typically dressed like that and how she’d missed it if she did.

Zoe stripped to her suspenders and stockings before straddling Wendy’s hips and pressing her petite, lean frame against the larger woman. Zoe lowered down and then raised, rubbing the stiffened nipples on her firm B-cup breasts over her older lover’s drooping D-cups. Zoe stared down at Wendy before challengingly asking, “Are you ready to taste me?”

Wendy nodded nervously, and Zoe gripped the hair on the back of Wendy’s head and pulled her down onto the bed. Then, Zoe slid up Wendy’s chest until her pussy loomed over the mature woman’s face. Grabbing a handful of Wendy’s hair, Zoe lifted her head and ordered, “Lick, bitch.” She pulled Wendy against her muff and ground her clit against the older woman’s nose.

Wendy tentatively slid her tongue out and tasted the juices flowing from Zoe’s pussy. Although they were heavily overlaid with the sweet nectar that she assumed was Zoe’s, there was a familiarity to the nutty taste underneath. Wendy was unknowingly tasting her son’s cum which still leaked from his babysitter’s pussy.

The thought excited Zoe tremendously, and she ground her clit against Wendy vigorously. “Almost,” Zoe panted as she mushed her juicy pussy over Wendy’s face. Then, she cried, “Yes!” as her orgasm hit, and she flooded the older woman’s mouth with her juices.

Zoe giggled happily as she slid down and kissed her older lover. Her hands roamed over the chubby older woman, exploring her erogenous zones and skilfully driving Wendy towards another climactic peak. Feeling and hearing that Wendy was racing towards her climax, Zoe moved her hands to her nipples and kissed down her curved belly and onto her nubbin. Licking and lightly biting the older woman’s button crashed Wendy into another orgasm quickly, which only briefly backed up before roaring back to full power when Zoe dipped two fingers into Wendy’s vulva and deftly stimulated her lover’s G-spot.

“Oh, Gawd!” Wendy groaned, her mind destroyed by the continuous orgasms her seventeen-year-old lover elicited from her typically recalcitrant body. She climaxed several more times before she felt Zoe straddling her thigh. The young woman’s pussy descended onto her, and she tribbed her pussy against Wendy’s. It was a new and unique experience for the older woman who didn’t even know women could do together what Zoe was doing to her. She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it as an orgasm better than she’d ever had rattled her bones and melted her mind.

‘I guess I was always a lesbian and just didn’t know it,’ Wendy thought disjointedly. Her confused mind couldn’t come up with another reason for her body’s extreme reaction to the teenager. Even when she was a teenager herself, and her needs raged incessantly, Wendy hadn’t cum this quickly, intensely, or often as this night with her kids’ babysitter. Her mind reminded her deliciously that the teenager between her thighs hadn’t stopped yet, and she careened into another pillow-biting, will-destroying orgasm. She heard Zoe cumming with her this time.

Zoe let Wendy’s leg down and moved so they could kiss and cuddle. “All good?” The teenaged minx asked knowingly. “I can keep going if you want.”

Wendy shook her head vigorously. “Done, please. Done. If you make me pop again, I’m fairly sure my brain will explode out of my ears.” Wendy’s eyelids grew heavy, and she sank into a peaceful sleep.

The following Morning.

Stuart slid out of bed and quietly padded up to his mother’s bedroom. Peering through the partially opened door, he admired Zoe’s tight bottom, which faced towards him, her body lying on its side and draped over his mother. His cock lurched when he saw that Zoe’s hand was softly kneading his mother’s breast as she circled that same breast’s nipple. Feeling guilty about becoming erect over his mother’s naked body, Stuart flicked the internal lock and pulled the door closed, preventing his siblings from catching their mother in bed naked with their babysitter.

Zoe lifted her head and turned towards the door, sensing someone was there. She briefly saw Stuart’s face before his arm entered the gap to turn the lock. She grinned when he pulled the door closed, hoping he’d enjoyed the view. Wendy’s fulsome breast pressed against her cheek, and her nipple was just there, so Zoe sucked that nub into her mouth before lightly biting it. Her hand slid over Wendy’s mounded stomach and settled on her pussy. Zoe used her thumb to stimulate Wendy’s button as she slid two fingers inside the older woman’s pussy and searched for her G-spot.

“Jaysus, woman,” Wendy groaned in mock protest as her back arched and she pushed against Zoe’s invading fingers. “You’re insatiable and will be the death of me.”

“I can always stop,” Zoe giggled, although she didn’t stop finger-blasting the older woman.

“Soon,” Wendy groaned as she quickly covered her face with a pillow and moaned her orgasm into it. Wendy felt Zoe move, and her soft lips descended onto hers. Wendy returned her kiss fervently before saying, “What do you want me to do for you?”

