Chapter 5

It went on that way for the best part of the year. Myra would often go for the two-mile walk to Eric Copley’s house arriving at 6:55 after his last piano student left. He would play for her while on her knees under the keyboard of the piano, she would listen, sucking his spent penis back to an arced erection as he played. They would go to the Greek diner for supper and come back to his house where they would enjoy all the varieties of sex that he could give her without getting a full erection, though he could often penetrate her with his partial erection. Using dildos, his fingers, and his tongue he was still adept at triggering numerous orgasms. In the morning, they would have breakfast together and she would walk the two miles back to her house where she would prepare for a day of piano students at the university.

By the end of the year Myra, though as sexually satisfied as she could be in the absence of vigorous fucking, Myra had finally become accepting of the loss of her husband. She knew that her activities with Eric would continue if his age permitted him to pursue them. But she had finally come to the point where she craved the feeling of an erect penis filling her. Desperately craving sex, she dreaded the aspect of going through the dating scene that could complicate the tender state of her life.

It was one of those good Karma days when Myra was in her office at the university grading test papers. With thoughts of Eric’s waning attentions invading her thoughts, thoughts of a rigid but unknown cock in her pussy filled her mind. Hearing a spirited rap on the door she went to it and opened it. Garven Milroy poked his head in and said, “Would it be all right if I came in and talked with you for a little bit, Mrs. Cratterfield?”

She sighed, gave him a welcoming smile, and said, “I have these tests to grade, Garven, but I need to clear my mind. You might just be the godsend that I need to get back on track, young man. Come in and take a seat.”

Since Nancy had taken over the assignment for Garven’s instruction she had paid little attention to him. Surprised at how much more mature he looked she saw that the mousy young man was acting in a much more accomplished way. Nancy had been checking in regularly with her, filling her in on the music on which they were working, and gossiping about what was going on with Garven and the cheerleaders at school. Just shows what a little sex with the right girl will do for a boy she thought. “You’ll be graduating high school in the spring, won’t you, Garven?”

“Yes Mrs. Cratterfield, that’s the reason I came in to talk with you. I should have made an appointment with your secretary but...”

Myra raised her eyebrows and said, “Gosh Garven that sounds so formal. I remember when your parents brought you to me ... you were six, weren’t you?”

“Six and a half,” he said.

She chuckled and said, “That’s close enough. Anyway, I’ve missed seeing you.” He had grown so much and was beginning to look like a man. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, Mrs. Cratterfield, like you said I’ll be graduating in the spring and I’m looking to college in the fall and...”

With an appreciative smile, she interrupted, “And you want me to write a letter of recommendation to Julliard or Eastman, Indiana University, or Curtis in Philadelphia? You’re good enough to go to any of those schools, you know. I’d be pleased to write letters to each one of them. They’re the best.”

Garven rolled his eyes and gave her a hopeful smile. “I would like to come here for a couple of years to get my feet wet, Mrs. Cratterfield. I’ve talked with several people, and they have told me that your lab program is at least as good as any of those schools.”

That people outside the institution where she worked were talking about her music program made her hair stand up on the back of her neck. “My goodness,” she said, “that’s high praise.”

“Anyway, Mrs. Cratterfield, I came in to ask if you could give me a letter of recommendation for this school. I want to become a music teacher, not as good as you, but um ... You’re incredibly good you know.”

Although pleased with the praise she felt discomfort in accepting it and didn’t realize how much she was smiling. “So, you’re not looking for a career as a performer?” She knew he didn’t have the temperament for it, but she didn’t want to discourage him from at least trying to become a performance artist.

“Nancy and I have talked about it a lot, Mrs. Cratterfield. She talked me out of it ... said that I don’t have the temperament to be a performance artist.”

Myra remembered discussing it with Nancy. “We never know if advising a student to try and follow a performance career is right or not,” she said. “One thing though, Garven, just like college athletes, very few performance musicians make it to the top. Teaching was good for me; I have my private students, and I can’t take any more. I have my career here at the university which allows me to make a good living. Also, I love to see students like you pass on their knowledge and expertise to other young people who want to make a career in music. Teaching is a much safer way to succeed in music than performing. It is extremely satisfying and doesn’t pay badly either.”

She remembered when young Garven Milroy was in her lab class and how the infatuated young teenager used to gawk so lustfully at her. And now that very same youth had come to talk with her about his career. At the time he had been ogling her though Myra was happily married to her husband. But she couldn’t help feeling sorry for the horny adolescent who couldn’t mask the huge bulge in his pants. She remembered thinking, For such a young boy, Garven’s seems overly large for a boy of his age. When she married Doug, she made a vow to stop having sex with her piano teacher, Eric Copley, who was endowed in such a magnificent way. It was a vow that was difficult to keep while her husband was away.

It was Copley himself who had introduced Myra to Garven when he was just a boy. He was one of her earliest students. For Myra young Garven was a golden find. He was eager to learn and had an inborn talent for the piano with which few people were blessed. She knew he was painfully shy with females. But when he was at the keyboard he was completely at ease. She took such an interest in him that their relationship had developed beyond that of teacher and student. It was like she was an aunt or an older sister.

