Horny Little Women Pt6

After all the amazing things he’d witnessed and taken part in over the past few days, the start of Amy’s party turned out to be an anti-climax for young Matthew Ryder. After the initial introductions were made, he wasn’t inclined towards the small talk that prevailed among their little cliques. Heading off to the kitchen, the handsome seventeen-year old availed himself of a drink, a small glass of vodka doused in lemonade and generously filled with ice. The cossetted young man wasn’t accustomed to drinking vast amounts of alcohol. Returning to the front room, he stood on the outskirts felling somewhat cut adrift.

It wasn’t a deliberate or calcuated snub, it was just that each of the girls had other friends and relatives to entertain. And it wasn’t as if Matthew hadn’t enjoyed quality time with each since coming back to the family fold. But all the same, he couldn’t help feeling left out, forlorn and in need of a friend. Looking around, he hoped one of the girls might notice his plight and come over.

Things din’t augur well, however. Young birthday girl Amy was surrounded by a ring of pals of similar age, giggling merrily and showing off her vast array of presents. Sexy coffee-skinned Beth was with her friend Alice, an amiable-looking redhead, the pair playing at being DJ’s by the stereo. Effervescent Jo had invited along the shopgirl, introduced as Caz, and they’d become inseparable in a corner. Kindhearted eldest sister Meg was also engaged, engrossed in the company of a dark good-looking Italian guy called Marco. A ‘work colleague’, the pair seemed closer than Matthew might have liked. And even their mother was busy, chatting to a small Swedish fellow with a golden goatee called Erik who was Amy’s father.

If it was any consolation, the ratio was favourable: three-to-one in favour of the men, a bevy of beauties from thirteen upward to salivate over. Matthew only wished he had a more forward demeanour, his shyness around strangers an impenetrable barrier at times. He stood alone for fifteen minutes, sipping at the drink, hoping one of the girls might rescue him.

Just when he was starting to feel sorry for himself and thinking about returning upstairs out of the way, a tap on the shoulder caught his attention. Turning he looked into a face that appeared somehow familiar, though at first he couldn’t quite place her. “Hi, I’m Rosie Palmer, Amy’s teacher,” she introduced.

Matthew held out his hand in greeting, still trying to work out where he recognised her from. It wasn’t as if he’d wandered too far afield during his two days in England. Yet her face was unmistakable. It was down to Rosie to fill in the gaps for him. “Didn’t I see you in the forest a day or two back?” she offered, bringing to an end the mental anguish.

Matthew’s mind went quickly into flashback mode, a delicious picture forming of games by the stream: the cyclist…her lover…oral sex…Meg’s body pressed to his… Rosie, of course, was blissfully unaware they had been spying on her. “Ah yes, you were on bikes, you and your um…”

“Yes, that’s right, Tom couldn’t make it tonight.”

“Your husband?”

“Boyfriend,” she corrected.

Matthew looked her up and down furtively, liking what he saw. He’d felt something the first day too, an instant attraction and nothing changed that opinion. Dolled up in a tight-fitting black dress that highlighted her ample bosom, she was no typical school teacher. Matthew was suitably impressed. “You’re really Amy’s teacher?” he said in an exasperated manner, desperate to make conversation though floundering owing to a lack of social skills he could do little about.

Thankfully Rosie saw the funny side and laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It’s just…”

“I know. If I had a pound for every time one of my kid’s parents told me that, I’d be a rich woman. I’m twenty-three, if it makes any difference.”

Matthew made an almost inaudible whistle of approval beneath his breath, wanting her like crazy. Six years his senior, he imaged she could teach him a thing or two.

“Can I get you another drink, Matthew?”

His initial reaction was to decline, met by a slant-eyed expression from the woman. “Come on,” she prompted. “I could really do with a drinking partner tonight, seeing as I’m on my own and since most of my students are half-cut already.”

Matthew glanced over to Amy’s group. Two teenaged lads wobbled drunkenly and, with the normal teacher / pupil roles suspended for the evening, they were unsutbly giving Rosie the eye. Matthew suspected her interest in him was more as a chaperone than anything else, though she was so pleasant and easy-going he didn’t mind being used in that way. “Okay, vodka and lemonade then…thanks,” he conceded.

As Beth glanced up from the stereo, sexy in her braids, halter and hotpants, she gave her brother a sweet becoming smile, followed by a blown kiss across the room. Matthew pretended not to see. At the same time, Meg brushed past extremely close, shooting one of her sexy come-hither looks. Even Amy seemed to have grown tired of her friends and was looking his way alluringly running her tongue around her lips. He sighed deep and hard. Typical women, he thought, all but ignoring him for half an hour then, when he found some female company, suddenly growing covetous.

Rosie returned with the drinks and wickedly Matthew decided to test how jealous he could make them.