“I’m all good,” Zoe chuckled. “Making you cum is so much fun, but I should get up and wash my face before your kids wake up and realise that I’m naked and in your bed.”

“Oh,” Wendy moued. “I was hoping to play some more this morning.”

“I will, as long as you don’t care about your children catching us,” Zoe replied, swinging her legs out of bed, knowing what Wendy’s response had to be.

“You’re right, of course,” Wendy reluctantly agreed. She got out of bed and pulled on a bra and panties before adding shorts and a T-shirt.

Zoe’s stockings had somehow survived the night unscathed, so she quickly dressed, eased the door open and checked the short hallway. It was empty, so she ducked into the bathroom, washed her face, and brushed her hair.

Maddie exited her room as Zoe came out of the bathroom. She blinked before grinning shyly and saying, “Oh, hello, Zoe. I didn’t know you’d stayed the night.”

Zoe briefly hugged the twelve-year-old and replied, “Yeah, your mum was a little upset when she got home, and by the time I got her settled down, we decided it was better if I just stayed the night rather than getting my dad up or risking Wendy falling asleep at the wheel.” Zoe examined the youngster. Maddie had an innocent crush on her, which Zoe was careful not to encourage. “So, we didn’t get much of a chance to chat last night. How are things with you?”

They walked to the kitchen, where Zoe made coffee for Wendy and herself. Maddie got herself a glass of milk, and they sat at the table.

“Yeah, you know?” Maddie replied. “Only girl in the family, radaa-rah. You’ve been there. Boy sweat and farts.”

“At least you’re not the youngest like I am,” Zoe giggled. “They all held me down at various stages and dropped farts on my head.”

“Boys are so gross,” Maddie said, making a disgusted face. “But at least my brothers don’t do that to me.”

Stuart and his mother came out next. Wendy sipped her coffee before thanking Zoe. The foursome chatted about life for a little while before Zoe casually suggested. “I’m helping out a couple of younger students from high school, Wendy. As you know, I’m in my last year at college and get straight ‘As’, so if you think it would help Stuart, why doesn’t he join my study group?”

“When and where is it?” Wendy asked, gauging the feasibility of getting her son to and from the group.

Stuart tried to remain cool, but his heart jumped in his chest. He knew that Willow and Brett ‘studied’ with Zoe, and he suspected schoolwork wasn’t all they learned about with Zoe.

“Thursdays after school. So, from about three-thirty to whenever my mum gets home from work. Usually, that’s around six. Brett Samuels and Willow Wilson come home with me after school, and I help them out with whatever they’re struggling with, but mostly, it’s English and Math.”

“What do you think, Stuart?” Wendy asked. “Do you think it would help?”

“Meh, whatever,” Stuart mumbled while looking at his phone and playing his part perfectly. “You’d have to pick me up, though.”

“Brett rides his bike,” Zoe pointed out, failing to mention that her mother put it in the back of her car and drove Brett home. However, being on the opposite side of the school district from Zoe, Brett’s place was close to ten kilometres from Zoe’s. The Styles were less than three kilometres away.

“How do you get to school?” Wendy asked Zoe.

“I catch the bus,” Zoe explained. “Willow catches it to my place after school on Thursday, and Mum drops her home after.”

“Can your mum drop Stuart home, too?”

“Opposite direction to Willow,” Zoe pointed out. “But she’d probably do it.”

“No, that’s okay,” Wendy said as she thought things through. “How close are you to Aldi at Tingalpa?”

“Not far,” Zoe said. “Maybe three kilometres.”

“I could do my weekly shop on Thursday night instead of Saturday morning and then pick up Brett on my way home. It’d be more like six-thirty than six, though. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Zoe grinned. “An extra thirty minutes of study will be good for him.”

Stuart picked up an undertone there that he thought might indicate his ‘extra study’ might be a lot more fun than regular study. His cock lurched in his pants, but he kept his attention on the screen.

“Stuart?” Wendy asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, ya know. Whatever. If you think it would help.”

“Such enthusiasm,” Wendy said sarcastically. “But your marks are shit, so any improvement would be good.”

“Brett Samuels has improved from a C- to a B+ since he started coming over to study,” Zoe said helpfully.

“That settles it then,” Wendy said. “You’ll catch the bus with Zoe and ... what did you say her name was? Willow? With Zoe and Willow, and study with them until I pick you up after I’ve done the shopping.”

“Whatever,” Stuart said, rolling his eyes but secretly as pleased as punch. Stuart suspected he might be studying sex more than schoolwork, and Willow Wilson was one hot bitch. He thought Brett was a bit of a suck-up, but if Zoe thought he was all right, maybe he was okay.