At the time, her husband was In Vietnam just starting a thirteen-month deployment. Myra was a highly sexed young woman and as a wife, had a profound sense of loyalty to her husband. So, when the gawky young man showed signs of sexual desire for her It became a touchy and uncomfortable situation. The idea for Nancy Butler to take over as Garven’s lab instructor made sense. Myra knew Nancy was promiscuous, so It was a perfect solution for removing the sexual temptation from her piano lab and providing the clueless youth with an outlet for his sexual frustration.

Nancy was Myra’s piano student. She was a sophomore at the university who had become a teaching assistant in the music department under Myra. She knew that Nancy was sexually active and just a few years older than young Milroy. Myra couldn’t help Garven out of his shyness by having sex with him herself, which would have been considered taboo, so she plotted to have Nancy take on the project. On the first afternoon, Garven and Nancy were together in the music lab, Myra was both shocked and amused when the boy came running out of the lab in a state of panic. It turned out that Nancy went for his big bulge when they were on the piano bench together and tried to get it out of his pants. It didn’t take long for Nancy to work out the “social” problem. Garven was learning piano at the same pace, and his time with Nancy erased his shyness and stopped the gawking which made Myra so nervous.

At that moment Myra looked at her watch and said, “My goodness, Garven, it’s after six o’clock, we’ve been talking for an hour and a half. I shouldn’t have run on like this.”

Sorry that his time was over, Garven said, “So you will do it, write a rec for me at the school here?”

She grinned and said, “Piece of cake, Garven. You have always been one of our best students. This college would love to have you as a student. And you’re already good enough to be a teaching assistant. But that can’t happen until after your first quarter.” She chuckled. “Rules, you know?”

As Garven was thanking her and getting ready to leave she said. “Unless you have someplace that you need to be, what would you say to me if I invited you to have dinner with me? Nothing special, just Nikko’s, the Greek Diner down the block. I’ve been going there with a friend quite a bit. You know him, Eric Copley?”

There were a few things Garven remembered about Copley that didn’t sit well with him. First, when he was asking his parents to let him take piano lessons when he was young, he recalled how Eric Copley’s name kept coming up as “the best.” He remembered how disappointed he was when Copley refused to take him as a student (his schedule wouldn’t allow another student). He was assigned to his assistant, Myra Briggs. At first, he was resentful that Myra was teaching him instead of Copley. Secondly, Nancy Butler, during their long association and their accompanying sex, told of her sexual circumstances with Copley. Garven was jealous about that. Finally, because Myra had recommended Copley as a way for Nancy to resolve her teenage pregnancy issue, he had a bad feeling that Myra might have been involved with Copley sexually as well. Otherwise, how else would Myra know that Copley had a friend who could arrange an abortion?

From puberty, Garven had a crush on Myra and had always fantasized that there could be something more with her than just being a piano teacher. After she married Doug Cratterfield, he was hurt that she took him out of the equation by turning him over to Nancy Butler. But that issue was quickly resolved the first time Nancy went down on him at the piano bench. It was Nancy who was responsible for socializing him and filling the awkward youth with a sexual sophistication that turned him into a virtual Don Juan at school. And it was Nancy who kept telling him that Myra Cratterfield liked him a lot, which he had trouble believing. Once the intensity of her husband’s death eased, Garven hoped that she would pay more attention to him, which she didn’t at all. So, he considered what he had been hoping for was foolishness and though still turned on by her and fantasized, considered it a dead issue.

From the time Nancy had introduced Garven to sex and helped mature him and through his experience with Melody Jenks and the rest of the cheerleaders at school, he hoped that Myra would recognize that he had become more mature. Now, all that aside, she seemed more interested in talking with him. More surprisingly, she asked him to go to dinner with her.

After telling her, “I ... I would love to have dinner with you, Ms. Cratterfield,” when his knees almost gave out on him, they walked out together, went into the parking garage, and got into Myra’s car. As she was pulling out of the garage she said, “You know, Garven, I’ve often wished that I had taken a little more time to know you away from piano lessons. But you were always so shy. Like you I guess, I had to take a little time to grow up. I wasn’t comfortable enough at the time to know what to say.” The explanation seemed to ease the nervousness written on Garven’s face. “That’s why I decided to have Nancy work with you. She’s a natural at making people feel at ease, don’t you think?”

“Mm-hm,” he said, remembering how shocked he was in the music room when Nancy gave him his first blowjob ... and how his attitude in dealing with females changed because of what they had been doing together since that time.

“I can tell how much more confident you are,” Myra said. “And it seems that you and Nancy have become good friends.” She knew many of the details that Nancy had shared with her but didn’t know that Nancy had told Garven that Myra liked him so much. After she found out how much Nancy was enjoying him, had she not been married and completely loyal to her husband, there might have been room for some shenanigans.

“Actually,” Garven said, “we’re best friends. We tell each other everything.”

When they went into Nikko’s the proprietor said in his heavy Greek accent, “Hello Myra.” She introduced Garven as her “most promising student, who has just decided to come to Hutchins University.” While waiting for their food she asked Garven about his parents, how he was doing in school, and if he had a girlfriend. “Oh,” she said with a touch of sarcasm, “You said Nancy is your best friend.”

“But she’s not my girlfriend,” he said while thinking, we just fuck each other’s brains out. “She told me I should be looking for a sweet girl I can respect more.”

Myra having had a conversation with Nancy about getting Garven situated with a more appropriate girl said, “Are you looking for someone like that?”

“I went out for a while with the head cheerleader at our school. Then all the cheerleaders wanted me to go out with them.” He blushed. “But I never really like them, Mrs. Cratterfield.” Nancy had filled her in about those girls and how they were attracted to Garven because of his endowment and his ability to wield it. “There is a girl, Agatha Chisholm, who has asked me to go to a dance with her at her youth group at church. She’s sweet.”

Smiling broadly Myra said, “I know Agatha. I gave her piano lessons for a couple of years. She is sweet, Garven. She told me she wanted to learn to play the piano because she wanted to become a pastor’s wife ... that pastor’s wives needed to know how to play the piano.” She chuckled. “She was a little young at the time to have those kinds of goals but...”

“No,” Garven said, “she’s quite religious; I can see her becoming a pastor’s wife.”

Reaching across the table Myra touched his hand, looked deeply into his eye, and said, “Well, you be careful young man, and don’t try to lead that girl astray.” When Garven blushed beet-red she knew she had said the wrong thing. With Nancy giving her such vivid details of what was going on between the two of them she figured that the boy might have tried to put the make on any girl he dated.

Surprised that his teacher would intimate such a thing he replied, “I would never do that, Mrs. Cratterfield.” Though he had had so many sexual thoughts about Myra he hoped she would think of him as an honorable person. “I would never try to make a girl do something that she didn’t want to do ... I mean.”

Myra touched his hand and said, “That’s a wonderful thing to hear a boy say. It is extremely sweet.” Something in her eyes seemed to be telling him that she was enjoying being with him.

When dinner was over, she said, “I’ll drive you home.”

“You don’t need to, Mrs. Cratterfield. I live only a few blocks away.”

When she said, “No, no Garven, I insist,” he wondered why she insisted.

But when they walked to her car, she opened the car door for him. Having learned to do that from his father as something a gentleman should do for a female. When she got in and put the key into the ignition, she looked over at him with a look he had no trouble deciphering. He had been with enough girls who wanted to have sex with him to know that Myra Cratterfield was giving him the same kind of desirous stare. Though shocked he couldn’t deny the thought that his long-lusted-for music teacher might be trying to seduce him. When she smiled over at him it was no longer the accepting smile of a piano teacher for her student. It was a statement of intent. “It’s hard to explain, Garven,” she said, taking responsibility for her strange actions, “These feelings have been bubbling for a long time. I’m taking you home with me so that we can try and sort them out, okay?”

Wasting no time, she sat back in her seat: fastened her seatbelt, turned the key in the ignition, and started the short trek. Driving with no conversation, silence hardened both of their intents, not to mention Garven’s penis—the car and garage were sexual components of events to come. In the house, Myra took both of Garven’s hands and scanned his face. With a sheepish but naughty grin, she shook her head as if to say, “Now look what we have gotten ourselves into.”

As their eyes assessed one another’s. Myra thought My God, what kind of person have I become to be using this boy in this way? Garven thought I cannot believe this is happening. But since Myra had engineered his relationship with Nancy Butler, he had become confident that he was the object of so many of his female classmate’s desires. Taking his hands from Myra’s he opened his arms and invited her to his embrace. Seeing the relief on her face at his sophisticated welcoming action he hugged her and said, “I think it is going to be all right, Mrs. Cratterfield.”

“At least here, Garven,” she replied before their lips met.

The fuel of their pent-up passion demanded open lips, exploring tongues, and ardent fondling. Moans and gasps expressed the wonder of these two unlikely lovers being together in this impossible circumstance. Having been told by Nancy what a stud Garven had become Myra took his hand, and in stunned consciousness, led him into her bedroom. While staggering and kissing, his fingers explored his teacher’s sodden vagina. Clothes littered the floor as they worked their way down the hallway until both were naked and fully aroused, hugging and groping each other’s sex. For her, it was natural to cup her husband’s buttocks and drop to her knees. But with the extent of Garven’s erection filling her eyes and mind, she looked up at him and said, “Oh, Garven, do you know what you’ve got here?” Not waiting for an answer, she fitted his girth to her lips and began bobbing.

“Oh Myra, MYRA, MYRA,” he blurted, “I’ve dreamed about this since I was thirteen.”

Taking her mouth from his swollen penis she looked up at him and said, “I know, Garven. And had I ever let you know how much your worshipping eyes have always turned me on, I would have been considered the worst kind of sexual predator.” Gobbling his maleness to the accompaniment of “Mms, Ohs, and Ungs,” she sucked what she could fit inside her mouth and stroked what remained outside.